NOTE: Just some totally plotless smut. Not to be taken seriously, but,
hopefully, enjoyed. :-) Oh, and this is a het fic. No slash in this one, but
maybe next time. ;-)

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You can't believe how careless you were. Okay, so they were Jedi Knights who
captured you, but still. You're not a novice at this. You've been doing this
for years, since you were fourteen. Acting as a courier for Auta hasn't made
you wealthy, but it certainly hasn't made you stupid either.

Sure, you knew Auta was dealing in goods stolen from the Jedi Temple, but
that wasn't your concern. If the Jedi weren't smart enough to keep an eye on
the stuff that was being smuggled out of their Temple by some of the more
unscrupulous of the thousands of non-Jedi who worked within the Temple, who
were you to care.

It wasn't like the Jedi were feeding you, were they? It wasn't like the Jedi
were there when your parents kicked you out of their hovel back on Emon
Prime and told you, at age thirteen, you were old enough to make it on your
own. Where were the high and mighty Jedi then?

They didn't travel with you on one of those stinking transports with all the
other hopeless drudges looking for a better life somewhere out in the
galaxy. Weren't there as you fought off the pervies and the druggies every
night. And they certainly weren't there when you landed on Coruscant without
a credit to your name and had to scrape and scrap and fight for everything
you now call your own.

No, but Auta was there, may the demons of the lower levels of hell praise
his name forever. He gave you a place to sleep, food to eat, clothes to
wear, and he didn't even try to fuck you. All he wanted was for you to do
some little odd jobs for him here and there. Deliver a message here, pick up
a package there, nice, easy stuff. And he gives you a lot of money to do it.

Therefore, you don't ask any questions. You do as you're told and life is
sweet. That it, until these two Jedi nab you as you stroll out of the
Outlander. They don't even give you a chance to kick up much of a fuss. No,
slick as sweat they grab you and tie a blindfold around your eyes. You cry
out and you even hear some people ask what is going on.

"Jedi business," you hear one of them say.

After that no one bothers to protest as you are dragged away. You stumble
between them, but both of them have a hand on your arm to keep you from
falling. You walk a short distance, then they take you up a flight of
stairs. You hear a door slide open and you are taken inside. They sit you
down in a chair.

"What are the charges?" you ask.

"Be silent," one of them says. It's a young voice. Sounds close to your age.
"We'll do the talking here."

"Look, you can't hold me without telling me what the charges are."

You feel someone move close to you, feel their warm breath on your cheek.

"I don't want to have to tell you again," he warns you. "Be silent."

"Not so rough, Padawan," you hear the other Jedi say.

His voice is older, with an accent you would find pleasant if you weren't so
pissed off.

"She needs to learn some respect, Master," the younger Jedi says. "Stealing
from the Temple! It's sacrilege."

"Hey," you cry, "I didn't steal anything."

"No, but you helped," the young Jedi fires back.

You sigh behind your blindfold. This is going nowhere. You wonder if,
despite the fact you can't see a thing, you could make a run for it. You're
pretty sure the door is just to your left. Then you shake your head.

Yeah, right, you get out of there, blind as a bat, and make a clean getaway
away from two Jedi. Might as well shake your ass and hope gold falls out of
its crack as think that will happen.

"So, Master, what do we with her?"

"She's the key, Padawan, to finding out who's behind this little burglary
ring. The Council instructed us to find out who's the head of it, apprehend
him or her, and shut it down for good."

"And you think she knows?"

"Possibly."

You frown. So that's it. They want you to go stoolie and turn in Auta. Your
firm your lips. Well, you won't do it. They can do whatever they want to
you, but you won't turn in the only living being on this godsforsaken planet
who gave you a chance.

"I have a feeling, Master, she's not going to tell us a thing."

You got that right, braid-boy. you think angrily. They can torture you all
they want, even try and use that Jedi mind trick thingy on you, but it won't
work. You won't tell them a thing.

"You're focusing on the negative, Anakin. Be mindful of your thoughts."

You hear the young Jedi snort softly as if he has heard this before. Then
you hear the older Jedi move across the room. You can tell its him because
the young Jedi is on your left, standing next to the chair you are sitting
in. You can feel his body heat.

"What is your name?" the older Jedi asks you.

You shake your head from behind your mask.

"Who do you work for?"

You yawn as if you are just waiting for a speeder bus to come by.

"Master," the young Jedi sighs.

"Patience, Anakin. There are ways and there are ways to get her to talk."

You stick your tongue out and you hear the young Jedi laugh softly next to
you.

"Don't encourage her, Padawan. Now, are you going to answer my questions?"
he says to you.

You again shake your head no.

"All right. Suit yourself. Pick her up, Anakin."

You feel both Jedi grab your arms and lift you from the chair. Then, before
you know what is happening, they are taking your clothes off.

"Hey, what gives?" you cry as they unfasten your tunic and undo your pants.

"The Jedi don't believe in torture," the older Jedi says. "But, as I said
before, there are ways and there are ways."

You struggle behind the darkness of your blindfold. "Wait, wait, you're not
going to...to ravish me, are you?"

"Ravish?" you hear the young Jedi laugh. "I thought people only used words
like that in romance-holos."

"Anakin."

"Sorry, Master."

"No, we're not going to...ravish...you," the older Jedi says. "But we are
going to make you talk."

They have you completely naked now, but their hands are gentle as they lead
you over to the bed you had glimpsed earlier. They ease you down on it and,
tenderly, but securely, fasten your hands to the headboard of the bed with
wrist-cuffs.

Then you feel them cupping your breasts. You gasp at the sensation of having
your breasts massaged at the same time. You arch your back, pushing your
breasts towards their hands because it feels so good. One nipple is being
rubbed and pinched, the other rolled gently between hard, strong fingers.
You gasp as your nipples began to swell and throb.

"Oh, gods, oh, gods," you whisper.

The two Jedi remain silent as they continue to knead and fondle your
breasts. Then you feel your lips being teased open by an insistent tongue.
It is the older Jedi. You can feel his beard scraping across your skin. You
resist for a moment, enjoying the feel of that tongue across your lips, then
you open your mouth. His tongue slides swiftly in, swirling and thrusting
into your mouth.

You feel a hand move away from your breast. It travels, slow and gentle,
down your stomach, over your thighs and onto your mound. Strong, hot fingers
slide between your lower lips. They pulse inside you, reaching, probing,
stroking. You lift your hips and move your pelvis in time to those fingers.
Soon you and the fingers are moving as one.

The older Jedi eagerly swallows your muffled cries of passion. You gasp for
air but his mouth will not let you go. Meanwhile, the fingers inside go
deeper; seeking, then finding that special place hidden within you. You moan
and spread your legs further apart.

You feel one of your nipples being seized as it is taken inside a hot wet
mouth. It is the younger Jedi. You moan and squirm. Finally the mouth on
your lips lifts a bit. You take in a deep lungful of air, gasping and
panting. Then you feel the older Jedi's lips descending hungrily on yours
again, his tongue ravishing your mouth.

His mouth finally leaves your lips, slides along your cheek and onto your
neck where he sucks and bites at your shoulder. You shudder. Then, heart
pounding, you feel not just one hand, but two hands between your thighs. One
is rubbing your clit. The other hand still has his finger deep inside you,
curled into just the right position. The finger strokes and strokes and
strokes that special spot deep inside you, while the other finger steadily
massages your clit.

"Oh, gods," you gasp.

Your body is shaking now and you are on the verge, the absolute brink, the
veritable edge of total, overwhelming bliss. The two hands stroke and rub
away at your mound; the younger Jedi's mouth is still latched onto your
breast, suckling eagerly, lashing his tongue across the throbbing nipple;
the older Jedi's mouth is on your neck; biting, nipping, sucking.

"Oh, sweet holy gods," you cry out.

Tears well in your eyes and, when you climax, you scream and the scream
explodes from out of your lungs as your body spasmodically jerks with orgasm
after orgasm as those hot, wet hands work over your body. Over and over,
your hips jerk wildly against the bed and your wetness drenches the hands
that are still stroking and rubbing your mound.

Finally, after your last mind-shattering orgasm, you lie on the bed,
breathing harshly in the darkness behind the scarf, vaguely aware that those
two hands are slowly caressing you, soothing you. You feel your thighs being
parted and realize you are now being penetrated. A hand wraps about one of
your breasts, squeezing and teasing as you feel someone thrusting his groin
forward as he slides his cock into you. You can't tell yet if it's the
younger or the older Jedi.

Then, his thrusts slow and rhythmic, the Jedi begins to move in such a way
that you can feel the hard friction of his cock against your clit. You
squeeze your inner muscles tight around his hard, long shaft. The Jedi
grunts again, then gyrates his hips in slow, insistent circles against you.
You take a deep shuddering breath and lick your lips. You move your hips in
response and soon the two of you are moving in synch.

Ummm, but it feels so good! You realize it's been a long time since you've
been fucked so deliciously. You've had some lovers since you arrived on
Coruscant, but they were brief little flings. Most of the men you meet on
the lower levels or in Auta's little cabal are either idiots or so whacked
out on dust, they might as well be idiots.

But, this Jedi, whoever he is, the younger or the older one, is sweet and
hot and hard and, you think, gods, if this is the way all Jedi fuck, Auta
needs to have more stuff stolen from their Temple so that more of them will
come out looking for him.

You hear a deep, low grunt followed by the shooting of hot seed deep into
you. The Jedi thrusts inside you, over and over, emptying himself
completely. He slowly withdraws from your body, then you hear him collapse
on the left side of the bed, his breathing harsh and quick.

In the next moment, the Jedi who had been lying on your right moves on top
of you. You are so wet inside, he easily slides his cock into you. You feel
him open you wide. You moan softly. Then a low, pleasantly accented voice
speaks from the darkness behind your scarf.

"That's it, Padawan," the older Jedi urges. "Show her the true nature of the
Force."

Ah, so the first Jedi was the older one. This is the younger one. You smile
and lift your legs, gripping his slender hips with your thighs. You thrust
your pelvis up against his; fine, subtle movements that are designed to
stimulate that special spot deep inside where his cock rubs.

He matches your movements perfectly. You hiss, your fingers clenching the
headboard, your arms straining against the wrist-cuffs. You move your body
against his; slithering, writhing, your buttocks wriggling and arching.

Your body strains against the bed as you fight for breath. Then, with a
long, strong scream, you explode. You shudder wildly, your body climaxing
hard and fast. Then you hear the young Jedi above you release a great cry.
He jerks hard against you, his pelvis slamming into yours. He fills you with
his seed as he thrusts into you, over and over.

"Sith, Sith, Sith," he hisses, his body smashing into yours.

Then you feel him fall heavily to the side of the bed as you listen to his
deep, harsh breathing. The older Jedi places his lips against your ear, his
beard tickling the lobe.

"Now, will you tell us what we want to know?" he whispers.

You shake your head numbly. They will have to torture you all night, maybe
even a dozen nights, before they will get one iota of information out of
you. You smile happily at the thought.

The End

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