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I thought I knew what pain was. But as the hours turned to days, I came to realize that anyone can respond to a sensation and call it pain. No, I've learned much more than that. I can predict how the nerves will respond a split second before it happens. Looking at myself from above, the sensations occur to me like knowledge of someone else's life. They do not register any differently than any other bit of knowledge now, because I finally understand them. It was so easy to look down like this, but I was still caged - tethered to my physical form. I understood another important fact later on… I'm not sure how much later. Time gets confused during torture. Time isn't the important thing, and I've come to realize that it never was. Knowledge is all that matters. And I knew in that moment that I couldn't watch anymore. I had to be whole again for it to ever end.
As the electricity coursed through her again, the man spoke, a grunting taunt, "Why bother clinging to life? No one is coming for you! No one cares what happens to you! You're going to die the same way whether it takes a minute or a year!"
She strained against the steel manacles binding her to the flat surface at her back, and with a roar of defiance, caused an explosion of energy that ripped through her surroundings. The purple arcs of electricity warped and snapped her bindings, set various parts of the room on fire, whining and popping like a macabre display of fireworks. Directing both hands toward her tormentor, she flung him back against the wall with the full force of her vengeance, flooding the room with the smell of burnt flesh. He was dead before he hit the ground, but she didn't stop. She walked toward him, electricity flowing from her palms, until she was close enough to verify his death beyond a shadow of a doubt.
Another blast from both hands blew the door off the hinges, sending it skidding down the hall. The hall was otherwise empty, and the twi'lek walked quickly through it, arcs of power erupting uncontrollably all over her body. She knew she needed to get away before she attracted more attention. When the door at the other end of the hall opened, she directed her power at it blindly, not bothering to see who emerged before attacking. The woman on the receiving end of the blast idly raised a hand, a bubble forming around her that harmlessly directed the electricity to ground before it could touch her. The twi'lek forced more power through her hands, bearing her teeth at the human, but eventually ran out of steam. She collapsed to her knees, trying to catch her breath. The sith calmly walked over to her and offered her hand, but was only met with a death stare, and defiance.
"Why should I trust you?"
"You're right," the blonde replied calmly, "You have every reason to distrust me. However, you don't have much of a choice right now. Besides, I come bearing gifts."
The sith was holding out a folded robe. Suddenly aware that she was naked, the twi'lek tried to cover herself up, but soon realized it was pointless. She reached her hand out, and the sith helped her up before placing the clothing in her hands. She didn't remember when or how she had ended up naked in the first place, but she was relieved to be able to get dressed again.
"Don't worry, the only one who saw you naked here before me is dead now, and I'm just going to keep it our little secret. For a price, of course… but don't worry about that right now. What is your name, slave?"
"S-Seela… my name is Seela."
"I have one more gift for you, Seela. Heed these words carefully. Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The force shall set me free. That, little twi'lek, is the sith code. Now tell me, which of the elements of the sith code applies to your escape?"
Seela glanced around nervously. Her robe was form fitting, a black and red full body garment that brought out the shape of her body, while revealing none of it. It occurred to her that it was most likely made specifically for her, which made her fret even more. She tried to think on the question, and began hyperventilating, until it suddenly hit her.
"All of it. All of the sith code applies."
"And with that realization, you already understand more than at least half of our current initiates. There's only one way out of this, little twi'lek. You're going to join the trials to become my apprentice. Try not to die too early on… and perhaps… we'll see each other again."
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It felt like such a long time before I ascended to apprenticeship, but it couldn't have been longer than a few weeks. The torture must have damaged my concept of time. What seemed like minutes in an excavated tomb found me returning in the dead of night. I dared not tell anyone, not even my master. Weakness wasn't just a bad thing here - it was a disease to be wiped out. But she knew. Somehow, she knew that my mind was damaged. Looking back, I suppose it was obvious to her, and everyone else around me. It wasn't until she caught me staring at nothing that she actually said something.
"Apprentice!" Seela snapped out of her trance, shaking her head and putting her hand on her forehead. "This has gone on long enough. I don't care how promising your destiny is; you won't get anywhere like this."
"I… I'm sorry, Lord Zash."
"What makes you think I care if you're sorry?" the human replied, looking genuinely confused, "Guilt isn't going to fix this. And it is going to happen again. Luckily for you, I think I have just the thing."
The blonde walked over to her desk and opened a lower drawer, bringing out a holocron.
"What-?"
"You were never intended to survive your ordeal, apprentice. Usually, special precautions are taken when the mind of a prisoner needs to be preserved, but no such care was granted to you. You're to meditate on this artifact. That is all."
Seela took the holocron, albeit a bit skeptically. When she went to leave, Lord Zash cleared her throat, making her turn back to face her master.
"Is there something else, my lord?"
"Did I tell you to leave? Sit where you are, and meditate."
Normally, Lord Zash appreciated sarcasm, and even found a mild amount of snark to be amusing, but Seela knew better than to talk back in these circumstances. Without a word, or even a nod, she sat on the floor and placed the holocron in front of her. Her legs crossed, and her hands on her knees, she began to meditate.
It seemed to take almost no time at all for something to happen. A bolt of red lightning came out of the holocron and touched Seela's forehead, immediately knocking her to the ground. She fell on her side, twitching, as the holocron continued to assault her. Though she opened her mouth to scream, no sound came out. When it finally stopped, Seela lay limp, unsure if she had enough strength to stand. Lord Zash was having none of it. The blonde got up from her desk, walking toward her apprentice.
"Stand," she said sternly. Seela began to get up, but only managed to make it to her hands and knees by the time Zash got to her. "Why are you not standing? Do you wish to remain kneeling your whole life?"
"N-No, my lord…" Seela replied weakly, "But I'm so weak after… that… treatment…"
"You are as weak as you want to be. You are on your knees because you know it is where you belong."
Seela bared her teeth, tears of rage rolling down her face. She hated when Zash did this. She wanted the lighthearted sith who helped her, not the evil bitch who manipulated her. Even though she knew what was being played at, it always worked on her, and she despised herself for it. Electricity crackled around her, and she began to float. Straightening up in mid air, Seela brought lightning bolts down around herself, attacks that Zash easily protected herself from without the slightest worry. Floating back onto her feet, Seela thrust her arms forward, directing all of her might toward Zash with one massive, arcing bolt of lightning. Zash responded in kind, the two beams of energy meeting between them. The human stayed put, letting her apprentice step forward until their hands were only inches apart. Without warning, Seela's strength gave out, and it took perfect reflexes on Zash's part to not electrocute her apprentice. The twi'lek's knees buckled, and her master caught her by the waist, pulling her close.
"Much better, apprentice," Zash said softly, a smile gracing her lips, "You have a long way to go before you can crush me, but I'm still proud of you."
"Why, master… why do you even care…?"
"Don't get sentimental on me now. You're a valuable asset, and it would be a shame to waste power like yours. Besides, I've been having visions. I have to be at least a little attached to you."
The twi'lek struggled to maintain consciousness, but ultimately failed. Her frail body went limp in Zash's embrace, prompting the human to tentatively check for a pulse. Awkwardly dragging the smaller woman over to a nearby chair, she muttered under her breath.
"Maybe I should be more careful with this one. Her body is still fragile, at least for now. Though there is a certain appeal, I must say."
Zash went back to her desk, quietly working across from her sleeping apprentice. It was a couple of hours before Seela awoke. She didn't speak at first, straightening up and looking slowly around the room. There was a certain serenity about her, a graceful calm that extended to her every muscle.
"I see you've decided to rejoin the land of the living," Zash said, looking up from her work.
"How long was I unconscious?" Seela asked, looking back at Zash.
"Not long. More importantly, how long have you been awake?"
Seela furrowed her brow in confusion for a moment, before she understood the question. "Barely a minute, my lord."
"Perfect."
The twi'lek felt an aching in her throat, the urge to cry, and forced it back. In doing so, she glanced down momentarily to collect herself. Someone else might not have noticed, but a sith lord very easily picked up on little things like that.
"Apprentice…" Seela looked up, catching Zash's soft smile, "I was just trying to provoke you earlier. Calm yourself."
Seela shook her head, looking down again. "No, my lord… that isn't it. I just… I haven't forgotten what you've done for me, and I'm under no delusions. You didn't have to do anything. You could have just-"
"Enough, apprentice."
"B-But you-"
"Seela."
The twi'lek abruptly went silent, sheepishly making eye contact with Zash again. The blonde stood up, walking around her desk and behind Seela. She put her hands on her apprentice's shoulders, then leaned in close and spoke softly.
"Your time as a slave has left you constantly feeling indebted to anyone who does something to benefit you. That's at least a little bit endearing, and it does make me feel rather important that you're so attached to me… Well, perhaps I'm being somewhat sentimental myself, but I don't like seeing you suffer. We need to arrange for a way to eliminate the debt you feel you owe me. Then I won't have to see you cry anymore."
The twi'lek listened, looking straight forward as her master spoke. Often times, the conflicting emotions Zash thrust upon her would be impossible to harness without hours of meditation, but this time, it was different. She wanted to believe the human genuinely cared about her, rather than merely having a vested interest in her survival. She wanted to, but she couldn't quite bring herself to do it. Zash's behavior could almost be considered bipolar, but Seela knew it was all an act. Her master did and said whatever she needed to, whenever she needed to. There were no true feelings with this woman - only manipulation of others. But when Zash touched the twi'lek's cheek, she melted, closing her eyes and nuzzling the human's hand.
"Is that how it is?" Zash whispered, making Seela open her eyes in surprise at her own behavior. "That's simply adorable, apprentice."
"That was… inappropriate, my lord. It won't happen again."
"It won't? How dreadfully disappointing." She slid her hand down to Seela's neck, making the twi'lek gasp. "How about that? Will that happen again?"
Seela's breathing picked up, and she craned her neck to look back at Zash. "My lord…"
"What an amusing specimen indeed…" she slid her hand lower, stoping just at the top of Seela's left breast. "Is it true what they say about twi'leks?"
With any hint of ambiguity having long since been removed, Seela was out of good reasons to pretend she wasn't aroused. Despite her own power, she never lost her fixation for others with power. Zash had quite a lot, and unlike other sith, she had made an effort to keep her physical form from succumbing to the dark side, making her all the more attractive. And while the idea of the twi'lek stereotype sometimes made her laugh, she had to admit that it wasn't pulled out of thin air. She knew there was something seductive about her people, and she wasn't adverse to using it. She pivoted on one foot and ducked low, spinning smoothly out of her chair and turning to face Zash. Coming back up, she arched her back and leaned forward, gliding toward the sith. Her movements were almost fluid, like those of a snake, as she pressed her body against the human's. Wrapping her master in a gentle embrace, she tiptoed to whisper in her ear.
"Why don't you… find out through empirical experience?"
Zash shuddered at this suggestion, furrowing her brow as she felt her nipples harden. In that moment, they both knew that Seela had the other woman firmly in her grasp, and Zash wouldn't be breaking free until the twi'lek allowed it. Seela reached behind herself with one hand, and put her other hand between Zash's breasts, pushing softly as she stepped forward. The human nervously walked backward with her, staring at the smaller girl. Seela had quickly loosened her robe's buttons, and let the garment fall to the floor, revealing herself naked underneath. Zash's eyes widened, making Seela smile slyly.
"Why so surprised?" the twi'lek purred, "You know full well that I can't wear underwear under this. It fits me like a glove as is."
They reached the door of Zash's office, and Seela pressed her master's back against it, using her free hand to lock the door. The human was breathing hard already, but her apprentice's directness didn't stop there. Seela took the fabric of Zash's robe in her right hand, just below the knee, and began bunching it up, revealing the blonde's legs inch by inch.
"Seela…"
"I can feel your desire, Zash. You can't bear to be teased right now. Your body is burning with want, and you'll do anything for relief. Is that my fault?" Zash nodded, prompting a smile from her apprentice. "Good. I'm going to take my time with you… or should I be nice?"
"Please…"
Seela's finger slid lightly against Zash's panties, making the human moan sharply. She forgot what she wanted to say, losing herself in the touch. Zash placed both palms against the wall behind her, and she turned her head in embarrassment.
"Please what, master? I can't give you what you want if you don't tell me what that is."
"You know what I want!" Zash blurted out breathlessly, intermittent whining moans escaping her from the teasing touch. "Don't make me beg!"
The twi'lek let her finger glide over to the edge of Zash's panties and pulled them aside, allowing her to touch the human's bare flesh. Zash's moans grew louder, and her hips moved in response. She had known already that Zash was shaved, but she picked that time to tease the woman about it, as her finger dragged back and forth along the human's wetness.
"Who were you shaving for, hmm? This feels fresh…"
"J-Just for me! Ah!"
"Don't lie to me, Zash…" the twi'lek replied, in almost a sing-song tone, "You're under my spell until I say otherwise, and I don't like being lied to."
Zash turned her head, making eye contact with her apprentice. Her expression was one of utter shock, not only because her own apprentice was being so blatantly disrespectful of the chain of command, but also because she knew it was true. "Maybe I di- hah! D-Didn't tell you about all of my visions of you! Ah!"
"Good girl. Next time I catch you lying, you'll regret it. But I'm feeling generous…"
As Seela leaned forward, kissing Zash deeply, she pushed a single finger inside the woman. Zash screamed into Seela's mouth, being quite loud despite being muffled by the twi'lek's tongue. Seela's free hand snaked behind the human, holding her close. She pulled back for a moment, then added a second finger, slowly entering her master. Zash sucked hard on Seela's tongue, squinting her eyes shut. It didn't take long for Seela to get a steadily increasing rhythm going, making the human writhe and rock her hips. The sith lord was practically losing her mind, trapped in her apprentice's embrace. Cooing and moaning, she rocked her hips faster, matching the speed of Seela's fingers. The blonde shuddered, and a climax washed over her making her eyes open wide with shock at the intensity. She trembled, leaning on Seela for support, as the aftershocks made her twitch and moan. They finally broke the kiss, and Zash put her head on Seela's shoulder. The twi'lek leaned over and spoke softly into her master's ear.
"You don't think I'm done with you yet… do you, Zash?"
Seela retracted her hand from behind the sith lord, gently removing her fingers from between the woman's legs. Zash shivered from the stimulation, and offered a look of surprise when her robe fell to the floor.
"How…?"
"Don't worry about the how, dear. You have better things to worry about than your robe right now."
The twi'lek brought her wet fingers up to Zash's mouth, tracing them slowly along the woman's lips. The misdirection completely took her in. As she looked nervously down at the blue fingers, coating her lips in her own juices, she failed to notice Seela removing her bra, until it fell to the floor. She gasped, her own scent flooding her nose, but had little time to react before Seela kissed her deeply again, making Zash taste herself when their lips met. Seela broke the kiss abruptly, kneeling in front of her master to pull Zash's panties to her ankles. The human stepped out of them carefully, making her apprentice smile.
Seela stood and offered her hand. Zash took it, and the twi'lek gently led her toward a door near the back of the office, leading to Zash's private chambers. Climbing onto the bed first, Seela pulled Zash with her, laying the human on her back. Zash found herself passively obeying the unspoken demands of her own apprentice, completely lacking the willpower to resist. Seela crawled over the woman and let her tongue flit across her neck, both hands coming up to massage Zash's breasts. Zash craned her neck, making it easier for Seela to tease her. The twi'lek made a line straight down, with her lips and tongue, as she crawled lower, eventually letting go of the human's breasts momentarily when she passed the navel. She withdrew, to start kissing up the thigh from a few inches above the knee. As she went up, Seela let Zash's legs drape over her shoulders, pushing the woman's legs higher as she got closer to where Zash really wanted her tongue.
Without warning, the twi'lek's tongue touched Zash's slit, making the human's body jerk in shock. She licked slowly up and down the edges of her master's petals, not yet beginning to brush even the hood of her clit. Zash groaned and sighed, writhing under Seela's touch. Gradually, the tip of Seela's tongue parted Zash's nether lips. As she found the human's clit, her hands came up, beginning to massage the blonde's breasts again. Even the slow, calculated motions quickly proved to be too much for Zash. Her body shuddered, and she screamed loudly as she reached climax.
Refusing to let up, Seela maintained the same pace with her tongue, slowly swirling the tip around Zash's clit. It seemed that she had found her master's weakness rather quickly, and she planned to exploit it as much as she possibly could. One of her lekku snaked up, finding its way to Zash's wetness. It slithered inside the human, making her gasp and arch her back, and continued to move inside her, a steady wave pattern, as it went deeper. Zash gripped her bedsheets with both hands, screaming in pleasure as she looked down at her apprentice. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, her arousal becoming increasingly exasperated as she watched her apprentice slowly tease her. Twisting her body, she shrieked and pulled at the bed, losing control yet again. Her ecstasy consumed her, and she slumped back down, panting and laying limp.
Mercy was not in the cards for Zash, her screams of overwhelming pleasure only goading Seela into taking it further. Her other lekku curled around, going toward Zash's rear. It entered with the same slithering motion, eliciting another scream of surprise from the blonde. This time, she resigned herself to merely writhing in place as she moaned, out of breath from the continuous, maddening pleasure. The slow movements of Seela's tongue, and the appendages inside her, were horribly teasing. Even as she came repeatedly, she felt as though she was being cruelly teased by the young twi'lek. Shuddering, labored moans escaped her lips, and another orgasm washed over her, her inner walls squeezing Seela's lekku in twitching bursts. She laid her head to the side, strands of her hair wet and matted to her face. Thoroughly defeated, she tried to plead with her apprentice.
"S-Seela… please… enough…"
The twi'lek briefly considered refusing to acknowledge Zash's plea, but ultimately stopped. She gently withdrew her lekku from the blonde, then crawled up the bed, pulling Zash's head into her lap.
"Poor thing… I'll have to train you to have more stamina."
"Is that so?" Zash breathed, looking up at Seela. "What about you?"
"I can wait. Next time, I think I'll tie you up."
"You can't…"
"Can't I? You know as well as I do that I'm in charge in this respect, my lord. Just submit."
Zash stared into her eyes, still hardly able to believe Seela's audacity. The girl played Zash's body like a fiddle - of that, there was no question. But demanding not only her submission, but her admittance to it, was a tall order. Seela gently took Zash's arms, guiding them up over her head, and crossed them, letting the human prop up her own head by her folded arms. The fingers of one of Seela's hands kept Zash's wrists together in a very easily breakable grip.
"Look down at yourself," Seela said softly, "Do you like what you see?"
Zash looked down, imagining how it would feel for her wrists to be bound, and found herself embarrassed by her own mental image. She looked up at Seela, biting her lower lip.
"Don't worry, master… I'd never hurt you. I think you need to lose control sometimes, if only for a short time, to keep yourself in balance."
"You're a dangerous temptress, Seela."
"I do believe that's the nicest thing anyone has said to me in quite some time."
Zash chuckled, and Seela released her hands. The human reached up, pulling her close so they could kiss.
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