A NAKED SLAVE JEDI, IN A CAGE

Why do you stay here, Jedi?  Why do you permit them to exploit you?

It is my penance.

  Three times since the … the terrible purge I nearly lost myself.  Three times I was almost consumed by the Dark Side.  No, that is a lie.  In fact, three times I have embraced the Dark Side.  I allowed myself to use it.  I used it to kill. 

  I can never again permit myself to use my power.  I cannot trust myself.  It is proven.  Each time I turned to the Dark, I did it only in a moment of extreme crisis, terrible need.  That is no excuse.  In spite of all my years of training, I succumbed to emotion—to anger and to fear.  Each time afterward I solemnly swore I would never allow that to happen again.  I promised myself I would accept death rather than let those feelings—or any other—overcome my discipline and judgment.  Twice, I broke that vow.  It finally became clear to me that if I ever again open myself to the Force, it will only be a matter of time before I break the vow again. 

  It is better that I remain here.  Since I cannot control myself, I allow our captors to do it.  As long as they keep me here, they keep me from doing evil. 

  As for the … the indignities we are subjected to, I accept them.  They are a price I am compelled to pay.  I do not believe I can ever entirely atone for the things I did, when I turned to the Dark Side.  The lives I took.  No punishment can purify me—I do not deserve to be redeemed.  It is right that I suffer for my misdeeds. 

  The things they do to us, the things they make us do—they  help me.  I have found they … keep me in the appropriate frame of mind.  Humble.  Ashamed.  And tired.  It's good that they keep me tired.  If my resolve weakened and I tried to leave this place, tried to use my powers to escape, I don't think I could any longer.  It would be too difficult to focus my mind and my energy.  Our captors never leave me with much energy. 

They take all we have. 

I deserve no better.  Often I wish they treated me even more harshly than they do. 

You have sworn off anger and fear, and yet you seem to feed on guilt.  And also shame.

  I do not feed on them.  But I admit I do not attempt to control those emotions as a true Jedi should.  I am no longer a true Jedi.  I do not fight those feelings.  I have surrendered myself to them.  It is fitting.  It is necessary.  Those are the emotions I deserve to feel.  Those are the emotions that brought me back from the pull of evil, and hold me back still from its call.  Those are the emotions that keep me humble and obedient, which I need to be, to stay here as I am and survive.  I cannot fight them.  I cannot allow myself.

You enjoy them.  Admit it.  That is the true reason you wallow in them.  They excite you.

  No.  That—this is not true.   

I have seen it.  I see it every time they put you to work.  You enjoy it, Jedi.

  No!  I swear you are wrong!  They torture us!  They degrade us!  I allow them because I deserve it.  It is my atonement. 

It is a game, and it thrills you.  I have seen it.  Your sins are only an excuse to indulge yourself. 

  You're wrong.  Your eyes deceive you. 

You deceive yourself, Jedi. 

  I am no Jedi.  Look at me.  I am a slave, the same as you. 

Not the same.  Not quite.  I do not become aroused, when I am commanded to dance naked for our masters.  But it is different for you, is it not?  Do you deny it?  You do not answer?  You blush, but you do not answer.  Except … your blush is the answer, isn't it? 

  I—I have heard you beg the masters to—to use you.  As I myself have begged, when the masters torment us with their whips and shockers.  We say what the masters want to hear. We say what we must, to end our torments.  It is a performance, just as when we dance. 

It is, yes.  But our performances are different.  When I beg to be used, my need is counterfeit.  When I scream for them in pleasure, in climax, that too is counterfeit.  It is not the same for you.  I know it is not the same.  Everyone in this palace knows it is not.  Including you.  Have our masters humbled you enough to admit it aloud? 

  You are … you are cruel.  Why do you taunt me like this?   

You deserve no better.  Just as you said yourself.  You did not give up your lightsaber, your clothing and your dignity to keep yourself from evil.  You are not atoning for your mistakes.  You are here because you are a wanton slut.

  I didn't give up my saber, it was taken from me.  I didn't give up my clothing either—they were torn from my body!  You saw it happen! 

I did, yes.  Just before, if you recall, they did the very same thing to me.  You didn't resist, not even a little.  We could have got away, if you fought.  We could have got to my ship.  You didn't try.  You just stood there looking sheepish as they stripped us stark naked and put us in chains.    

  There were too many of them.  I would have had to use the Dark Side.  I almost did—I wanted to.  I felt the pull so strong.  You don't understand what I would have become, if I'd given in to it again.  I felt lightning building in my fingertips.  Sith lightning.  I could have melted the flesh from their bones, if I'd let loose my rage.  No one should have power like that.  At least no one with a temper as bad as mine.  It was the hardest thing I've ever done, but I held myself back.  I had to.  Surrendering was the only way.            

You could still get us out of here.  You could take back your sword and set us both free.  You could reach out and summon it to your hand.   

  No.  I can't.  I really can't.  I told you, I don't have the strength anymore.  They've … put me through too much.  I'm cut off from my powers.     

You are hiding from your responsibilities.  You are too lazy and too selfish and too cowardly to join the rebellion and fight.  Staying here instead is safer, isn't it?  So much easier and far, far more pleasurable.

  You want to join the rebellion? 

I want my freedom!

  You're an Imperial Intelligence Officer.  You thought I still didn't know that?  Well, I do.  You were going to take me to the Inquisitors, not to the rebels.  You are the real reason we've both ended up in this dungeon.  Because you were stupid and tried to cheat Morwoh the Hutt.  He told you exactly where to find me, but you didn't keep your side of the deal. 

I would have.  Once I made sure his intel was accurate.  I admit, it was an error.  I was … overconfident.

  If you had paid him, you would be promoted by now.  Think about that, for a moment.  I would probably be dead.  Executed.  Unless … unless they turned me into an Inquisitor.  I might have let them turn me.  Might have given myself up completely to despair and to hate. 

Instead you gave yourself up completely to guilt and humiliation.  And to lust.   

  Yes.  Better a slave than a Sith.  Wicked things are done to me every day over and over, but truthfully I can say I do no evil myself.  Perhaps that means I should be grateful you were so cocky and stupid. 

Yes indeed, you should be grateful, considering how much fun you've been having in this place. 

  I have not been having fun! 

You've had a hell of a lot of orgasms.

  That—that is beside the point.  It … happens outside my control.  I can't control it.  I don't like that it happens.  I try not to let it.  I do!  I swear I do!  It is humiliating.  Every single time, the shame of it makes me want to die.  I didn't know this would happen to me, when I surrendered.  How could I have known?  I didn't know I would prove to be so … so susceptible to the training.  But there's nothing I can do about it now.  It's too late.  The Masters are … skillful.  They have corrupted me.

I suspect you were always corrupt, deep down. 

  Perhaps.  I cannot say.  Perhaps I was.  Is it another aspect of the Dark Side, that makes my body respond as it does?  You are not Force sensitive, and the Masters never make you feel the things I feel. 

But you said you have closed yourself off completely from the Force.    

  Yes.  I have.  I think I have.  It isn't the Dark Side then.  It must just be … me.  Something twisted in my nature.  It is … very strange.     

You're working yourself up just from talking about it.  I can see it on your face.  It's taking you over. 

  No. 

Don't lie.  It's pointless.  You're wet, aren't you?  Your Jedi cunt is dripping wet. 

  No!  Don't call it that!  Please don't call it that.

Is it wet or isn't it?

  It isn't wet.  I swear it isn't.

Prove it to me.  Touch it.  Touch it and show me your fingertips.  Don't just shake your head at me.  Why won't you touch it?  What are you scared of?

  You … you know.

Yes, I know. I was right, wasn't I?  Admit I was right.  Your Jedi cunt is dripping wet.  Say it.

  No. 

Coward.  Slut.

  I'm not a coward. 

Prove it.  If you're not a coward, tell the truth.  Admit that you're a slut. 

  No.  I'm not a slut.  I am a slave in a cage but I'm no slut. 

But you like being a slave in a cage.  You love it.  It excites you.  Tell the truth!  Tell me the fucking truth!

  I don't like being a slave.  I don't!  But … it does … excite me.  I can't control it.  I'm not in control.  It makes me wet.  I can't help it.  It … takes me over, like you said.  I can't stop it once the feelings awaken in me.  Ohh.  My … cunt is dripping wet. 

Your Jedi cunt.

  Slave cunt.  Not a Jedi.  Just a slave now.  Oh!  OH!  W-what are you doing?  Ohhhh.  Oh!  Stop!  Why did you do that?

Come back over here where I can reach you through the bars. 

  Why?  Why do you want me to?

Don't be such a coward. 

  I'm not a coward!  Quit calling me a coward. 

Quit being one.  Come back and stand where you were.  Hold on to the bars.  Better hold on tight.   

  What are you going to do?

Get over here.  Do as your told.

  You can't give me orders.  You're just another slave in the cell next to me.  You're the same as me. 

We're not the same.  Get over here and I'll prove it to you.  Stand like I told you.  Grabs those bars tight as you can and don't let go.  Move your feet.  Further apart.  Further!  Open up, damn you. 

  Oh!  Wait a moment.  Don''t just—you can't just—Ohh! 

You like that?  Feels good?

  Ohhoohh oh!  Wait!  Not so rough!  Wait!  Why am I letting you do this?  Why am I letting you do this to me?   

Because you need this.  You're so wet.  You're always so wet!  Listen to that.  Listen to all that. 

  Ohhoohh oohh oohh ohhooh!  W-why did you stop?  You can't just … stop now! 

You want me to finish you?

  Yes!  Finish it.  I was close—I was right there when you stopped!

Beg me.  Beg me if you want to finish.

  I  … won't.  No.  I don't want to.  I don't want to!

But you must.  If you want to finish, and I know that you do, you have to beg me.

  You're not a Master.  You are no better than me.  You have no authority over me. 

Yes I do.  And I am better than you, bitch.  You know it, too.  Now start begging!

  No.  I will finish myself, that's what I'll do.  I don't need you to—Ahhaahh!  Don't!  Don't pinch my nipples!  Let go of my nipples!

Stay where you are.  I told you not to let go of the bars.   

  That hurts!  Ohhoohh that hurts!  Please!  Please finish me.  Let go of my nipples and touch me like before.  Please, like before!   Let me finish.  Please.  Touch my cunt!  Please! 

There you go.  Keep it up.  Keep going.  It's good.

  Please … finish me.  I … I beg you to finish me.  You win.  I'm begging.  Please.  Please!  Ohhooh please! 

You mean it too, I can tell.  You never just pretend, when you beg, like all the rest of us.  You mean it. 

  I do.  I mean it.  I do.  I beg you.  I need to come.  Please, I need to come!  

Confess that you're a slut.  Tell me what a wanton Jedi slut you are.  I won't let you come 'til you say it.  Confess! 

  Don't make me.  Please don't make me. 

Go on.  You know you have to.  Go on and say it. 

  I'm … I'm …  oohhoohh I'm a wanton Jedi slut.

Say it again.  Say it louder, with conviction.

  I am … a wanton … Jedi … slut!   

Good.  That was good.  Now you can come.

  Ohh … Ohhh  …  Ohh!  HEY!

Wait a sec, just one more thing.  I want to hear you apologize.  Say you're sorry for letting us both be enslaved.

  I am … sorry.

Are you?  For what?

  For … for allowing us to be enslaved.  And for … not being able to … liberate us, with the Force.  Because I am too weak.  Too afraid.  And ...  And because I am a wanton Jedi slut and it excites me to be a slave.  And to be degraded.  It makes my Jedi slut cunt wet and hot and … and desperate.  It happened as soon as I surrendered, as soon as I handed over my saber.  When they … laughed at me. 

I know.  I remember.  I saw.  It was obvious from your face.  From your trembling.  From your moans.  

  I didn't know!  Ohhooh I didn't know it would make me feel that way, until … until they started ripping off my robes.  I didn't expect that.  I thought they would only manacle our hands.  They didn't need to strip us!  But they took everything!  Even our boots!  They wouldn't even let us keep our boots!  They made us march to Marwoh's palace barefoot the whole way!  It made me feel so helpless.  The ground was so cold and stony.  I'd never felt so completely helpless before.  And so embarrassed.  When they marched us past those jawas and they all stared at us and pointed.  I thought I would lose my mind! 

I remember.  You had come all over your face.  Because before they made us march, they made you suck their cocks.  Not me, they didn't make me do that,  just you.  They stripped me and they chained me, but they didn't do anything else.  They focused on you, because you were a Jedi.  And because you were so entirely submissive.     

  My Jedi cunt got so wet.  I got so aroused, when they put the chains on me.  When I was naked.  I couldn't believe it was happening.  I couldn't believe it made me feel like that.  It just … took me over.  I couldn't control it.  I got so hot all over.  I was so scared and so embarrassed but … I got so hot.  They kept slapping my bottom and pinching my nipples while they made me suck them.  It … it made me come.  For the first time.  I'd made love before, long before but … I'd never come, not like that. 

I remember.  I saw.  And I heard you.

  They never touched my … my cunt but … I came anyway, just from … from everything.  All of it.  All of it.  I really am a wanton, like you said.  It's the only rational explanation. 

There's nothing rational about it, or you, Jedi slut.  

  Oohh please please I still need to come so bad.  I'm sorry!  I'm sooo sorry for being like this!  I wish I could control it, but I can't.  It controls me!  Ohh please forgive me!  Please will you let me come? 

I won't forgive you.  I'll never forgive you.  But you can come.

  OHHuuhhghhnn!  Ohhhooohh. 

Wow, that was really something.

Huh.  Huh.  Huh.  Huh.

Are you crying now?  What are you crying for? 

  You know why.  You know why. 

Do you feel humiliated?  Do you feel guilty?  Do you feel like a pitiful disgrace?

  Shut up!  Just shut up.  You made your point.  Your point has been made.  Just … fucking shut up now.  Let me … rest.