ATTACK OF THE JEDI SLAVES

[This will probably conclude the set]

Meigin had Force potential.  I had sensed it in her when we first met.  Back then when I'd asked her about it, she had brushed me off.  “There's no way,” she kept saying.  I couldn't change her mind.  The possibility only frightened her.  I dared not push.  Meigin simply wasn't ready.  Many go their whole lives, blind to the gifts the Force wants to give them.   

Vile Morwoh the Hutt unwittingly succeeded where I could not.  In captivity, in sorrow, Meigin finally reached out to the Force … because our evil master left her nothing else to turn to.  With shackled hands, pushed to the utmost depths of humiliation, the only way she could push back against his cruelty was with her mind, her spirit, through the aid of the Force.   

All her life, the Force must have been waiting for that critical moment.   Waiting for her to finally open her soul and reach out to it.  As soon as she did, it rushed to her need.  The power she displayed was astonishing, for someone with no training. 

I contributed to that critical moment, the moment of Meigin's breakthrough.  Some good came out of what I did to her.  Some good came out of my depravity.  Not that this absolves my behavior.  I know it doesn't.  I know nothing ever can.  I will never forgive myself for what I did to her—a woman who was only there in that place because she tried to rescue me.  Even if I did help her reach her full potential, with the thing I did … it was still a dreadful thing to do to someone.         

I only did it because Morwoh the Hutt, my master, our master, had commanded it.  I do not pretend I didn't take pleasure in the act, foul though it was.  But I swear I would never have done such a thing of my own accord, or even thought of it. 

Morwoh had given me back my lightsabers, both of them—both that I had lost to him, the two separate occasions I fell into slavery.   And he'd put their power crystals back into them! 

He'd ordered me to insert the first in my ass, and the second in my cunt.  The one in my ass, I was told to push in as far as I could.  The one in my cunt, I was told to only push in a little way, so the rest of the cylinder still stuck out of me, as if I had a metal cock.  The one in my ass had the emitter inserted—the end the blade came from, when the weapon was ignited.  The one in my cunt had the emitter outside. 

That end, the forward end, I was told to put into Meijin—into her ass.  I was ordered to fuck her with it, on the floor in the middle of Morwoh's throne room, surrounded by his entire court. 

And I obeyed.  When I was handed the two sabers, I did think for a few moments about switching them on and attacking our captors, but I didn't do it.  I didn't dare.  I was too afraid of messing up.  I had messed up too many times already.  And also—this is much darker, and much more shameful to admit—I wanted to do what he'd told me to do.  I wanted to feel what it would be like.   

She faced me, when I fucked her.  The whole time we looked into each other's eyes.  Her hands were shackled underneath her, across the small of her back.  My hands were not restrained.  I held up both her legs on either side of me, by her ankles.  A thin golden chain connected our collars.  

Occasionally, I let go of one of her feet for a few moments, to reach down to her cunt, to her clit.  Tried to comfort her that way.  Tried to help her.  She did not appreciate those attempts.  She'd say: “Don't!  Please don't!”  She preferred me to just fuck her ass and leave her cunt alone.  She didn't want me to make it any better for her. 

She didn't want to be made to come. 

Despite her protests, I kept trying.  I wouldn't make her come until she wanted to—I thought if I kept touching her there, eventually she'd give in.  She would stop telling me to stop.  She would stop wanting me to stop. 

Other times, when I wasn't touching her cunt or her clit, when I kept my hands on her ankles, I would move one or the other of her feet to my mouth to nibble on her toes, or suck on them.  Or the arches of her feet.  Meigin had very nice feet, very well shaped, very small, very sensitive.  She screamed whenever I did that to her.  She didn't scream when I touched her cunt, and she didn't scream when I pounded her ass, no matter how hard I thrust myself into her.  But tickling her toes always made her scream for me.  And hearing her scream like that, and seeing the agony and the pleading in her eyes as she did—it thrilled me.  It brought me great delight.  A great giddy feeling of power.   

All the while, though, I had to take care.  I had to measure my pace, and I could never allow myself to press too close.  I had to make sure I didn't accidentally activate either of the lightsabers.  If either of them ignited—but I can say no more.  It would have been unthinkable.

It was impossible for me to come, as much as I wanted to, and as good as it felt to fuck Meigin.  I was too scared of killing her or killing myself or killing both of us.  I fucked her hard, but not nearly as hard as I needed, not nearly hard enough or fast enough or deep enough for me to finish.  I could not abandon myself to the pleasure. 

It was a fiendishly inventive torture.  The worst torment Morwoh had devised for us, thus far.  Morwoh would not allow me to stop until I got Meigin to come and came myself.  And I never would have been able to.  Meigin might have given in and climaxed eventually—I know I never would have managed it.  The torment would only have concluded with me passing out in exhaustion, or with our deaths if my pacing or balance wavered—a much more likely outcome.   

The Hutt was an inventive monster.  I'm sure given time he would have come up with a way to top this.  I can't help wondering what it would have been.

While he watched us fuck, Suzir sat in the front of him on the edge of the throne.  She leaned back against his bulk, with her feet sticking up, supporting them with her hands under her knees.  He was toying with her cunt, with the tip of his tail, making her shiver and pant and squirm.  She didn't watch us on the floor.  She was the only one in the throne room not watching us.  She kept her eyes tight shut and kept shaking her head, muttering to herself, cursing.  Still trying to be tough.  Still trying to deny her feelings.           

At one point, Morwoh got her to squirt.  It sprayed far enough I felt it spatter across my back, shockingly hot.  I shrieked and shuddered like I'd been whipped.  It had felt like that, almost.

I saw so much blame in Meigin's eyes, looking up at me.  They accused me.  They judged me.  But I'd had no choice, when Morwoh commanded me to do what I was doing.  He was our Master and he was merciless and I had no other choice but to obey him.  If I had refused, he would have had me whipped or flung to the tentacles of the Agonizer.  He would have punished me until I could withstand no more, and finally done what he'd commanded to begin with.  Refusal and resistance were useless.  They only made us suffer more.  Surely Meigin knew that by now.  She had no right to accuse with and judge me, with her eyes.  It was unfair.  It was mean-spirited.

It made me more and more determined to see her come.  To see her break as I had broken, and Suzir.  To see her break completely.  I had begun to want that to happen as much as Morwoh, or perhaps much more.  The longer she still held out, the more satisfying for me it would be, when I won.  But I mean, of course, when Morwoh won.                  

I was only acting as his instrument.  It was not my fault, and it was not my responsibility.  I was a slave.  I had to obey.     

“I can't put up with any more of this,” Meigin suddenly announced, and it was surprising the way she sounded.  It didn't come out like you would expect.  There was no distress in it, no emotion.   She didn't moan or whine, though she'd been moaning and whining plenty before.  Instead her voice had turned very matter-of-fact.  She'd come to a decision. 

She took a breath and shut her eyes.  Her face turned very calm.  She didn't seem to feel anything I did to her anymore.  Even when I pinched and twisted her clit, her expression didn't change, her eyes stayed closed.   

Then the lightsaber in my ass slid out.  As if someone had taken hold of it and pulled—but there was no one standing there.  No one was close enough to us in the middle of the room to reach it.  Yet it pulled out of me and then floated up above us.  It hovered in the air over the two of us and ignited, the blade pointing straight up at the domed ceiling.   It cackled and hummed, fierce and beautiful and sacred.

“Take it,” Meigin told me.  “Take it and stand up.”

I did.  As I did, as soon as I'd pulled the other lightsaber handle out of her body, Meigin reached around and grabbed it and pulled the rest of it out of me.  Somehow she'd unlocked her manacles—the Force had done it, of course, just as it had made the other saber remove itself from my butt and float and activate itself.

Or rather, Meigin herself did those things, with the Force.  She stood beside me with my second saber, flipping it around and igniting it.  And there we stood before Morwoh and his court, still naked and sweaty, our hair in disarray, our eyes wild, but both of us on our feet and no longer restrained, with the two lightsabers blazing boldly in our hands, pink and green. 

Meigin looked determined, even fearsome.  I'm sure I myself simply looked confused.  I had only stood and grabbed the weapon because of the authority in Meigin's tone.   I obeyed out of reflex.  If she hadn't told me to do it in the tone she used, I think I would only have stared at the saber in the air with my mouth hanging open.  I'm afraid honestly it would never have occurred to me to grab it until I was told to.  I would have stayed there on my hands and knees, waiting for an order.  Yes, my will was that far gone.

“W-w-what do we do now?” I asked. 

Morwoh and all his people were frozen, gaping at us.  Too startled by this unexpected turn of events to react yet with anger or with fear.  Suzir, having finally opened her eyes, started snickering. 

“Fight!” Meigin said, “Fight!”  Then she ran directly at the Hutt, waving the saber over her head and screeching a battle cry.  Bodyguards charged in from both sides to try blocking her.  They couldn't get at her fast enough.  None of them bothered with me, since despite what Meigin said I stayed put, my legs wobbling, and my saber wobbling too in my hands. 

I watched her slash at Morwoh.  It was a clumsy swing, mistimed—she cut him across his face, but only a little.  He grunted and walloped her with his tail, a blow that knocked her halfway across the room. 

Meigin was no quitter.  Hard as he smacked her, far as she flew, she scrambled right back to her feet and charged again, screeching the same as the last time.  The bodyguards collected themselves in a line to block her path and opened fire with their blasters.  She fended off their shots with the saber.  “Help me!” she called, “Move!”

Took me another moment to realize she was shouting at me.  Finally I moved.  I ran at the bodyguards.  A couple turned to meet me; most kept their attention on Meigin. 

I blocked stunbolts fired at me, same as Meigin had.  Then I lunged in and cut down my opponents, twirling.  It was very easy to do, so long as I didn't think about it.  My saber seemed to do it by itself.   For a moment, I felt my confidence start flooding back.  Buried beneath my slave training was my Jedi training.  Those skills had not been erased, only suppressed. 

But then, from behind me, a whip coiled around my ankle, and pulled my foot out from under me.   It was one of my interrogation team.  He laughed in triumph as he made me fall on my face and then used the whip itself, still lashed tight around my ankle, to drag me backward to him across the floor.  I'd lost hold of the lightsaber—I stretched out my hand for it, but already it was out of reach, I'd been dragged too far away from it.  I tried to summon it with the Force—I was still too closed off.  Not completely, not any longer, for I saw the handle tremble and spin around.  But it did not fly to my hand.

If the Force had been fully with me, I would have sensed the whip before it tripped me.  I would have turned and slashed it before it reached my leg.  Realizing that, in a flash, only further demoralized me.  I started to cry. 

The man with the whip crouched and grabbed my hair and jerked me up off the floor, though only as far my knees.  I grabbed his wrist with both my hands and tried to make him let go of my hair, but he wouldn't.  And he put his other hand on my cunt and squeezed it and slipped two fingers into my sex, pressing upward right on its most sensitive spot. 

And I came.  Instantly, I was forced to come.  And it took all the fight out of me and I went limp. 

He took his fingers out of me, but only so he could spank my ass a few times. 

“Ohh!” I wailed, “Please!  I'm sorry!  Mercy!  Ohh!”

Then he put his fingers back inside my cunt.

“Ohhoohh!  Oh noohhoohh!  Aahhuuggh!”

Across the room, as the man diddled me rapidly toward another climax, I watched Meigin fight the bodyguards, and other creatures, other members of Morwoh's court that tried to grab her.  She killed several, until someone got her in the back with a shockstick, and she went down, and her arms were grabbed, and her hair, and she screamed.

“No!  No!  Noohhoohh!”

I came again, as I watched her defeated.  I came again from watching her defeated.  Pleasure and shame wracked through my body like electrocution, and I would have fallen on my face in a swoon were it not for the vicious bastard holding my hair and my cunt and laughing at me.  But I was wrong—Meigin wasn't completely beaten, not yet.  I only saw what I wanted to see.  I only saw what got me off.   

She used the Force to make her lightsaber fly at Morwoh, like a missile.  He ducked and she missed, though just barely, creasing the top of his head.  The saber embedded itself in the wall behind him.  Then immediately it began trying to wriggle itself lose, for another try. 

“She's too dangerous,” Morwoh said, “Kill that rebel bitch!  Now!  Cut off her head!”

I saw a blade rise to carry out the order.  I couldn't allow it to fall.  I couldn't bear seeing that.  It killed my arousal, on the spot.  I'd wanted to see Meigin give in, as I had.  I wanted her to share my corruption.  I resented her, furiously, but I didn't want her to die.  She was precious to me.  She will always be precious to me.  She tried so hard to save me.  She is strong and pure, brilliant and glorious.  She is everything I'm not.  I sodomized her with my own lightsaber, and I couldn't break her spirit. 

I used Sith lightning.  Yes, once more, I broke my vow—I called on the Dark Side, and the Dark Side answered.  It didn't  make me wait.  It was eager to serve me.  I felt its joy as it moved into and through me.  All I had to do was point where I wanted it to go, and the lightning leapt from my fingertips. 

I killed everyone in the throne room, except Meigin and Suzir. 

I zapped Morwoh until his body boiled, blackened and exploded.  Made quite a mess.  Suzir was covered with him.  She used somebody's cloak to clean herself as much as she could, while I said farewell to Meigin. 

I picked up my saber off the floor as I approached her, and I handed it to her. 

“You should kill me with this.  I have fallen too far.  Darkness possesses me.  I am an agent of evil.”

She shook her head.  She just stared at me and I stared at her. Red lightning still played around my hands and my forearms a little.  I kept them down at my sides. 

Suzir came over, with a purple leather jacket on, though she hadn't bothered to fasten the front.  She'd taken the other saber from the wall.  It was still activated.  She held it awkwardly, pointed to the side. 

“Do you want this back?” she asked.

“You keep it,” I told her, “You need to keep it.”  I turned around and held my wrists out to her, bending slightly.  “You need to fasten my manacles back together.”

“Why don't you zap me?” said Suzir, “Why haven't you zapped me yet?”

“Fasten my hands, before I do.  I won't be able to aim the lightning properly, once my hands are chained.”

She quickly clipped my bracelets back together, trapping my wrists behind my back.  I turned myself around again to face them.  Suzir and Meigin shared a puzzled look, then looked at me as if I was crazy. 

“You could still kill me easy with your red lightning,” Suzir said, “Whenever you want, you can use the Force to open those cuffs.  Maybe they'll buy me two seconds.”

“You're right.  You'll have to treat me very harshly.  It's the best way to disrupt my connection to the Force.  But I'm … I'm easily disrupted.  You know that.  I become too emotional.  It's probably why I'm so prone to the Dark Side.  But my strongest emotions are guilt and shame.  And … and lust.  Those feelings, usually, are far stronger than my anger and my hate.  I can't control them.  Which means you can use them to control me, the same as Marwoh did.  Already, I feel my power wavering.  Just because … I'm chained again and you're not.  You have that jacket and that lightsaber.  You have your freedom, your dignity.  I don't.”

“You can have it back if you come with me,” Meigin said.  “Come back to the rebellion, with me.”

“I can't go with you.  I can't be trusted.  I'm too weak and too corrupt.  It's been proven, over and over.  If you don't want to kill me—which is what I deserve, for everything I did to you, and all the lives I put in danger when I gave up rebel secrets—then I need to go with Suzir.”

“You don't need to.  You just want to.  It's not because of the Dark Side—that's bantha shit!  It's sex.  You just want to go with her for … more sex.”

“I just told you, I'm corrupt and weak.  Just go.  Please don't look at me like that anymore.  I can't bear it.  Just take one of Morwoh's ships and leave.”

And Meigin did.

“First, I need to clean up,” said Suzir.  “I gotta get this Hutt stink of me.”

She took me back down to my cage and locked me in.  “Wait here,” she told me. 

I sat in the corner and waited.  She'd left my hands shackled; Morwoh's people usually hadn't done that.  Hadn't seen any need, once I was in the cage.  Suzir still felt she had to be extra-cautious with me.  Which was wise.

She was gone for longer than I expected.  I started to get worried something happened to her or that she had abandoned me.  I started to get scared.  I'm sure Suzir did that deliberately. 

She'd found a shower and a fresh set of clothes and some more weapons.  When she finally came back and let me out of the cage, I thought we'd go pick out a ship and leave right away.  She'd already picked one out and powered it up.  We didn't go to it for another hour.  Instead she took me into the interrogation room and put me back between the pillars. 

“This isn't necessary,” I said, “I've already lost my powers.  Just sitting there stewing in the cage by myself for so long was enough to do it.  Thinking too much, second-guessing everything I did and said to you.  I can't make lightning anymore.  I can't unlock these chains.  I promise you.”

“Well, that's good to know.  But let's just make sure.  After all, the more I humiliate you now, the longer I'll be able to keep you safe and tame.  Isn't that right?  Answer me.”

I nodded, blushing. 

“Just think,” she said, “how powerful you were, only a few hours ago.  Nothing could stop you.  Nothing!  You massacred all those monsters with a flick of your fingers.  But now it's all gone again.  You threw all that power away and you're still a slave!  What a fool you are.  You could have flown off with Meigin and redeemed yourself.  Why couldn't you have used that red lightning against the Empire!  Instead … I'm about to whip your ass.   I'm going to make you dance again, the way you danced for the interrogators.  The dance of the lash.  They're all dead—you fried them all—but you still have to dance the dance of the lash, for me.  Think about how messed up and embarrassing that is.  Don't you wish you'd gone with Meigin?”

“You can't fight evil with evil.  Evil must be punished.”

“You're gonna get punished, all right.  I'm not playing around, either.  I'm gonna make sure you regret letting me do this to you.  I'm gonna whip your naked ass 'til you want to zap me like you zapped Marwoh.  But you won't be able to anymore!  You'll be too fucked up to focus!  Helpless again.  Absolutely powerless and pathetic.”

I already was.  I could feel it and she hadn't even started.

  Suzir didn't take me to the Inquisitors.  She took us to a far flung Imperial outpost.  The commander of the base was her stepfather.  He was also a drunk.  Didn't take long for Suzir to take charge.  Officially he remained in command but never came out of his room. 

She gives me to the stormtroopers, at the end of every week.  We use their gymnasium.  They always wear their helmets and nothing else.  They give me a phony lightsaber—the blade can't cut anything, though it delivers a fairly severe shock to unprotected flesh.  Once I disabled ninety percent of them before they wrestled the weapon away from me.  For the most part, I only take down about half.  Then the other half make me pay for it.  At length.  The paying part always goes on much longer than the mock-battles.   

Several of the soldiers still haven't got to enjoy me.  Perhaps they never shall.  I always clobber them, week after week—they're just not good enough to get close.  Even never seeing their faces, and I never do, I've learned to tell all the troopers apart from their bodies, their torsos, their cocks.  A few of them have earned my respect.  A few of them are formidable men.  Men of prowess.                                      

The rest of the week, I do menial chores around the base.  A lot of scrubbing floors on my hands and knees, or washing windows.  Stuff droids generally do, a million times more efficiently.  Suzir takes great joy in making me do these things.    The droids on the base all hate me.  They steal my bucket and sponge, and hide them, and give me zaps when no one is looking. When I got fed up and smashed one, Suzir let the others drag me down into their maintenance facility and punish me.  They used motorized cleaning brushes on my armpits and my feet, my nipples and my cunt.  It was a long and very effective punishment.  When they were done humbling me, I was very humble indeed, especially after I had to scrub my pee and cunt-juice off the workbench where they'd held me down, and off the floor and the walls. 

I learned my lesson.  Now I stay meek around them, no matter how much they hassle me.  Most of them are small boxy things.  There is one big fellow, though, who pushes around supply carts, and if he can catch me alone in a corridor, he'll make me go with him into a storeroom, and suck on a pipe between his legs.  It's all a show.  He attaches the pipe himself and it serves no purpose—he can't actually feel my mouth on it.  The only pleasure he gets is from making me do it, making a fool of me.  Making a human service a droid, for a change. 

Suzir must know this happens, and probably lots of others in the base.  There's nowhere you can go inside the base without security cameras recording you.  Nothing is done about it.  I'm sure Suzir finds it funny, or maybe even hot.  Maybe she fingers herself while she watches me fellate that horrible droid, same as she does when she watches the stormtroopers take me.  I know for a fact she does that—she's done it in front of me.  Made me watch the recording with her.  She wouldn't touch me or let me touch myself.  Kept my hands chained. 

When she doesn't have me cleaning, she makes me exercise.  She likes to watch me run on a treadmill, naked, like Morwoh did.  She likes to whip me while I do it. 

Unlike Marwoh's palace, I'm not made to stay naked all the time.  I've been given a sort of uniform.  It is white and skintight, zips down the front.  Covers me completely from my throat to my wrists and ankles.  It is so tight and so thin, my nipples are always visible sticking out through it, as is the mound of my sex.   The white cloth wedges itself into the crack of my bottom and the crease of my vagina.  It always stains dark under the arms, and at the crotch.  Suzir has to give me a new one every week.  They always get torn up too much by the stormtroopers or by droids.   

I never wear shoes or socks.  My skinny feet are always very cold and sore and vulnerable—the metal floors of the base are harsh on them.  My hair has been shaved to a stubble.  Not the hair of my sex, however—that grows very thick and dark.  The stormtroopers prefer it like that, or at least Suzir does.  Morwoh had liked my crotch completely bare. 

A few stormtroopers like to rub their cocks against my feet or between my toes, and they like to spray their seed on them.  They seem to enjoy fucking my feet more than the other places.  Often they'll do this while other troopers are fucking me the regular ways.  It's happened often enough that when a group is sharing me between them, filling my cunt and my ass and my mouth and both my hands, it feels strange if no cocks are using my feet.  It seems incomplete and off-balance.  I won't come quite as strong.  If I see one of the foot-soldiers (haha) watching me but not participating, sometimes I'll stretch my foot towards him and wiggle my toes to beckon him, to tempt him. 

Several times I have been driven to climax by having my feet tickled, together with other parts of my body.  Stormtroopers have never done that to me, thankfully, not so far, only droids in this place, when they punished me, and before, the Agonizer, and Marwoh himself.  I don't like coming in that way.  Not at all.  It is not a pleasant form of pleasure.  I think it is as close to insanity as a human being can get, without losing one's mind for good.  I fear if that is done to me too many times, a time will come when the madness doesn't end.                           

A red rebel symbol has been tattooed on my back, just above the crack of my ass.  The stormtroopers enjoy spitting on it or shooting their come on it.  It is visible through my uniform.

How long will I stay in this place?  How long will I let myself be abused and exploited in this way?  Every other week or so, at some point, I start to get ornery.  I start making dark plans.  I feel the red lightning begin to stir in my hands and in my heart. 

So far, Suzir has always known, somehow.  My face must give it away.  Something changes in my eyes or the line of my mouth or the angle I hold my head.  She has taken care of it.  Once the stormtroopers got an extra, unscheduled session with me, outside in the rain on the roof of the base, instead of in the gym.  Another time, the big droid made me ride his pipe instead of sucking on it.  Whatever she arranges, I am put through my paces enough to settle me back down and remind me who's boss.             

I think a great deal about Meigin.  As I polish a window, or bounce myself on the cocks of stormtroopers, I wonder what she is doing on the other side of the galaxy.  I wonder if she still uses the lightsaber.  I wonder if she still uses the Force.  And obviously I wonder if she wonders about me.  What does she imagine became of me?  Most likely, she believes me dead.  She will assume I was given to the Inquisitors as Suzir originally planned, and they will have executed me.  What would she think—what would be her expression—if she saw what really happened? What I was really doing? 

Most of the time, when I come, whether it's a stormtrooper making me, or a droid, or Suzir, her face flashes across my mind.  Her accusing eyes.