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Torture And Tranquility	By : Concrete-Diamond Category: Star Wars (All) > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 8733 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, George Lucas does, as well as Disney. I'm not making any money by writing this.

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A.N. – So, this one took on a life of it’s own. Hopefully still yummy.

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Anakin had only set foot within the senate building once in his life, and as a nine-year old child. But then, he’d been young. Qui-Gon and Padmé had been there. He’d been safe. He’d been shielded. But no longer.
He counted himself fortunate that Palpatine preferred to glide across the floor in a slow, stately manner – any faster, and he would likely have been strangled in his effort to keep pace. The brilliant diamond choker glittered deceptively about his neck, concealing one of the better force-leads on the black market. The other, invisible end of the leash had been bound to a Devronian blood gem the Chancellor wore as a signet ring.
The boy stumbled slightly on the carpeted steps leading to the vast Hearing Chamber, and felt several eyes widen upon him as his jedi cloak fluttered slightly, exposing a bare calf and thigh.... He flushed, and continued onward at a vicious tug to his throat.
They envy what they cannot have. Sidious hissed through the hopeless web of cracks that filled Anakin’s force presence. You truly are quite the treasure, young one.
Anakin didn’t dare reply – it wasn’t his place. Nine hours in a neuro-spike chair after one thoughtless, angry retort had taught him that. Yet the humiliated blush only seeped downward from his face to his neck and onward, until he was unable to move without heated skin brushing warm flesh...
He heard Palpatine chuckle at the tangle of silent emotions he was releasing into the force; whimpered complaints that the collar hurt, desperate pleas to be allowed to cover himself more, to use his hands, moans of how hot he was, how needing, fear, humiliation, and just that little drop of sensual thrill...
Soon, my lovely boy. Soon...
*

The steady drone of speeches and carefully constructed insults seemed to stretch on for a millennia, and for all the endless, miserable hours Anakin could only kneel at Palpatine’s feet, head bowed and his hands behind his back. Hunger pains clawed at his insides, though he knew only too well that he was unlikely to be fed any time in the future – at least, not until he fainted.
Amedda was constantly stealing glances at him, an amused smirk quirking his blue-skinned lips, and Anakin fought back despairing whimpers. The chagrian would probably ask to fuck him later – if his master consented.
And his master always consented. Regardless of gender, species, even physical compatibility... like the Krafeen senator... He shuddered, and tucked his knees closer.
*

The boy was too easily distracted, Palpatine mused with a smirk. On every side, plans were being set in place to destroy the only home he’d had, and all he could think about was that beast from Kafeerr Six. Typical little wanton.
Well, if he were to be honest with himself, it had been quite... intense. He could feel his blood beginning to stir just from the memory of the boy’s shrieks when the thing cradled him in six of it’s tentacles, thrusting into him carefully... and all the while he just wailed and screamed, whimpering that it was too big, he couldn’t go through with it.... Palpatine had been somewhat embarrassed by the rudeness, but the senator hardly seemed to care – by the end of the evening he was already swearing his undying love for the boy, calling him his blossom. The chancellor had evicted him from the building after he asked if he could impregnate him – and however attractive the idea of the boy’s agony might be, when the spawn burst from his intestinal tract, it also opened the possibility of unpleasant medical and – more importantly - legal matters.
However, it had hardly been a wasted evening – the pretty blonde had been punished for his mannerless behavior...
Perhaps... a little more was due this evening. Serve him well for his lack of attention to the proceedings...
*

“M-master, p-please...”
“Enough talk.” The sith cut across the pathetic whimpering, as a band of force energy tightened around the boy’s neck, blocking off his oxygen supply.
“Now keep still, unless you want more pain...”
Blue eyes bluged, their depths wet as his lungs heaved for air... A firm hand clamped the durasteel ring over the base of his limp cock, and – no, no, please, please, no-!
He felt the first bolt before he heard or even saw it – a swift, tingling burn to the bars of metal that pierced his nipples, the ring in his navel, and lower still... His whole body vibrated with the electricity, his eyes tingled, and the need for air was becoming over-powering...
A finger stroked the emblem seared into his flesh, and his hips jumped at the shock, arousal spiking through his veins and into his strangled loins – white, bloodless, and trembling. Force, but it was sensual.
Filled with a sudden curiosity, Sidious flexed his energy, and sent a thin sliver of electrical charge through the slit crowning his member, and Anakin screamed soundlessly as it twisted it’s way through the maze of his insides...
“So tender -You want release?”
He only nodded helplessly, tears spilling...
“From the pain?... Or from the pleasure?... or perhaps, you wanton little animal, from both?”
He was shaking now, his joints chafing in the restraints, every muscle rocking as he strained to breathe, wriggling on that minute strand of electricity... He was fully erect now, not by choice, but by the automatic response of his flesh – it was deeper now, it filled his loins, he could feel the seed boiling inside him... His belly quivered, thigh muscles clenching, and Sidious only smiled demurely, watching him suffer...
“Stars, that pert behind must be hungry – allow me...” he hissed, another ream of lightning swooping between his spread legs, and the boy was lost.
No sounds came from his lips, but they quivered, his jaw hanging... it hurt... so badly... but so... good...
A spark brushed the knot of nerves buried against an internal wall, his eyes rolled back, his lungs were ready to collapse...
The ring of energy surrounding his throat was released – simultaneously with the restraints at his groin. Air flooded his lungs as the fluid gushed from his body and splattered the pristine floor, leaving him trembling and gasping helplessly.
Sidious allowed him no reprieve, and unlocked the straps with a flick of his thumb.
The boy collapsed on his belly, his skin instantly coated with his own essence...
“Clean up your mess – then we’ll report to the medics. I don’t want any lasting damage...”
Anakin moaned, but obediently lowered his head and began lapping up the liquid, until the floor gleamed and his stomach throbbed. He was hauled upright by his hair, still twitching occasionally with the aftershocks, and led by the leash down the corridor and into a gleaming, black room he knew only too well...
“Nnnnoooo...”
A force-slap almost knocked him to the floor, and made his vision flicker for a moment...
“Silence. On your back.”
Choking back whimpers and pleas, he crawled onto the metal table, and spread himself across the surface.
They’d... played like this rather a lot over the past weeks. It was a game of the sith’s – practiced under the premise of inspecting him for damage, when it fact the purpose was merely continued violation...
The cuffs snapped over his wrists and feet, hoisting his legs upward and exposing the orifice between. Sidious licked his thin lips. Dark, secretive – and still incredibly small, though slightly red and swollen about the edges. In a word, perfection – and worth the forthcoming effort.
The holocam flashed once –twice...
“Keep still my sweet – we don’t want your image spoiled, do we?”
The machine continued it’s upward trek on the bar that supported it, snapping holo after holo of his heaving body...
“So attractive... it would be a crime to waste it, don’t you agree?”
Anakin made no reply, only lay still and fought to continue breathing, unsure how much longer it might be possible...

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