Author: Tam Chronin AKA Mary Alexander

Rating: NC-17

Feedback: always welcome and sometimes begged for. No begging this time though, if you like it you like it, if you don't it's still therapeutic for me.

Warning: You are now entering the darker depths of the author's mind, and if you can't handle that don't read this. Trigue's past was rough...and her "salvation" wasn't much better. The word "twisted" comes to mind.... There is some f/f slash and bondage in the second part, if that squicks you please skip that part. (Or skip the whole thing if you want…it’s no skin off my nose. I warned you it would be twisted, what do you expect from the Dark Side?)

Archive: Sith Chicks, if anyone else wants it let me know and I'll probably jump for joy as I'm shouting "YES!" over and over again. (Aren't you glad you live on the *other* side of this screen?)

Disclaimer: The litany...I don't own it. I only wish I did. I don't make any money from it. I only wish I could. I don't want to step on anybody's toes, so please don't step on mine. A lawyer would look at how much I have and laugh...even a poor lawyer. Please leave me to my fantasy world, my version is just getting comfy. :)

Notes: Many thanks go to Siduri for her encouragement…without her I would have given up on this part of my series.

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I had grown up on Coruscant with one major question burning in my soul. What's wrong with me? I couldn't even ask "Why me" anymore, it hurt too much to think about it. If Coruscant were the shining gem of the galaxy, I had to be the crack that no one would admit to. I was the failure rate they said was going up every year that no one could fix. Dead end job after dead end job. Loveless relationships that followed one after another until they blurred into each other. I was dead but still walking, a drone following a pattern to the depths of despair while inside I raged that nothing could be done.

Damn him! There were no scars to be seen from the outside, but if souls could be seen.... I was damaged on the inside and no one could see that. No one wanted to see that. If they did they'd have to help me and I was more trouble that I was worth. I was worthless after all, so that went without saying. Around and around my thoughts went...worthless and helpless and hopeless. How could they not see? Were they all stupid? How dare they dismiss me like that?

Dismissed. I had missed too much work again because my daughter was sick. They had no choice, they needed someone who would be there. I was so worthless! They just threw me away, disposable employees. I walked up to the door and unlocked it, almost laughing.

There was the echoing sound of emptiness. I could feel it, my home had been abandoned, my child stolen again. There was the note. Your child will get the best medical care and emotional support. We will train your child to be the best and save the galaxy and we only want the best for you and your child. There they were again, telling me what was best for us. I couldn't take care of my baby right so they would do it for me and I was supposed to feel grateful. Who had given permission this time? Ah, my parents. Last time it had been my husband--when I had still had one. It didn't matter, I couldn't fight them this time any more effectively than last time. What was wrong with me? Didn't I want what was best for my children? Like any of them had any room to talk!

Rage brought on another flashback and this time I couldn't stop it. Mom wasted on the couch with glassy eyes. Her boyfriend naked and chasing me down...my ex-husband naked and chasing me now. Do you know what kind of trouble you'll be in if you say anything? You lying bitch! No one would believe you. Don't breath a word.... Do you want them to lock me up and you'll never see me again? It would ruin my life if you told. You'd be put away and never see anyone you know...so just play along dear. Forgive me?

I blacked out in terrified silence. I awoke to utter destruction. Two shadowy figures stood in the corner where my floor lamp should have been. The twisted metal frame of it rested at my feet and I picked it up easily to defend myself with it. The taller figure rushed me and danced around my attack easily. I reached deep within myself for that strength I knew I could call on, but it didn't make a difference. Within minutes the broken lamp was slapped from my hands without having done any damage to my opponent.

"Do you still doubt that this is the one?" The other figure spoke in a soft alto voice, stepping closer to me.

"She is unskilled," came the deep reply from the one who had fought me.

"So were you, my apprentice. I am looking for potential, and this one has plenty of it."

"Excuse me," I said, glaring back and forth between them, "but who the hell are you?"

"We are the ones who will give you your revenge, child. I heard your cry and I am here to show you the way."

"Pretty words, but that doesn't answer my question."

"I am called Darth Torn, this is my apprentice Darth Arvak. We are Sith, mortal enemies to the Jedi who decimated our numbers thousands of years ago. We keep our numbers small so as not to be discovered while we bide our time to see our enemies fall."

"I don't much feel like biding my time right now, so if you'll excuse me..." I walked toward the bathroom, dismissing them. If they were going to kill me I wished they'd just get it over with. It didn't matter much any more.

"Don't worry, my pet. We have no plans to kill you." Darth Torn stepped out from the shadows and into the light. She was a woman with gray eyes and black hair, plain and beautiful at the same time, but with a dark aura of power that couldn't be denied. As she slid off her dark cloak and stood in street clothes I felt like an Amazon next to her, she was so small and slight of build. Somehow I knew that she could snap me in half without breaking a sweat. "We want to train you, to bring out the glorious rage and hone its bright edge. You have the gift, and you deserve better than what you have been given."

Arvak towered over me, walking to me and grabbing my shoulders. "You would be a fool to deny my master, you have yet to understand the great gift being offered to you." His voice was smooth and cultured now and I felt my knees melting. I wanted to see his eyes...to know the secrets I knew had to be hidden behind them.

A flash of smile and he was on the other side of the room. I struggled to maintain my balance. Torn chuckled and I jumped, on edge for some reason. "You have until tomorrow," she said. "Then you must have all your affairs wrapped up--one way or the other."

I didn't like the sound of that, but before I could assimilate the information I was alone.

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One day they drove me too far and instead of lashing out all I could do was withdraw into myself. I crouched in a corner, curled into a protective ball while Arvak spat on me and called me useless. He stormed from the room and I was left with silence as my only companion. I thought I was alone and I sobbed into my arm and bit myself to bring on the physical pain that helped so much.

I was slapped across the face, hard. Torn's gray eyes met mine as I looked up. "If you crave pain you never have to resort to such measures. I have so much to teach you, but I can't do that when you are like this."

"Fine, so leave me alone. I'll die somewhere else where you don't have to bother with me." I glared at her and sniffled.

"Get over yourself. I recognize your pitiful cry for attention. I have done the same thing myself. You have my attention now, so come with me."

She didn't give me a choice, she grabbed a handful of hair and yanked me to my feet. I lumbered awkwardly behind her, bent over and trying not to stumble. If I did it would really hurt!

We arrived at her suite of rooms, as she opened the door she called for Arvak. He arrived quickly, almost stumbling in his effort to please. "I want you to undress her while I run a bath, then you may leave."

"Leave? Why? What's--" Arvak was clearly confused by this twist.

"Are you questioning me, Arvak? I thought you had learned your lesson the last time. Don't tell me you have forgotten over the last century..."

"No, Dark Mistress. Forgive me, I was only surprised."

"That's better. Very well, you may stay in the bedroom, but send her to the bath as soon as her clothes are removed."

"Yes Torn," he said as she walked away. The door closed behind her and he turned to me with a soft, almost kind smile. "It seems you have a new lesson to learn before you learn to fight. I suggest you relax and enjoy what you can of it."

He didn't say another word as he slowly slid my clothes off. It was incredibly sensual, especially the look in his eyes as each inch was revealed. I tried a few times to ask him what to expect, but he only smiled and continued his work. Too soon I was naked and he gestured me toward the door Torn had left through.

There were candles everywhere, they were the only illumination in the room. A bathtub on a raised dais sat in the middle of the room. The tub was filled with warm water and flower petals. Torn sat in the tub, covered by the multicolored petals, and gestured for me to join her. I hesitated for a small moment before I joined her, but somehow my feet found their way to the water. The tub was huge, with enough room for at least two more people to join us comfortably. I'm sure my eyes were huge as I took in the opulence of her bathroom alone.

"The rewards of the Dark Side are not limited to revenge against your enemies. You seemed to crave that so much that I thought the best way to tap your potential would be by giving you the physical skills you will need, but there are other things you should learn."

"Other things?" My heart began to beat faster and I felt slightly lightheaded. I wasn't sure if it was the steam from the bath or the look in her eyes that made me feel that way.

She smiled and my heart skipped a beat. "Pleasure. What good is power if you don't know how to enjoy it?" She moved closer and took my hand. "You must know all the rewards of the Dark Side in order to appreciate it fully." She leaned toward me and brushed my lips with her own in a soft kiss.

I felt a thrill run through me at the silky contact. The petals in the water brushed against my skin as the water moved from in between us. Then her skin pressed against mine and her cheek was pressed against mine. Her breath caressed my ear and I could feel myself melt against her. "Your beauty will be eternal," she whispered softly. "You will be powerful, and that will make you free."

She wrapped her arms around me and her breasts slid over mine. She tilted her head to the side and I felt her mouth open against the sensitive flesh of my neck. Her teeth nipped teasingly at first, then she bit with an intensity that sent a shock through my body and made my toes curl. I gasped at the pleasure the pain brought. I felt more than heard her low moan as she sucked against my artery. When she finally pulled away I was surprised to feel that the skin hadn't been broken and my blood had not been feasted upon.

Torn pulled back slightly and grasped my hand. She kissed my palm firmly, then placed it against one of her breasts. I couldn't believe how soft the skin felt, how light and delicate and...soft. I had never felt anything like it. I gently explored the flesh she offered to me, reveling in the new sensation. I hesitantly brushed across her nipple, staring as it crinkled into hardness. She sucked air and her head tilted back, eyes half closed. Almost in a trance I bent lower and took the nipple in my mouth.

"Oh gods..." she moaned softly. I wrapped my other arm around her back and held her to me, easily keeping her in place. She writhed in my embrace as I suckled and nipped at her breast. Her black hair floated behind her in the water like a dark halo, and her gray eyes glittered almost gold in the candlelight. I could no longer resist, I began trailing kisses up her body and brought her face up to mine. Before I could think about what I was doing I pressed my lips against hers and slid my mouth open. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and it was eagerly met by hers. It was a kiss of equals, meeting rather than dominating one or the other, and the tender gentleness made my heart ache. It was passion-filled, but sweet, and I lost myself in her.

“Stop,” she hissed on a shaky breath. She inhaled sharply and pulled back, then repeated herself in a more commanding tone. “Stop, there are other lessons to learn here.” Darth Torn turned toward the door, then I felt something shift within my mind and Darth Arvak stepped into the room.

“It is ready, Dark Mistress.”

She stood and exited the tub, Arvak gently rubbing a towel over her glistening skin while I watched in envy of the towel. I followed soon after, and Arvak gave me the same gentle treatment. My knees grew weak and I felt like his hands trailed fire over my skin even through the thickness of the towel. I never knew such attention could be so sensuous, the only time I had been pampered in any way in the past it had been an apology, an act of contrition to cover up the abuse I had suffered. This felt much different--on all levels.

Torn guided us into the bedroom and Arvak went directly to the bed. He sprawled, spread-eagle, and waited patiently. Torn gestured and restraints smoothly clasped his wrists and ankles. My nemesis was helpless before me and I felt a heat around my heart that I had never known. Torn came up behind me, pressing her hot little body against mine. “Do what you will with him,” she directed in a whisper as she caressed my ass with her dexterous hands. I quivered beneath her touch, torn for a moment and unsure what to do. Almost on their own volition my legs began carrying me toward the bed, toward the man who had pushed me and ridiculed me and made me look like a fool in front of our Master.

With lightning speed I moved to the head of the bed and slapped his face as hard as I could, repaying him for all the frustration he had visited upon me in the weeks before. Then without hesitation I kissed him, deeply and passionately, almost begging inside for his response. His tongue replied with equal passion and all my barriers came down in that moment. I had power over this man. I had never had this kind of power over anyone. That was what I had been waiting for.

Our eyes locked and I felt what he felt. The sensual burning of his cheek where I had struck him. The throbbing of the blood rushing to his roused penis. The lust inspired by seeing me in the arms of his beloved Master. The newly fulfilled longing to see me freed to meet my potential and the lust that alone inspired. Most of all though, I felt the secret desire he had carried around for me from the moment he laid eyes on me and knew my strength.

Force! I wanted to fuck this man raw and bring him so far under my power that he would be forever mine. It was a short eternity that we spent linked to each other’s minds, and I knew what I wanted to do to him first. I raked my fingernails down his chest, then back up until I had hold of his erect little nipples. I pinched them almost cruelly and he bucked and moaned against me. *I* made him buck, *I* made him moan. I chuckled at the heady feeling of power, then clamped my mouth over one nipple. It was rock hard and salty, the feelings this action of mine inspired were much more intense.

I knew what would bring me more power over him still. I crawled backward down his body until his crotch was mouth level to me. What a glorious thing his penis was, something I had never appreciated on a man like this before. For the first time I saw beauty in the design of a man's genitals, a raw primal beauty that drew my lips almost of their own accord. My tongue snaked out to lick that beautiful penis and taste the salty flesh.

It was so smooth, like satin, and it fairly danced under my tongue. Arvak couldn't hold in his growl of desire, and I felt every measure of that desire and held back no longer. I wrapped my lips around the head and slid my mouth firmly up and down the shaft, licking as I went. His moans became stronger as he fought to hold back.

From behind Torn pushed my legs apart. She lay down between my knees and pulled me down until her mouth reached the hungry mouth of my vagina. I moaned around the dick in my mouth, almost losing the rhythm I had been trying so hard to build. For the first time I used the lust to tap into the Force and that gave me the ability to keep doing him while I appreciated what she did to me.

She drove her tongue deep into my vagina, filling me more than I thought a tongue could. In and out, in and out, her tongue was just barely enough to have my muscles clenched from wanting more. She moved her tongue then to my clit, hitting it just right so that an explosion of sensation rocked my world for a moment. She grabbed my ass with one hand and thrust a finger deep inside my vagina with the other hand, pulling the finger out on my next up stroke with Arvak. From there she matched my rhythm, thrusting in and out with first one finger, then two, and finally three as her talented tongue hit my clit with every in and out. I don't know who picked up the pace, but soon we were all moving faster and faster without messing up the timing for an instant. It was like a giant heart beating, each chamber knowing exactly when to pump and how fast to pump to keep up with the other chamber. Arvak was screaming for all of us as the sensation built of its own accord into something like music, something like a heartbeat, and something like a taste of death...

Arvak's warm semen shot to the back of my mouth, finally releasing us from lust's thrall. As one we shuddered and I held the sperm on my tongue, exploring the salty, tangy taste. It was acidic, but not bitter, somewhat like I was discovering Arvak himself to be. As I swallowed the semen caused my throat to itch a little, and that little discomfort brought me to awareness of the other little things I had managed to keep out of my mind. The bottom of my tongue had started to cramp and my lips were slightly numb, not used to this kind of activity. It wasn't unpleasant for some reason though, it was just a reminder of what we had shared.

"This, my young apprentice, this is what the rewards of the Sith are about." Torn's voice was pleasantly sleepy as she crawled up the huge bed and released Arvak. I slowly crawled up there too, finding myself the filling of a Sith sandwich. Arms wrapped around me and raised secondary thrills of sensation throughout my entire body. "This is why we push you so hard, we want this for you."

"I see," I murmured softly against her shoulder, fighting to keep my eyes open. "I could use the Force this time, Master."

"I know, I know." Her eyes closed for a moment and I thought she was drifting off to sleep. I almost followed her when Arvak brushed his lips against my ear and whispered to me that I wouldn't want to miss this.

"Miss what?"

"Your name."

I know my name, I thought in drowsy confusion.

"Your Sith name," Torn smiled at me, opening her eyes slowly. "From now on the name Darth Trigue will be yours to strike fear into the hearts of our enemies."

Trigue. I liked that.

Updated 8/2/01