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Strike Me Down	By : DTheSwitch Category: +G through L > Knights of the Old Republic Views: 10492 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Strike Me Down
- 1
My lightsaber hissed in the darkness. We were on board the Dark Lord’s flagship. This ended now. The Apprentice betrayed the Master, as they always did, and he was in our hands now. I advanced, my resolve steely like my will, and Darth Revan offered his resistance. He fought with the ferocity of a cornered kath hound, the Force swirled around him like a torrent, one that threatened to suck me in.
The ceremonial mask betrayed no expression. As cold and calculating as his military strategy during the Mandalorian Wars, Darth Revan looked upon me inscrutable. But, I could feel something, something reaching out to me within the Force, from the dying shadow of a Sith Lord.
“Malak is attacking!” I hear one of the Masters shout. The Jedi do not kill their prisoners, not when there are other alternatives.
**********
I could feel him, throbbing in the Force like a pulsing beacon of light. Even here, in the depths of the abyss, he shone against the Dark Side, a brilliant light amongst the shadows. Our bond could not be shattered, not by a lightsaber, not by Malak. Not by anything…
**********
Force Lightning passes through me, the raw power of the Dark Side, strapped to a rock in the Rakatan Temple. The pain is unbearable. I scream, and Lord Malak can only laugh.
He taunts me, his voice cold yet brimming with malicious energy, “The mighty Bastila Shan. What good is your Battle Meditation now? Your power? Your promise? You are nothing against the power of the Dark Side.”
“I will never surrender,” I stammer as the lightning ripples through my body.
He stops, for a moment. I test my bounds for what feels like the millionth time in a lifetime of torture, and I can feel weakness in them. I call on the Force, and I feel the bands snapping, and I leap forward towards him. No lightsaber, nothing except myself against the full might of the massive Darth Malak.
Even though his lower mouth is covered by the cybernetic prosthetic, I can see it in his eyes. He is amused. I am no threat to him. He holds my wrists in his hands. I struggle, powerless.
“I am the Master, and you shall be my new Apprentice.”
I wriggle in his grasp, which feels like ten wookiees rolled into one. The power…
“Your will is mine to control.” He twists my wrists, I feel the stinging pain, not enough for the bones to break, but enough to make me wince. He chuckles with that mechanical coldness.
Through the pain, through the anger, through the hatred I felt for this man, I felt a throbbing power, an energy all its own. Why had my nipples gotten so hard? My inner legs wet and throbbing? I was helpless, short of breath, quivering.
“Y-y-yes, Master.”
Had he a mouth he would have smiled maniacally.
“You are so proud, but you must realize, that now you are the Apprentice.”
“Yes, Master. I am your Apprentice.” My will ebbed, but I seemed to want to let go.
I crumpled to my knees, he offered no resistance. He brushes his hand through my hair, and slowly undid his battle armor. His member, semi-rigid, appeared before me.
“You must learn your place. You will service me.”
I pause.
“Yes, Master.”
I take him in my mouth, slowly at first. First around the head, then slowly down. Further down and down, it grew as it passed down into my throat. I gag slightly, and I can feel him tense up, almost take offense, I stammer, my mouth full. “I’m sorry Master…”
Lightning courses through me. “You are nothing. All your training, all your purported power, means nothing. You are nothing but a courtesan to me. A whore.”
I try to return to pleasuring him. He asks me again. “Say it.”
“I’m nothing but a whore.”
“Louder.”
“I’m nothing but a whore!”
“Better, my young Apprentice. You are learning. Stand up.”
I turn away from his member, seven inches long, and now rock hard. I stand up, a full head shorter than my Master. He motions to me, “Undress.” And I obey. The feelings are staggering, this tingling racing through my body. I’m shaking slightly. He reaches a hand down, inside me, probing me. I feel his fingers slip in unhindered and I let out a little groan. He pulls out his fingers, glistening with my wetness.
“You are ready to please me further, whore.” He turns me around, I grab onto the rock that had been used as my torture bed. I felt his member probing into my tight wetness, filling me up. I groan.
“Thank you, Master. Thank you for letting me please you.”
He thrusts into me, one slow hard thrust. I let out a yipe. He starts to go faster, but just as hard. He slams against my clit, and I feel the pleasure welling up inside me. An orgasm slowly building up, building larger, and larger, my moaning gets louder, louder, and louder. I can feel the massive explosion of pleasure ready to release itself.
A pause. He stops. I’m sweating, and crying, and begging. “Please let me keep pleasing you, Master. I want to be your Apprentice. Your little whore Apprentice.”
He grabs onto my ass for dear life and begins to pound me harder than I even thought possible. I feel his own body tensing tighter and tighter as I please him, grinding against his shaft. He climaxes silently, his spray of white hot fluid spraying against the walls of my shuddering body.
He unceremoniously pulls out and dresses himself. He throws me my new robes. “Await the return of Revan. You will finish killing the man that already died.” Kill the man I loved to please my Master.
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The battle raged on the Star Forge. He had battled his way through droids and Dark Jedi, and we battled for the second time, and again I proved myself incapable of standing against his might. Even against the Light Side, he was so strong in the Force. I confessed my love to him, amazed that he let me live, after I had betrayed him to Malak.
He left, and I am alone. Awaiting my opportunity to flee this place with the man I love, the man I am bound to by the Force. The man who is saving me from the darkness.
**********
I am meditating within the Ebon Hawk. He enters, and I can feel him before he announces his presence.
“Um, I’m sorry,” he is so quiet and unassuming. It is still difficult for me to believe he was once Dark Lord of the Sith.
“No, it’s fine.”
An awkward pause.
“No, I’m sorry about letting you go after Malak,” he seemed so worried about me, it pained me to see him in such anguish.
“It was my choice, Revan. You could not have stopped me then, even if I had known the consequences. I needed to fall.”
I go in closer to him. I lean in, and kiss him. I feel his lips press against mine, like they did only once before. He is tensed at first, surprised, but then he begins to hold me in his grasp.
I smile, in his arms. “I love you, Revan.”
“I love you too, Bastila. But, the Jedi Code -“
“I know. They will never understand.”
“And…”
“And what?”
“I am going, somewhere you cannot follow, into the Unknown Regions. There are things that I must do and I must do them where nobody I love can be hurt.“
I am heartbroken. I feel this immensely anguish and pain, more so than even pondering his death. A man I have seen too many times be brought to the brink, but seeing him leave me, it drives me mad.
“Then, perhaps, before you go…” I pause, “I need you to share my bed, to make love to me.”
He pauses. He is a man, of course he has his urges, no matter how dedicated he is to the Jedi Code.
He kisses me again, and I feel his hands gently cup my breasts. I close the door and open my robes. We lay out on the bed. Our kissing is deep, intense, and passionate, I feel his head begin to break our kiss, moving lower. First sucking and cupping my breasts, feeling my nipples grow rock hard in his mouth, then down my stomach, then lower. His tongue presses against my clit, and I groan in response. He begins to slip a finger inside me and I groan louder. His motions start out gentle at first, but begin to move harder and faster and deeper, his fingers pressing upwards, up against a spongy bit of me that feels so intense and so amazing I feel my body cringing at the very touch. My moans turn into a scream as I orgasm against his fingers and his tongue.
He climbs up on top of me, and I feel the hardness of his member, pressing against me. Slowly, intuitively heading where it wants to be. It slides in slowly inside me, filling me. His thrusts are deliberate, I look him straight in the eyes, see his face warmed with pleasure, with love, and I smile and moan as his thrusts grow faster. Soon he’s pounding against me, and I groan in ecstasy, his continually pumping member bringing me closer and closer to my release.
I flip him onto his back while remaining inside me, now I’m on top of him, grinding hard against him. He reaches up, and grabs my breasts, each hand barely filled, and I feel another orgasm building up. I feel something else, the telekinetic energy of the Force, spreading apart my ass, and I groan slightly.
“Ooh, that feels good…” I say, as I feel a telekinetic slap of my ass.
Revan’s right hand strays from my breast and towards my ass. I feel him grab a full handhold, and then slowly begin to enter my other hole. I let out a groan. He pauses.
“Keep going,” I say, as he begins to slide his finger in and out of my ass, while he continues to pound me.
We’re floating above the bed now, telekinetically suspended. I am in a flurry of energy, I feel the Force throbbing through me as orgasm after orgasm, we’re spinning in rotation as he pounds me. There are now two fingers in my ass, they feel so good. “I want to feel you inside there, my love.” I pull him out, and begin to position myself there. I feel the tip, slowly sliding in, inch by inch. It’s so big. I groan in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
“I like it, Revan. I’ve, I’ve, I’ve never tried this before, but it feels, so, so, so,” Revan’s hand rubs up against my clit as he begins thrusting into my tight ass. I scream in joy, pounding him back in return, grinding my clit and climaxing loudly as he has his own orgasm deep inside my ass.
We float back to the bed, he remains inside me. I brush my hand against his chest. “You really need to go?” He nods. I pout.
“I understand.”
And when he left, I waited for him. Even after my life ended, one of the members of the new Jedi Council, a teacher preserving the Jedi Code I defined to a new generation, I could still feel him, in the distance, a light against the darkness.
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