Master Apprentice
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(continued from part 1)
I let him scream and plead for nearly one standard hour before administering another drug to quiet him. Obi-Wan was upsetting my crew and it was either shut him up or promise them more credits for their trouble. But before I drugged him again, I was tempted to go inside and console him in some way. But what consolation would he have found in the truth? You are a prisoner, Obi-Wan. Look on this as a vacation from all those Jedi responsibilities, the weight of the universe is no longer on your shoulders. I doubt he would have found that soothing.
Now that he is quiet, I can concentrate on my upcoming audience with my employer. I have sent word that I am on my way, more to stop Kryta from unleashing his bounty hunters than to forewarn my arrival. In preparation, I have my sleeping Jedi bathed in scented water--nothing strong mind you. That would displease Kryta who has overly sensitive nostrils.
When the transport breaks through the atmosphere of Munto Codru, I feel my nervousness resonate down to my fingertips. My plan has one chance of succeeding, and for added insurance I give Obi-Wan a combination of drugs that now keep him awake, but somewhat listless.
We land at the Forbidden Castle in the capital city of Codru. Only Kryta would be so bold as to live in this place. It is considered haunted by the Codru-Ji, and most of them avoid the place. Kryta uses this superstition to his advantage. Living here provides one more layer of defense against possible enemies. Haunted or not, the castle is lovely with its gardens and well-furnished rooms. And not empty of guests at all... though most are not Codru-Ji.
We are escorted from the landing pad through the castle to the throne room by armed guards. Though I am quite certain they are curious about my hooded and bound companion, the guards say nothing. Obi-Wan follows me with his head bent as I carry his lightsaber and utility belt in a secured box under a red velvet cloth. He is so very amenable this way that I wish I had used these drugs on him sooner.
We stand before the closed door of the court, waiting to be announced. We won't have to wait long. Kryta is a curious man and I'm sure the news of my arrival has excited his sense of showmanship. My punishment will make for great entertainment--that is if he still deems a punishment necessary after what I have to offer him.
Finally the two ancient wooden doors open, pushed with some effort by four servants wearing smart red and black uniforms. The guards escort us into the large courtroom where Kryta sits at the far end on his makeshift throne. The fact that he pretends to be the ruler of this planet is not wasted on any of his visitors. The surroundings are grand and there are ample servants and guards to indicate his wealth and importance.
Our appearance in the court causes a great murmuring. No doubt the guests know of my failure to secure the spice trade and are prepared to witness my fall, but the addition of my mysterious guest has them perplexed and guessing.
Kryta calls to me as we cross the great hall. “Your appearance in this room either marks you as brave or as a fool.”
I swallow. I am condemned in his eyes, but I am willing to risk this. F'Kar Kryta is a large man, nearly seven feet tall, with waist length black hair and golden canine eyes. Typical of his species he is muscular and has four arms and two legs, and fangs concealed under full lips. I find him attractive, as do many, but I have never been intimate with him. For this I am grateful. It is common knowledge that he is a beast in bed.
“You’ve traveled far to feel my wrath.”
I kneel before his throne, my head bowed, my eyes to the floor. Obi-Wan kneels next to me and we are silent.
“I was counting on you, Kemp. The Nemoidian spice contract was a simple matter… to lose it was inexcusable, but to lose it to my old rival, Simtar, makes it sting all the more.”
"Sir, I have failed you and am ready to receive my punishment." I do not beg for forgiveness as that would be interpreted as weakness.
"Yes, your punishment. You have served me well to this point and therefore deserve something creative. But first you must explain this prisoner."
Ah, there it is. I have piqued his canine curiosity. "Sir, when I realized I would be making this visit I acquired a gift for you."
“A gift or a bribe?”
I do not answer, my breath caught in my throat.
“Ha! Get to your feet and show me.”
I stand and pull Obi-Wan to his feet as well. My sense of drama will play nicely here. I remove Obi-Wan's hood and announce, "This is Obi-Wan Kenobi... your very own Jedi."
The guests gasp and repeat the word Jedi aloud, questioning the truth behind my claim. Kryta leans back in his chair; one set of arms curled across his chest.
"An exceptional gift... if it's true."
Since the Jedi do not carry cards identifying themselves as such, and Obi-Wan is bound and unable to access the Force, I have to rely on visible clues to prove my case.
I push the heavy brown cloak from Obi-Wan's shoulders, letting it fall away. It is caught at his wrists where they are bound behind his back, but it reveals enough of his Jedi uniform for me to hear approving whispers among the courtiers. Still I am not satisfied I have made my case, and neither is my employer.
I reach down for the transparisteel box and present it to Kryta with a bowed head. "The weapon of the Jedi."
He narrows his eye on the box, but takes it, lifting away the velvet. A small grin curls at his lips, lightening his handsome face. "A lightsaber," he says, now smiling more broadly and revealing his fangs.
"Yes, sir."
He reaches a hand out to me, lifting my head by my chin. I meet his eyes.
"You have brought me a Jedi pet. Well done, Kemp."
I smile and then Kryta puts down the box and gets up from his throne. He will no doubt wish to inspect his gift more closely. He stands before Obi-Wan, towering over him, and runs a hand over his short hair and down his long braid.
"An apprentice?"
"Yes, sir." Not many would recognize this detail for what it is.
His hand cups Obi-Wan's cheek and raises his head to look into his face. Obi-Wan's eyes are clouded and hooded from the drugs.
"It was necessary to drug him and restrain him with a Force-dampening collar, sir."
"A wise decision. The Jedi are formidable opponents." Kryta claps his hands twice and two slave girls and several guards come to his side, bowing low. "Take the Jedi to my chambers and prepare him."
Kryta then turns to me, patting my arms with all four of his hands. "He is quite stunning. Thank you, Kemp. You have your reprieve."
I exhale with much relief and smile. As Kryta returns to his ornate chair, I watch Obi-Wan being escorted from the great hall and find myself wanting to go with him--to protect him. I am not sure of how much he is aware, but a four-armed lover can be a dangerous thing, and I am sure Kryta will explore his new toy fully. As Obi-Wan disappears through a side door, I put him out of my thoughts. I have been accepted back into the ranks of the court and have much feasting to look forward to this night.
I hear whispers. Their soft, persistent hush wakens me. There is a fire in a large hearth, but I do not feel its warmth. I reach out to the Force, but sense nothing. How can there be nothing? There are whispers and now giggles--they must belong to someone. Why can't I feel their presence?
Curious, I sit up and a rush of vertigo strikes. My head swims and aches and I collapse back to the marble floor. That is why I'm cold--the floor--and then I see my nakedness. What is happening?
I remember Olan's words now, "You're saving my life."
"No."
This must be a dream. Olan would never do this to me. We were lovers. He was kind. But he was also afraid of his employer.
I raise myself again, this time on all fours, minimizing the effect of the dizziness. I am eye level with a large bed and see movement there. Whispers, deep, sensual whispers, and a mass of bodies moving in the orange glow of the firelight. In the shadowed light I study their forms, discovering two Rutian Twi'lek females and one very large humanoid male with four arms. Which species has four arms? I can't remember. I don't even know how I came to be in this room.
One of the females moans and the other screams. The male is rutting fiercely, growling and now howling. Why can't I take my eyes from them? Their bodies glisten with sweat and the room smells of feral sex. I should look away, but my own body is responding to this primal act in ways I am unable to control.
They seem to climax in unison and drop onto the bed, panting. Very quickly the male pulls himself from his lovers and sits up, staring at me with golden eyes.
"I see you are awake and aroused, Jedi."
I want to respond, and I try to stand, but my legs tremble beneath me. I drop into a sitting position and feel shame wash over me--shame for my weakness and my unwanted arousal.
Golden eyes smile cruelly and then he nods to one of the Twi'leks. She slips from the bed, her naked, blue form moving gracefully to kneel next to me.
"Show him what we are about," he says.
I look up at her, and see kindness in her eyes. What must she see in mine--confusion, a plea for help? Whatever she sees she ignores and bends over me, sucking me into her mouth. I cry out in surprise and pleasure.
"Yes, the Jedi enjoys it. So you are pleasure seekers after all."
I frown and push at her shoulders. She immediately withdraws.
"Would you prefer some privacy?"
"I would prefer..." The wave of dizziness strikes again and I reach for the bed to steady myself. "... you released me."
"Release you from what? You are not bound."
"Then what is this?" I touch the collar around my neck, my hand shaking with the memory coming back to me. Olan... how could you?
"Merely a precaution. No Jedi are allowed in my court without one."
"Then none come willingly." Why is it suddenly hard to breathe?
He jumps from the bed, standing before me, his large, erect penis hovering above me. "I smell your fear, Jedi."
"I will show you no fear... let me out of this Force-dampening collar." My words are edged with an anger my master would abhor.
"I met a Jedi once, but he was nothing like you. He was at peace."
"And he was probably free."
For this I am slapped with the back of his hand and I fall hard against the marble floor. He doesn't let me lie there long, but pulls me up by my wrists and pushes me to the side of the bed.
"You know why you are here?"
"I am here against my will."
"You are here for my pleasure."
"I am a Jedi. I am not your pleasure slave."
The man laughs. "And I am the great F'Kar Kryta. The only reason you are still alive is because of your beauty and that you are a Jedi. Kemp was wise to bring you here."
"Olan will die at the hands of my master. And so will you."
I am shoved forcefully onto the bed, his naked body pressing into mine. His erection slides between my ass cheeks and I shiver with the contact. His breath is heavy on my neck and he whispers in my ear, "You are very beautiful. I will enjoy fucking you."
"No... that would be rape..."
A hand covers my mouth roughly and then I am kicked in the groin with his knee. The pain rips through me as I cry out.
"I could take you now. I could fuck you raw until your cries become hoarse and your body is drained of blood. But I won't. And do you know why?"
He waits for my answer, but I am still reeling from the blow as tears spill from my eyes.
"I respect you for what you are. I've always admired the Jedi and their noble cause of bringing peace and justice to the galaxy." He nips my earlobe. "Let this be a lesson to you. I am a generous man. And I am willing to wait, but not for long. Rest tonight and tomorrow will be ours."
With those words he pushes off me, and I feel light from the release of his weight. He claps his hands twice and two Gamorrean guards shuffle into the room.
"Take him to the harem."
The two boars are surly, and dim-witted, but prepared with blasters and vibroblades. They pull me from the bed, binding me with manacles at my wrists and nearly drag me down the hall. We come to a set of guarded double doors and wait while one of the guards contacts someone on a comm panel. A moment later, a uniformed woman with dark hair and hard eyes joins us.
"This is the Jedi?" Her eyes run up and down me in a cool inspection.
The guards grunt an answer back.
She runs her fingertip along my jaw. "You're very pretty. I thought the Jedi lived simple, hard lives. By the looks of you, you are quite pampered."
"I am a well trained apprentice of the Jedi Order."
Her eyes narrow and she nods to one of the guards. In an instant, the guard jabs me with the butt end of his weapon. I convulse forward, clutching my side in pain.
"Rule number one. You will not speak unless directed to." She waits for me to recover and stand fully again and then continues. "I'm Carina, your new caretaker. It's my job to make sure my employer's bed slaves behave and are well cared for. But you won't be getting any special treatment, Jedi."
"You must release me at once." I focus hard on her mind, even as my head aches. "You want to release me."
"Are you playing games with me? Because I don’t like games.” She nods to the Gamorrean guard who strikes me again, this time completely doubling me over. "You'd best lose that attitude if you want to survive."
I cough and try to regain my breath as I work through the jolt of pain. Obviously it was foolish to hope I could manipulate her mind with this collar strangling me. How am I going to get away from this place?
Carina leads us inside to a richly decorated room, flowing in draperies, and crowded with embroidered pillows and plush furniture. Dozens of beings of different species and dressed in alluring clothing are reclining and preening themselves while talking in small groups. They look up when we enter and all eyes fall to me. Their conversations stop as they stare at my nakedness and then they begin to titter and whisper.
"This is the Great Kryta's harem. It is an honor to be chosen by such a generous lover."
I look to see if she is joking, but no smile appears on her lips. She is entirely serious.
"Since you are new and have proven restless, you will be chained this night."
She directs the guards to chain me by my wrists to a wall. I am given a large body pillow covered in orange silk and forced to sit. The chain is several meters long and will allow me some movement to get comfortable or to hang myself. I'd bet Carina is certain I'll be dead by morning.
"Don't worry. No one will fuck you here... at least not until Kryta takes you first." She squats down before me, running her hand down my arm and to the silk pillow. "You will sleep here when the master does not need you. If you want to survive, be sure you please Kryta. Things get very unpleasant for those who don't please him."
She retreats and tells the room full of bed slaves to keep their hands off me tonight. That I'm still waiting for Kryta to mark me as his own. They mumble their disappointment, but keep their distance, at least while the lights are on, and while she's on duty.
Several hours later, the lights go out and Carina's warning is dismissed. I feel bodies slide up to mine. Warm hands learning me like a new lover. I lie still, wondering at their purpose, but it is soon very clear.
"It's a shame he hasn't taken you yet," a female voice says. Her mouth is close to my ear and she licks it. "I need to be fucked and Kryta hasn't seen fit to do me in weeks."
"Why are you telling me this?" I swallow hard. My body is heating as hers clings to mine.
"If you had been fucked you could help me."
"How?" I can't see her face, but she's so close, she's all over me.
"You could fuck me." And her hand slips between my legs, finding my stirring erection. "Oh, yes, you could fuck me."
"No. I'm here against my will. I'm not..."
Her mouth descends on mine. Her hunger evident in her demanding kiss. She straddles me and begins to hump my cock. "Naughty boy... you want me."
"No..."
"Yes."
Whether I want this or not, I am becoming aroused. My body is reacting to her tongue in my mouth, her heat on my cock. It's this place. It reeks of sex. That's all they talk about. It's as Kryta said, this is what they are about. This is my initiation.
This female, cloaked in darkness, is working me expertly. And despite the caretaker's warning that Kryta must have me first, she is now sliding onto my fully erect cock. I arch my back in pained delight, but I'm wrestling with not wanting this even as my body responds.
She's moving slowly up and down on my lap. My eyes are closed tightly. I'm trying to block out the wave of lust that is threatening to carry me away. I feel trapped inside my body. I am chained to this wall. I am blocked from the Force. I am fucking this female.
Suddenly an alarm is sounding. There are shouts. The woman leans into me. "Faster," and she begins to slide harder, and faster. As the lights go on, she is reaching her climax--her head thrown back in ecstasy. My orgasm is quick to follow as I see for the first time the beautiful, sea-green creature I am having. She is scaled, like a reptilian, but shaped like a human female, and her face is soft and round.
Before she can fall on top of me, in postcoital exhaustion, she is pulled from me, and thrown across the floor. She looks up at the guards, who are Noghri this time, and hisses in her reptilian way.
Carina joins us. "You know the rules, Soji. This is unfortunate. You were quite good, and now you'll have to die."
"No!" I shout and pull against my restraints.
Carina gives me a lethal stare. "You should've said no a few minutes sooner. Then she would've lived to see another day."
The caretaker gives a nod and one of the guards shoots the female, point blank in the chest, killing her.
I close my eyes and bite back tears. Now I am almost grateful for the loss of my Force sense. At least I couldn't *feel* her death.
"Kryta will know of this indiscretion. I'll leave the body here as a reminder. When I said no one was to touch him, I meant it."
She leaves. The lights go out. There is complete silence.
// Master. Where are you?//
Jedi throughout the galaxy have been notified of Obi-Wan's disappearance and given a hologram of him and his kidnapper, Olan Kemp. Someone must have seen something... somewhere.
I am en route on my own search effort. After speaking with the Nemoidians again, I discovered their new spice trade partner is Lanz Simtar, a former Corellian star pilot and now keen trader. The Jedi Council wisely sanctioned my departure, knowing it was inevitable. I have been given a fast transport, millions of credits, and rare singing stones from the Temple treasury as supplies to fuel my search.
I am speeding forward through space, but am I any closer to finding Obi-Wan? All I can do is keep moving and hope he is still alive.
My eyes are closed, but I do not sleep. My mind is in constant motion, looking for ways to escape, replaying events, trying to work through this throbbing headache, and puzzling out how my master will ever find me.
I made the mistake of not telling him about my new acquaintance. I kept my affair with Olan to myself, secreting from the Temple, though not without permission. Qui-Gon recently gave me more freedom, telling me I have come of maturity and that the freedom will do me good. He couldn't have been more wrong. My choices have led me here, but I will not succumb to what they want of me. I will not let them forget I am a Jedi.
Somehow I make it through the night, sleep finding me in fits. Two Gamorrean guards come for me in the early morning, handling me roughly while unchaining me from the wall. In addition to my wrist restraints, they manacle my ankles, making it difficult for me to walk, and giving me less hope of escape.
They pull me through the room, the pleasure slaves barely stirring awake. I gaze at Sitri’s body, lifeless and discolored in death. Her once luminescent scales are now fading to brown. If I am to believe Carina, I am to blame for this female’s death, but I do not know what I could have done to prevent it.
Servants, dressed in utilitarian clothes, arrive to remove the body. I give one last glance over my shoulder as they wrap her in inelegant cloth, making her anonymous and valueless. Will I be next?
I am taken down the hall to a room with a large sunken bath and a half dozen scantily dressed females. The maidens giggle as they approach me, seeming somehow happy in this place.
"We are honored to bathe and prepare you," one of them says. She touches my arm and the guards step back.
“Prepare me for what?”
"To join with Master Kryta, of course."
Her voice is so pleasant and mellow that I find I cannot argue. And what would be the point? It's been made very clear that's why I'm on this planet.
Another young woman comes forward and takes my hands. She frowns as she exams my wrists beneath the manacles. “You should not fight your restraints. See how your struggle is leaving marks? Master Kryta will be displeased.”
To my surprise, she unlocks the restraints and it is as if a great weight has fallen away. I rub my wrists and delight in being able to move my arms freely again. The simple freedom re-ignites my hope of escape. I touch the collar at my throat, confirming that the collar is locked securely, and then look down at my ankles.
“Those should come off as well,” the young woman says, kneeling at my feet. “Otherwise you will not enjoy your bath.”
This is it. Either she is extremely naïve, or extremely confident that I will not escape. Either way I begin to plan my attack on the two guards who are obviously distracted by all of the young flesh around them.
I take a deep breath, easing my nerves. Beyond this room I have no idea what I'll face, but it is my duty to try. The maiden carefully unlocks my ankles and slips the manacles away. As she reaches to massage them, I leap over her and dive at the feet of one of the guards.
As I had hoped, he is distracted and taken completely by surprise. I pull his feet from under him and grab his blaster. Before the other guard can react I fire, sending him hurdling back against the wall. I get to my feet and head for the door before the first guard can stand. The door opens suddenly and two more guards appear--these are Noghri; fierce fighters. I aim for their legs and arms to disable them. I injure one, but the other is quick. He tumbles and rolls out of view in the hall, most likely going for reinforcements.
Adrenaline rushes through my veins, and though it is not the Force, it is enough to keep me moving forward and into the hall. The wide corridor is oddly silent and abandoned, and I move quickly in anticipation of attack. Within thirty meters the second Noghri jumps me. He was cleverly concealed on the ceiling behind a pillar. He knocks me to the floor and his clawed hands pierce my shoulders in a painful grip.
Like prey about to be killed, I struggle to escape, frantic for survival. His claws work deeper into skin and muscle, tearing a piercing cry from my lungs. I have never felt pain like this, and I am quickly giving up the fight. The blaster falls from my hand, and the victorious Noghri lets out a yelp just as a half dozen armed guards come skidding down the corridor to assist.
The Nogri hops off, removing his claws and pulling another cry from me. I am wrenched to my feet by my arms and once again manacled at my wrists.
Kryta is here now. He stands before me in a purple velvet robe, cinched tightly at his waist. His feet are bare, and it seems his morning ritual has been interrupted by my attempted escape. He is unhappy.
"I congratulate you, Jedi."
"Why? I failed to escape."
"Ah, but you killed one of my guards and injured another. And without the use of your Jedi powers. Impressive." He rubs his chin and looks more closely at me as if seeing something he hadn't before.
His dilated eyes follow the trail of blood down my shoulder and then look to the Noghri guard who captured me. "I congratulate you as well, guard." He smiles, but I hear a heavy sarcasm in his words. "You retrieved my pet, but unfortunately you must die for also injuring him."
From inside his robe, Kryta pulls out a small blaster and shoots the Noghri between the eyes. Black blood sprays me as the creature falls backward onto the marble floor with a thud.
Kryta's hands are on me. I recoil from his hard and unforgiving touch as he guides me down the hall. He is unmoved by death. Life, death it seems no different to him. But I feel unable to care with my shoulders throbbing and my head spinning from the guard’s vicious attack.
I am taken to Kryta’s private chambers and seated on a large silk upholstered bench. A doctor arrives shortly thereafter to clean the Noghri's blood from my face and sterilize my wounds. With a simple nod from Kryta, the doctor proceeds to stitch the deep gouges using the primitive method of needle and thread. Without the use of a local anesthetic, I tighten from the pain.
When the doctor is finished, I am alone again with Kryta. He paces in front of me, occasionally flicking a glance my way, but otherwise looking very deep in thought. When he finally stops pacing, he kneels before me, placing two hands on my upper arms and two on my thighs. A chill races through me.
“I want you in one piece.” His eyes search mine, but I pull back. “I will supply my guards with tranquilizers so that you will not be marred again."
Tranquilizers? Is this supposed to comfort me?
He leans forward, rubbing his hands on my thighs. “I want our first joining to be pleasant for you."
His lips graze my ear, and I can feel and hear his breath there. His closeness makes me shiver and I close my eyes in a childish attempt to block him out.
"It would be a rare pleasure for you to be penetrated by a Codru-Ji. Especially since you have not had many lovers."
My eyes open, surprised by his words. His face is close to mine and I pull back again.
"Oh, yes. I can smell each of your lovers. Their scent still lingers on you.” He smiles a feral, stalking smile. “For humans a simple washing is enough to remove an odor, but for Codru-Ji, a scent lingers for years. Odors are multi-layered and seemingly endless. And yes, I can smell Kemp on you, too. He will pay for this deception."
"Then release me. Surely I am of no use to you, used as I am.”
"Nonsense." He takes my face in his hand, holding me still as his eyes grow intense. "I've never had a Jedi, and after today's demonstration, I am even more hungry for a taste."
His mouth descends on mine in a hard, possessive kiss. I push at his chest and try to break contact. This is nothing like the sweet, playful kisses of my friends, or the passionate kisses of Kemp. This is raw and dominating. He attacks my mouth with a ferocity I did not know existed in sexuality. It is painful in its need to devour me and it is impossible for me to escape with his four hands holding me in place.
When he releases my mouth, I gasp for air, taking large gulps of it into my lungs.
"You should be able to hold your breath longer than that." He draws me, unwilling, off the bench and into his arms.
He kisses me hard again, and then pushes me brutally toward the bed. I stumble to my knees and before I can rise of my own will he pulls me to my feet, throwing me, face down onto the bed.
"This isn't right," I say, barely catching my breath before he is on me, unlocking my wrist manacles with one pair of hands, and holding me down with the other.
"Right?" He barks. "Forget what you learned in your Temple. You live by Kryta's justice now."
He pulls my arms over my head and locks them there. Then he forces my legs apart, chaining each ankle to a bedpost. I am spread-eagled on my stomach--helpless--listening to the rustle of his robe slipping from his body.
"Don't do this, Kryta. You can't possibly want me this way."
He groans and lies fully on top of me. His weight making it difficult for me to breathe and even more difficult for me to resist.
With a nip to my ear he says, "I had planned on making love to you, but after your pleasure seeking last night and that ridiculous attempt to escape I'm going to fuck you... hard."
A whimper escapes my lips before I can suppress it, and I hear another low groan. He nuzzles against my neck in what will be the last gentle touch I receive. One of his hands fumbles in a nightstand drawer next to the bed, and I glimpse a bottle of oil.
"I'm going to want to do this again very soon, so there's no sense in ripping you." He leans in for one final nip on my neck. "You see... I'm human, too."
"Then you must know this is rape."
He doesn't respond, and I hear the bottle opening and the sound of him slicking his cock with the oil.
"Please... I am a Jedi."
He chuckles and then presses his hardness at the entrance to my ass. "That is exactly why I want you."
In one brutal thrust he sheaths himself inside me, causing a tearing, stinging pain from the unprepared invasion.
"You're no virgin... that shouldn't hurt."
I squeeze my eyes closed tight and try to release the pain into the Force, but the Force is shut off to me. I am alone in my agony. His thrusts and grunts go on and on, and I bite my lip until it bleeds to stop myself from screaming and giving him any satisfaction.
He is cruel and torments me further by leaning close to my ear, moaning his pleasure to me. "By the gods, you make me hard," he says, and begins to howl and dig his nails into my arms as he reaches his climax. In and out, his hips slap against me faster and faster until he spills his seed inside me.
My only redemption is that I have remained totally unaroused throughout this.
Kryta licks the sweat off my back and I cringe from his sickening touch. He pulls his still hardened cock out of my ass.
"Now you will carry my scent with you, Jedi. When next you meet a Codru-Ji, they will know Kryta has had you."
Repulsed and ashamed by this taking, the bile rises in my throat and I vomit on the satin covers. He growls and calls for servants to clean his pet and the bed, and scolds me like a disappointed schoolmaster.
I remain bound, and throughout the day he returns to run his hands over my back and buttocks, and mount me and fuck me like a dog in heat. I pull against the restraints, but it only serves to rub my wrists and ankles raw, and to give him the satisfaction that I am totally helpless.
When he leaves I cry. It is the only release I have against the pain. It is a small comfort, because it does nothing to heal the ache between my legs or in my heart. I am a used man and I have no one to blame but myself. I wanted sex, but I wasn't satisfied with lovers among friends. I wanted something... dangerous. So when the opportunity presented itself I took sex from a stranger.
My life became unbalanced. I spent my free time having sex with Olan or pleasuring myself in private. And even when I was studying or sparring thoughts of sex occupied my mind. It consumed me... and now I am being consumed by it. It is this realization that makes me cry most--that I deserve this. That I set this path in motion and now I must accept the consequences.
I do not think of my master coming to save me anymore. In fact, I pray that he will not. He should leave me here where I can not taint him with my passion. And for once, I wish I had access to the Force, not so that I could free myself, but so that I could send a final message to him. // Do not come, Master. I am not worthy of your teachings or that of the Jedi. I have traded serenity for passion and accept the consequences.//
Lanz Simtar is not hard to find. After all, he wants to be found in order to strike new deals.
Once I have completely made the transformation from Jedi to wealthy trader, it is easy enough to gain an audience with him. He agrees to meet me in a spaceport in the Corellian star system. It seems he is staying close to home these days. He is rightly suspicious of me, since I have no credentials or contacts to assure him of my identity, but his curiosity and greed overrules his wariness.
My fine clothing and fast ship impress him. I am dressed in indigo tunics and pants made of the highest quality Alderaanian cloth. My boots are black and polished to military standards, and my cloak is burgundy and trimmed in gold. If nothing else, he believes I have money, and that is enough for him to speak with me.
"You're looking for Olan Kemp?" He has a crooked grin on his face, seemingly amused by some memory of Kemp.
"Yes, I had unpleasant dealings with Kemp and I'd like to find him."
I know that loyalty is not a trait among traders. They are usually happy to assist if it means eliminating their competitors.
"He's a slippery one. Kemp is always on the move. Hard to find."
I get the distinct impression that he knows how to find Kemp, but hasn't been given enough incentive yet. I place a stack of credits on the table. One million to be exact.
"It's important that I find him quickly. He has something of mine and I want it back."
Simtar nods. "I'm no friend of Kemp, but I have known him a long time. It would be a shame if he wasn't around to motivate me."
Now he's hedging. He wants more money and that's not a problem.
"Two million." I drop the stack on the table. "That's a total of three million credits. Now tell me what I need to know."
He grins as he slides the credits toward his side of the table. "He's a middle man for F'Kar Kryta. You couldn't pay me enough to work for a Codru-Ji. They're insatiable."
"I've never met this Kryta. Is there anything you can tell that would make my dealings with him easier?"
"He's a collector and not just of jewels and art, but of beings. His harem is larger than Jabba the Hutt's."
"Harem?"
"His sex drive is insatiable... almost as big as his ego. If you can bring him a sex slave, something unusual that he hasn't had before, you could ask for almost anything in return. That's what Kemp would have to do if he wants to stay alive."
"Is his life in danger?"
"You need better contacts. Word is Kryta is unhappy with him for losing the spice contract with the Neimoidians. If I was Kemp, I'd be looking for a very special bed slave."
He smiles wickedly, and I shudder. Is that why Kemp has taken Obi-Wan? To be given to this Codru-Ji as a bed slave?
// Obi-Wan. Please be strong. I'm coming for you.//
(continued in part 3)