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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. – Dark chapter, this. Not for the squeamish or screamish, but still- deliciously angsty.
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There were few things a sith could appreciate besides power. Yet, looking down at the boy stretched out like a sacrifice upon the silky black bed sheets, Sidious thought he might make one exception – beauty.
Not that he was base enough to desire flesh, certainly not! Yet there was no way to deny the sheer loveliness of pale skin, slender muscles, golden hair.... A finger brushed down one of the smooth planes of his belly, noting with a form of satisfaction the way the flesh jumped beneath the light touch – but better still was the uncontained energy that leapt wildly about the chamber, the boy’s nail-grip on the force all but broken... just a single push...
Sidious allowed himself a slight smile. This was always the enjoyable part – the final straw, so to speak.
Blue eyes snapped open as his hand fell between the boy’s legs, and the immediate, answering flood that threatened to pour down his face and neck was simply delicious – his eyes screaming as he squirmed in the bindings that held him flat on his back, arms raised so he might not shield himself from whatever lay in store. He mewled against the gag in his mouth, eyes wide and seeming to cry out to the man he had once called a friend – No. Not you as well...
“Now now, my dear boy – this will be over soon. There’s no need to make a spectacle of yourself...”
Sidious began rolling on a pair of pyurri-leather gloves, purely as a safety precaution, noting with a spark of pleasure that his every move was observed closely.... Gloved fingers glided across a covered tray, peeling back the lid to display a generous assortment of surgical tools. A grim smile curled across his face at the little terrorized noises the boy had begun to emit, screams and begging reduced to squeaks and whimpers by a wad of black silk...
“Hushhhh...” the sith murmured, delicately lifting a cauterization pen from the tray and flicking it on – the tip glowed orange, then white, and steadily blue, as the boy’s eyes went wide in fright, his chest heaving, sheened in sweat....
“Relax – it will be over before you know it...”
Flesh pebbled beneath his touch as he fingered the stretch of smooth skin where, once, there had been a nest of brown-gold curls... Perfect.
Every muscle stiffened and began to quake as the pen-tip met tender flesh, roasting thick brown lines with every contact – there were no screams, not audibly; only a dull moan could be heard from behind the fabric, streams of saliva trickling down the sides of his face and staining the sheets... Sidious’s grim smile only widened, as the boy’s thoughts came rushing through the emptiness, so clear and so obvious they might as well have been spoken aloud...
NOOOO! No please! OWWWWW! Stop, stop it! Master, save me! He’s hurting me, please! Help me, Obi-Wan, HELP ME!!!!
A hiss escaped Sidious’s teeth as he drew back from his canvas, eyeing the image with some satisfaction – a black sun, ringed by flame... Perfect. At least, for a sith whore.
A soft sniffling sound drew him from his reverie, and with an amused smirk he realized the boy was attempting to hold back tears. Perhaps he thought he was being brave... foolish little runt.
But no matter – the force was almost throbbing within the room, clear evidence of the boy’s rapidly waning control... A slight nudge was all that might be needed... but when had Sidious been “slight” about anything?
There was a faint cling of metal on metal as he selected one of the more sizable needles from the tray, and seated himself on the bed next to the boy’s heaving belly.
“Call me... theatrical,” he murmured, “But I always have held a certain fondness for... sensitivity.”
His victim only watched the hand that held the shard of metal, eyes terrified – and bursting with shocked agony as the needle was forced through the base of his right nipple, and twisted cruelly.
The force snapped, and exploded. Every inch of the air pulsed with a wild, glittering radiance that heated the sith’s chilled blood, flooding him with raw, unrestrained power... His eyes closed against the ecstasy of it for a brief moment, drinking it in, before turning his attention back to the blubbering creature on the bed.
Ah well? Symmetry could do no harm, he thought to himself as the needle impaled the other small organ as well, to muffled cries of distress – and for good measure, his belly as well.
Breathing in the unbridled energy with a sense of deep satisfaction, Sidious rose, leaving the boy to suffer alone at the mercy of the four oozing wounds in his torso.
He could be dealt with later. For now, there was power to be enjoyed – the likes of which the sith had ever doubted the existence of. It burned through him like liquid flame, brimming with energy and youth...
By all creation, the last year had been more than worth the effort – for this delight...
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“Then I may rest assured that no military action will be instigated by the republic or any of it’s allies?”
Palpatine struggled to maintain his facade of chilly etiquette, and not to choke the stunted, pacifist slut where she stood – she and her cronies... Force, how long must he listen to these insipid bleatings?
“You may rest assured that I will continue to act in the interests of the government and it’s associates.”
Amidala stood, her lovely face arranged in a somewhat unconvincing expression of haughtiness.
“That is all we may expect, Chancellor. I thank for your time.”
She turned to leave, her embroidered gown sweeping the red carpet – before pausing, and turning back to the Chancellor with a bemused expression.
He had heard it as well – the muffled whimper that seemed to be originating somewhere about his knees... He quipped a light smile, and the noise ceased instantly.
“Is something the matter, senator?”
“I- No, forgive me. Thank you.”
She swept from the room, unnoticing as Palpatine lowered a hand and dealt a hard slap to a tear-stained face, muffling the sound with the force.
Anakin writhed briefly in the straps roping him to the underside of the desk, his head resting in Palpatine’s lap, and the man caressed his gold hair gently to soothe him...
TBC
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