Unnatural Selection

BY : CeeEll
Category: Star Wars (All) > General
Dragon prints: 11199
Disclaimer: I do not own the Star Wars movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

UNNATURAL
SELECTION BY CL

WARNING:
THIS STORY CONTAINS RAPE, INCEST AND OTHER HEAVY SUBJECTS -- READ AT YOUR RISK!

Pairings:
Luke/Vader/Leia/Palpatine

Summary:
Luke is captured by Palpatine and introduced to the very dark side of the Force.

Disclaimer: This bears absolutely resemblance to anything Lucas could imagine but he
certainly has the rights to the Real Characters.

Feedback is appreciated but flames are better used to light your fire.

One thing Yoda had never mentioned: certain drugs would bemuse him to the point where he had no strength, either in the Force or physical, to fight. And the Emperor had been there as well, to add to the degradation as two men held him down while a third raped him.

He'd fought each time, so that each of them finally left with bruises and bites to pay for their abuse of him. Aching, bleeding, and filled with shameful humiliation, he'd been taken from the place of torture to a large, enclosed chamber within the palace. Somehow, without being told, he knew what it was. Laid on the large bed, he'd finally given in to the weakness and pain and slipped into an exhausted sleep.

Vader's environmental chamber was warm, faintly moist, and the air was rich in oxygen. Luke came awake to the sound of rain; hidden speakers on the walls projected the recorded sound of a rainstorm, with far-off thunder and wind in the trees. It was such an odd thing for his father to have playing in his sleeping chamber that it took him by surprise.

The light was dim, a yellow glow coming from a number of small inset lights on walls and ceiling. There was no furniture other than the bed, which took up most of the chamber. Luke found it vaguely claustrophobic but supposed one could get used to anything, especially if it was necessary for survival.

He turned from external to personal study. He was still sore from the abuse but it was an almost distant pain which he suspected was due to whatever drugs they'd fed to him in the wine. Palpatine had been careful; while painful, the rape had been done almost clinically, without causing him permanent physical damage. But being held down while three men took their turn with him was not something one could easily forget. Nor was the pleasure he'd felt through the Force from the Emperor who had sat and watched it all. His pain and anguish, his humiliation, had given the Emperor great delight.

And Vader...from his father he had felt - nothing. No anger, no pleasure. Perhaps a mild distaste at the mess and blood. Or perhaps it was just that he was so very good at hiding his feelings. And Luke hadn't been in much of a state to do any deep investigation at the time.

He twisted on the bed, wincing at the pain from his bruised body. He was still naked, and he wrapped the dark quilt around himself, shivering more from reaction than chill. A bath would have been fine, though he doubted that it could wash away the disgust he felt with himself at that moment. He'd fought them, but without the Force to help him, it had been as ineffectual as a child battling adults. The men had been twice his size, twice his bulk, and had held him down as if he were of no account. Why couldn't I have inherited some of my father's size and strength? Enough to allow me to defend myself like a man....

An electric buzz and a brush of colder air announced the chamber door opening. He blinked into the brighter light as his father entered. The door slid shut and the lights dimmed until he could barely see Vader's large shape standing next to the bed.


They stood staring at each other for a few moments; Vader turned and pulled off his cloak, hanging it precisely on a hanger attached to the wall. He turned and sat on the bed, pulling off his boots and gloves, dropping them to the floor. Unable to stand the silence any longer, Luke spoke, ashamed of the dry, croaky timber of his voice.

"What happens now?"

Vader didn't answer. Luke's eyes narrowed as his father began disrobing, pulling off the helmet and armour, carefully setting them on shelves on the chamber wall. He turned, naked, towards Luke; no features were visible in the low light but Luke could see pale skin and theam eam of dark eyes. When he spoke, Vader's voice had the same pitch but lacked the mechanical rumble of the suit's audio systems.

"I have been ordero...o...use you."

Luke's heart leapt into thudding anger. "You mean rape me, don't you? Don't be afraid to use the word. Rape. Sexually abuse. Fuck your own son. Any of those sound right?"

Vader slid onto the bed, pulling the quilt from Luke and kicking it away. "If you believe,"he said in a level, emotionless tone, "that this gives me any pleasure, then you seriously misunderstand me. I do what I do because I have no choice. And neither, in this instance, do you."He reached out one pale hand and took Luke's arm, pulling him across the slick dark sheets. "If you resist, it will still happen but you will suffer more. Do both of us a favour, son, and don't resist. Perhaps the Emperor will grow bored and allow us both some peace."

Luke knew his father was right, knew that commonsense should dictate his actions...but commonsense fled at the touch of that cool hand. Snarling, he tried to kick, only to feel himself twisted and pinned on his stomach to the mattress like some insect display in a case. The Emperor's power flowed through Vader, holding him down, smothering his Force sense under waves of darkness.
His hips were lifted and a pillow pushed under his stomach. Then a finger probed around his sphincter muscle and he felt something cool and slick being spread around and inside the muscled opening.

"Father...please...don't do this...." He hated begging but he reached out, trying to break down the dark barrier between them.

The hand stroked his arse and lower back, and he felt and heard Vader climbing up behind him, positioning himself. A pair of large thumbs pulled the pucker of muscle apart and a moment later Vader thrust into him, pushing him down, the big hips grinding against him, propelling the great pennsidnside him like a spear of iron.

He'd wanted not to scream, but it dragged from him. His hands grabbed the bedding, trying to pull himself away from that terrible invasion, but he was held in place by a pair of large hands and the power of the watching, gloating Palpatine. Vader established a rhythm quickly, rising and thrusting, dropping and withdrawing, and Luke's face and shoulders were driven into the bedding with each push. His screams faded to muffled groans as his body was stretched to its limit to accommodate the Dark Lord. There was pain, yes, but it wasn't the agony of his first rape...he wondered, in some odd, quiet corner of his misery, whether his body was growing accustomed to this. Whether someone could grow used to torture, some form of survival adaptation.

When he had achieved complete penetration, Vader slowed for a moment; Luke could feel his father's groin pressed up against his arse, quivering as he held himself motionless. The hands holding him shivered for a moment, Vader arched back, thrust once more, deeply, and his body convulsed as he climaxed, ejaculating into Luke's body. The brief whispering groan was the only sound he made during the whole session.

As Vader pulled back, Luke felt the pressures holding him down relax and he pulled himself around onto his back, glaring across at his father. "Is he...gone?"

"For the moment."

Luke shivered, curling himself into a ball."You've...done this before...haven't you? Used someone this way."

The pale figure sat back, his head moving fractionally. "My Master's tastes run to the exotic. Sometimes I contribute to his entertainment, yes."

"Why?"Luke's voice was a shaky whisper. "Why is he doing this?"

"That question has many answers. Because he wishes to see your innocence destroyed. Because he wishes to manipulate me. Because you are Jedi and he hates Jedi. And because, finally, he believes that the only way you will become part of the Dark is if everything Light in you is extinguished. And that starts with the loss of innocence, through an introduction to ultimate degradation."
"But he isn't here...you are. You're the one doing this to me."

"I cannot...."

Vader shuddered and Luke felt, once more, the malign presence. He groaned. "No...no, not again...."He sensed his father's growing need, felt it channeled from beyond the chamber, a wash of arousal pouring into Vader, making him groan. Luke began kicking against the mattress, pushing himself backwards, screaming in bitter fury.

"NO! Not again!"

His arms were suddenly pinned. and Vader slid forward, grabbing his flailing legs, pushing them backwards towards his chest. Luke's lips pulled back over his teeth as he snarled and screamed in almost animalistic fury. He tried to kick out at his father's head, but Vader held his ankles in an iron grip. Big thighs pushed under his arse, levering him upwards. Vader pulled Luke's legs apart, wrapping them under his own arms, pinning them to his side. With a heave upwards, he pulled the younger man to him, burying himself in Luke in a single perfectly-aimed thrust.

Luke fought Vader and the Emperor's power, pulling his body from side to side, surging and straining until every muscle and joint ached. But Vader rode him as if he were some sort of wild riding beast, hanging on with arms and legs, pummeling into him, driving him backwards and down into the bed until he was pushing almost vertically down into his son's body. Finally exhausted, Luke collapsed as his legs were bent backwards onto his chest; Vader wrapped himself around Luke in one final convulsion as he climaxed again within the weary young body.

He might have passed out for a few moments. Suddenly he was in Vader's arms, held against a hard chest as large hands stroked the damp hair from his face. He knew he should pull himself away from those hands, but the weariness seemed to go down through his bones. He literally had no strength left to fight with.

Even Vader sounded tired. "He is very pleased. We have given him an excellent evening's entertainment. It is not over yet, I think, but nearly so. He knows that even I have physical limitations. You must endure for just a little longer."

Luke shivered, curling against his father, wishing he could hate him, but not even having the stamina for that. The abuse had begun to seem dream-like, and he thought perhaps he was going into some sort of neural shock.

Yet his numbed, weary mind caught hit hit of anguish from Vader even through his iron-hard shields. "He's a monster,"Luke whispered, voice a whispery croak. "He has to be destro"
"

The door of the chamber whispered open and Luke lifted his head in time to see Palpatine slide inside. The Emperor stood beside the closing door and watched the two figures on the bed before stepping forward to perch on the edge not far from Luke. One slender hand slid forward to touch the damp hair. "It is as I always suspected,"the old man said in a pleasant tone. "Even love cannot overcome power."

He turned slightly towards Vader, and Luke felt that sickly flow of arousal from the Emperor to his father. "One more time this night, if you would, my Servant. I would test your son's endurance."

Aching, exhausted, Luke's body finally failed him in spite of his wishes. There was nothing left to fight with as Vader turned him on his side, shaping himself into the curve of Luke's body. Strong arms wrapped themselves around him; fingers twined in his in an almost tender clasp as Vader mounted him again. Luke lay still, closing his eyes so he couldn't see the malevolent delight on the Emperor's face. With all his muscles relaxed, the penetration was almost painless.

Vader rocked him in an almost gentle rhythm, the big hands holding him steady, fingers spread across Luke's chest and stomach, their sweat-dampened skin smooth and hot against each other. Then something strange happened. Inside him, the stroking organ nudged a tender part of him that sent a tingle through his groin and abdomen, and he gasped, shivering. His own organ twitched in response, and he felt his father's reaction. Palpatine must have felt it too, because suddenly Luke felt another hand move down to his groin, and where it touched, desire followed in a wave of hot power.

Even though he knew it was wrong, though a part of him howled silently at the defeat, he arched backwards, pushing himself against Vader, meeting his thrust. The ecstasy spiraled upwards; lips touched him somewhere, hands moved, fingers teased, he moaned and thrashed blindly as the waves of pleasure rippled through him, wiping thought away in an every-growing swell of passion.

Multiple orgasms flashed through his body like an electric current, and he sobbed, begging, trying to hold on to the pleasure as it faded, tingling, down his nerve ends. He'd never felt anything to match that extraordinary pleasure. He wondered dazedly how anything could possibly equal it again.
Reality returned, finally. He was still on his side; Vader was wrapped around him in a gasping, sweating bundle, still buried with him.

The Emperor half-sat, half-lay beside him, watching him through half-closed eyes. Palatina smiled and ran a warm hand across Luke's damp chest. "We shall have to do this again, my apprentice. Yes, most assuredly."

The Emperor stood and left them, closing the door behind him. Luke shuddered as Vader pulled back and wrapped the quilt around him. "Well, I think I've very successfully doomed myself,"Luke whispered, wrapping himself up in the warm wrap.

"You are only human,"Vader answered, lying beside him without touching him. "Only a stone could have me this temptation without reacting. But, yes, it will be more difficult now to deny his commands. You have let him in, allowed him to touch your spirit. I cannot see that you can escape now."

The following days drifted into one another, patternless. Luke spent his time wandering the palace, learning its layout, committing corridors and entries to memory. Some nights he was left alone to try and sleep, though the dreams that dogged his sleep were dark and disruptive. Other nights he was commanded to perform with his father. Though part of him might want to fight, he increasingly found himself taking the easier path, allowing Palatine to excite him so that the sex was more pleasure than pain. The terrible thing was that a part of him was also enjoying it. He could try and deny that, tell himself that it was the Dark growing in him, feeding of the perversions. Whatever it was, it was there and it was becoming him.

But even worse was to come. Vader called him into his presence one morning. and Luke sensed enormous tension as soon as he entered Vader's offices. His father was seated behind his desk. and although the black armour covered any expression, Luke was becoming expert at reading the flickering energies.

"What?"

Vader's fingers twitched on the desktop, then clenched into a fist. "Your sister has been captured."

Luke staggered, grabbed the back of a chair. "No! Oh, gods...."He stumbled forward, sank into the chair. "How?"

"She was part of a mission to gather allies on an Imperial enclave. A traitor in the planetary force betrayed her group and they were taken. She is on her way here now, will be here within the next few hours."

Dark birds of fear and horror fluttered around Luke's mind. He couldn't even voice the thoughts in his head, they were too terrible. Her death looked to be the least of those. He took a few deep breaths, wondering if he looked as bad as he felt.

"He'll...he'll use her. Against us...won't he?"

"Certainly. The potential is enormous."

Luke gave a snort of disgust. "Potential. For further perversions."He stood suddenly to walk back and forth. "I can't do this. I can't live through this. I'll kill him, or die trying."

Vader seemed to calm at the sight of his son's agitation. "And you will die. Leia will live, for a time at least. And his anger will descend on her. She will suffer even more."

There didn't seem any immediate answer that didn't encompass destruction or death. Luke waited the hours out in growing anguish until he was called to the Emperor's presence. He stood beside Vader as Leia was led in between two officers. She saw him at once, flashing him a glad smile. The smile faded at sight of Vader and turned to a glare as she centered her attention on the Emperor.
Palpatine studied her, pleased. "It has been quite some time since our last meeting, your highness. You've matured quite nicely."

"Whereas in your case,"she responded coolly, "I smell something going off."

Luke was appalled and delighted at his sister's courage. She had always been strong but right then she seemed like a rock, untouchable. He realised, suddenly, that her aura was far more like their father's than his.

Palpatine took the insult without anger, from his position of power. "It is such a pleasure to have all of the family Skywalker in my possession. The possibilities, yes, the possibilities...."He turned his head minutely, and Luke's attention swung to him. He knew, with a cold dread, what the first of those possibilities would likely be.

Palpatine nodded. "We will have dinner tonight and discuss your future. I shall let my apprentice escort you to your quarters so that you may have a reunion in private."

Luke crossed the floor to Leia; she tried to hug him, but he stepped back. "No. Don't touch me."Leia frowned, not understanding.

"Luke...what...."

He shook his head. "Not now. Just come with me."

She followed him outside. They walked along side by side for some feet before her anxiety overcame her and she grabbed his arm, pulling him to a stop. "Luke...what have they done...."

He turned to her and she stepped back, seeing something alien there. "I'm not quite the person I was, Leia. It will all become sadly obvious in time. Just be patient until we're a little more private."
She nodded and followed him in silence to his room. He walked across to the wine cabinet and poured two glasses, presenting one to her. She went to say no and he insisted. "Take it. You'll probably need it to hear what I have to tell you."

She took the glass and sat in an armchair as he drank his glass dry and refilled it. "I've never seen you drink before,"she whispered, holding the crystal in both hands. "Has it been that bad?"

He took his second glass and perched on the arm of a chair opposite. "Drinking is the very least of my vices."He looked down into the wine and took a deep, unhappy sigh. "Where to begin?"He looked back up at her, drawing strength from the lovely innocence of her gaze. "Paine ine has been..... conditioning me. Yes, that's a good term for it."He looked away again, too ashamed to see the horror in her eyes as he continued. "At first it was done by people I didn't know. It's bad enough to be abused by strangers, I suppose. Then it got very personal, when he started having Vader do it."

He flicked a glance at her, saw the horror and denial. "Abused? You don't mean...."

"Yes, I do. I mean rape. Very physical sexual abuse. Father tells me it's all about humiliation and degradation. Which it is, of course, although Palpatine is certainly getting his sexual kicks from it as well, participating through his Force manipulations of Father...."

The crystal shattered as she threw it to the floor. He looked as she jumped up and took him in her arms. He tried to push her away, but she held on grimly. His despairing words were smothered by her clothing.

"Don't...Leia...you shouldn't touch me...so unclean...."

She was crying, sobbing the words. "No..no....my poor love...oh gods...if I'd only known...."

He dropped his own glass and held her finally, burying his face against her shoulder, full of the warm, loving sense of her. She sat across his lap, holding him to her, stroking his hair. "I knew...knew something was wrong. But how could I possibly guess anything like this?"
"You couldn't. No one like you would even think it could happen. It was a bit of a shock to me, too."The memory of Palpatine's glance came back to him with a sudden chilling shock. He sat upright and she sensed his change, looking across into his face with a tinge of fear. "What?"

"I don't know how to tell you this...there is no easy way. He'll use you, too, to get to me. And me, to get to you. And maybe Father as well. This is food for him, having you here. You have to be prepared for that."He wondered if it was possible to prepare for such a thing.

Her eyes widened and she swallowed. "I don't know if I can...."

He shifted, standing, putting her to one side. "Until we find out what his plans are, it's pointless to worry. He'll make it clear at dinner. But whatever it is, I'll get you away from here. Somehow."And he knew that he might just be able to do that. If he gave Palpatine what he wanted.

Dinner was appalling. The food might have been good, the setting was elegant, but only the Emperor gained any pleasure from the occasion. Luke ate automatically, determined to keep his strength up, but he saw that his sister ate nothing, drank only water, and r, or, of course, didn't eat in company.
The Emperor conversed about political matters, challenging Leia to a debate that she entered into only half-heartedly. When the interminable meal was done and the servants gone, Palpatine sat back in his high-backed chair and drank from a silver-crystal glass. He watched Leia and Luke with a small, satiated smile.

"Has my apprentice been telling you of his time with us, Princess?"

Leia's eyes narrowed and her nostrils twitched. "Some of it. You revolt me, all of you."She cast a brief glance at Vader, who twitched visibly. Palpatine's smile widened.

"Yes. But your being here has so expanded my horizons. Tonight, I think, is not too soon to begin testing those horizons."His eyes flickered as he turned his attention to Luke. "Your sister will stay with you tonight."

Luke quivered in his chair, rage building up in him like a fire suddenly fed. "I won't...!"

"You will. Or I will introduce her to the three ah, gentlemen, whom you first met. Which would you prefer?"

This was a no-win situation and Luke knew it. He smothered his rage, dropped his eyes. "Yes...Master."

Palpatine's lips twitched. "A most grudging agreement, but acceptable."He looked across at the rigidly motionless Vader. "And perhaps later...who knows?"He settled back in his high-backed chair and watched his three dinner companions with satisfaction. "It is perhaps a risk to keep all three of you alive, but the potential forer ier in three blood-linked Force users is enormous. Time will tell, my children, time will tell."

When the meal was finished and the Emperor was about to dismiss them, Luke requested to speak in private. Vader departed and Leia was escorted back to Luke's quarters. When they finally alone, the Emperor held out one hand.

"Very well. What is it you wish to say?"

"I would like you to release Leia...to let her go back to her people."

"I'm sure you would. But I have other plans for her."

Luke gathered his will and looked directly into the cold yellow eyes. "I know what you want me to do. I'll do it - tonight. And tomorrow she leaves."

Palpatine considered Luke's words for a few silent moments. "And if she does - what do I gain from this?"

"Me."

The Emperor smiled. "I already have you."

"Not entirely and not willingly. Let her go unharmed and free - and I'll stay of my own will. I won't fight you, I'll be and do whatever you wish."It was a dire offer, a surrendering of will and spirit, and Luke knew Palpatine would find it hard to resist.

"Be and do - whatever I wish. A broad set of conditions."Palpatine sighed. "Yes, I would like that. Very well. Tonight you will have sex with her and tomorrow she can leave. I am sure you understand that if you fail in your promise, my reach is long. She might not live long beyond your betrayal."
Luke nodded, feeling a ball of ice forming around his heart. "I understand."

"Good. You are dismissed."

Leia was waiting for him when he reached his quarters. Once inside, his door was locked from the outside and Luke shook his head. "Not taking any chances we might make a run for it."He crossed to his bedroom and stripped off his jacket and shoes, then threw himself across the bed. "I'd really just love to sleep, you know. Just sleep, no dreams, no sex, no watching Palpatine. Just black, dreamless sleep."He closed his eyes and sighed. "The way things are going, I won't get that this side of death."

He felt the bed move and twisted his head to watch as Leia sat next to him, legs curled under her. She was pulling the pins from her hair and unbraiding it, letting the long crinkled mass fall over her shoulders and back. Running her fingers over her scalp, she sighed blissfully. "That feels good. I could do with a wash and a good massage."She tossed her head, sending the hair flying, and stretched. "On Adleraan we had a family specialist, he had such wonderful hands, he could find all those little muscle knots and by the time he was finished, you felt like you'd been born again in a new body."

He turned onto his side and propped his head up with one hand. "You never talk much about Alderaan. I wish I'd been there, they say it was beautiful."

She nodded, sad. "Yes, it was. Lush and green and very peaceful. Whenever I dream I'm home, it's always there. My subconscious has never accepted it's gone."

Luke was about to speak when he jerked with a hissing intake of breath. "Shit."Leia frowned at the unusual profanity and saw his white-faced, narrow-eyed expression. "What? Is he...?"

He nodded. Closing his eyes, he covered them with both hands. She saw his body shiver as if under some intense pressure. "I can't....can't...."The words seem to be ground out of some deep pit of anguish and she knew he was fighting Palpatine's influence. What that defiance was costing him she could guess. But she knew, suddenly, that her beloved brother was in pain because of her and there was only one way to stop that pain.

She reached out and touched his arm. He twisted over onto his back, flinging out his arms. "Nooo...don't touch... me.... Leia... please...."She couldn't tell if the 'please' was not to touch, or the opposite. Sighing, she sat up and slid her gown off, then began undoing the buttons of his shirt.

He froze and opened his eyes, blinking at the sight of her. Her hair fell forward over her breasts but she was still clearly naked. Looking up into her eyes, he saw the calm concentration as she undressed him and swallowed. "What are you doing?"

"What has to be done. There...."She pulled the shirt open, slipped his arms out and tossed it aside. "Take your pants off. I don't think I'm up to that part."

His mouth dropped open and, in spite of the emotions turning her innards into jelly, she had to smile. "You can't make love to me with your pants on, even I know that."

He blinked, pulling his pants down and kicking them off, then the rest of his clothing until he lay as naked as her on the quilt. Having done that, he didn't seem to know what to do next, though Leia could see that his body had been more than prepared for the act - doubtless the Emperor's doing, since he had none of the other signs of an expectant male.

Sighing again, she slid her arms around his and kissed his cheeks. Her voice was suddenly nervous. "I love you, Luke. I know you are good and honourable and brave and kind and that you wouldn't do this for lust or pleasure. I forgive you, and I won't make you rape me. I won't give him that satisfaction. What has always been between us is love. So - make love to me."

He rolled over and cupped her face in both hands. "Did I ever tell you that you are the most beautiful woman in the whole Universe and I don't deserve you as a sister?"

She smiled up at him. "No, I'm sure I'd remember that. Nice of you to say so, though. You can say it again if you like...."

He settled himself against her, his lips on her throat, his legs moving hers gently apart so that he could fit between them. "Wonderful, beautiful Leia....."Her immediate sense of familiarityallowed her to relax, to let him position her where he needed. The feel and smell of him was so well-known, it wasn't at all disgusting for his skin to be against hers, his breath on her cheeks, his hands stroking up her thighs with tender care. As his induced passion made him quiver with shameful need, part of it washed over onto her and for that she oddly grateful. His penetration of her would have been more painful if she'd felt nothing, been unprepared.

It wasn't pleasant for her, there was no excitement, no heightened pulse beat as there would be if she lay with a chosen lover...with Han...but at least they fit together in a surprisingly comfortable way. But why should that surprise me, she thought to herself as Luke moved within her in gentle, controlled passion, we are twins after all. It was somehow odd to realise that the man making love to her was as physically close to her as anyone could be. Born of the same womb, made of the same flesh...she would never be taken by any man who knew her better.

She didn't orgasm as Luke did, but she held him until Palpatine's watching presence was gone and he relaxed into an embarrassed, exhausted heap beside her. He turned towards her abruptly and she saw the beginnings of tears. "I made...made a deal. You're going back tomorrow. I don't think...we'll see each other again. Maybe you don't want to now, anyhow."

"A deal."She ignored the final sentence. "What kind of a deal?"

"Just to give him what he wants. But you'll be free,and that's what really counts."

She took hold of his hands in a hard grasp. "You've given him some sort of oath, haven't you? Something like you'll be the good little pet Jedi he wants. Am I right?"

He nodded, closed his eyes, but the tears still slipped out and ran down his cheeks. "It was the only way. He insisted on us doing this tonight...but after that, you're free."

"Oh, Luke!"She ignored his feeble protests and hugged him to her, feeling the hot tears drop onto her skin as he criedentlently against her. And finally she cried, too, for the lost innocence, the hopelessness and the promise of future denied them both. All she could see was the young, bright-eyed farm boy who bounced into her cell aboard that first Death Star, ready to rescue her like some Prince in a fairy story. So long ago. So far away.

The next morning they stood before the Emperor again and waited, ignoring their watching father, waiting to see if the wicked old man would keep his word.

Palpatine stood in front of Leia and nodded, thoughtful. "Had my young apprentice here not lured a promise from me, I would be very tempted to keep you longer. You are very lovely, little Princess."She tried not to flinch as the pale, thin hand reached out to touch her chin. The fingers drifted down her throat, across her breasts and stopped at her waist.

"Now...what have we here...?"The white hand spread and flattened against her stomach, above the groin. "Well, well. And after only one night. Young Luke, it seems your seed is very fertile. You have impregnated your sister."

Leia gasped and Luke swore. Even Vader moved from his stolid silence. And Palpatine smiled. His hand hadn't moved. "Yes, it's very tiny of course, but...I think...it will be a boy - should your sister allow it to go full term. The family Skywalker carried on in its purest line. A sister-brother mating should produce a Force user of extraordinary ability. My congratulations, my dear."

And he chuckled at the combined horror from the three of them, father, son and daughter. Turning, Palpatine left them. "You may depart on the shuttle provided for you. The future is becoming more and more fascinating...."He turned back once. "Luke, you will come to me in my chambers when your sister has departed, for further instructions."

Finally, they were alone. Luke turned to Leia, whiteand shaken. "Leia...I'm...."

"Yes, I know, you're sorry."She was pale also and feeling vaguely nauseous. "But it's as much my fault as yours, if fault is the right word. It takes two people to make a baby."VadeVader stepped forward, his deep voice filled with emotion. "What will you do?"

She looked up at the black mask. "Do? I don't know, I haven't had time to think. But it's hardly the child's fault."She had a sudden thought. "If I really am pregnant? Maybe he was just...torturing me."
"If you will permit,"Vader said, as he reached out and laid his own gloved hand on her stomach. She tried not to flinch, but it was there very briefly. "Unfortunately, he told the truth. It is very faint, but I can sense the separate life force."

"Well, that's that then. I guess I'm going to be a mother whether I like it or not."She swung around to face Luke. "I didn't tell you that Han and I are married."

His eyes widened. "No! When?"

"Three weeks ago. If I don't tell him, he will think it's his child. It will certainly look like me."
"And me,"Luke said, face gaining some colour back.

"Well, one day he might have to know the truth, but for the child's sake, it's better that it have a chance for a decent life."

She swung around to her father, facing him with fresh determination. "Can you help Luke...help him survive all this?"

Vader nodded. "I will do what I can for him. Perhaps, one day, the two of us will be able to destroy Palpatine."


She smiled, grim. "I like that idea a lot. Then I'll have to leave him to you."She turned back, took Luke's face between her hands, and kissed him. "I'll look after our son, and when you come back and he's old enough, we'll tell him the truth. If he's my child, he'll be strong enough to accept it and understand the sacrifice his father made to save me."

Luke kissed her back, smoothing the hair from her face. "The Force will be with you. And so will I."
She nodded, gave Vader one last steady look, then turned and walked away.

Later, in Palpatine's quarters, he waited on his knees before his Master, preparing to perform the kind of personal service that Palpatine required. But even as he allowed a further degradation of himself, a part of him was with his sister as she set out for home. And nothing, not even Palpatine's humiliations, could erase the sense of eventual triumph that she carried with her.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. Time passed and Luke continued, somehow, to survive. He discovered many things about himself that he would never once have considered. That he could absorb punishment and grow stronger from it. That he could learn to trust his father because he sensed his father shared his pain and hated Palpatine in some private part of his mind that only Luke could share. That, somehow, even degradation could become commonplace. He found, surprisingly, that he could grow accustomed to almost anything.

Palpatine soon grew tired of enjoying his gratifications second-hand. When he knew that Luke was keeping his promise not to resist, he allowed Vader to go back to his work and transferred his attentions directly to Luke. And as he promised, Luke didn't fight the older man's attentions. Nothing Palpatine could do would make Luke risk Leia's life.

One night their relationship changed. Luke had, as usual, arrived after dinner only to find that the Emperor was engaged in an urgent late-night meeting. Since he had no orders to leave, Luke propped himself up on the bed, found himself a book, and sat back to read. The time passed and he grew sleepy. Finally he dropped the book, slid under the covers and went to sleep.

* * *
Palpatine knew Luke was present before he entered the bedroom, and he sensed the quiet feel of his sleeping mind as he walked up to the bed.

In sleep, Luke retained much of his innocence. The younger man was sprawled across the bed, the quilt twined around his lower body, his arms wrapped around a pillow. His cheeks were pink in the warm lamplight, his hair that had grown to shoulder length, ruffled on the pillow around him. Palpatine had never seen him asleep, and he sighed, watching the slow rise and fall of the chest and wondering what the peculiar feeling was that rose in him.

Pulling off his clothes, he slid under the quilt and moved next to Luke, enjoying the heat of the young man's body. Even in sleep, the Emperor's presence was familiar to Luke and he didn't wake. As Palpatine settled against him, he rolled over and curled against the older man, seeking a comfortable position. His breath stirred warmly against the pale chest as he laid his face under Palpatine's chin.

The older man lay quietly for a long time, enjoying the feel of the young, healthy body in his arms, letting himself relax in Luke's strong Force aura. It felt very good, tinged as it was by the Dark energies that he and Vader had stirred. Luke was not entirely on the Dark Side but that ambivalency was intoxicating. A little Light, a little Dark - mixed together they were a potent blend.

Luke turned again, pressing his backside against Palpatine's groin, and that was enough to stir the Emperor's sexual interest. Wrapping warmed arms around Luke, Palpatine moved against him, inserting himself into the relaxed body. Luke stirred half-awake at the penetration, the drugs still active in his bloodstream stirring him to a languid response as he sensed the relaxed pleasure from the man behind him. He let himself drift in half-sleep, pretending that it was a lover he lay with, someone who cared for him. That the hands that stroked him really meant to give him pleasure in equal to what was taken.

And, indeed, he was receiving pleasure. For whatever reason, Palpatine decided to reward Luke by slipping one hand down to his groin and taking his cock in a warm grip, stroking him gently to aroused delight. Luke pushed back against him, arching his head back so that Palpatine could lean forward and cover his mouth, tasting him in a deep, hot kiss. The intimacy was greater than it had ever been, the passion hotter, the pleasure shared and exquisite. Luke came in muscle-shuddering passion at the same time as the Emperor emptied himself within Luke with an ecstatic groan.

Instead of leaving straight away as he normally would, Luke felt himself sliding back to sleep. He expected to be ordered out, but nothing was said. He sighed, curled himself into the pillow and drifted back into sleep. It was even more of a surprise to wake the next morning to find the Emperor asleep beside him, one hand resting on his arm, one leg twined about his. Yet the worst of it was that he found acceptance in himself and a dark pleasure that he had managed to satisfy the most powerful being in the galaxy. If he could not be free, then he would be great, and if the road to greatness lay through being the Emperor's whore, then so be it. . . .

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. Time passed and Luke continued, somehow, to survive. He discovered many things about himself that he would never once have considered. That he could absorb punishment and grow stronger from it. That he could learn to trust his father because he sensed his father shared his pain and hated Palpatine in some private part of his mind that only Luke could share. That, somehow, even degredation could become commonplace. He found, surprisingly, that he could grow accustomed to almost anything.

Palpatine soon grew tired of enjoying his gratifications second-hand. When he knew that Luke was keeping his promise not to resist, he allowed Vader to go back to his work and transferred his attentions directly to Luke. And as he promised, Luke didn't fight the older man's attentions. Nothing Palpatine could do would make Luke risk Leia's life.

Luke was not used to being bored so he spent more time with Vader, when his father was in the Palace, assisting him in his duties. As time passed he had expected Palpatine to loose interest in him, or at least to become less fascinated..but the opposite seemed to apply. What had started out as common became absolute: he was required to be in the Emperor's bed every night and Palpatine kept him there until they were both exhausted. And he began having Luke take drugs; very special drugs that included an intense aphrodisiac. Though his mind rebelled at the animal-like passion the drugs induced, his body began to demand it and Palpatine was more than happy to allow him to fulfill those needs.

One night their relationship changed. Luke had, as usual, arrived after dinner only to find that the Emperor was engaged in an urgent late-night meeting. Since he had no orders to leave, Luke propped himself up on the bed, found himself a book and sat back to read. The time passed and he grew sleepy. Finally he dropped the book, slid under the covers and went to sleep.

* * *
Palpatine knew Luke was present before he entered the bedroom and he sensed the quiet feel of his sleeping mind as he walked up to the bed.

In sleep, Luke retained much of his innocence. The younger man was sprawled across the bed, the quilt twined around his lower body, his arms wrapped around a pillow. His cheeks were pink in the warm lamplight, his hair, that had grown to shoulder length, ruffled on the pillow around him. Palpatine had never seen him asleep and he sighed, watching the slow rise and fall of the chest and wondering what the peculiar feeling was that rose in him.

Pulling off his clothes, he slid under the quilt and moved next to Luke, enjoying the heat of the young man's body. Even in sleep, the Emperor's presence was familiar to Luke and hen'tn't wake. As Palpatine settled against him he rolled over and curled against the older man, seeking a comfortable position. His breath stirred warmly against the pale chest as he laid his face under Palpatine's chin.

The older man lay quietly for a long time, enjoying the feel of the young, healthy body in his arms, letting himself relax in Luke's strong Force aura. It felt very good, tinged as it was by the dark energies that he and Vader had stirred. Luke was not entirely on the Dark Side but that ambivalency was intoxicating. A little Light, a little Dark - mixed together they were a potent blend.
Luke turned again, pressing his backside against Palpatine's groin and that was enough to stir the Emperor's sexual interest. Wrapping warmed arms around Luke, Palpatine moved against him, inserting himself into the relaxed body. Luke stirred half-awake at the penetration, the drugs still active in his blooodstream stirring him to a languid response as he sensed the relaxed pleaasure from the man behind him. He let himself drift in half-sleep, pretending that it was a lover he lay with, someone who cared for him. That the hands that stroked him really meant to give him pleasure in equal to what was taken.

And, indeed, he was receiving pleasure. For whatever reason, Palpatine decided to reward Luke by slipping one hand down to his groin and taking his cock in a warm grip, stroking him gently to aroused delight. Luke pushed back against him, arching his head back so that Palpatine could lean forward and cover his mouth, tasting him in a deep, hot kiss. The intimacy was greater than it had ever been, the passion hotter, the pleasure shared and exquisite. Luke came in muscle-shuddering passion at the same time as the Emperor emptied himself within Luke with an ecstatic groan.
Instead of leaving straight away as he normally would Luke felt himself sliding back to sleep. He expected to be ordered out but nothing was said. He sighed, curled himself into the pillow and drifted back into sleep.

And it was even more of a surprise to wake the next morning to find the Emperor asleep beside him, one hand resing on his arm, one leg twined about his. That had never happened before and he wondered just where he was being taken.


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