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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!
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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