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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. – I make general apologies for time, length, all of the above... but I thought you all deserved something new for sticking around! :) Enjoy!

Drip.
Sizzle.
Pain....
And as he jumped again, quivering, every nerve ending screaming at him to run from the agony, Anakin’s blue eyes flickered to the pale form nestled amongst the cushions, watching intently, and he knew that she would soothe the hurts... and that thought could make it somewhat bearable...
“Are you listening?” Suenea snapped behind him, and his delayed nod was rewarded with another splash of Arnian wax.
“Ah- aaaughh-!”
“Good boy.”
He slumped in the manacles, and let the tingling wash over his skin, whimpering...
“Beg for it.”
A sob tore itself from his throat.
“I –“
Red liquid splattered the backs of his thighs, and he thought he might faint from the pain...
“I –said – beg for it!”
Slender fingers pinched a nipple, smothering it with boiling, viscous fluid, and a little smile curled across her face as the boy rocked in the manacles, screaming...
“Well?”
“I-I- please touch me, please, please, I can’t take it, hurts so much, please, please -!!!”
The smile stretched into a grin that would have made a Puuri cat cower in shame.
“Touch you where?”
He was sobbing helplessly now, his face soaked...
“Th-there – between my thighs, please, please -!!!”
Suenea chuckled softly, and stroked his cheek, smearing the tears over the flushed skin.
“You see, my pretty? You had only to ask...”
He whimpered and bucked his hips, craving even a slight touch...
“... but I might chose not to deliver.”
And with a slap to his already tingling behind, she strutted back up the stairs, deaf to his screams and pleading....

Her shadow had long since vanished by the time Anakin cracked his eyes open, to find delicate fingers working the manacles at his wrists, and with a gasp of relief he sank into the sea of cushions.
Kyoona began peeling the hardened wax from his skin, and every tug of flesh seemed to awaken a new desperation, a new need for touch, for skin on skin...
He caught her wrist, whimpering like a wounded animal, and her jeweled eyes filled with tears at the pleading look in his own sea-blue.
“I –We cannot...” She whimpered, shuddering as his fingers slipped beneath the flimsy dancing girdle around her hips. “The Master would...”
Her eyes widened, bright pink blooming in their depths as the boy reared up beneath her and kissed her lips, her forked tongue pulled into a desperate dance with his own...
“Love me...” he whimpered softly, and the g’ruthian was lost.
Her girdle and waist beads slipped down her legs, followed by the jeweled netting that encased her soft plumage – It billowed around her face like a white and azure cloud, and Anakin felt his breath hitch at the sight...
She kissed him again, angling his hips and sinking down gently, both of them stifling moans of bliss...
“Ani...” Kyoona whimpered, rocking herself over him gently, “My Ani...”
He grunted and thrust upward, ripping a soft shriek from her slender throat, and she leaned over him, bringing his mouth to her breast. His soft lips latched upon the bright pink nipple like a nursing child, and the analogy brought a sudden ache between her legs.
“Ohhh – oh Ani...”
He never thought he might enjoy hearing the despised pet-name ever again, but somehow this was different... He didn’t bother to think of why, his mind was swallowed by the sensations in his loins...
It took only a short while – he bucked quickly for a final time, she wailed, and the shuddering of her internal walls brought him over the edge and into mind-shattering ecstasy...

He awoke to the sensation of smooth hands petting his back, and found his lover scattering feathery kisses along the golden skin to rouse him.
“The Master calls...”
Her fingers fluttered across his neck as the chain was re-fastened to the collar, fissures of arousal still skittering unbidden across his taut nerves...

The throne room was packed as always, and Kyoona threw herself into the dance with the other girls, as Anakin meekly took his position by the Hutt. Jabba made a sound that he supposed equated to lust... he truly didn’t care.
“Something new!” The crime-lord bellowed, and with a swing of his flabby arm a very startled nineteen year old boy was flung into the dancers’ ring.
“And do not fail me, pretty one...”

The others were kind enough to guide him, wreathing their limbs with his own, caressing him gently, until he could writhe in time to the senseless music with as much frenzied passion as the rest. The court paid little attention – it had been seen before.

Shmi was no common woman – to retain lucidity after such a traumatic event proved her mind’s resiliency... No mere coincidence, Obi-Wan was certain.
She recovered quickly, and within a week they had been able to locate her husband’s farm on the tracking scanner...
Her disappointment at discovering his true identity was still palpable.

Cliegg Lars had wept at her return, and after many emotional reunions were exchanged, the jedi had asked of his padawan’s whereabouts, only to be met with confused stares.
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