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Category: Au, First Time, BDSM, Non-Q/O, Pre-Slash?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: O/M, O/M/S, O/Q
Warnings: Nonconsensual sex. Lot's of torture! Yeah Baby!
Spoilers: This takes place within and after TPM.
Summary: What if that scene in TPM had gone this way?? and
beyond!
Feedback: I crave it! romana2@xtn.net
Disclaimer: We all know who they belong to. No profit is being
made from this
The Story thus far: That scene in TPM. Except...Maul has
destroyed the Jedi Temple and overpowers Obi-Wan, taking him
prisoner. He taunts a badly wounded Qui-Gon that he will turn
Obi-Wan to the darkside. Maul leaves dragging Obi-Wan with him.
Qui-Gon unable to follow passes out. Panaka and his guards find
him there and as Panaka leans over him Qui- Gon wakes and tells
Panaka not to let him die. That's it! on with the torture! lol.
Obi-Wan's foot connected with a slave droid's head, as he was
half carried, half dragged into the Sith's transport.
"That was unwise," Maul hissed releasing his grip, and dumped
the Padawan roughly to the floor. The Sith moved towards the
cockpit shouting orders.
"Home. And take the long way around," he ordered the pilot. He
turned back to his prisoner.
"Who are you?" Obi-Wan massaged his bruised throat, gazing in
anger at the thing that in just a short time had destroyed his
life. The Sith bowed and made a sweeping motion with one hand.
"I am Darth Maul," he introduced sarcastically. "And you are
mine, Obi-Wan Kenobi," he smiled suggestively and began
stalking toward his prisoner.
Obi-Wan's eyes widened and he backed frantically away. Maul
grabbed his wrists and pulled him to his feet, leading him down
a corridor into a small room. The room was bare except for a
tiny cot in the corner. Obi-Wan cried out in pain as he was
shoved into another wall, the Sith's body covering his own. He
put his hands to the Sith's chest trying to push him away, but
it was useless, the Dark Lord was too strong. He felt the
Sith's mouth cover his, and almost choked as the invading
tongue thrust deeply inside him. Maul continued to ravish his
mouth leaving no velvety crevice or corner unexplored while one
of the Sith's hands slid down into his pants, and began to
stroke him, moving in long sensuous circular motions.
"Lesson number two, my apprentice," Maul broke from his mouth
to nuzzle at his neck. "I take what I want when I want it."
He twisted and tried to pull away when Maul's other hand
roamed down his chest and into his tunics, ripping them open.
Maul watched his captive's face as he caressed and tweaked a
nipple. Obi-Wan closed his eyes, trying to deny what was
happening to him. The temple destroyed, his Master left to die
painfully alone, and now this creature was going to rape him.
Obi-Wan opened his eyes, glaring at the Sith, and did the only
thing he could do. He hauled back, and spit in the Sith's face.
Maul stared at him for a second, stunned then laughed and
brought the hand that was in Obi-Wan's pants to his face,
wiping the spit from his cheek.
Obi-Wan could only watch in astonishment when Maul closed his
mouth over the dripping finger, threw his head back, and with
his eyes never leaving Obi-Wan's, moved the finger in and out
of his mouth in exaggeration, sucking the slick digit
thoroughly. He grinned wickedly, and grasped the Padawan around
his waist pulling him close. Obi-Wan cried out in protest when
the Sith bit into his neck, drawing blood
"W-W-Why are you doing this?" Obi-Wan stuttered.
Maul pulled back and regarded him silently for a moment. "You
are my revenge," he whispered finally.
Obi-Wan gazed at him, uncomprehending.
"It's so much easier if you don't resist, little Jedi, " Maul
ran a finger along the top of Obi- Wan's leggings, and started
unlacing them. "You can always pretend I'm your beloved
Master."
Obi-Wan found he couldn't breathe.
"Yes, little one. I've been inside here," he tapped the
Padawan's forehead. "I know of your secret desires for your
Master," the Sith stroked his face gently, almost lovingly.
"His naked body gleaming with sweat as he pounds into you. Your
head thrown back in ecstacy, as he kneels between your smooth
thighs, pleasuring you. The endless days of longing for him,
and hiding it. The endless nights with him lying in the room
next to you. Touching yourself, only to bring more longing to
have that hard body pressed against yours. It's too bad your
Jedi Council forbid such a relationship until you were a
Knight."
Obi-Wan trembled with fury. He desperately tried to calm
himself.
Maul paused closing his eyes, and inhaled deeply. "Yesssss , I
can feel the hate flowing through you. Embrace it. It's all you
have left now, my apprentice... goooood, You want to hurt me
don't you? Go ahead, give in to your hate."
Obi-Wan eyed the Sith warily, undecided.
"You know, " Maul continued. "It's so tragic that your Master
died before you told him of your desires. You can't fuck a
corpse."
Obi-Wan gave a strangled cry of rage and lashed out, his fist
connecting with the Sith's jaw. Maul paused and shrugged his
shoulders rolling his neck with an audible crack. He grinned
evilly, and slowly licked the blood from his split lip.
"Well done, but you're going to have to do better than that."
Obi-Wan drew in ragged gasps, appalled that he allowed this
creature to taunt him into giving in to his darker emotions,
and then invisible bonds were trapping his arms against the
wall.
Maul leaned down and gave a hard yank on Obi-Wan's leggings,
pulling them to the floor.
" Please, don't," Obi-Wan moaned brokenly as he was bared to
the Sith's hungry gaze.
"Yes," Maul stroked the inside of Obi-Wan's thighs. "You belong
to me now, Kenobi. Every luscious inch of you," he slid a
finger into Obi-Wan's cleft and teased the tight opening,
pushing inside, as his mouth closed over Obi-Wan's limp organ.
This isn't happening! Obi-Wan's screamed in his mind.
This should be Qui-Gon, not this...this... thing touching him,
however; he could not stop his body's response to the expert
mouth and tongue that moved up and down his hardening shaft, as
the gloved finger inside him moved in and out, stimulating his
most sensitive gland. Then a second finger joined the first,
and the Sith increased the pressure with his mouth as he thrust
deeply. Obi-Wan bit his lip, trying to hold back his climax,
but couldn't, he gasped and came, spilling into the Sith's
eager mouth. Maul released his grip, and Obi-Wan slid
shuddering to the floor, hiding his face with his hands in
shame. He didn't resist when the Sith pulled off his remaining
tunics, nor when he felt himself being pushed back to the
floor. But when the Sith knelt between his legs spreading them
with his own, pulling at his pants to free his erection,
Obi-Wan began to struggle again. He frantically tried to call
Qui-Gon through their bond, even though he knew the Sith would
block it, even though he knew it was probably too late.
//Master! Qui-Gon! //
Maul scowled at him. "How careless of me. I meant to take care
of that earlier."
"Wha...?" Maul grabbed his head with both hands before Obi-Wan
could even think to move away. His eyes widened as he felt the
Sith's mind invading his own, and he realized the intent.
"No!! You can't! No!"
But it was useless, the Sith's mind was probing, searching, and
finally found the precious bond he had with Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan
felt a searing pain as that bond was slowly wrenched from him.
"So," Maul muttered. "The Jedi still lives. No, matter. His
Force signature is weak. He will die very soon."
With a harsh thrust of mind against mind, Obi-Wan felt the last
tendrils of his Master/Apprentice bond severed. The pain was
unbearable. He screamed over and over, then mercifully all went
black.
Obi-Wan awoke to darkness. He sat up and reached out with his
senses. He recoiled in horror when he realized he could no
longer feel the Force. His hands flew to his neck instinctively
searching for a force inhibiting collar. Finding none, he
discovered he was still naked. Where was he? why couldn't he
feel the Force? Where was the Sith Lord? Are we still on the
ship? It was then he heard a soft rustling. Where was it coming
from? Obi-Wan strained to see through the darkness. It was
getting louder. He felt something brush by his bare foot, and
drew in a sharp beath. He felt things crawling on him, crawling
on his arms and legs, crawling on his face.
Suddenly, a dim light came on and Obi-Wan looked around him in
horror. Corellian roaches. He shuddered and slapped at one
crawling up his arm, squashing it. There were hundreds of them
swarming into the small room, on the floor, the walls. They
were coming up through a huge crack in the floor. The mass of
small bodies was so immense they were quickly filling up the
tiny room. Obi-Wan backed towards the farthest corner from the
hole in the floor. He could hear the sickening sound of shells
cracking as the insects were crushed under his weight, and his
stomach lurched queasily. Then there were to many of them. They
surged over him. Pressing his back against the wall, Obi-Wan
brought a hand to his mouth and nose covering them
protectively. His voice was a soundless scream in his mind.
Queen Amidala gazed silently at the still form before her,
grasping the limp hand gently.
"Is Master Qui-Gon going to die?" Anakin asked timidly from
behind her.
Amidala sighed heavily and shook her head. "I don't know Ani."
Her medical team had done all they could for the Jedi. She just
had to hope it was enough. It was now left to Qui-Gon.
"And Jedi Kenobi?"
Amidala turned to look at the young boy who had just so
recently been uprooted from his home and mother.
"We haven't found him Ani. They're still searching." A soft
moan made her turn back to the figure on the bed. Qui-Gon was
tossing restlessly, calling out for his missing apprentice. He
had done so ever since Panaka and the guards had brought him to
the sick bay. So far her men had found no trace of the young
Padawan. The soft woosh of the doors alerted them to new
visitors.
"Panaka...Senator," the Queen acknowledged.
"Such a terrible tragedy your Highness."
"Yes, Senator it is. Has there been any word of survivors?" she
asked. The Naboo's victory over the Viceroy had been short
lived by the news of the destruction of the Jedi Temple.
Panaka stepped forward. "None have been found yet your
Highness," he told her gravely.
"And Kenobi?"
"Nothing there either I'm afraid, your Highness."
"How is he?"
"He's still unconscious, Senator. "
"Your Highness, you are needed outside," Panaka said.
"Very well, come on Ani." They all turned to leave. Suddenly a
loud cry came from Qui-Gon, as his back arched up off the bed;
his body began to convulse and sweat broke out on the broad
forehead.
"Droid!" the Queen called in desperation. The medical droid
moved to the bed checking the screens that were monitoring the
Jedi's life signs.
"What is it? What's wrong with him?" she asked.
"Possibly his body's reaction to fever that set in from his
wound. We don't know enough about the Jedi to know for sure.
I'm sorry, my Queen," the droid informed her. As suddenly as it
started, it stopped and Qui-Gon's body returned to its limp
state on the bed. What they didn't know was it was at this
exact moment that Maul had ripped the bond between Master and
Apprentice.
"The readings are all normal now," the droid noted.
"Your Highness, I'm sorry but this cannot wait," Panaka said
gently.
Amidala reluctantly turned away from the Jedi, and came face to
face with a sobbing Anakin.
"Oh, Ani. He'll be alright," she engulfed the youngster in a
tight hug. "Come on, " she stopped at the door. "Senator, will
you stay with him?"
"Of course, your Highness."
"Thank you," she took one last lingering look at the Jedi then
left. Anakin and Panaka followed her.
The Senator moved closer to the Jedi Master who moaned slightly
and turned over.
"Obi-Wan."
"That hurt didn't it Jedi? It's going to hurt a lot more very
soon. I can promise you that," Senator Palpatine laughed so
loud, he drew some startled looks from the medical droids
bustling about in the next room.
TBC....
Note: The bug scene was inspired by Dean Koontz's wonderful
book Whispers and the movie The Mummy
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