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Anakin Skywalker: Slave, Jedi, Savior.
By Ferus Skywalker
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: This story has male/male homoerotic love, sex, and some Non-Consensual scenes. It also involves Jedi, Gungans, and more Jedi.
Note: This story takes place about 1 year before Episode II: Attack of the Clones. It involves characters from the Jedi Quest series, an original Gungan character, and gets progressively graphic as Chapter 3 approaches.
Chapter 1: A Tale of Two Padawans
Emotion. Passion. These words were anathema to the Jedi. Lust was repressed; sex almost never discussed. Yet Anakin Skywalker couldn’t help but be drawn to these words. Perhaps it was because he actually had a life before the Jedi. As a slave growing up on Tatooine, he had been prevented from living the life of a free being. His mother had raised him with every kindness, yet he had always longed for more; he had longed for the stars.
When he finally did become free, he had to leave everything behind. But he was to become a Jedi! A hero of the Republic, a freer of slaves! Yet somehow, he felt incomplete. He was a Jedi, but sometimes he felt like he had merely traded in one form of slavery for another. Passion and emotion were both part of his core; whenever he drew upon the Force, he felt a surge of emotion, of passion. He did his best to disguise it from his disapproving Master, but he suspected Obi-Wan knew that Anakin would always carry his emotions closer to the surface than most Jedi.
He respected his Master, but he often felt as if Obi-Wan were part of a system that was holding him back. Take this mission he was on now, for instance. Obi-Wan had insisted that Anakin check in by holocall every day, despite Anakin having turned 18 just months earlier. He realized he had yet to take the trials to become a Jedi Knight, but Anakin did not want to be treated like a youngling or inexperienced Padawan learner for the rest of his apprenticeship.
His mission was simple: go to one of Naboo’s moons to settle a diplomatic dispute between two nobles arguing over mining rights. Frankly, Anakin had no idea how this local squabble had ever come to the Jedi’s attention. It was beneath the Jedi to get themselves involved in this. Perhaps if it involved the entire sector, but a moon? Since when did a moon matter next to the power of the Force the Jedi had at their command? Surely a diplomat from Coruscant or the elegant and capable former Queen, now Senator Amidala of Naboo would be better suited to negotiate the dispute.
What irritated Anakin more was that Ferus Olin, a rival Padawan, had gotten an assignment on Coruscant cracking down a notorious swoop bike gang threatening to assassinate a Senator. Obi-Wan’s reasoning for this was that Anakin needed practice on his own dealing with diplomatic issues, an area Ferus already excelled at. Ferus Olin’s master, Siri Tachi, had added that Ferus needed experience dealing with the less savory beings of the galaxy.
Solo missions were rare for a Padawan, and Anakin always looked forward to them. However, this was just insulting. He would actually rather be working with his rival, Ferus Olin, arguing every step of the way, instead of going on this pointless mission. Besides, even though neither one would admit it in the open, they had feelings for each other. Confused at his feelings at first, Anakin had formed a bond with Ferus during their studying and training at the Jedi Temple. Although they often clashed when on missions together, they both felt a strong attraction to each other. They had even gone as far as having sex together, something Anakin had never expected would ever happen, let alone with Ferus. This didn’t stop them from being constantly at odds with each other, but Ferus provided a release for Anakin’s pent up lust and passion. He even thought once Ferus learned to get past his holier-than-though attitude, there might be potential for genuine love between them.
All of this was contrary to the Jedi Code, but Anakin saw no reason why he couldn’t reconcile the two in his own mind. He would be a Jedi Knight, and he would follow his passions; nothing, nothing would stop him.
Anakin walked briskly through the Theed spaceport, planning to take the next transport to the moon of Naboo where his mission awaited him. He had arrived on Naboo in a civilian freighter, as there was no need for a personal starfighter on such a low-key mission. A pity, because Anakin did love being in the cockpit of a fast ship. He was about to step on the loading ramp to the moon transport when he felt a sudden disturbance in the Force. He turned briefly and lowered his hand to the lightsaber hidden under his robes. Just as his hand touched the cool metal cylinder of his lightsaber handle, he felt a sudden prick on his neck. Anakin stumbled backward and his vision began to fade. Before he blacked out, he saw four figures surround him and lift his arms onto their shoulders. He felt his feet lift off the ground and saw a speeder parked directly ahead. Before he could speak or draw his saber, he lost consciousness. Darkness enveloped his thoughts, and he drifted into the nothingness.
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Birds chirping. Leaves rustling. Light shining. Anakin slowly opened his eyes, only to see several hulking Gungans in deep discussion with their backs turned to him. Only, they weren’t like the Gungans Anakin had met eight years ago when he had first set foot upon Naboo. These Gungans were more rugged, muscular, and all of them appeared to be, well…….naked. Through the corner of his eye Anakin could see a small pile of Gungan leather pants and vests, along with his own lightsaber and belt, on the other side of the forest clearing he was lying in. Evidently, the Gungans had taken them off shortly after capturing him. As he regained full mental awareness, Anakin realized he must have been unconscious for only a brief time because the blood from the small wound on his neck was still fresh. Oddly enough, he did not feel any pain, but more importantly, he felt an emptiness inside of himself that he could not explain. Like a whirlwind, it hit him. He could no longer feel the Force. At least, not as he could before. He could still detect faint whispers from the Force around him, but he could not call upon the Force to jump to his feet or summon his lightsaber to his hand. He felt naked without his weapon or the Force to call upon.
“Lookie here, de Jedi boy be waking up now,” one of the Gungans said, turning around.
“Quiet!” another said in a curious dialect Anakin had never heard come from a Gungan before. The lead Gungan continued to reprimand the one who had spoken out, only he reprimanded him in nearly perfect Basic. It was as if the Gungan had come from another planet, for his speech sounded nothing like Gungan nor did it have the distinct, refined dialect of the humans of Naboo. The Gungan actually talked like some of the offworld traders and smugglers Anakin had met during his years as a slave on Tatooine.
Anakin was about to remark on this peculiarity, when the lead Gungan took several long strides closer until he was nearly touching him. Only then did Anakin realize that the Gungans didn’t just appear naked from a distance, they were naked. The sight of a naked Gungan suddenly looming over him caused Anakin to hesitate, as he had suddenly forgotten what he was going to say.
Anakin couldn’t help but feel something brush against his hair. As he looked up he saw a pair of round, smooth, orange Gungan balls near millimeters from his face.
“Like the view, Jedi boy?” the Gungan asked.
Anakin rolled to the side and attempted to Force push the Gungan clear to the other side of the forest clearing, but the Gungan caught Anakin’s outstretched palm with his long, meaty fingers.
“Yousa might not want to be doin’ that,” the Gungan said in what was clearly a mock Gungan accent.
With a motion from his free hand, the Gungan called his three underlings closer. Soon Anakin was surrounded by four equally tall, equally muscular, and equally naked Gungans.
“What’s the matter Jedi? No enlightened wisdom, no witty remark to share with us lesser beings? It seems we have ourselves a speechless Jedi, boys!”
The other three Gungans let out whoops of laughter, but were quickly silenced when their leader gave them a stern look.
“I know you’re probably thinking: why am I surrounded by a bunch of naked Gungans? You might also be wondering why I’m speaking in standard Basic. Oh, and there’s also the possibility of you wondering why you can no longer call upon your precious Force. Or perhaps being an astute little Jedi like yourself, you might be wondering what we plan on doing with you, Anakin Skywalker.”
“How do you-” Anakin began, but was cut short with a backhanded slap in the face by the lead Gungan.
“Your name is no secret, especially among the Naboo. The fact that I can speak in standard Basic is a bit more complex, so I’ll give you the story. You see, when I was a child, I was taken to the Jedi Temple to begin my training as a Jedi. In fact, I was one of only a handful of Gungans in the history of the Jedi to ever receive such training. After passing the standard tests, I became apprentice to a Mon Calamari Jedi Mavar Wen. I learned much under his instruction, but the most important thing I learned was the arrogance of the Jedi to think they could be gallivanting around the galaxy doing as they pleased. When the time came for me to pass the end trials, I failed. Apparently my connection to the “Force” wasn’t powerful enough. It didn’t help that I agreed with almost nothing that my Master ever taught me. So I was given an assignment to join the AgriCorps on Coruscant, condemned to live the rest of my life in the mundane world.”
“So I left the Jedi instead of being forced out, choosing not to argue pointless ideology, but to live a life of my own choosing somewhere as far from Coruscant as possible.”
“After six years as a spice runner in the Outer Rim, I had made enough to buy my own ship, hire my own crew, and go wherever in the galaxy I wanted. Only, I hadn’t counted on the Jedi. Mere days before I picked up my new ship and crew, a pair of Jedi showed up and ruined my last spice run, taking both me and my employer into custody. Apparently, spice running only becomes illegal when you do it closer to Coruscant. I managed to escape before the Jedi could figure out who I was, and I ended up on Tatooine, creditless, shipless, and crewless. A couple years go by, and I’ve slowly picked myself backed up. Far more wealthy now then I was before, I have a crew of Gungans, humans, and Twi’leks and a large Nubian ship to my name. Granted, these other Gungans aren’t the brightest bunch, but you’d be surprised how good they are at the business I’m currently in.”
“I can sense the realization dawning on you now, Jedi. There are only a handful of ways to make that many credits so quickly. Slavery. That’s right, slavery. You’d know all about that wouldn’t you.”
Anakin struggled to release his still clasped hand from the Gungan’s iron grip, but it was no use.
“As for why you cannot call upon the Force, that’s quite simple. You’ve been drugged: a certain Force blocking serum developed by a Zan Arbor I believe. I know you’ve run into her before. She delights in torturing and experimenting on Jedi. We got along quite well.”
Anakin involuntarily shivered at the mention of Zan Arbor’s name. But he would not let himself get distracted by the Gungan’s monologue; he had to find a way to escape, and fast. If he could not, Anakin knew with almost certainty just what kind of slavery the Gungan had in store for him.
“Oh don’t worry, Zan Arbor’s associates don’t know about you being captured. If they did, I’m afraid they’d want you for themsleves, and I have...other uses for you.”
The other Gungans shifted around with eager anticipation; several of them reaching down to touch themselves and to make obscene gestures towards Anakin.
“Calm down my friends; you’ll have your chance at the feisty Jedi boy soon enough. Right now, he’s all mine.” The other Gungans reluctantly stepped back, several of them beginning to stroke themselves in anticipation of what was to come.
“I know the Order has a strict policy in regards to any emotional or sexual feelings. And I know how repressive it can be at the Temple, and you most certainly know as well. I’m sure you’ve fantasized about acting on impulse, and giving in to your sexual desires. You’ve likely dreamt of beautiful women; had feelings for…a fellow Padawan perhaps? Maybe you’ve been curious about what it would be like to have sexual contact of any kind, male or female?”
Anakin merely stared blankly back at the Gungan, trying to figure out the best time to make his move and escape.
“Most beings that make up this galaxy crave sexual contact of all kinds, some just have preferences for male, female, of the same species, of a different one. I personally have no preference; years among the Jedi built a pent up urge inside me to experiment with everything when I left. As a spice runner, I had all sorts of opportunities to indulge my desires, and when my career was cut short, I knew what I would do next. My passion would become my profession. I deal in slaves of all genders and species, though I specialize in serving the Mid-Rim worlds, who mostly prefer humans and near-humans when indulging in their sexual fantasies.”
“That’s right, slavery exists everywhere, even in your precious Republic, not just the Outer Rim. I have a strong distaste for Outer Rim slavery though, as it leaves an individual with no way out, and it’s often generational, which I find to be repulsive. Every slave I control works for me, and is well treated at my personal headquarters aboard my Nubian ship. Quite luxurious, actually. We get holocalls from all sorts of beings in the Mid-Rim, occasionally even so far inward as the Core Worlds. When I got a holocall from Naboo, I thought it would be just another routine job. When I heard a Jedi was on Naboo to settle some mining dispute, I just couldn’t resist. I know your Master is probably waiting for you to report back in, and will probably come looking for you when you don’t; so when we’re finished here, I’ll take you with me.”
“Don’t worry, most of my slaves no longer feel like slaves after a few months. With you being a stubborn Jedi, I’m sure it will take longer, but you’ll come around; I’m sure of it.”
“You’re sick, delusional, and I will make you pay for your crimes,” Anakin said, trying unsuccessfully to keep the hate from spilling out of him. Maintaining a sense of Jedi calm was almost impossible for him to do, especially with the Force so cut off from him.
“Ah, I expected as much,” the Gungan responded, finally releasing Anakin’s hand from his grasp. Anakin attempted to raise his arm again, but found the strength had been sapped from his muscles, and he reluctantly fell backwards, only to be caught by the Gungan and quickly lowered to the forest floor.
The Gungan continued, “In order for a slave to know comfort, however, he must first know pain. Perhaps you’ll feel both right away; who knows what kind of dirty thoughts you’ve been harboring in that closed-off Jedi mind of yours. Listening to a naked Gungan talk for so long must have put a thought or two inside your head. Perhaps you’re even eagerly anticipating what you know will come next. Just know this Jedi: you will not be able to resist with the Force, nor will you have enough physical strength to harm me. So don’t even think about escaping; it will only make me angry. Then I might just let me friends over there do whatever they want to you, instead of making sure they don’t damage a valuable slave. If you do as I say, then I will make them go easy on you after I’m through. In all my years as a slave master, I’ve been the one to test each and every one of my acquisitions before I put them to work. But I must say, I look forward to testing you out more than any other, Jedi.”
The Gungan lifted Anakin up by his neck until Anakin was on his knees directly in front of the Gungan. He rubbed his semi-hard shaft against Anakin’s cheek, stopping only when he had reached Anakin’s lips.
“Now suck, Skywalker,” the Gungan spoke, a smile creeping on his protruding face as he looked down at the helpless Jedi.
When Anakin refused to comply, the Gungan pulled back on Anakin’s short hair and shoved his semi-hard member into Anakin’s mouth.
Anakin lacked the strength to close his jaw, and could not clench his teeth to damage the Gungan’s massive meat. He could only gag as the Gungan shoved more of his length down his throat. Besides, the Gungan’s penis felt both rubbery and sturdy; Anakin doubted that his teeth could cause much damage to the Gungan’s flexible, durable skin even if he could bite down.
The Gungan’s member hardened inside Anakin’s mouth as Anakin’s warm, moist saliva covered his throbbing meatstick.
“By the Force!” The Gungan exclaimed as he pushed the rest of his length down Anakin’s tight throat. Anakin let out an involuntary groan as the Gungan pushed himself all the way into Anakin’s mouth, out all the way, then in again. The Gungan developed a steady rhythm as he pressed his member in and out of him, his smooth ballsack slapping obscenely against Anakin’s chin and neck as he did so.
Saliva fell freely to the forest floor as the Gungan continued to quicken his pace, pushing his dick in and out of Anakin’s pliant mouth. The taste of precum soon filled Anakin’s mouth, and the Gungan showed no signs of slowing down. Unbidden, an erection started forming through Anakin’s Jedi robes, but the Gungan took no notice. Anakin was surprised at how little pain he felt as the Gungan repeatedly rammed his rod down Anakin’s throat. Perhaps it was the serum, but Anakin did not think so. Despite not being able to call upon the Force at will, Anakin could feel it at work inside him. It was almost as if, even in its apparent absence, the Force soothed any pain he might have felt and prevented him from being harmed in any lasting way.
The Gungan grasped Anakin’s head back as he picked up speed again, cramming every bit of his long Gungan length into the Jedi’s open mouth. Letting moans of pleasure escape his mouth, the Gungan could feel he was close to climax. Just before he lost control, the Gungan removed his saliva-coated member from Anakin’s mouth and rubbed his slick balls against Anakin’s moist lips and tongue, causing the Jedi to gasp unexpectedly as both of the Gungan’s orb-like orange balls found their way inside of his mouth.
Quickly pulling his spit-covered balls from the Jedi’s opening, the Gungan could no longer contain himself. Grabbing the back of Anakin’s head, the Gungan shoved it forward until Anakin’s mouth took his throbbing dick to the hilt, causing the Gungan to lose all control.
Anakin could feel the warm, thick cum spurting inside the back of his throat as the Gungan reached his climax. The cum continued to fill up his now loose mouth as the Gungan pulled his rubbery shaft out of the Jedi’s moist hole. Gungan seed continued to spout from the Gungan’s rapidly throbbing dick, spurting all over Anakin’s face, hair, robes, tunic, and oozing onto the forest floor below.
Sighing deeply, the Gungan took a step back, allowing Anakin to sit down and get off his tired knees. Humiliated and covered in dripping Gungan fluids, Anakin stared at the ground, not wanting to meet the Gungan’s gaze.
The Gungan smiled knowingly at Anakin, as he too took a seat on the grass, his moist member starting to soften. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” he said, noticing for the first time the peak of an erection through Anakin’s Jedi tunic.
Anakin quickly tried to cover himself with his robes, but the Gungan crawled forward and stayed Anakin’s hand, gently this time, with no intention of hurting the Jedi.
“No need to hide yourself here out in the middle of the Naboo forest,” the Gungan said. “Besides, I think the audience quite enjoyed your performance,” he said, gesturing to the other Gungans who were standing on the far side of the clearing, stroking themselves and grinning uncontrollably.
The Gungan slowly moved his hand further down Anakin’s lithe form, removing his semen stained robe and tunic along the way. When he reached the Jedi’s pants, the Gungan grasped them with both hands and pulled so forcefully that Anakin was thrown onto his back as his pants were quite literally ripped in two. The Gungan proceeded to remove Anakin’s boots, and he threw them next to the pile of Gungan clothes and Anakin’s lightsaber.
Now fully exposed, Anakin strained to sit up, but stopped as the large Gungan climbed on top of him. Taking Anakin’s Padawan braid in his hand, the Gungan twirled it around his index finger as he gradually brought his mouth closer to Anakin’s.
With great passion, the Gungan kissed him, locking their lips together for what seemed like an eternity. The Gungan’s long, flexible tongue squirmed around in Anakin’s moist mouth, mixing their saliva as the Gungan continued to extend the kiss. In reality only a few seconds had passed, but Anakin felt something he had not expected to feel. When he had been forced to suck the Gungan only minutes earlier, he had felt numbness, an absence of pain. He had become aroused, but not intentionally so. It was like a gag reflex, an involuntary arousal that meant nothing despite what the Gungan believed. But this…this was different. It was as if the Gungan had become a completely different being in the span of a few moments.
For one thing, he didn’t have to listen to the Gungan drone on and on about his pathetic life as a washout of the Jedi and life as a spicer-turned-slaver. Anakin didn’t know what to make of the Gungan becoming oddly silent, but the Gungan seemed to be expressing himself more freely now than he had with his earlier taunting. A strange thought crossed Anakin’s mind: he didn’t even know the Gungan’s name. Of all the things to think about at a time like this, Anakin wasn’t sure why this had come to the forefront of his thoughts, but it had nonetheless. The Gungan removed his tongue from Anakin’s mouth and raised his head slightly, inclining it to one side, looking curiously at him.
“The Gungan. They call me the Gungan.”
Anakin looked up at him in bewilderment. “You can hear my-”
“-Thoughts. Yes I can hear your thoughts. Despite washing out of the Jedi Order, I always had one Force ability that has actually grown more pronounced over the years: the ability to read minds. Not telepathy exactly, more of a general feeling, but sometimes I get complete sentences when they are focused in a person’s mind for a long enough time. Part of the reason I was so successful as a spice runner and now as a slaver I suppose.”
Anakin looked at him skeptically, but he had no reason to believe the Gungan was deceiving him. What being would ever make up such an outlandish, needlessly complicated story for no reason unless it was true?
“You see,” the Gungan continued, “My species is a rarity in the galaxy at large, and I was simply called ‘the Gungan’ in my spice-running days. I was eager to leave my past life as a failed Padawan behind me, so I let the name stick. My past name no longer has any meaning for me.”
Before Anakin asked another question, he stopped himself. Hadn’t the Gungan finally started to shut up not too long ago? Did he actually want to encourage him to ramble on even more? Anakin quickly pushed the thought from his mind, realizing that if he dwelled on it for too long, the Gungan might pick up on it. Besides, he needed to distract the Gungan long enough for the serum to wear off so he could call upon the power of the Force once more.
He did not think Obi-Wan, Siri, or Ferus would find him here in this isolated area. Nor did he want them to. No, Anakin would escape on his own, and if he couldn’t stop “the Gungan” as he escaped, he vowed he would track him down to the farthest edge of the Outer Rim and end rescue any other slave unfortunate enough to be under his control. And he wouldn’t stop there. He had pushed his past to the back of his mind for far too long. He would free his mother, his old friends on Tatooine, and any other slaves he could find along the way. If the Jedi Order refused to let him go, he would go anyway. He would never leave the Order intentionally, but he would not yield to them on this matter.
Anakin was not quite sure what to make of the Gungan’s change of personality and his more gentle nature, but he would not allow himself to be lulled into a false sense of comfort. No matter how hard the Gungan tried, he would never convince Anakin Skywalker that slavery was anything but the worst evil the galaxy had ever known.
All these thoughts flashed through Anakin’s mind in mere seconds, too quick for the Gungan to decipher them. However, the Gungan had picked up on a rising tension inside the Jedi. Raising himself slightly higher, the Gungan traced his textured hands across Anakin’s exposed, perspiring chest. The Jedi breathed slowly, his chest rising and falling as the Gungan looked directly into his eyes.
Anakin met his gaze, refusing to give in to the temptation to blink or look away.
“Getting restless, Skywalker? Are you ready for what comes next? Because this is where the fun begins…”
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I've added Chapter 2, which continues the action right away, so read on if you're interested! Any feedback/comments are always appreciated!
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