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Slave Boy	By : Concrete-Diamond Category: Star Wars (All) > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 18625 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, George Lucas does. I'm not making any money by writing this.

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A.N. – This installment might be a little shorter than the others, but fear not – I’ll make up for it next time!
Warnings – Spanking, FemDom, sadism, humiliation, mild voyeurism

Enormous stalagmites cast late-afternoon shadows across the rocky Geonosian plains. A young, auburn-haired jedi master fumbled with the base of a transmitter dish, finally tossing the wrench away in frustration. Mechanics had never been his proficiency – that was Anakin’s arena...
Obi-Wan gave an exasperated sigh from the back of his throat.
“Well, we’re still not receiving a return signal; Coruscant’s too far... “ he muttered to the clay-red astro droid. “We’ll have to try something else...”
His robes fluttered with the dusty breeze as he clambered into the cockpit.
“Maybe... We can contact Anakin on Naboo... it’s much closer...”
The transmitter screen flickered to life, and the jedi steadied his voice.
“Anakin? Anakin, do you copy, this is Obi-Wan Kenobi. Anakin?! He’s not on Naboo, Arfour!”
The droid beeped, as a familiar sense of exasperation and blind anger washed through his pilot’s mind. Wasn’t this just typical?
“I’m going to try and widen the range...” he muttered, before an odd look came over his bearded face – something he would have been loathe to name.

“I do hope nothing’s happened to him...”

A snap of the woman’s fingers brought two gammoreans to the door, spittle oozing down their thick chins at the sight of the dancers...
“Pith da.”
They both gave obedient snorts, and Anakin struggled as they lifted him....

The humidity in the corridors increased as they followed her into a side chamber, grime piled at the base of the door.
“Cerna tu’in.”
The guards obeyed wordlessly, and the padawan collapsed face-first into the sand at her feet – yet when he tried to rise, a beaded sandal slammed into the skin of his back.
“Hips up.” She ordered, the huttese harsh on her tongue.“ Keep those shoulders on the ground.”
“No.”
She froze. Even the guards seemed startled.
Why not? Anakin fumed silently. You’re a dumb animal; why should you care what’s done to you?
The heel of her sandal dug into the base of his spine – pain exploded across his back, yet he only bit his lip, shaking...
“So it speaks, does it?” she jibed, beckoning the guards over. “Well then – something must be done...”
A strong grip fastened around his waist, and he couldn’t prevent a startled cry from ripping past his vocal cords as a gammorean took him under his arm, and a loud smack rang over the sandstone walls as a hand laid a hard slap on the firm curve of his ass.
He roared. Huge biceps dug into his ribs as each guard took a grip on one of his ankles, halting the storm of kicking. The blood rushed to his head as his torso hung free, wriggling desperately as his skin went crimson with intermingled humiliation and fury.
The same warm hand cupped his behind, and a shudder washed through his body, with the realization that this was not only about pain, but shame...

“Believe me little one, you’ll understand your place all too well before I’m through with you.” She crooned, before delivering another harsh blow.

It continued for what felt like an eternity, her palm striking him again and again and again, until she finally paused and allowed him to catch his breath, the tension threatening to choke him.

Anakin could feel his thighs trembling, and fought to still the movement, rage at being given the treatment of an insubordinate youngling burning him from the inside out.

The woman’s fingers glided across the skin of his ass – the blows had left the flesh warm and tingling, and likely flushed pink by now, he realized with a jolt of mortification.

“Act like a child, and you’re punished as one.” She murmured, pinching the raw skin and smirking as he squirmed helplessly. He heard the smile in her voice, and for one second, saw red, before he tensed as her hand was lifted away and the gammoreans grunted in some kind of perverse excitement, signaling another slap was forthcoming...

“Suenea! Rach da?!”

He couldn’t look behind him – the angle at which he was held and the width of the guard’s arm made it impossible – but he recognized the oily voice of the twilek majordomo, followed by a sharp slap and a female grunt of pain.

“The Master did not give you permission to exert discipline!”

“Y-yes, my lord.” She muttered, through gritted teeth.

“Get back to that obscene hole with the rest of your charges – I’m sure they will be more than willing to offer some diversion for the remainder of the day...”

Her sandals scuffed on the grainy floor as she scuttled out of the room.

“And as for YOU, pretty one...” the twilek crooned sycophantically, turning his attention to the boy held by the guards. “What I could do with you... She’s all but presented you, hasn’t she?”

His skin was clammy, and Anakin barely bit back a threatened shriek as long fingernails traced over the welts his previous tormentor had left on his skin – but the attempt for silence became futile the instant those same fingers crept between his thighs, and... Oh no, no, no no no NO!

A long sob rang through the chamber as his hips thrusted involuntarily, the twilek’s hot breath at his back while cold fingers played with the tip of his member, driving him so near that brink of madness... He all but screamed when the touch was removed.

“Now now, I didn’t come down to the Pit to tease you – the Master wants company for the morning, and you’ve given yourself something of a reputation.”

He was dropped to the floor again unceremoniously, a moan escaping his lips as the creature seized the chain around his neck and hauled him towards the door...

No, no, not that! He’d take the beating, take the whips, the torture machines in the cellar, but not that -! Not that slime-drenched slug and his hoard –

One of the guards placed a well-aimed kick to his flanks, and Anakin realized he had no choice but to follow...

“Another boost should do it – One more!”
Arfour gave a series of squeaks and beeps, and the fighter jolted as the currents pulsed through it’s wiring. The console flickered into existence as the engines roared to life.
Obi-Wan only allowed himself a sigh of relief as the cockpit closed around him, and his hands wrapped around the steering levers...

Tattoine was less than a parsec away... and he shouldn’t worry. Anakin knew how to take care of himself...

Huttese –
Pith da – That one
Cerna tu’in – On the floor
Suenea! Rach da?! – Suenea! You dare?!
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