Archive: M_A, My page (http://www.angelfire.com/scifi/nsks)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: A/O with hints of Q/O
Categories: POV, Angst, B/D
Spoilers: You have seen TPM, right?
Series: Night's Secret, Knight's Shame #10
Warnings:
1. This story contains A/O.
If you don't like Anakin/Obi-Wan slash, your delete button is
there for a reason.
2. This story contains
non-con elements.
3. This story follows
canon. You know that thing that didn't happen? Well, it
happened.
4. VIOLENCE. I just about
felt ill writing part of it. Please be warned.
5. Obi is not short; Ani is
just smeggin' tall. Okay, that's not a warning, but I really
needed to say it.
Summery: Anakin's master joins him in attempting to make
Obi-Wan see their point of view.
Disclaimer: Pop Quiz: Who owns Star Wars? (hint: not me) A:
George Lucas. And do you really think I could make any money
off of this?
Feedback: Someone's still with me? By all means let me know.
Any and all forms of feedback are appreciated greatly.
Summery of Series Thus Far: Takes place approximately 15 years
after TPM. Anakin rapes Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan doesn't tell anyone
because he believes he has to try to save Anakin. Anakin
kidnaps Obi. On with the story....
Thanks: to Boots and Master Falcona and everyone that
has sent me notes telling me to continue, they really help.
I run my hands gently over my former Master's abused body,
healing what I can. He has fallen into a deep and almost
restful sleep and I am loath to disturb him.
It doesn't take long, my skills have greatly increased this
past month under my Master's direct tutelage. When I am
finished I continue to stroke him, fingering old scars and new.
My fingers travel over the scars that cover his chest, then
down his arm, stopping suddenly at his wrist. Moving back up
his arm they stop again at an invisible line around his neck.
Softy touching his unmarked features, I reflect on how little
he has changed: same jaw, same chin, same nose, and the same
soft eyelashes. I touch each in turn, then reach to sooth back
his hair. It has grown, though not by much.
Today was my last chance to turn him. My desperation showed in
every lash and every cut. But his determination held through
every torment I could devise. His body had finally collapsed,
and I had to admit defeat. Tomorrow my Master will join us.
I crawl into the bed behind him and pull him towards me. His
sleeping, vulnerable body does not protest. I wrap my arms
around him and pillow his head on my shoulder. I don't want
anyone else to touch this one; he is mine. Yet a small part of
me hopes that together my Master and I will be able to
accomplish what I could not do alone.
Please Obi-Wan, I think before succumbing to sleep myself,
please don't fight us any longer. Let us turn you. Join with
us. There is so much we could do together....
The next morning arrives, and I awake still holding my
Obi-Wan. For a moment I lie there, savoring the sensation; most
nights he awakes and crawls out of bed before I rise.
I shake him awake and watch his eyes flutter open. He stares
up at me blankly. I have to ask. Just one more time I have to
ask. "Will you join us?"
He simply stares at me and shakes his head.
"Obi-Wan, please, listen to me. Today my Master will join me.
Just say you'll do this for us and you won't have to suffer
anymore." I grasp his shoulders and shake him, frustrated that
he doesn't seem to understand. "The temple will be destroyed.
Either by you planting a bomb, or by a flat out attack. What
difference will it make if you cooperate?"
"I will not turn." His voice is quiet, but firm.
"You don't even have to turn." I'm begging now, and he knows
it, "Just plant the bomb. That's all. After that I'll protect
you, I promise."
He looks up at me with a sad smile, "I will not turn. Neither
will I serve the dark. You know that Anakin. If you truly wish
to protect me, then kill me now."
I get off the bed and head toward the shower. "You know I
can't." I pause, thinking. "Come here, I want to shower with
you today."
Reluctantly he gets off the bed and follows me. "What do you
want?" He asks reluctantly as we get in.
"Just stand there." I get the soap and wash him, then me. I
can tell he is puzzled that I don't do anything more, even
though he tries not to show it. When we get out he reaches for
a towel, but I stop him. I want to dry him. And so I do,
running the towel over every inch of him. I quickly dry myself
as well before we head back to my bedroom.
"Wait here," I instruct as I hurriedly pull on some clothes.
He stands by the door, eyes staring blindly ahead. I gesture
him to the middle of the room while I rummage through a
cupboard. Finally I find the padded cuffs I'm looking for.
Normally I couldn't use them, but I'm allowed to in order to
keep from damaging his hands.
"Hold your hands out." He complies, and I snap them on,
attaching the end of the chain to the ceiling with a touch of
the Force. I pull them taunt until only his toes can touch the
ground. I still have to lean down slightly to kiss him though.
I am barely finished my preparations when I feel my Master
coming. I sink to the floor in a bow as he enters the room.
"Rise, my Apprentice." I stand and watch as he inspects my
Obi-Wan. "Well, let's see now if this Jedi is as hard to break
as you claim." He reaches out and grasps Obi-Wan's head firmly.
Through the Force I observe my Master hammering at his
defenses. I manage to contain my smile as he comes to the same
set of seemingly impenetrable shields that had baffled me.
"Hmm. I assume you've tried all the usual methods to weaken
his defenses?"
"Yes, my Master."
He backs away several meters, and then raises his hands. I
wish I could warn him about what was coming, but he wouldn't be
able to do anything about it anyway. Sure enough pure
Force-energy jumps from my Master's fingers and reaches out to
curl around Obi-Wan.
His face contorts in agony as the energy stimulates his pain
receptors. It takes ten seconds for him to start screaming.
That's longer than anyone I've seen. I can only last eight
myself. As the pain rips through his body I can sense my Master
attacking his mind, but the shields don't move. When he stops
my Obi-Wan goes limp, unconscious most likely.
"I see you did not overestimate the problem as much as I
thought you had." Any reaction I might have to this I bury far
enough inside myself that my Master cannot sense it. "Perhaps
an alternative method? Have you tried torturing another in
front of him, my Apprentice?"
I bow my head. "No, my Master. I thought it best that..."
"Never mind," he cuts me off. "Take him down," he orders as he
moves to a communication panel. I release the fastenings on the
cuffs and catch him as he falls down. His eyes blink open as I
carry him to an interrogation chair.
"What was that?" He asks groggily.
Ah, that is so my Obi-Wan. Ever wanting to expand his
knowledge. Pity he won't extend it to the dark side. "That was
the power of the dark side." I sit him in the chair and strap
him in as tightly as I can. The tighter I make it the less it
will chafe when he struggles. I want to kiss him, to reassure
him that I love him, that he is mine, but with my Master
watching I dare not. When I am finished with the last strap I
stand and walk to my Master's side.
It doesn't take long for the guards to arrive with a large
group of prisoners. They huddle in the far corner with six guns
pointing at them until they are Force-frozen in place. All the
guards save two return to their duties. My Master instructs me
through our bond what to do. I remove a knife from a drawer and
walk toward the group. Grasping the arm of the one that my
Master indicates, I pull her across the room, stopping directly
in front of my Obi-Wan.
"If you wish for us to stop, Jedi, all you need to is promise
to help us. Continue, my Apprentice." My Master then steps back
and sits in his own seat to observe the proceedings.
I place my knife at the back of the girl's neck. She can't be
more than 14 standard years old; she is only half my height.
"Will you help us?" He doesn't answer. Slowly I press the knife
upwards, through the skin, up into the brain. I hold her
tightly with the Force, but do nothing to stop her screams. I
look at the man in the chair; his eyes are tightly closed.
When the girl is dead I throw the body down. One of the guards
retrieves it and my Master instructs me again.
This time he indicates a young man, probably in his early
twenties. His light brown hair reaches almost to his shoulders.
I twist one arm behind his back and force him over to the
integration chair. He struggles all the way over, trying to
injure me with his free arm. At a glance from my master I draw
my lightsaber and slice his hand off. The smell of burning
flesh fills the air as the man screams.
I bend him over the interrogation chair and yank his pants
down. "Will you help us?" When he doesn't answer I unlace my
own pants and bury myself in the man with one hard thrust. He
cries out in pain as I take my pleasure in him. When I finally
withdraw he relaxes. I do my pants back up and am about to
throw him aside when my Master throws another command in my
direction. I press the tips of my fingers against his anus and
push until my hand is all the way in. As I go I can feel flesh
tear and blood running freely down his legs. The screams echo
through the room until he passes out from blood loss.
Throwing him aside I barely notice the guard coming to drag
him away as I fetch a small, skinning knight from a drawer and
bring the next victim out of the group. Another man this time,
a bit older than the last one with short, black hair and grey
eyes. I throw him to the floor in front of the chair and pin
him there with Force bonds. I slit his shirt and remove it
before carefully beginning to remove his skin.
My eyes are closed but I can't block out the screams. I can't
see what he's doing but I can hear it and I can sense it
through the Force. Another child murdered. A woman raped. A man
whipped literally to death. I can feel some of them die, but
not all are that lucky. When the ordeal is over only a handful
of people are left.
Anakin unstraps me, but I fall to the floor when I try to
stand. He picks me up and carries me to bed. I don't open my
eyes. I don't want to see him. I don't want to see the blood of
innocents on his hands, on his clothes or me.
I curl up in bed, trying to shut the images out. Even though I
didn't watch, my imagination supplies pictures to go with the
sounds I heard and the torments I felt. I'm glad Anakin doesn't
know how close I was to agreeing to betray the Jedi. I felt
everything and heard everything and knew I had the power to
stop it but I couldn't.
I shiver as I lie there and Anakin draws a blanket up over me.
What's happened to him that he could do that? Where is the man
I once knew, the Padawan I trained? He smoothes the blanket as
he whispers to me that his Master wants him. He turns the light
out before he leaves.
I fall asleep quickly but my dreams are not peaceful. Again
and again I relive the day's horrors. Gradually I become aware
that something's different. Something is coming between me and
everything else. It's as if a pleasant mist is carrying me
away. It's as if a velvet curtain is muffling the sounds. It's
as if I am once more safe in a loved ones arms.
I kneel at my Master's feet. "Master, I have a boon to beg of
you."
"What is it my Apprentice?"
"Today's activities have reminded me that there are toys
besides the Jedi to play with. May I have one of the
prisoners?"
"It that the only reason you want one?" My Master's eyes are
cold as they attempt to discern my motives.
"No, my Master. I had hoped that perhaps if the Jedi formed
personal connection with them we could convince him to help
us."
My Master waves his hand dismissively, "It does not matter. I
have decided that the Jedi is too much work. We must proceed
with plan B. You may keep the Jedi if he does not interfere
with your duties."
My stomach sinks. "Yes, my Master."
"And I see no reason why you shouldn't have another. You may
go pick a prisoner if you wish. You are dismissed."
I contain my sigh of relief and rise to my feet. "Thank-you,
you are most generous my Master." Bowing again I turn and leave
the room. I head down to the prison deck, knowing full well
which prisoner I shall return with.
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