The Taming of the Jedi | By : DMSandArica Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 35807 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Part 8
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Property of George Lucas – whether he wants
it or not.
A/N: Special thanks
to DMS for a delightfully twisted idea that appears in this chapter and
for looking it over for me.
Luke collapsed on the bed, his pulse pounding in a
post-orgasmic staccato. Beside him, Jade wiped sweat from her brow and panted
up at the reflective-tiled ceiling. He shared her bed every night now, where
they tossed and tussled in unrepentant throes of indulgence.
“Admiral Dane tells me you’ve caught on quickly,” she
said, still somewhat breathless. “Do you enjoy being in charge?”
He suppressed a smile – she knew very well what he liked.
“Actually, I prefer flying in the trenches,” he commented nonchalantly.
“Getting dirty, working with my hands.”
“Your hands are talented enough to be insured,” she agreed
with a smirk. “But if command grows tedious, I can arrange for you to get your
hands dirty in the TIE hangar.”
“Really?” he asked, trying not to sound too eager. As
magnificent as the Avarice was, he longed for the intimacy of a small
fighter ship - even if it happened to be the nemesis of his cherished X-wing.
Luke turned to look at her. “Your admiral and staff are
more than capable. Why do you insist that I learn to command your ship?”
“Would you rather remain attached to my wall?” she answered
lightly.
“Of course not-”
“The Emperor knows you’re here,” she cut him off. Her
expression turned solemn as she propped up on one elbow. “I have stalled him as
long as I can, but I can buy you no more time. We will arrive at the Death Star
in one week and you will be turned over to him.”
Luke felt his heart sink. He’d forgotten about the
Emperor, and the Death Star, and the war, for that matter. Immersed in Jade’s
world of rapture and reward, he’d come to expect – and want – nothing else.
“You’re leaving me?” he asked hoarsely, unable to keep the
sound of betrayal from his voice.
“No!” She sat up quickly and cupped his jaw with her palm.
“But I cannot defend you against him. You must do that yourself.”
“What does he want?”
“He wants you for his own,” she answered, stroking his
cheek with her thumb. “He wants you to join him. And he will kill you if you
refuse.”
He stared into her green eyes and saw no deception there.
“I will not turn, my Lady,” he said quietly. He would
grant no one the assent he had refused his own father. Of that he was certain.
“I know,” she whispered, gazing back at him with startling
intensity.
Abruptly, she got out of bed and tossed him his clothes.
“Get dressed.”
* * * * *
Striding by her side through winding corridors, they
arrived at the stormtrooper barracks, an area of the
ship he’d only seen in passing before. A large transparisteel
wall divided them from the main recreation area where most of the troopers had
removed their helmets and more cumbersome parts of their attire to lounge and
eat, drink, or simply watch the holo.
A commotion at the far side of the room caught Luke’s
attention as two men were shoved unceremoniously through the door. At first, he
did not recognize them. Pale and gaunt in appearance, it was only by the worn
remains of their costumes that he realized they were two of the ‘actors’ who
had accosted him.
A faint cheer was heard from the troops when the men
crawled across the floor, kneeling at the feet of the first man they came to,
as if in supplication. The troops made quick sport of them: some shoved them aside, others removed their codpieces only to scoff and kick
them away when they scurried close.
Finally, two of the troopers removed their codpieces and
exposed themselves completely, beckoning the men forward. The actors
practically dove for them, latching onto the proffered erections with their
mouths and sucking desperately.
One of the men being serviced grinned, leaning back in his
chair. “Don’t know what you’re missing, brother,” he said to a trooper beside
him who had refused. It didn’t take long and he soon jerked forward, squirting
his seed into the actor’s greedy mouth. “Ahh, that’s
it,” he moaned, kneading every last drop from his member before tucking it back
into his uniform and getting up to leave. “Come find me later tonight,” he
laughed.
The actor did not hear him as he had already collapsed to
the floor, twitching in what appeared to be a seizure-like state. The other
actor had the same response and, soon, both were lying inert on the floor.
Luke turned to Jade who had been watching the scene,
seeming somewhat amused.
“It’s the Formula with which I had them injected,” she
answered his questioning look. “It is the most addictive drug in the galaxy. When
combined with semen in the digestive tract, it instantly produces a euphoric
high that renders the user incapacitated. Like that,” she pointed to the
shuddering men on the floor.
“Doesn’t seem like much of a punishment,” Luke commented,
not sure what to make of such a device.
“Ah, but look closer, Jedi. They aren’t quite the picture of health are they?”
She was right. He had noticed their haggard appearance
before, but upon closer inspection, he noticed the tight, drawn skin around
their eyes, the hollows of their cheeks, and matted, thinning hair.
“So addictive is the drug, that the users – or victims, if
you like – lose interest in everything else but getting high, including food
and water. Were they stationed with a larger garrison,
they could probably survive on the liquid protein diet for a longer period of
time. But seeing as how I do not require a large number of troops here and, as
you saw, some of my men are not inclined to the male persuasion, they are
starving to death.”
He looked down at the men who were beginning to stir.
Jade continued, “And since they have the added
disadvantage of not being able to suck each other off, since they are
castrated, I do not expect them to live through the end of the week.”
Luke felt Jade’s eyes on him, trying to discern his
reaction. “What about the other one?” He asked quietly.
“The blond one? He died of peritonitis from a perforated colon, in quite a bit
of agony, as I understand,” she answered flatly.
Disconcerted by her calm, clinical description of the
man’s demise, Luke could only stare at her. Jade met his gaze steadily. “I told
you they would suffer,” she declared solemnly. “And I keep my word.”
Luke nodded slowly, wondering if she took any pleasure in
the fate of the men who had angered her, or if she had done it solely to
vindicate him.
He was still pondering this when she touched his elbow
briefly, motioning him to follow her. “Come. We have work
to do.”
* * * * *
She led him to a large chamber that looked to be some sort
of exercise facility. In addition to various pieces of cardio and strength
enhancing equipment, there was a vast array of weapons lining the walls.
“This is my private training arena,” she said, tossing
something at him. “Here.”
It was Luke’s lightsaber and he
caught it with surprise. He hadn’t noticed that she was carrying it.
“Can I assume that you know how to handle Force
lightning?” she asked.
“Force what? I’m not sure -”
A blinding flash of light slammed into Luke, knocking him
across the room. Razors of excruciating pain pierced him and he gritted his
teeth, trying not to scream as he struggled to his feet.
“Force lightning,” she continued matter-of-factly. “It’s
the Emperor’s favorite way to punish or kill someone. You can block it with the
blade of your lightsaber,” she nodded to his hilt
that had gone spinning across the room, “which you should hold onto at all
times, by the way.” There was a hint of reproach in her voice.
“Or you can block it with the Force, but that takes some
practice. Just remember, it’s energy and can be
blocked with energy.” She raised her hand again and blue bolts shot toward him
again. They caught him square in the chest, but this time he managed to remain
standing.
“Use the palm of your hand,” she instructed patiently.
“You won’t be able to absorb it yet, but at least try to deflect it.”
He did as he was told and, sure enough, some of the blue
streaks from the next volley bounced away from him and into the wall. She
doubled her efforts, then, using both hands until he was backed against the
wall and she did not relent until he was pushed to the floor. He’d taken quite
a few hits, though, and groaned through clenched teeth.
“Get up!” she commanded sharply. “Fight back, dammit!”
Luke glared up at her, pushing himself back up the wall.
She certainly was no Master Yoda, he thought wryly.
He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply and drawing on the
Force. He felt a faint tingle of warning in his hands and, when she struck,
they moved of their own volition to block her. The pain did not come and he
opened his eyes to see the blue streaks bouncing away from his palms.
Jade’s eyes had taken on a golden hue and an unseen wind
from the lightning blew her hair around her face in wild waves of red. His arms
started to tremble with the intensity of the onslaught and, just when he
thought he would falter, she broke off the attack and struck at him with her
red blade instead.
He recovered just in time to ignite his saber and their
red and green blades met with a violent clash. She grinned wickedly, but Luke
met her without flinching. He’d never shrunk from a duel, not even when his
first opponent had been Darth Vader.
She may have had an advantage in the uses of the Dark
Side, but they were equally matched here. Strike. Block. Parry. Lunge. Blow for blow,
they circled the arena until both were glistening with sweat.
In a sudden flurry, she advanced with unchecked aggressive
speed and Luke, trying not to wound her with his riposte, backed away until he
was almost at the wall. She left him no choice but to block her final strike
and simultaneously knock her away with a Force-assisted kick.
She back-flipped, landing squarely on her feet, and faced
him squarely. Her eyes were glazed, as if looking at someone else, and she
lunged for him, her lightsaber hilt clattering to the
floor.
He caught her hands, expecting that she still wanted to
fight, but instead she shoved him backwards and pressed her mouth to his in a
frenzied kiss. Pinning his arms to the wall, she plundered his mouth, moaning
in uncharacteristic abandon.
She did not let him touch her, but ripped his shirt open,
continuing her ravenous trek down his neck and chest. Reaching his belt, she
jerked it loose and tugged his pants open, kneeling to devour his manhood
without preamble.
There was no passion or tenderness in the act. She
consumed him ravenously, like a woman possessed. Luke was grateful for a nearby
handhold on the wall, or she would surely have toppled him over when she sucked
him dry.
She stopped as suddenly as she had started and stood up,
panting. Her eyes were clear again and she backed away, wiping her mouth.
“My Lady?” Luke asked hesitantly.
She did not answer but turned her back on him and
sauntered out of the arena. The door swished shut behind her and Luke was left
wondering what the kriff had just happened.
(to
be continued…)
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