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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. – Should have been revising a college paper, wrote this instead. Ah well. ;) Tonight kicks off some major plot points – kudos if you spot them!
Enjoy!

Three months later...

“I have taken every precaution possible, and I resent -!”
“We are not accusing you, Master Kenobi.” Mundi murmured with his maddening calm. “We are merely concerned for the boy’s well-being... He has been confined to quarters for an over-impressionable- ”
“As I said, he is well. He was imprisoned for a time by rogue spice miners on Naboo. The experience was traumatic, but he is recovering.”
Obi-Wan thanked the Force constantly for his shielding skills. One chink would be enough to send their entire cover to the moons of Yavin.
“Very well. We have assigned him as the security head for the Ryloth committee – they arrive in six hours, as you know...”
Kriff. Kriff, kriff, kriff, kriff....
“Indeed. I will return to our quarters and –“
“The padawan is already informed of his assignment – he will be present on the landing platform with the military escort.”
Beneath the overwhelming panic, Kenobi felt a spark of outrage. Since when were padawan briefed on their missions before their masters?! Unless...
No. He couldn’t allow himself to think that – not yet. The council had not abandoned their trust in him....
*

A breeze lifted Anakin’s curling hair, and sent a rush of fresh oxygen into his lungs. It felt... clean, and he was grateful for it.
This was the first occasion in near to a year he’d been allowed outside the temple quarters – and the change in surroundings was a physical relief. Any longer, and he might have gone mad....
The shuttle engines roared to a standstill overhead, before the craft slowly lowered to the platform. Anakin smirked. Whoever the pilot was, he’d obviously failed the flight academy twice. The brakes would need to be depressed slowly, as the ventilation exchange was initiated, and then extend the drag fins to lessen potential landing shock...
He clamped down on his mind quickly, his head falling a little as the familiar, bittersweet sensations washed over him. There was no use thinking of it – he’d never fly again.
The shuttle door lifted, and senate droids milled about, gathering luggage from the various storage canisters...
“Master –?“
“Um –Padawan. Skywalker.” The boy mumbled hurriedly as the Ryloth senator looked him up and down like a pastry...
“I’ve been assigned by the jedi council as your personal security head and –“
“Oh yes, there was –some transmission, no matter...” the corpulent twilek waved him into silence with a three-fingered hand. “Lead the way, by all means.”
*
It was known that Senator Taa was among the most self indulgent of the galactic politicians, but until that night, Anakin had never realized the full meaning of that statement.
As he’d understood it, the event was supposed to be a conference between the collection of senators who had given their votes to the Military Funding Act – instead, it resembled a open night at the Outlander club. With a more... aristocratic feel.
The dimmed lights reflected off snifters of chimbak wine, and cocktails of jorgu fruit and even rodian blood... And, as far as he could tell, the increasingly intoxicated conversation had progressed to every topic other than the upcoming debates...
Anakin shrank against the duraglas window, his boredom and discomfort mounting as he longed for the bed in his quarters... And his master’s warm body... Force, he missed him... His lip began to tremble, and he beat the emotions back violently...
“Why so miserable?” a well-oiled voice purred into his ear.
He jumped, and found himself facing a lethan male twilek, fire-gems glittering all over his closely draped body-suit....
“Oh, I know...”crooned a blue-skinned female, from the opposite direction. “Standing about, watching the revels, and he’s forced to keep busy, waiting for one of us to drop dead!”
“Well reasoned, Supi...” the male murmured, his black eyes never leaving the boy’s face as he tugged gently at a blond curl. “And I thought the jedi forced all their young ones to model that ridiculous coif all through their adolescence...”
Anakin swallowed hard, flushing, as the two combed their fingers through his shoulder length curls, a sharp pain spiking in his scalp as the female tugged at the braid... One of her cerulean hands caressed his cheek, and she shivered in pleasure.
“He’s soft... just perfect, I think.”
“Perhaps,” her companion growled, “But that would require a more thorough judgment.... Come, let’s go out to the veranda.”
Anakin was so awash in long-denied physical touch he hardly realized he was being led through the transparisteel doors and out onto the balcony. Coruscanti night traffic hovered by, the dark skyline glittering....
Lips closed over his own. He moaned and arched his back, some deeper part of his cortex screaming to struggle and get away, while every starved cell of his body ached and cried for attention.
“Nn – I –I don’t -!”
“Shhh... nothing to be frightened of...we’ll be gentle, won’t we, Keb?”
The female’s only answer was a drawn out groan from her companion, and Anakin arched his back helplessly as a four-fingered hand traced down his breastbone....
“Gods, you were right... softer than shimmersilk – and hairless too! Ripe as a blue peach...”
“Then let’s see the rest...” she panted, fingering the boy’s neck as he moaned into the empty air, his head spinning with the animal desire that drove near to all sentient species – mate, join, feel good...
“IN MY PRESENCE?!”
Both his companions halted at the booming roar, and Anakin felt the blood boiling in his veins freeze solid.
Taa’s pale azure face had transformed to violet rolls of flab, his sunken eyes flashing...
“Skywalker, attend me!”
Trembling, Anakin climbed to his feet and readjusted his tunics, painfully aware of the warm blush painting itself all over his skin... Force, the council would destroy him!-
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The senator’s beaded robes flashed in the hololights, and as the door slid shut behind him the twenty-year old padawan knew true fear for the first time in so long....
Strange... but being so obese, Taa nearly reminded him of the hutt...
No. No, those days were past...
“I see the rumors are no less than true.”
Anakin felt a jolt in his belly, but forced himself to remain calm.
“I-I don’t know what you – “
“Don’t play shallow with me, boy.”
The twilek took a long draught from his chalice, a few drops of jhantorian wine trickling down his multiple chins...
“Your... patron, was only too glad to elaborate on the details. What were his words?... Ah, yes – ‘The prettiest padawan in the temple?’” A thick, yellowish tongue slid along his bulging lips. “It seems he was no liar...”
“Sir-“ the boy began, shaking slightly – “Sir, what are you-“
“You try my patience. Very well, I shall make things clear. You have been... recommended to me, because... well, a politician of my station deserves the best of luxury, no?”
Oh Force... he couldn’t be serious-!
“Undress, and lie on the chaise.” The twilek growled, lust now unmistakable in his small eyes.
“But first –more wine.”

TBC – Mwahahahaha!
Now don’t get squicked – I still have a few tricks up my metaphorical sleeve... :)
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