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Pairing: Xanatos / OMC

Rating: NC-17

Category: Action/Adventure, drama, angst, non-con

Warnings: Rape, Slavery, Violence, Torture

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Summary: One mistake leads to another, and suddenly, Xanatos finds himself in a desperate situation.

Notes: Thanks to Laura, Smitty and Nike for help, listening and poking. Even more thanks go to Tem-ve for the beta.

Xanatos let out a happy sigh as he stepped into the cool water of the forest lake. It was summer on Ara Prime and it was a hot one. He had come here for some business - he was supposed to buy and take over the local mines for Offworld.

He knew that one day he would be the leader of the organisation. Until then, he would wait and make himself useful -- spying and gathering information about the secret leadership of the company while working.

But this moment was for his own enjoyment. He'd found the lake by chance while taking a walk, wanting to find out about the local people. The cool water was flowing around his heated body; he could feel life coming back into him. He could feel the water chilling not only his skin, but even down to his bones.

He swam for a while, breathing in the fresh air, listening to the sounds of the forest and just generally relaxing. He might not be a Jedi anymore, but that didn't mean that he couldn't appreciate the healing effects of meditation.

Suddenly, he noticed a movement on the shore. With the help of the Force, he could sense at least four people there - foreigners. A quick look confirmed his suspicions - at least one of them was a bounty hunter that had been following him for several months now.

Damnit, he thought before he dived underwater. With a bit of luck, they hadn't seen him. He could stay underwater for about ten minutes and hopefully by then, they would've given up. His clothes. Damn, his clothes were still on the shore. They would find them and recognise.... Xanatos was just shy of panicking as a sonic bomb entered the water behind him. With some quick moves towards the surface and away from the bomb, he barely escaped the shockwave.

It was clear now that they were aiming at forcing him to come back to the surface - or to kill him. And so far, they were succeeding. Gathering the Force around him, he managed to shield himself from the next assault. Another bomb, another near-miss, almost knocking him out. He cursed silently as the shockwave forced him to breathe quite a lot of water, making his lungs hurt like hell. Frantically, Xanatos looked around, searching for a way out, maybe an underwater cave... something. But there was nothing. His only chance was to get to the opposite shore and hope to be fast enough to escape the bounty hunters.

He never got that far. The third sonic bomb exploded only a few meters behind him - Xanatos just had time to try and get further away from it, he had just enough time to reinforce his Force shielding, before the shockwave hit him and his world went black.

Xanatos came to again to a vivid chaos of sentence fragments. Obviously, there were several people in the same room with him. He concentrated on his sense of hearing for a while and could make out four different voices. He decided it was best to not let them notice that he was awake again. Keeping his eyes closed and his breathing shallow, he listened further.

"What do we do with him now?"

"Lord Taron wants him as his personal slave, you've heard him. So we just clean and prepare him and transport him to Sleros IV. He wants him unbroken..."

Xanatos' heart skipped a bit as he overheard the last sentence. So the bounty hunters weren't out to kill him. They were capturing him, because some guy wanted to have a rogue Jedi in his collection of slaves - to show him off, broken and willing to do anything.

He was lying down on some kind of table. It was cold and metallic, sending a chill through his bones. His clothes were gone and he didn't need to try to reach out for the Force to know what the collar around his neck was. Damnit. And he could only blame himself for getting into this. He'd been careless, not paying attention, going for a damn swim instead - a move that had cost him his freedom, maybe even his life.

There were four men, probably armed. He was naked, unarmed and cut off the Force. Xanatos knew he didn't stand a chance against them, but he couldn't not fight. Still pretending that he was unconscious, he waited for their next move.

"...him silenced?" He overheard one of them.

"No. Taron likes them when they scream. Let's inspect what we have here."

Xanatos didn't flinch when rough hands touched him none too gently and turned him on his side. He didn't flinch as two fingers were roughly pushed into him.

"He's still tight... good," he heard the guy behind him say.

He knew that at least one of them stood directly in front of him. Xanatos could barely suppress a gasp as he felt hands on his cock, his balls, squeezing them and inspecting them. Another hand was under his chin, lifting it lightly.

"He's got a pretty face. Except maybe for that scar, but if..." He didn't get to finish his sentence, as suddenly, Xanatos lunged forward and got hold of his head in one quick motion. With just a flick of his wrists, Xanatos broke the other man's neck with a satisfied smile.

The rest was just a blur of events, Xanatos felt strong hands grabbing him from behind, forcing him back onto the bed. He managed to land a few punches and kicks before he got injected with a tranquiliser. He struggled, arching his body against the hands that held him down, trying to kick, to flail his arms... until the drug finally took effect and he went limp against the bed.

Xanatos woke up to a sharp pain in his chest. It took him a while to remember where he was and what had happened. The lake, an explosion... bounty hunters. Alarmed, he tried to move, tried to sit up, but then found that he couldn't. His arms were raised above his head and chained to the wall with heavy manacles. His ankles rested in stirrups, bound to them as well, leaving him wide open and vulnerable. A leather strap went over his ribs, rendering him unable to move.

He lifted his head and tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't. A blindfold was taking away his sight. They obviously didn't want him to see who they were; for fear of later identification should he manage to get free.

He concentrated on his sense of touch, trying to figure out what was happening. He could feel something metallic inside his left nipple. A ring. Those bastards had pierced him while he was unconscious. He inspected the rest of his body, inch by inch. His ribs hurt a bit - he must have bruised them while fighting his captors. The rest of his body seemed to be okay for now, but there was a slight burn inside his ass... <i>Prepared and cleaned</i>, that's what they'd said - and this is what they'd meant with it. He shook his head in disgust and suddenly was glad that they'd knocked him out. His wrists and ankles hurt from the tight restraints, but everything else seemed to be in order. Obviously, a battered slave didn't sell well.

Concentrating further on his surroundings, Xanatos could sense that at least two of the bounty hunters were in the same room with him. He knew he had killed one of them, and this knowledge filled him with satisfaction. He wouldn't go into slavery without fighting as best as he could.

"Is he awake?" He heard one of them ask.

"I don't know, let me check." Xanatos could feel someone leaning over him. "He seems to be out of it, still."

A hand was gripping his chin, turning his head first to one side, then to the other. "He really is pretty, lovely lips -", the man didn't get to finish what he wanted to say as Xanatos let out a growl and bit into the thumb that was brushing over his lower lip. His victim cried out and uttered an impressive string of curses in a language Xanatos couldn't understand.

"Don't pull another stunt like this, or you will lose these," the other man said.

Xanatos hissed through clenched teeth as his balls were grabbed. He could feel something cold and metallic being pressed against one side of his scrotum. It had a sharp edge; he could feel it on his skin. A knife, probably. "You wouldn't do that. I'm sure your employer wouldn't be too pleased if you damaged me."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that, if I were you, boy. A Jedi slave is worth a hell of a lot of money - with or without his balls."

Xanatos bit down on his lower lip as the knife was pressed harder against his scrotum and he could feel the skin breaking. Just a small cut, superficial, but enough to almost make him wince. He knew they wouldn't go further than that.

"Go on then, castrate me," Xanatos challenged them, his voice perfectly calm, not showing any of his anger or fear.

"Shut him up," the one Xanatos had bitten earlier hissed. "He's starting to get annoying."

Xanatos clenched his teeth as one of his captors gripped each side of his head, while the other one pinched his nose shut, forcing him to eventually open his mouth to breathe. He gagged as something big and rubbery was brutally shoved into his mouth.

He breathed heavily around the gag and moaned when rough hands returned to his genitals. Something was being wrapped tightly around his cock. Leather. A cock sheath, he'd seen - and used - some of them before. Xanatos winced as the edges cut into the head of his cock. It was too tight and it hurt.

His attention was suddenly brought back to his chest as something heavy was attached to the nipple ring. He yelped through the gag as they tugged on the object, causing an explosion of sharp pain all across his chest, making white stars appear before his tear-stung eyes.

"Perfect. Taron will be pleased."

They startled as suddenly Xanatos began to struggle heavily against his bonds, deliberately chafing the skin of his ankles and wrists. He was banging his head against the table he lay on - hard enough to make his captors worry. If he didn't have the chance to get free, then at least he wanted to do his best to damage their merchandise.

"Damn, what is he doing?" He heard one of them say in a slightly annoyed tone.

Xanatos could feel warm blood trickling down his wrists. Good, so it was working.

"Stop that!" The other one yelled at him.

Xanatos didn't hear him, didn't want to hear him. He kept struggling, welcoming the pain and the faint smell of blood. Until pain exploded in his side and the strap was cutting into his side, breaking the skin as he fought the effects of the stun gun. He struggled for only a few seconds longer until his body collapsed and went limp again.

Xanatos groaned in discomfort as he came to again. He was kneeling, kept upright by chains that kept his arms on his back. He moaned slightly as he brought his body upright again, taking some of the strain from his arms. He obviously wasn't on the ship anymore, he couldn't feel any movement. Belatedly, he realised that the blindfold was gone and instead of the large gag that had been used earlier, a silk scarf was now gagging him, its ends tickling where they touched his back.

Xanatos opened his eyes and looked around, disoriented. The room he was in was not very small, but not huge either. He was kneeling on tiles. Chains were connected to the cuffs on his wrists and ankles, each chain went into the wall. His wrists were crossed on his back, the cold metal of the cuffs touching the small of his back. His long hair was braided and had fallen over his right shoulder, tickling against his nipple. His cock was still hurting from the too tight cock sheath. The Force collar, of course, was still around his neck.

Xanatos moaned as he shifted a bit, sore muscles protesting against the sudden movement. He must've been in this position for quite some time now, as his knees felt numb from the constant pressure and his feet hurt a bit from being bent that way all that time.

He was alone in the room; he couldn't see or feel another presence. He felt vulnerable, a bit scared, but most of all angry; angry at his captors and - even more so - angry at himself. The whole idea had been stupid and careless, forgetting all about safety for a little bit of comfort. He had exchanged his freedom for a fucking chance of cooling down.

<i>Well done, Xanatos.</i>

He had no doubts that he was being watched by cameras - of course he was. He blinked a few stray strands of hair away that had fallen into his eyes and glared into the direction of where he assumed one of the cameras to be, glaring at his unknown and unseen enemy.

Remembering the events on the ship, he glanced down his body. His left nipple had indeed been pierced. A silver ring with a blue stone had been pulled through it and a slim silver chain was attached to it, long enough for its other end to touch the floor.

Xanatos startled as a new noise caught his attention. He couldn't identify it, and it seemed to be coming from - or out of - the walls. The realisation came as the chains started to pull his ankles apart, forcing his legs open more and more. He had to struggle to keep upright, his body trembling with the effort. Just when it started to hurt, the pulling stopped, leaving him wide open and even more vulnerable. Xanatos had a pretty good idea of what would follow soon, and he had no way of escaping it.

He heard a door being opened behind him and someone stepping inside. Heavy steps, but slow. He could almost feel his captor eyeing him from behind. Xanatos bent his head to try and look over his shoulder, to try and catch a glimpse of his captor - he refused to think of the man as his "owner".

The man - Lord Taron, Xanatos remembered now - was human and pretty tall. He was clothed in black leather pants and a white, tight shirt. His skin had a slight blue complexion; his hair was blonde and short.

"Good morning, slave. I hope you are rested, you have a long day ahead of you," Xanatos heard him say, the smirk noticeable in his voice.

He shivered as he heard a zip being opened.

"It's time to introduce you to your duties, slave," Taron said, his voice perfectly calm.

Xanatos tensed as the man embraced him from behind and tugged on the chain that was connected to his nipple ring. He was determined not to show any signs of pain. He couldn't stop this from happening now, but he would not break. He would fight; he just had to wait for Taron to make a mistake. He clenched his fists as he could feel callused fingers being pushed into him - rough and exploring. It burned as they stretched him. Within seconds they were gone again and the hands were on the knot of his gag, loosening it.

"I love to hear my slaves scream, and I'm sure you have such a beautiful voice," Taron whispered into his ear.

Xanatos took a deep breath as the gag was released. Curiously, neither his ribs nor his lungs hurt anymore. He either had been unconscious longer than he thought he'd been, or they had healed him before bringing him here.

A sharp tug on his nipple ring brought him back to the here and now. He hissed through clenched teeth. He had to do something. Taron was still behind him, Xanatos could feel his hot breath on his neck, not moving, just standing behind him.

Without any further warning, Taron took him. To Xanatos, Taron's cock felt huge. It was dry, it hurt... and he couldn't do anything to stop the ongoing assault. He was struggling, biting his lower lip to keep from screaming. Strong hands were holding his hips in place while he was being used over and over.

Thoughts were racing in his head. He needed a way to escape this, to escape the pain that the rough taking caused. He needed an escape to keep from breaking, to keep from going insane. His body reacted before his mind could finish the thoughts. He was pulling with all his strength on the chains that held his wrists. Xanatos screamed as he could feel the bones in his left wrist breaking, giving in.

Xanatos welcomed the pain, focussing on it, using this pain to ignore the one in his backside, to ignore the grunting and panting of Taron. He didn't want to hear or feel anything else but the pain in his left wrist.

After what seemed to Xanatos like hours, Taron finally pulled out of him with a satisfied groan. Exhausted, Xanatos slumped forward, screaming again as the chain pulled on his injured wrist. He could hear Taron walking around him, facing him.

"Did you like it, boy?" he heard Taron ask, sarcasm rich in his voice.

Xanatos just sneered and spat at Taron. "You're sick."

"That just earned you more lashes with the whip, slave."

Taron was behind Xanatos again and grabbed Xanatos' damaged wrist, none too gently. Biting his tongue until he tasted the metallic taste of blood was all Xanatos could do to keep from screaming again.

"Looks like you broke your wrist, slave. But don't worry; it will be tended to before the first training session begins."

Taron went to the opposite side of the room and opened the door that was located there. He shouted something in a language Xanatos couldn't understand and within a few moments, two slaves appeared. They both had long hair, one blonde and one black, and each of the two of them was only wearing a pair of harem pants. A collar was fitted tightly around their neck, a tag with their ID clipped to it.

One of them was carrying what looked to Xanatos like some medical supplies, the other one was carrying a black bag. Taron gave them another command and the two slaves started to walk over to Xanatos. After putting down the bags they were carrying, they started to free his injured wrist.

Xanatos tried to struggle, tried to wriggle his wrist free from their strong grip, but the pain that shot through his arm soon made him stop the attempt. He couldn't see what they were doing, but the pain started to fade. He moaned as the crushed bones of his wrist got mended again, relieving the pain. He felt a bit of bacta being applied to his wrist and a bandage wrapped around it, before his left wrist was put into the metal cuff again.

Xanatos heard one of the slaves rummaging through his bag, obviously looking for something. He flinched slightly as a something was touching his back, barely touching it. He didn't have to wonder for long what it was.

"Can you feel the tip of the whip? Caressing your back?" He heard Taron's voice, mocking him. "My slaves are instructed to use it on you every single time you disobey me. Now, I will tell you about today's lesson. You are not allowed to speak, unless you are being asked a question. Every time you wish to address or answer me, you will end the sentence with 'Master'. Every time you fail to do so, you will be punished. Did you understand that, slave?"

Xanatos clenched his teeth, not even thinking about answering. Master. He'd sworn to himself to never again call any person in his life 'Master'. Not after he had to fight hard enough for his freedom. And he would fight again, this time.

He grimaced in pain as the whip came down on his back, hard.

"I asked if you understood the rules, slave!"

Taron was now standing directly in front of him, grabbing Xanatos' face with one hand. Smirking, Xanatos met his gaze and spat at him again, before hissing. "Yes, bastard."

"Congratulations. You just managed to double the amount of your punishment. It's entirely your choice how long and painful this will get. I don't care at all, and neither do my slaves."

Xanatos was just shy of crying out as, by command of their Master, the slaves resumed the whipping. Six lashes, each of them worse than the last one, criss-crossing all over his back. It burned, it hurt like not much ever had hurt before. To some extent, the wounds felt like sabre burns, setting his back on fire, each hit vibrating through his body. He was panting and slumped into the chains as the beating finally stopped.

"Will you obey me now, slave?" Taron growled at Xanatos. It was clear that he would lose his patience soon.

"You wish," Xanatos replied, his voice steady and determined. He didn't know how much longer he would actually be able to take this, but he knew that he would not make it easy for Taron.

Taron merely nodded at his two slaves - the sign for them to continue with the "training". Blow after blow landed on his back. The cuffs chafed his skin as his body rocked with the blows. Xanatos screamed as a particularly hard blow hit his spine, parting the skin. More followed, more and more of them would draw blood. It mixed with the sweat that ran down his back, making the numerous wounds burn like fire.

His whole body was trembling and his legs started to feel weak. He had more and more difficulty keeping himself upright and avoiding to put even more strain on his tortured wrists. Dimly, Xanatos realised that he had to give in if he didn't want to be skinned alive.

Taron seemed to notice that Xanatos was at the end of his strength. He gave his slaves another sign Xanatos could only see from the corner of his eyes, and immediately they stopped, the whip kept ready for use at their Master's command.

"I ask again, do you understand the rules?"

"Yes," Xanatos' voice sounded broken and raw from the screams. "Yes, Master, I understand them." He collapsed forward into the chains, faking total exhaustion.

"Alright," he heard Taron say. "Unchain him and clean him. Get him dressed and prepare him for tonight's show."

Xanatos didn't even wonder what show Taron meant by that, he didn't plan to attend it. He hung in his chains, gathering his strength again and waiting for the slaves to free him. This was his only chance to get out of here, and he would make the best of it. He faked a wince as one of them - the dark-haired one - grabbed his wrists and loosened the chains while the other one was working on his ankle cuffs. Xanatos just hoped that his body would cooperate now.

As soon as his wrists and ankles had been released, Xanatos spun around, ignoring the dizziness and his body's protests. In a flurry of motion, he had snapped the dark one's neck, grabbing his whip at the same time. Before the blonde one could react, Xanatos had the whip wrapped around his throat, strangling him. He smirked as he could feel the windpipe being crushed and the man going limp in his arms.

He barely had time to think about his next move before pain exploded in his right side and he lost consciousness.

Feeling dizzy, Xanatos carefully opened his eyes. The room seemed to move on its own and he seemed to experience everything through a haze, neither noises nor light were really recognised in his brain. He tried to move as he could feel that he wasn't restrained again. But his limbs didn't seem to want to obey his brain; he could barely curl his hand into a fist or move his toes.

He was lying on a soft bed, and he seemed to be wearing some kind of clothes. Without being able to lift his head, or even to see properly, he couldn't tell what exactly it was that he was wearing. Through the fog in his brain he remembered a beating, blood, broken bones, though he couldn't feel any pain now. No cuts or bruises. He'd been healed - again.

Only now did he notice that there were more people in the room with him. Taron, he assumed, and another one. He could make out only a few words that were spoken.

"Buy... well trained... good investment," one of the voices said.

"...my ship... leaving soon."

Xanatos could hear the words, but they didn't reach his brain, didn't make sense to him.

"Three thousand credits... three point five thousand..."

"Deal."

Xanatos barely noticed as the leash on his nipple ring got tugged and he was forced to stand up. Some part of his brain still seemed to remember the motions, because he was moving, walking on his own, groggily following where he was led to.

As they reached their destination, he was strapped down again on a cold surface. His mind screamed at him to fight, to try to flee, but neither his brain nor his body reacted. Belatedly he realised that Taron must have drugged him... but the whole scenario still didn't make sense to him. He couldn't figure out what was happening here, no matter how hard he tried.

He could sense movement, a familiar noise, something he had often experienced before... the low purring of a ship's engine, the gentle rocking of a ship moving in space. Dozing on and off during the flight, he didn't know how long it actually took until he could feel the ship landing again, and gentle hands lifting him off the bed, table, whatever it was, carrying him into a huge building.

Xanatos still couldn't find the strength to move, let alone fight, but he grew more aware of his surroundings, aware enough to recognise the labels that were plastered all over the walls of the building.

Offworld.

He had been brought into the headquarters of Offworld... Slowly, the past hours started to make sense to him. Taron must have sold him. And the man who bought him... he was interrupted in his thoughts as he was being placed on a soft bed, his wrists loosely bound above his head, his legs remained free.

The other man, Xanatos still hadn't figured out his name, moved to lean over him and caressed Xanatos' left nipple through the thin, silk-like fabric that was covering his chest. Obviously, this one didn't want to waste any time. Xanatos couldn't suppress a moan as his genitals were cupped through the harem pants he was wearing. He could feel his body arching upwards, responding to the unwanted touch.

<i>Damnit, concentrate, Xanatos!</i> he thought to himself.

The drug was slowly ceasing to work, leaving him more and more control over his body. Now he just had to remember how to actually -

Pain. He almost screamed as his legs were lifted and the man pushed into him, the pants giving him strategic access. Too fast, too large... Something snapped in Xanatos' mind and before he could even think about his next move, his legs were around the man's neck, his thighs slowly cutting off the air supply.

"The game's over," Xanatos hissed at him, his voice surprisingly clear. "Release me," he commanded, increasing the pressure on the man's neck, threatening to crush his aorta.

Xanatos took a look around while he waited for his hands to be released. He spotted a knife on the man's belt. He shuddered as he thought about what this bastard could have done to him with that. As soon as his hands were free, he pressed his thighs together hard enough to make the other man fall unconscious.

"Thank you," Xanatos added with a smile as he went to strap his former owner, now victim, to the bed, not taking any more chances.

He took the knife and went to search the room. It was pretty empty save for the bed, a bedside drawer and a closet. He opened the closet, hoping for some more decent clothes that actually covered his body instead of showing it off even more. He quickly shed the silk and lace shirt and pants he was wearing and slipped into comfortable black trousers and a black shirt. The clothes were too big, but they would do for now.

Investigating further, he found just what he needed - the key to his Force collar. Grinning to himself, he unlocked and got rid of it. Immediately, a wave of Force energy flooded him, flowing freely through his body again. He took a deep breath, bathing in the energy that he needed as much as he needed air and water. It had been gone too long; he could feel his strength growing with every second, with every breath he took. Yes, he was finally free again.

But he had one more thing to do. Rummaging through the bedside drawer he found a datapad. It bore the name of the man. V'oran T'lak. So that was his name, the secret owner of Offworld. Only not for much longer. Smiling to himself, satisfied how it all worked out, Xanatos set up a contract. A contract that would make him the new owner of Offworld.

About half a standard hour later, Xanatos noticed V'oran stirring in his bonds, slowly coming to his senses again.

"Good morning, V'oran T'lak," Xanatos approached him, the knife in his right hand, the contract in his left. "If you value your little life, you should do exactly what I want you to now."

Xanatos smirked as he saw V'oran, shaking with fear. The big corporate leader wasn't that big and experienced after all. Xanatos mused how the hell he had got this job... V'oran had probably inherited his position; he definitely couldn't have made it any other way. V'oran barely nodded at Xanatos.

<i>This is almost too easy</i>. Xanatos thought, slightly amused.

"Sign this," Xanatos commanded, holding out the datapad to V'oran and freeing one of his hands. All he needed was V'oran's fingerprint and his personal code, and the company would be his.

"What is it?" V'oran asked.

"A contract that will give Offworld to me. I didn't expect you to recognise me, but I'm actually working for you. This little coincidence just accelerated things for me, so to speak," Xanatos answered with a smirk.

"But... I can't do this!"

"Oh, I'm sure you can." Xanatos underlined his words by pressing the knife against V'oran's throat, hard enough to draw a thin line of blood. "I'm sure I can persuade you to do it."

V'oran gulped, visibly scared to death now. Wordlessly, Xanatos handed the datapad to him, pressing the knife just a tad deeper to finally persuade him. Still shaking, V'oran signed the contract. Xanatos grinned and put the document onto the bedside drawer.

"Now, tell me why I should let you live and tell everyone how I made you sign this," Xanatos whispered, before he slowly slit V'oral's throat, enjoying the gurgling noises and the writhing of the body underneath him.

"Thank you, again. You've helped me a lot."

Taking the contract and the knife, he turned just one more time to look at the dying man on the bed. He'd made it. Now it was time to get the access codes and exercise his newly won power. With the blessings of the old owner and the Force, this would be an easy task.

Finally, he was more than a mere worker. He was one of the most powerful men in the galaxy now - what he had always been meant to be.

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