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Torture And Tranquility	By : Concrete-Diamond Category: Star Wars (All) > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 8733 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A.N. - So, this chapter deals with actual bestiality, and some pretty intense situations – I mean, more intense than usual...
So, enjoy!

The lights of coruscanti air-traffic were bathed in shadow as a coppery solar yacht soared from a private hanger at the side of the senate building, gliding smoothly between the chrominium plated buildings. Fifty red-robed guards immediately held themselves at attention, brandishing their weaponry...
Sidious sighed aloud as he peered through the viewport. So crude.
“Don’t you think?”
The boy made no response, huddled at his feet. The rutian blue trya-velvet swathed him beautifully, concealing his gradually thinning body... Perhaps it would be best if he were fed beforehand – it wouldn’t do to have him collapsing in front of the hosts...
*

He’d never been starved, Anakin realized blearily as he shifted his weak legs. Even as a slave, there had always been enough – no outrageous feasts, but plenty to satisfy.
Never like this – this overwhelming, dizzying nausea, after four days of hunger with no relief forthcoming...
A cold hand slipped beneath the folds of the cloak, and a slight, sharp prick was his only warning before the needle was stabbed three inches into the flesh of his belly.
“N-no-!”
Cold laughter.
“Come now – you don’t want to be fed?”
Yes, but- no, not like this, not like this... like an animal in a pen...
The plunger depressed slowly, and he could feel the lukewarm fluid oozing into the lining of his stomach, heavy as a rock... It was filling at least, and he wasn’t quite as light-headed... but there was no relieving the weight that filled his bowels like molten lead, twisting his intestines and crushing against his bladder...
He moaned weakly, but Sidious merely smiled and caressed his cheek, before guiding his head into his lap; Anakin managed only a light whimper, before his eyelids fluttered shut, lined fingers carding through his honey-colored hair, playing along his neck...
*

The smile thinned as he felt the boy trying to relax against him, his obvious physical distress skittering along the shards of the force like power sparks...
Tch. The whiny little runt had best enjoy the luxury while he could – his future companions were not likely to be nearly as comforting.
A pity, Sidious mused to himself. Just when he was beginning to enjoy himself... but there was little use for idle wishing. The boy’s final days of force-sensitivity were looming to a close, and it was no longer possible to feel those sparkling waves of energy, swirling about his body and permeating the surrounding environment with a midichlorian treasure trove... Besides, some were beginning to question matters...
A true pity.
Sighing in a manner that suggested mild resignation more than true reluctance, the sith withdrew a holo-com from his robes, and activated the flickering blue image.
“What is your bidding, Master?”
“I will arrive shortly, Lord Tyrannus – ready the separatist council, and –“
He paused, smirking slightly as his fingers threaded through soft curls...
“Inform the archduke that I bring a new prize for his arena enjoyments...”
*

When Anakin finally stirred back to consciousness, he found himself completely nude and stretched over a woven mat on his back, a pair of insect-like beings rubbing some kind of saturated oil into his skin. It stank of raw meat.
“N-no, wh-what are you d-!”
The oil was slippery, yet he still managed to scramble upright, panic thrumming in his veins like a drug. The creatures squawked and screeched to each other, before tossing aside the bucket of paste, and snatching him into their bony hands, griping his skin firmly despite the lubrication. Their papery wings teased the skin on his ribs as they drew him into a corner, stretching him into a wooden frame-work of some kind... He squirmed, bit at them, but there was no use for it – all his limbs were laced apart until he was spread-eagled on the floor,
“A fair prospect, Master Sidious...” came a low voice from somewhere above – blue eyes roved wildly until they landed upon an elaborate viewing platform, carved into the rock walls of the chamber.... which, now that he thought on it, resembled a... cave, of some kind... the floor was sandy, and chunks of rotting meat lay in the corners, flesh flies gorging themselves without respite...
The man overhead was robed like a nobleman, a curved lightsaber gleaming at his belt.
“One would think it a waste...”
“You may suit yourself, my apprentice.” A familiar voice drawled from above, and Anakin choked as a cloaked figure came into view on the balcony, the form and bearing unmistakable, even beneath the swathes of black.
“But I believe his Excellency is impatient for the evening’s entertainment –perhaps I was somewhat over-zealous in my narrative...”
There was a loud scream of metal on metal as a half-concealed gate in the wall began to rise slowly, and Anakin’s breathing began to tremble as an enormous shape began to move in the shadows....
“Indeed.” The apprentice replied, sounding amused. “I trust your Excellency will find the spectacle ravishing – your appreciation of the inner rim mythology is renowned... particularly the fable of Cafeus and the Reek...”
A low, rumbling bellow sent a vibration through the rocks, and the boy shrieked, writhing against the bindings in a desperate, hopeless attempt at escape... It was strange – only a year ago he would have despised himself for the humiliating show of terror, but now...
The animal lumbered into the cavern, the ruddy skin of it’s head gleaming in the dull light as it sniffed inquisitively at the air...
The guards clicked and chattered to one another, before rusted metal cuffs were locked about his biceps and thighs, and with a harsh yank to the attached chains he found himself lifted up to the creature’s pitted belly, the stench of manure and animal sweat making his head reel in disgust...
But then... then... No, they – they couldn’t possibly – they wouldn’t -!
The reek gave a shuddering growl, it’s pierced nostrils flaring, and Anakin understood in some stunned, horrified way that it could smell the grease covering his skin... and that scent was fascinating to it... arousing...
The chains were crossed over the animal’s strong back, crushing him against it’s abdomen without a hope of movement.
Anakin numbly felt the tears sliding down his face.
Why fight? It was going to happen, there was no way to prevent it...
Something blunt and impossibly thick brushed between his legs, feeling more like an ion cannon barrel... it couldn’t – that couldn’t possibly –
Ram.
His whole body trembled with the force of the scream, his vision white, his mind bursting apart as his lower body followed suit... or so it seemed. Somewhere drifted the unwelcome knowledge that he was still alive, still whole, still enduring, as this... monster... reamed him. Caloused skin rubbed viciously at delicate tissue, and as the thrusts grew in length and depth Anakin began moaning uncontrollably.
It- it was... sick. Simply sick that he could glean any form of delight from this violation, but there was no possible way to avoid it – the sheer size of the animal’s member had crushed the nerves inside him flat, and they were being kneaded without mercy... he rocked himself helplessly, aching and squirming as his cock was abraded by rugged skin, inching him closer and closer with every wriggle... The hardness slid against his organs, bringing a deep, queasy sensation that was utterly unknown, yet not completely unpleasant... One of his jeweled nipples caught against a piece of loose skin, and the resulting tug only made him arch his spine and wail – this would end with either his climax or his death, but it must end...
Suddenly the creature stilled, grunting, and the boy cried out in panic as the seed gushed inside him, distending his stomach, spurting free and splattering the sand...
Instantly the chains were unwrapped and he tumbled with a soft thud into the muddy pool that had collected below the animal’s loins, yet he had no opportunity to feel any disgust before the bonds were seized again by insect hands, and he was dragged across the wet sand on his back, before they lifted him in front of the reek’s knobbly face. Hot breath washed over the boy’s torso, until sweat dripped down his thighs, and there was a chorus of excited clicking and crowing as rough, pitted tongue slid down his belly and scrubbed across his revived erection, sending him into spasms of raw, animal glee... The foreskin slid over sensitive flesh, making his eyes roll back, and transforming his breathing to frantic pants, as though determined to fill his lungs with every draw – the wet muscle slid further and cradled his balls, almost gently, the tip searching along the stretch of smooth skin just behind...
Oh-! The – the beast!
Hips bucked violently at a final, long lap from his aching hole all the way to the base of his neck, and he spilled himself across the wet sand, only to be dropped upon his back into the pool, in half a swoon...
Perhaps they would simply leave him here, he thought to himself dully, to be the creature’s evening meal. It was just as well – he doubted he could move, he could barely even feel his legs...
“Yours now, my apprentice.”
*

For as much as the senate spent on prison funding, Obi Wan couldn’t help but consider millions of tax credits poorly wasted.
Firstly, their security systems weren’t worth bantha shit. Nor was the mental training of their wardens – a flick of his little finger, and all eighteen were sent off for snifters of caff. Even the speeders were unlocked. Kriff, it was as though they were allowing him his freedom...

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