RETURN OF THE NAKED SLAVE JEDI

  I did not go back there seeking revenge.  A Jedi doesn't do that.  I went back for justice.  Morwoh had to be stopped.  He was a source of too much suffering across too many systems.  Worse than the Empire, in some ways.  It couldn't be allowed to continue.         

Jabba the Hutt was said to keep a rancor in a pit under his throne room.  Morwoh the Hutt, not wanting to copy Jabba too closely, kept a different creature.  I don't know what it was called.  It had hundreds of tentacles, with tufts of stiff white hair on their ends.  As many as I cut, and it was many, I couldn't prevent the creature from seizing me.  It jolted me off the ground and dangled me upside down by my ankles.  Then I dropped my saber, like a fool. 

That was when my anger overcame me.  Anger at myself more than the monster.  I had known about the trapdoor in the throne room, just like Jabba had.  Even so I'd fallen into it like a padawan.  I was fighting three of his bodyguards and they had driven me backwards just a single step—that was all it took.  The floor gave out and down I'd gone, with a shriek.  And moments later the creature got me and I dropped my sword, and all my blood was rushing to my head at once, because I was inverted. 

Fury got the better of me. 

As I'd done once before, I converted the rage into forbidden Sith lightning.  The creature caught fire and screamed.  It sounded almost like a child and that brought me back to myself.  I made no more lightning. 

After dropping me, the creature doused itself by rolling into a pool of slime.  Then, to my astonishment, it immediately attacked again.  As much damage as I'd done, it still had plenty of tentacles left. 

I didn't fight, nor did I try to get away.  I wanted to let it end me.  I'd broken my vow for the third time and used the Dark Side.  My rage had turned to wretchedness. 

It picked me back up and spread me out, holding all four of my limbs this time.  I expected it to tear me apart.  But Morwoh's monster was trained for something else.  All it tore apart was my clothing. 

I was shocked, of course, yet still I didn't struggle.  I could have used the Force to retrieve my weapon, or perhaps to pull  myself out of the monster's clutches and shove it away.  I should have tried something like that before, instead of resorting to lightning.  I chose to do nothing except look up at the top of the pit at Morwoh's face, and from his expression I intuited an inkling of what the creature was about to do to me.  In that moment, after what I'd done, it felt fitting.  It was what I needed, what I deserved. 

I'd broken my vow, and I had failed in my purpose, and I wanted to be punished for it.  Both those things equally.  As part of the punishment, I wanted Morwoh and all his court to watch it happen.  It was going to be humiliating, very humiliating, and that was I wanted.  I needed to be humiliated.  It was an obligation.  I needed to atone. 

The creature peeled away my clothing, until I was entirely nude.  It went so far as to pull off the stockings from my feet, and the headband from my hair.  I curled my toes tight and bit my bottom lip.  I shut my eyes—but that just made everything scarier, not knowing what it would do to me next. 

My pulse raced and my stomach churned.  I felt my nipples tighten and rise.  I felt my sex kindle inside and swell and seep.  I tried to ignore it.  I tried to pretend I didn't know what that meant.      

Morwoh's court cackled and clapped.  Morwoh himself giggled and licked his lips.  Of course this was not the first time I had been undressed and displayed in front of Morwoh and his court.   It was not the first time they had mocked and shamed me.  A year ago, I had spent over a month in this palace, wearing nothing the entire time except golden slave chains.  I had danced in this state before Marwoh's court and I had done many other things.  I had been subjected to torment by various means.  I had provided a great deal of entertainment to these criminals.  Now it was about to happen again.  It was already happening.  I knew I there would be no reprieve, no escape.  For a moment, I thought it might be easier for me this time, since it was nothing new.  Instead it affected me worse than ever before—dreadful, overpowering sensations of exposure and helplessness and panic.  A trickle of drool spilled from the corner of the Hutt's mouth, and he was leaning far enough forward that the goo landed on my belly.  I felt it collect in my navel.  The liquid seemed scalding hot when it first hit my skin, then turned ice cold.  These feelings made my belly clench and squirm. 

Tentacle tips with flexible fibers began probing my armpits, my ribs, the soles of my feet, and then between my toes.  The fiber tips began to move in rapid circles. 

“Oh!” I heard someone exclaim, and it took me a few moments, believe it or not, to realize I was hearing my own voice.  “Oh!  Ohh no.  Oh. Ohh!  Oh.”

I sounded very worried.  Very young.   

For a long while, the creature did nothing more than that.  It simply held me aloft and tickled me. 

I'd thought I was prepared.  Part of me secretly had felt almost eager, as it began.  Until I began to feel the things it wanted me to feel.  My resolution faltered, my courage abandoned me.  I changed my mind about wanting to be punished. 

“Not like this!  Anything but this!”

I tried to free myself.  I tried with all my strength and it did no good.  I reached out for the Force—and it would not help me.  It would not answer my call.  I could it feel its presence all around me, but I could not do anything with it.  I'd forgotten how.  I wasn't in the right frame of mind.  I wasn't calm enough.  I couldn't concentrate—because I was suspended naked and tentacles were tickling me all over.

I never laughed.  I only cried out “Oh! Oh! Oh!” over and over, until gradually I got a great deal louder and it changed for a while to “No! No! No!”

After that there was only screaming.           

Eventually Morwoh picked up a handbell from behind his throne, and when he rang it, the creature stopped tickling me.  It didn't let me loose, though.  It didn't take away any of the tentacles; it only ceased to move them.  For a long while I was made to linger like that.  Still suspended and stretched taut, gasping and dripping sweat, I was made to wait. 

“No more,” I called, “Release me!  I … I beseech you!  I can bear no more of this!  It's too much!  Have mercy on me!”

“Already, you are begging?”  Morwoh shook his head in mock disappointment.  “Already you abandon your pride.  We've only begun.  You do little credit to the Jedi Order.”

“I … I can't stand anymore!  I am defeated.  You have defeated me.  I am in your power.  Again.  I am rendered helpless before you.  Please!  Let me out of here!  Bring me up.  I'll do anything!”

“Anything?”

“Whatever you want!  I will obey, I have no other option.  Put me back into chains.”

“Will you dance for us, as you did before.”

“Yes.  I will dance.”

“Will you masturbate before us?”

“If … if that is your wish, I must comply.”

“But I've seen you do those things many times before,” he said, and rang his bell again.  The creature went back to work.

I screamed and screamed and screamed.  He let it tickle me until I was forced to urinate.  Then I knew shame.  I thought I knew what shame was—I thought already I was as embarrassed as it was possible for a person to become.  But after the creature made me pee in front of all of them, I discovered entirely new depths of mortification. 

Then the tentacles raised me high enough for Morwoh's bodyguards to reach me.  The creature passed me into their hands and then submerged itself in its slime pool.  The top of the pit was sealed.  Meanwhile, the bodyguards stood me up between them—I was too worn down and dizzy to keep myself upright—and fitted golden chains upon me.  My wrists and my ankles were manacled and a collar locked around my neck, thick and tight and heavy.  They toyed with my breasts and slapped my bottom. 

“Ohh!  Ahhuuhhaahh!”

“How does it feel, returning to us?” one of them asked, curling his fingers into my sex.  I screeched and jolted upright on my tiptoes as he twiddled his fingers and sawed them in and out.  “Very exciting,” he remarked. 

“She's remarkably receptive,” said another. 

I blushed and wept and moaned.  I was forced to hop and wriggle.  He kept me riding his hand nearly long enough for me to come, but took his hand away just before I peaked.  Then he turned me around and shoved me toward Morwoh's throne. 

Nude and chained, I knelt before him, hanging my head so I wouldn't have to look at his gloating face.  But he ordered me to look him in the eye.  It took me a moment, a long moment, but I knew I had to obey and at last I did, shuddering.  My face burned so hot with the shame that the streaks of my tears should have turned to steam as they crossed my crimson cheeks.  

He nodded approvingly.  His face was surprisingly somber. 

“You must feel very foolish, for coming back here.”

“Yes.  I was very foolish.  I should have known this would happen.”

“Perhaps you did.  Perhaps that's what brought you back.”

“No!  I wanted to prove you couldn't dominate me any longer.  But … but you have.  I was foolish.  I am your slave again.”

“Somebody unfasten her hands.”  When that was done, he flung my lightsaber down on the floor in front of me.  “Pick it up,” he said. 

I did and ignited the blade, though I did not rise from my knees.  I could have slain him then.  I could have hurled the sword into his face. 

If he was worried I might do that, he did a fine job hiding it.  “You know what I want you to do now,” he said.

I nodded, but that was all I did.  The green blade hummed and pulsed in the air between us. 

“Are you going to do what I want or not?”

I shut off the saber and held it back out to him.  He shook his head.  “Please take it.  Please set me free.  I beg you.  If you let me go, I promise I will never come back.  You can keep my saber as a trophy.  You can keep my ship.  I'll walk out here of with nothing.  I will walk out naked.  I will … I will stay naked until I make it to the city.  Until I leave the planet.  To show everyone that you won and I lost.”

“How you would buy passage?  Would you whore yourself, Jedi slut?”

“No.  I will … I will beg.  I will kneel in the street and beg naked for someone to take pity on me.”

He snorted.  “No one on this planet would help you without my permission.”

“I know.  Would you give it?  Will you?  I … I beg you.  You have dominated me.  You will always be able to dominate me, I admit it.  You have nothing else to prove.  Please don't punish me anymore.  Your creature punished me enough.”

“I will not release you.  You are staying here, Jedi.  This is where you belong.  Now, use the saber.  Do it like you used to.”

I unscrewed the bottom of the handle and pulled out its crystal.  It was very warm in the palm of my hand and vibrated slightly. 

I leaned back and spread my knees as wide as I could on the floor, and then I pushed the crystal completely inside my sex, moaning as I did.  The crystal felt much hotter against the walls of my cunt than it had in my palm, and it moved like it was alive when I squeezed myself upon it.  I could feel its energy, its power.  It seemed to struggle, as if it needed to breathe, as if I was crushing it.  As if it was as afraid and disgusted as I myself was.  Because I was Jedi, because of my connection with the Force, there was an affinity between the power of the crystal and my spirit, my passion.  When I pressed inwards, when I pressed hard enough, the crystal would discharge a little of its energy.  It would zap me.  It zapped my cunt.

It was excruciating, and yet it was exquisite.          

Then I screwed the hollowed-out handle of my sword back together; it too much longer than it should have because my hands were shaking so much and my vision was blurred by my tears.  When I finally completed the task, I turned myself around and stuck my bare bottom toward Morwoh, lifting my heels too.  I planted my toes against the gritty tiles of the floor and bent them back as much as I could.  It was way of anchoring myself, to better maintain my position.  But also there was pleasure in the strain itself, in my feet and my legs.  Then I spread my buttocks—only using one hand, because the other held the saber handle. 

“Look at me, Jedi.  Remember to keep looking at me.”

I obeyed.  I looked back over my shoulder and kept my eyes locked with his as I pressed the handle of my lightsaber into my butthole.  I did not lubricate it first; there was no need.  More than enough lubrication had already leaked from my sex to the other hole—gathering there much as Morwoh's drool had gathered in my navel, in the pit.

I pressed it in as deep as I could fit.  I made myself wail.  But in truth there was little pain.  Much agony, but little pain.

Then I pumped my hand to sodomize myself.  I wasn't gentle.  I used my own lightsaber as a dildo on my ass.         

As I did this, the bodyguards stood around me jacking off.  One in front and one on either side.  They were all human.  Even worse, they were all handsome.  I loathed how handsome they were.  I never looked at them but I could hear them and of course feel their looming presences.  I could feel their excitement and hunger.  I could smell their sweat and I could smell the goo leaking from the tips of their cocks.   

“I can't believe I am doing this,” I said, keeping my eyes fixed on Morwoh's, “I can't believe I'm letting you make me do this.  I should never have come back here.  But you are vile!  So vile!    I wish I'd been able to destroy you.  Someone needs to wipe your obscenities from this galaxy.  I wanted it to be me.  I wanted to redeem myself.  But now I never will.  I wasn't … wasn't good enough.  Ohh oohh I failed.  I'm an absolute failure.  I am a disgrace to the legacy of the Jedi.  Look what I'm doing for you!  Ohh OHHH I'm going to COME!  I'm going to come while you watch!  Why is this happening to me?  You are making me debase myself and … and I'm going to come!  Morwoh!  Damn you!  OHH!  I'm coming!”

As the climax took hold, the bodyguards reached theirs in unison, spraying their semen all over me. 

After that I was made to dance.  My ankles were unfastened, to allow me complete freedom of movement.   They saw no risk in doing that.  They considered me tamed.  They took back the components of my lightsaber.  The crystal was locked away somewhere.  The handle was put on the wall as a trophy, next to the first one they'd taken from me, when I was first enslaved.  They'd hung my headband above them.   

I was not permitted to wash.

I believe I danced quite well.  I gave myself up to the frenzied pounding music.  It was a perfect match for my feelings, allowing me their fullest expression.  It is a powerful experience, to dance naked before one's enemies, with splotches of semen encrusted across your face and breasts.  Knowing yourself to be completely subjugated.  Especially when you have discovered that you take hateful satisfaction in the act.  Especially when you are a Jedi, or used to be.   

I did not stay in one spot.  I leapt and twirled around the entire throne room.  Often the moves I made were battle moves, as if I was swinging an invisible lightsaber, or a pair of them.   I pretended to massacre everyone in the room.  They saw what I was doing and and they delighted in my display.  They thought it was funny.  They thought it was hot.  It was both those things at once.  It was sad, as well.  Very sad. 

I danced myself to exhaustion and collapsed in a swoon.

    Morwoh awoke me with his snoring.  We were in his bedchamber.  I found myself sprawled face down across his slimy belly.  One hand cupped my bottom, to keep me in place.    A long chain was attached to my collar, but I saw the other end wasn't fastened to anything.  It just dangled loose off the side of the bed to the floor.  My hands and feet were still free.                            

It was said Princess Leia had strangled Jabba the Hutt with the leash he'd put on her.  I wondered if I could accomplish the same thing. 

I tried.  I tried as hard as I could.  I got the chain around his head before he woke up and pulled and pulled, with all my strength, all my loathing. 

My mistake was that I was still on top of him, straddling him.  Leia had got behind the Hutt.  Also she hadn't been completely naked.  Nor did she have my innate weaknesses.  

He was laughing at me even as he was choking.  He grabbed my arms where I held the chain, but he didn't try to pry them away from it.   Instead he wanted to keep me right where I was.

He got me from behind, with his tail. 

He didn't ram it into me.  What he did with it, with the tip, was so much worse.  Teasing me with it.  Tickling me.  Slapping my bare ass, then more tickling. 

He tickled my cunt and he tickled my butthole.  He made me squirm and clench and squeal.  He felt me moisten and then flood and overflow.

I gave in.  I let go of the chain.  He didn't let go of my wrists.  He made me cross them, held them against my belly.  He made me lean forward so he could put his tongue to my neck and to my breasts. 

The tail pushed into my ass and he began to fuck me.  He took his time, savoring me.  I moaned and I wept.  It didn't take him long to bring me to the edge.

“You monster!” I wailed, “I'm coming!”

But I didn't—he pulled out his tail at the last moment and left me dangling. 

“No!  Noohhoohh!  Finish it, please!  Please just finish it!”

“Not yet, Jedi.”

Then the tip of the tail found the bottoms of my feet for more insidious tickling.

“Not this!  Not more of this!  I can't stand it!  Please I can't stand it!  I can't!”

“You misbehaved.”

“I did.  I admit that I did.  I am sorry.  I won't do it again, I promise.  Fuck me, Master.  Please fuck me!”

He shook his head and resumed the tickling.  It went on and on until, like the last time, I was forced to urinate.  Then it went on some more. 

I came from it, eventually.  I came several times.  They were very different orgasms than I had experienced before—but they were orgasms, nonetheless. 

    At sunrise, I was interrogated.  Somehow Morwoh knew I had made contact with the rebellion, after my escape from him before.  Perhaps he simply assumed it.  Whatever secrets I revealed, he would sell to the empire.

Luckily for the rebellion, there was little I could tell.  I had only worked with a couple of fringe cells.  They'd turned out to be extremists, as brutal as the Imperials, and I had soon cut myself off from them. 

I didn't hold back what I knew.  I gave up all the names I remembered and other details.  I told where their bases were, how many ships and weapons they had.  I'm sure those cells were destroyed, because of me. 

My questioners tortured me, regardless.  Mostly for sport.  They chained me upright between two pillars, my arms stretched straight out sideways.  They didn't secure my feet.  They liked watching me jump and kick, when they whipped me or jabbed me with shocksticks.

In its way, it was another form of dancing.  Another way they made me dance for them.  

I didn't try to be stoic.  At least not for long.  I wept and screamed.  I begged, knowing it would do no good, but obviously they wanted to hear me do it anyway.  I pissed on the floor, several times.  They always especially enjoyed making me pee. 

“Let's go over all the details again.  Make sure we haven't missed anything important.”

“I've told you everything!  I swear I have!  I promise you!  Ahhaahhugghh!  Why won't you believe me?”

“You're too eager to cooperate, Jedi.  That's why.”

“But … but I have to!  I can't withstand the torture!  I'm naked!  You keep zapping me!  Ahhhuuhhhhaarrhh!”

“You're a pitiful excuse for a Jedi.”

“I know I am.  I know.  Please don't zap me again.  Oh please don't!  Guuhhaahuuggh!  I'll do anything!  I'll suck your cock!  Do you want me to suck your cock?  Please just … let me suck your cock.”

“First take us through the names again.  From the beginning.”

Eventually the questioners did allow me to suck them off.   They didn't fuck me.  They left me standing there alone between the pillars with the come dripping from my face down my breasts and stomach.  I stood there feeling miserable and horny.  I peed again, mostly just for something to do—something mildly pleasurable to feel for a few moments.

As I was peeing, a woman walked in.  Clomped, actually.  She wore a tight vest and red trousers and high boots with very thick soles.  I envied those boots.  Your toes are safe in boots like that.  Evil villains can't tickle them or zap them.  And if you have to stand in a puddle of your own pee, you wouldn't feel it. 

I didn't recognize her right away.  Her hair was different.  No, that's a lie.  I did recognize her—I just didn't want to.

“I knew you would return,” she said.

“You are … you are dressed,” I said.  I couldn't think of anything else.

“Morwoh finally decided I was more useful to his organization in a higher capacity.”

“You aren't a slave anymore.”

“No.  I was never as good at it as you are.”

“I … I am sorry I didn't take you with me, when I escaped.  I  should have tried to take you with me.”

“You didn't escape.”  She was going to take that from me.  Even that was going to be taken.  “Don't pretend you won your freedom.  Don't pretend you redeemed yourself.”

“I did!  I did!”

“No.  You were let loose by a shipwreck when Morwoh sold you and sent you off.   If any Inquisitors had survived the crash, you wouldn't have got away.  You wouldn't have tried.”

“You … are probably right.  I would not have dared.  But afterwards, I joined the rebellion.  I tried to do good.”

“I overheard the men in the corridor—you told them all your secrets.  You let them squeeze you dry.  They're confident they got everything worthwhile out of you.  Wasn't a great deal, but there are a few nice things we'll be able to use.  That's the good you've done, for the rebellion.”

“They made me, I couldn't help it.  It's not my fault.  They tortured me!  I had to give them what they wanted!”

“I know, I know.”

“I … I shouldn't have come back here.  I told them everything.  All my secrets.  I have betrayed the rebellion.  And then … then I sucked their cocks.”

“Yes, I noticed.”

“Why did I come back to this place?  Why was I so stupid?”

“This is where you belong, Jedi slut.”

“You're right.  This is where I belong.  This is all I'm good for—being a plaything.  Do you want to play with me?  Would you … would you please touch me?  Like you did before.  In the cages.  Please?”

“Touch you where?”

“My cunt.  My slut Jedi cunt.  Please make me come, I beg you.  I beg you.”

“Like this? Is that what you want?  Is that what you like?”

“Ohh!  Ohhh yes!  Yes, it's good!  So good but … please go faster.  Please!  Ohhoohh.  You are my Master now.  The last time you did this to me, we were both naked, both chained, both slaves.  But this time only I am the slave.  You have your dignity back.”

“I never lost it.  Never let them take it from me.”

“Mine is gone.  It had been restored I thought but now I have lost it again.  Lost it all.  Now I am being mastered by an Imperial Intelligence Officer.  An Imperial Intelligence Officer is going to make me come.  Because I begged for it!  Ohh!  Ohhooh!  Harder!  Harder!  Please do it harder!  Punish me!  Punish my cunt!  Punish me for being such a pitiful slut!”

“I work for Morwoh now, not the Empire.  But I'm still a spy.  You can still think of me as an Intelligence Officer, if that's what gets you off.  And Morwoh has made a little Empire of his own, his empire of crime.  In a way I'm still an Imperial.  I'm sure it's just as shameful for a Jedi, either way.  Isn't it?”

“Yes! Yes!  Shameful!  I'm so ashamed!  Ohhoohh!  Ohhoohh!  Ahhaahuugh!”

“Keeg going!  Keep going!  Come again!  I want this Jedi cunt to squirt for me!  Squirt, damn you!”

“Harrhh!  Huughhn!  Huuhhgghhaaarrhh!”

“One more time!”

“Mercy!   Mercy!  I can't anymore!  I can't!  Mercy!”

She wouldn't relent. 

“Please!  Please!  PLEASE!  AHHAAHHUUGGH!”

When she finally stopped, she had a wild look in her eyes, wilder than I'd ever seen.  She shrugged off the vest and the bra beneath it.  She grabbed my hair and made me bend to her breasts and suckle them. 

Later she unbuckled her pants and pushed them down to her knees.  She didn't take off her underwear, though.  She held my left foot against her crotch, grinding her clit against my heel.  She made herself come like that, fucking my foot. 

“Slut!  Jedi slut!  Haahhuughh!”

But then my questioners returned.  “What are you doing in here?  Get away from her!  You're not permitted in here.”

“I can go where I like.  Take your hands off me!  I am no slave!  Release me at once!”

They didn't.  They chained her between two other pillars, facing me.  They pulled off her boots and her pants and her underwear.  She was furious.  She spat and kicked.  They laughed and picked up their whips and shocksticks. 

“You can't do this me!  I'm not a slave!”

“You shouldn't have come in here then.”

“Ahhahhaahh!  Ahhaahhuugghh!  Stop!  Damn you!  Stop!  Ahhaahhuughh!”

Soon they had her dancing as I had danced, jumping and kicking, hair and breasts bouncing. 

“Mercy!  Damn you!  Mercy, please!  Aaahhuuggh!  I … I beg you.  Mercy!”

It was quite something to see.  It was quite a nice moment for me.  Except then, inevitably: 

“What are you smiling for, Jedi slut?  Did you think we've forgotten about you?”

“Ohhoohh!  Ahhaahhugghh!  Please!  I'm sorry!  Please!”

From there on, keeping our eyes locked across the room, we danced together.  It went on and on, and it was bad.

“Aahhuuggh!” “Mercy!” “Please have pity!” “Ohhaahuggh!”

It was glorious too.  When they finally fucked us, taking us in turns from behind, I don't think she faked it when she came, not like she used to.  Same as when she begged, she sounded different than I remembered.  

I think that time—still never taking our eyes off each other's degradation—we came together.