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Sacrifice to the Dark
by
Keelywolfe
From the diary of Master Qui-Gon Jinn:
Obi-Wan my love, I think you've managed something that hasn't been
possible since, oh, before you were born. You've managed to shock
me.
As a Jedi, I am no ignorant fool wandering through the universe
doing good deeds and righting wrongs. I am a man, doing a bastard
job the best he can at the direction of a bunch of straight-laced,
cast-iron dunderheads who are political tools for an organization
that is, at best, bloated and whimsical.
I have seen it all. And a great deal of it was not pretty.
Its not like I didn't know this kind of thing existed - its nothing
new for humans to desire, even need to be hurt in order to
experience pleasure. And it's not the fact that it's you having this
fantasy - I know it's a common thing for people to have sexual
fantasies that are quite far from the range of what they would
normally want to actually occur.
Its not even that you clearly describe me as your attacker.
Though the notion that you think me capable of such an act as you
narrate so vividly doesn't exactly inspire confidence in your view
of my teaching for the past few years, but I know, I know - it's a
fantasy, a game, nothing more. Humans have been playing sex games
since shortly before they came down out of the trees - so no points
for originality there.
No - I think the thing that bothers me so badly is just how much it
makes me want to do just what you describe, exactly as you have
written it; with loving attention to detail and lingering over every
moment, savoring each plea, curse, and moan as a precious jewel to
be stored in some theft-proof containment.
I note that you did not follow your usual style in this one, however
- the tale is written with a rather detached point of view, almost
as if you had somehow managed to uncouple yourself from your own
body and become your own voyeur, while still knowing everything that
Obi-Wan Kenobi was feeling and thinking. Detachment can be a good
thing, when you are trying to deal with overwhelming events and
ideas - and perhaps that is the lesson I should take from this
little fantasy of yours.
Psychologically, this omniscient point of view tells me that you
couldn't handle this if it really happened. And the way you chose to
end this little fairy tale is most disturbing - it might not be the
worst idea I've ever had to send you to see Master Pendralion for
some serious counseling. But doing that would reveal my snooping in
your private recordings in a way I don't think I am yet prepared to
do just yet. So I think I will just have to wait and watch, in that
patient, serene way a Jedi Master is supposed to. Though I must say
the idea you have planted in my head today makes me feel neither
patient nor serene.
You don't really want me to do this to you.
Do you?
From the diary of Obi-Wan Kenobi:
Obi-Wan Kenobi knew he had a problem.
After all, it wasn't everyday you found yourself lying face-down on
a blanket in a deserted woods, bound spread-eagled to pegs driven
into the ground, stark naked, with a total stranger watching you
like a starving man about to pounce on his next meal.
The stranger was dressed head to toe in virginal white, even to the
shine on his white leather boots. Obi-Wan had caught sight of a
flowing robe and a sash belt before he had been thrown down and tied
- now, turning his face to the side and peeking at his captor, he
could see a skin-tight vest and leggings, all in that same dazzling
white.
The man himself was an older man, very tall, long brown hair laced
with gray, a long, bearded face, a nose that had been broken
somewhere along the way. Deep blue eyes gazed from under a heavy
brow, and a secretive smile graced a thin, firm mouth as he
contemplated his prize.
Obi-Wan could not ignore the only motion that the man was making -
he was stroking his huge and all-too-apparent erection through the
thin fabric of his leggings, slowly, meditatively, as if pondering
what he should do to relieve his problem. Shuddering inwardly, the
young man had a sudden frightening insight as to what was to come
next. He shoved the thought aside - fear would not help him here.
He closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to reach out to the
Force, remove the heavy bindings from his hands, call his lightsaber
to his grasp. But the Force did not respond - it was as if a wall
stood between him and anything that might aid his escape. As he
found no aid, he heard the man standing over him laugh raucously.
"Yes! Try the Force, my little Jedi, yes! Oh, my yes - it can solve
all of your problems - untie you, defend you, overwhelm me, yes!" He
continued, chuckling. "Oh, my dear little Jedi, you have much to
learn before that little trick will work on me. On the other hand, I
wonder what I might be able to teach you, now that I have your
undivided attention?"
Obi-Wan felt a faint touch on his back, almost as if a breeze had
blown by - but no breeze would concentrate itself down his spine to
its base. A Force-touch then, so light as to almost be non-existent,
wafting its way down his back and then over his exposed bottom. Just
a touch, the merest whisper of a stroke, over the globes of his ass
- and then into the cleft between them, ending with a tickle in that
most sensitive of spots. He gasped and tried to wriggle away from
the touch, feeling a shiver run through his body in foreboding.
Another faint touch, ending in the same place, this time accompanied
by a faint snicker from somewhere behind his head.
The teasing touches continued randomly stroking his ass and thighs,
all ending with that squirm-inducing tickle against his anus. He
heard a rustling sound behind him, and a piece of white clothing hit
the ground in front of his face. More rustling, and one by one each
piece of clothing that the man had been wearing hit the growing pile
in front of him. A final thud as one last boot hit the ground, and
Obi-Wan knew his captor was as naked as he was.
Suddenly the Force-touches ceased, only to be replaced by what
Obi-Wan knew was real flesh - a single finger tracing its way down
his butt to the puckered opening to his body. Obi-Wan shuddered
faintly, straining against his bonds as that single finger traced
down the cleft of his ass, not invading, just the lightest touch.
"Who are you? What do you want with me?" He kept himself from
screaming only by the smallest margin, already knowing the answer to
at least the second question but also knowing he had to put up some
sort of fight, even if a verbal attack was all he had at his
command.
The stranger laughed outright, not moving his finger from where it
rested, using his other hand to stroke lightly up and down Obi-Wan's
thigh. "Do you always ask stupid questions when you are about to be
ravished, my squirming young victim?"
Even in his present desperate situation, Obi-Wan could not let that
pass without comment. "How should I know - I've never been ravished
before!" He snarled it out, putting all the venom he could muster
into the retort.
"Well, my little captive of love, let this be a lesson to you -
never be a smart-ass to a man who is about to fuck you." The sudden
threat made Obi-Wan go still under his hands, a chill invading him
to the very core of his being. "Truly", he purred, stroking one hand
lightly down the boy's flank, "I am going to ravish you, my fine
young Jedi - and you are going to thank me for it when I am done."
He pushed against Obi-Wan's anus, not trying to enter, but testing
its resistance to pressure.
"Ah, a virgin indeed - I cannot imagine how you got out of the Jedi
Academy without losing this particular cherry, my friend - either
the Masters are getting slower, or the Padawans are getting
quicker." He stroked the puckered flesh gently, still with that
single finger, massaging and teasing as Obi-Wan suddenly went limp
under his touch.
"I... I... didn't... oh!" He couldn't seem to form a coherent
sentence as that finger pressed against him, slipping just barely
inside. His attacker's other hand rested on the back of Obi-Wan's
thigh, absently stroking the soft skin as he soothed the young
knight with wordless murmurs.
"It doesn't matter what you did, or did not - now, you will. Feel
that? It's just my finger - but it is also an instrument. It can be
used for pain - but it is so very much more satisfying when used to
bring ...delight." On that last word, the finger slipped entirely
inside him, eased by a sliver of Force. Obi-Wan jerked helplessly as
it brushed his prostate, bringing a small explosion of ecstasy
behind his tightly shut eyes.
The stranger forced his finger deeper, and Obi-Wan heard himself
utter a startled moan in response. He felt a wave of satisfaction
from the man above him, a feeling that bordered on erotic glee at
his reaction. With apparent care, his assailant slid his finger in
and out, stretching his tight passage and nudging his prostate
gently, almost as if by accident. Tightly resistant muscles clenched
briefly around the single digit, then Obi-Wan felt them relax
minutely, allowing access. When the movement was smooth and easy, a
second finger was added, and the process repeated until the young
Jedi thought he was going to scream - though he could no longer say
whether in outrage or ecstasy.
The man's free hand roved over his vulnerable ass, pinching it
randomly and then soothing the tiny hurts away. Obi-Wan felt himself
begin to move again, but this time his motions were not those of
panicky escape - against his will, he was responding to the
relentless caresses from the strange hands. "Oh yes, my little Jedi,
yes," he crooned,, "It does feel so good, doesn't it? Let it flow,
feel it - this is of the Force too, you know - just not a part of it
you know very well."
"NO! This isn't...this is wrong...I can't..." Obi-Wan heard himself
heave the words out but he knew his body spoke different ones. He
was arching against those probing fingers, tiny whimpers escaping
him. With one last twist that dragged an agonized gasp from him, the
fingers were withdrawn.
"Can't? You speak a strange and unknown word to me, my lover -
because I know you can." Obi-Wan felt something hot and hard press
against his anus, fitted snugly in the loosened opening, then he
felt the body above him lean slowly, tortuously forward and the
intruder slid into his exquisitely tight heat. "Oh, gods, yes, can
you feel that, young Jedi? Feel me as I possess you, seize you, make
you mine. Feel that hardness taking your body, ravishing your soul."
Obi-Wan bit his lip, stifling a cry as that hard thickness pressed
into him. Almost painful, but not quite, instead the strangely
erotic sensation of fullness. He dimly felt the other man's hands
grasping his hips, the brush of the man's long hair as it tickled
his back but all of Obi-Wan's attention was focused on the invading
flesh inside him. Deeper and deeper still until he felt the heat of
a belly pressed against his backside.
A deep groan vibrated from the chest he could feel pressing against
his back, and the man above him settled his body over Obi-Wan like a
blanket, the weight making it hard for him to breathe, but that did
not concern him nearly as much as how much he felt his body
welcoming the implied dominance. Then he felt teeth settle on the
nape of his neck, worrying the skin there gently and causing him to
arch back into his attacker, his traitorous body begging the demon
on top of him to take him, and take him now.
"Mine, yes, you are mine now, aren't you?" Hissed softly against his
ear and Obi-Wan couldn't refute it. His hips were arching timidly
upward of their own will, begging for he knew not what and he
couldn't stifle a moan as the hands on his hips tightened and the
man upon him, inside him, his ravisher, finally gave him what his
body craved. He pulled out slightly, slowly, before thrusting back
in, hard.
Oh, gods! but that felt good! Obi-Wan threw his head up as the shaft
inside him jabbed at that agonizing spot and threatened to send him
into orbit. A choked scream was forced out of him as his attacker
began to move slowly in and out, a tortuous rhythm that made him
want to howl in agony for the man to move faster. Not to end the
act, but to increase it, heighten it, magnify it. He was loosing
control, surrendering to the man who was violating him - and he was
beginning to love it.
"Do you want me to stop, little Jedi?" Was gasped behind him and all
Obi-Wan could do was whimper, leaning back into the deep lunges as
best he could still tied as he was. Another deep thrust and then the
man stopped, deep inside and he reached up to grab a handful of the
younger man's hair, jerking his head back and Obi-Wan cried out in
startled pain.
"I asked you a question, lover." Lips gently traced Obi-Wan's jaw
and he could hear the other man breathing harshly, trembling with
the effort of holding still. Then he whispered softly, hardly more
than a breath. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Stop?" He breathed out the word. It wouldn't process through
Obi-Wan's brain - he could not imagine anything beyond what was
happening to him right now. His body was on fire, and his mind had
shut down any thought process unrelated to the immediate experience.
Finally it hit him that if the word were taken as a request, it
might all end now. "NO!"
"Stop, no?" Hot breath against his ear and the man started to pull
back, withdrawing.
"No! No, don't stop, don't, please, please." Begging shamelessly
now, Obi-Wan strained against his bonds, trying to hold that hard
flesh within him. The response was immediate. Hard hands gripped his
hips again and the man surged inside, deep thrusts, quickening with
each flex of the man's hips and all Obi-Wan could do was allow it,
even as he pleaded in strangled moans for more.
A grunting laugh floated into his hearing. "Oh my yes ... there it
is...I told you that you would ... beg me for it, my ... little Jedi
trollop." Each pause was punctuated by another thrust into his body,
another layer of fuel piled on to the seductive fires bathing his
consciousness. He knew he was going to burn up soon, die in the heat
of his own shame and desire as he writhed under his seducer.
One hand left Obi-Wan's hip and worked its way beneath his body. The
man managed to wrap his fingers around Obi-Wan's aching erection and
he nearly screamed at the added sensation. Oh, it was too much, too
much, he thought dazedly, his pleading turning into incoherent
sounds of pleasure as the man's rhythm increased yet again, and now
he was pounding into the young Jedi's no-longer virginal body,
grunting his own pleasure with each domineering lunge.
The man thrust hard, hesitated, and then with one final deep plunge
he came. Obi-Wan heard the man scream his name and felt a flood of
unfamiliar liquid heat spurt inside his body. The hand around his
penis tightened reflexively, causing him to cry aloud in pain and
then in surprised pleasure as the man arched his hips a final time,
thrusting gently as his hand pumped the young man's erection with
quick movements until Obi-Wan could no longer hold back. With a last
cry, nearly a scream, he came, shuddering helplessly as the hand
stroking his shaft gentled. After a long, frozen moment, both men
trembling with little aftershocks of pleasure, Obi-Wan's assailant
slowly withdrew his softening erection from him before collapsing at
his side.
The young Jedi lay torpid - movement was a thing of dreams right
now, to be thought of in the future tense. The fact that he was
still bound hand and foot was irrelevant - he wasn't going anywhere
any time soon. He became faintly aware that the man who had just
finished raping him was now moving slowly around him. Opening his
eyes and craning his head to one side, he could see the man getting
dressed, slowly tugging on his boots and donning the white cloak.
When he looked at Obi-Wan and saw that he was awake, he came to his
side and crouched down next to him.
"You were magnificent, my young Jedi. Such sweetness is granted to
mere mortals only rarely in this world - while I doubt that you
thought of it this way, I am honored to be the one who tasted it
first." A gentle hand glided down one shoulder and down his arm. "I
will release one of your hands in a moment, and then leave. The
shielding keeping you from using the Force will be removed when I am
safely away from here. Someone will be told where you are - never
fear, my lovely, you will be rescued." The rope on his right hand
was swiftly untied, and Obi-Wan flexed his wrist and arm, trying to
restore the impaired circulation, feeling pins and needles as the
blood flooded back into the extremity.
The man in white stood and moved swiftly from sight, disappearing
into the surrounding woods and leaving no trace of his passage, not
even a disturbed bush. Obi-Wan stared at where he had disappeared,
feeling the aches and unfamiliar pains in his body and knew that if
he had not had the tangible evidence of what had just occurred he
would have thought it some fever dream or nightmare fantasy. As he
moved to free his other hand, a voice suddenly spoke in his head.
[Remember me, young Jedi - for I shall certainly remember you. Watch
your back, my lovely Obi-Wan. I shall always find you, when you
least expect it. I know you now - and I know what you are and what
you want - and I will be there, to give it to you.] Triumphant
laughter rang through his mind.
Obi-Wan Kenobi knew he had a problem, and shivered.
-finis-
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