Title:  The Dark Within

Author:  Heavenly Angel

Rating:  R

     For Violence, Rape, Beating.  Etc  This is very graphic.  You've been warned.

Type:  AU

Characters:  Darth Maul, Septerra

Feedback:  Please, All Feedback Welcome

 

                                     The Dark Within

 

    Septerra awoke to find herself alone.  She got up and dressed quickly in her leather pantsuit and began brushing her white blonde hair in the streaming sunlight of an open window.  Maul crept up catlike behind her and sprang, pinning her against the nearby window and nibling on her neck.  "Miss me???"  Septerra ran her fingers along his head...  "Of course."  He tipped her chin up and sucked on her tender neck.  "Come on, Breakfast is waiting."  She giggled and followed him in, he was so unique and different.  So caring and yet, yet she knew he required absolute obedience.  Even if she were a free woman he'd demand it.  As terrorizing as it was to know your life rested in a balance that tipped with every wind of passion, it was equally exhilerating.  Each moment needed to be lived to the fullest as it may very well be the last.  Maul later began to teach her the Katas, and they weren't easy, but he demanded perfection.  Septerra tried again and again, over and over, finally successfully completing the first three.  Maul crossed his arms, "Enough.  You will practice those every day for 2 hours until you can do them easily."  Septerra nodded and blew a stray lock out of hair.  It fell back in front of her eyes and Maul brushed it aside.  "The Katas will increase your balance and connection to the force as well as your agility and limberness."  He led her through another door where The Assault Course lay, his voice taunting as he continued, "This will increase your speed, stamina, and strength."  Septerra just stared at it.  The jumps were too high, The spikes to sharp, the bridges to wobbly.  IT looked like a torture arena from Jabba's Palace.

 

    Maul laughed and pushed her forwards, "Perhaps, we should move it off my level to something more suitable for you?!?"  Again, that mocking tone.  He reached through the force and pressed a button and the course changed slightly.  Still, to Septerra, It looked like the impervious course of doom.  Maul walked her through it and showed her how to do it, what to do, when to do it.  And watched her feeble first attempt.  It was pitiful, each move was unsure, full of fear, jarring and unbalanced.  Still, she pulled through and completed it after nearly 5 hours of intensive labor.  Maul smirked as she moved through it, savoring her pain, her fear.  She radiated it outwards and if fueled him.  She finally finished and collapsed at his feet, he stared down at her and nodded.  "Every day, Twice, Starting tomorrow."  He turned and motioned for her to follow.  She slowly pulled herself up and glared at the back of his head.  Twice!!!  Why not just ask for the moon!!!  And so the routine was started.

 

    Meditation, Breakfast, Katas, Assault Course, Lunch, Saber Practice, Assault Course, Dinner, Shower.  Sometimes after her shower she had homework, sometimes she was punished for earlier failures and made to do the assault course again, or the Katas.  Lastly, Meditation and turn in.  Maul held her strictly to the schedule and in time, She was on the Fourth Kata.  The assault course was no longer an insurmountable problem and she focused herself during meditation.  Finally, she built her own saber.  It was an acheivement.  The Soft Purple Blade extended it's strong beam and hummed with it's own peculiar noise.  Maul smiled, she was improving rapidly.  He'd only been pushing her for two weeks.  A slow fire burned through his body and he pushed it away.  It would be better to not be destracted by such feelings.  Forces!  It had been nearly two weeks now and his whole body craved release.  Each move she made called to him yet he refused to act.  The pain of refusal fueled him and he subjected himself to it's cruel grip every day. 

 

    Finally, he deemed it time to raise the level of the course.  It had been another week and the fourth Kata was perfect, she meditated and stayed connected during saber practice and finished the assault course with little difficulty.  She stared at him in disbelief.  Her lips in a grimace of irratable rage.  "Now." , Maul commanded but she just stared back defiantly.  "What?  I'm finally successfull and you add more!  You ignore me except for your commands I do nothing."  Maul stared, his lips parting in pleasure.  Finally, he thought, and his blood rushed hot.  A chance to release some tension.  Septerra paused her tirade, seeing his stance change.  His eyes were wildly ferel and struck cold to her bone.  He crossed the room in 3 steps and grabbed her by the hair pushing her forcelly and face first into the wall.  She cried out in shock and terror as her face hit the cold wood and released a steady stream of blood.  Her fear and pain urged him on and he grabbed her round the neck pulling her up his voice harsh as he clenched the back of her neck, her body still down facefirst were it had fallen, "No is not an option."  He slammed her head downwards and then yanked it back up pulling her roughly from the ground.  She cried out in pain as her hair was used like a handle and tried to stand.  He let go of her hair and socked her in the stomach, the force knocking her wind out as she choked out blood.  His eyes were afire with burning hatred and he grabbed her wrist and pulled her forwards, bending it around till she was screaming in terror and pain.  He held it there as it slowly turned blue, neither giving her the pain of release or of ultimate pain.  He pushed it farther back and the bone slid out of joint.  She gasped, coughing up more blood and reached up with her free hand and socked him in the chin.  He smiled and twisted her hand still farther as though trying to remove it.  The pain he was causing, vanished as her mind blocked the overwhelming sensations.  She kneed him in the groin and pulled away.  He released her hand and she nearly passed out as the blood returned to her veins.  The pain was like no other and she screamed, suddenly his lips were on hers, suffocating her,claiming her.  She tried to turn away but he had already moved on and was biting her neck.  She knew what he wanted but how could he, after what he'd just done??  His hands ripped her shirt open and grabbed at her flesh, bruising it as he fondled it, She tried to writhe away but he was too strong, his body already stradling hers.  She tried to gain leverage but even as she did, he shifted and tore off her pants and spread her legs in what seemed to her a single motion.  She tried to clamp them together but he had all the advantage.  She tried to push him away but he grabbed her one good arm with one hand the other releasing himself.

 

    She closed her eyes and stifled a scream as he plunged into her, racking her whole body with pain.  He was so rough and hard, every pounding movement jarring her insides painfully as her tore at her walls and pressed her mind closer to unconsciosness.  She wanted to drift there, to be anywhere but where she was.  He released her arm and she clawed his back, he was hurting her, so badly as she'd never thought one could feel.  She couldn't breath, couldn't think, couldn't feel anything but overwhelming pain.  She dug in and screamed into his shoulders, her long nails raking into his back as he was tearing into her tender sensitive flesh.  She had never known what it was to hate somone, really hate someone until then.  He seemed oblivious to her pain and fighting him, no, he seemed to enjoy it somehow.  It seemed to fuel him on and she could feel him as he spewed his seed into her.  He pulled away, grabbing her around her already bruised neck and pulled her up into a sitting position with him and kissed her.  She would have bitten him except that he held her jaw.  He looked her in the eyes as she continued to strain to breath, his voice harsh and husky, "Don't ever refuse again."  He let go of her neck and pushed her away.  Like a rag doll.  He stood up and pulled on his pants and left.  He left her there, all alone and broken in the dark as Sidious words rang in her ears over and over again.  "You mean nothing to him.  You are but a cheap toy, a plaything he keeps to satisfy his every whim and desire."  She curled up on her side and cried tears that could not be released as her intense pain kept her from shedding them. 

 

 

    Septerra laid on the ground where Maul had left her for a number of hours.  She pulled the force close about her, healing the wounds she could, some of the scars though, she knew, would never go away.  She slowly climbed to her feet using the wall to help her gain her balance and moved towards her room.  She tore of her ripped clothing and threw them into the fire, She had to get his smell off of her.  She entered the refresher and turned on the hot water.  She stood under the spray, allowing the hot liquid to burn through her body as she scrubbed her skin til it was raw.  She finally climbed out and threw herself into her bed, sobbing.  Some things the brain just couldn't assimilate all at once, some things, it didn't even want to acknowledge.  She sobbed herself into a deep, healing sleep, if only it would last forever.

 

    The morning dawned bright and early and Maul stretched lazily.  He stood up and took a shower, trying to wash away that feeling, some things you could just wash away, the eyes she had looked at him with when he'd forced himself on her wasn't one of them.  He turned off the water and climbed out.  He'd make it up to her, he'd never wanted to hurt her, not like he had anyway, he'd just wanted to prove he could, prove he was still in control.  Now he had, but it didn't thrill him. 

 

    Septerra entered the Training room exactly on time, The last thing she wanted was to irritate her Master again.  He was there waiting and she lowered her gaze to the ground, the bruises still visible from his beating.  She'd healed what she could but it hadn't been enough.  Maul stared at her and his heart twisted within him, She was bruised.  The silence was akward and only broke when her voice, cracked and strained destroyed it, "The Katas my Lord?"  He nodded and she without looking up began to move through them with grace and dignity, what little of it she had left anyway.  The lessons passed and for nearly a week, Maul ached with a longing to beg her forgiveness but refused to do it.  A light rap at his door brought him out of his conflict and he opened it with the force, "You may enter."  Septerra entered and walked over, kneeling at his feet, it was like acid in an infected wound, her voice was soft and pleading as she spoke, "My lord, I am sorry I angered you with my refusal, I, I can never be punished enough for it but please, Lord Maul, don't, don't sever our bond."  Her eyes stayed focused on the ground and Maul blinked in suprise he had no intention of closing their bond.  He realized he'd been shutting the bond down to hide his feelings from her and gently touched her chin.  He pulled her up to him, his voice on the verge of breaking, "I will never close our bond Septerra and You have recieved your sentance and It was cruelly dealt out and it is I who need to make it up to you."  He pulled her close and just the touch of his hand on her arm sent fear and terror rushing through her veins.  Maul flinched , his voice soft and persuasive, "Let me make it up to you, Please, I, I cannot stand this seperation."  She said nothing and he gently unbuttoned her shirt. 

 

    He dropped her shirt to the ground and carried her to his bed, tonight, he would serve her.  Only her.  He knew all her places and though it wasn't easy, Septerra soon found herself warming up to Maul, the fear dissipated in rising waves of desire and pleasure.  He was so gentle, so tender.  She cried out as he entered her so softly, each move made carefully.  She climaxed once, twice, three times and still he held off, He would wait, satiate her fully before taking his own pleasure.  Septerra pushed him down and mounted him, wanted to be in control, complete control.  Maul smiled, He was starting to feel a touch of what she had, Gods he ached all over, strained for release.  His entire body burned for his climax but he pushed it away.  He wanted to hurt, he wanted her to feel his pain and she did, she did and enjoyed it, it spurred her on to higher levels and she came again and again.  Finally she lay across his chest, exhausted and he moved slowly over her, tantalizing her till she cried out for release, he pushed her over the edge and released himself.  Damn, he was exhausted, his body still aching from the strain.  He wrapped himself protectively around her.  

 

    She fell asleep quickly, exhausted by the effort and he placed his hand on her stomach and searched through the force.  She'd bear him a strong child.  He felt out and frowned, she wasn't ripe, for that matter, she didn't appear to be Mature, capable of reproducing.  He pushed through the force harder and stifled the urge to push her away, she rolled in her sleep and he pulled away in the force.  FUCK!  Could things get any worse.  She wasn't going to be capable of reproducing for at least another 10 years and she would outlive him by at least a hundred.  He rested his head on hers and drifted into a light sleep.  He couldn't wait ten years, he'd have to find someone else to bear his cub, a child that would help him overthrow his Master.

 

    The bounty hunter stood before Palpatine with the Bounty and Sidious nodded.  Something stirred in the force around the girl behind the Hunter, something dark and powerful.  Palpatine motioned her forward with the force and looked at the bounty hunter, his voice deep and foreboding, "How much for the girl?"  The hunter swallowed hard and Palpatine  laughed, "Good descision."  The servant handed the Hunter the bounty money and Palpatine gently touched his new acquisition and slowly reached down her shirt, pulling out a brown bag.  He licked his lips and opened it, allowing the golden dragon with the stones to fall into his hands.  He picked up the girl and pushed her into the wall, "Where did you get this young one?"  Armenia swallowed hard and gasped out, "A friend..."  Palpatine pushed harder on her neck and she started to cry, "She gave it to me for another of my friends, She said it was an heirloom.  I need to keep it till I find Septerra,"  At the name Palpatine dropped the girl and connected to the force, Could it possibly be?  Yes oh, yes.  He nodded and turned, "I'll give it to her when the time is right."  Armenia looked hurt but didn't dare argue.  The door opened and Maul entered and looked at the young girl before him, Septerra was boring him and she would make a nice distraction.  Sidious smiled maliciously, his voice full of Myrth, "Lord Maul, Armenia, Armenia, your new master."  Armenia glanced at the tatooed figure before her and grimaced, somehow she had a feeling things were going from bad to worse.

 

    Septerra saw Maul bring in the new girl and her hatred and fire was spurred, she knew the desires of his heart, knew he wanted a child that she could not give him.  But his blatent act hurt and she approached.  Her voice full of pain and despite.  "I'll never have your child!  I hate you!  I will rejoice the day you die!" She slammed her door and went into deep meditation.  Maul looked at Armenia, his smile full of delight, his eyes full of amusement as he spoke to her, "That is your Mistress."  Armenia blinked and he turned to leave, She knocked on the door and waited.  Maul left and Septerra answered the door, her eyes slowly melting as she recognized her friend from Jabba's Palace.  "ARMENIA!"  She embraced the girl, and Armenia stifled a shiver.  Septerra was changed, she was dark, tainted, like the dark one who had left.

 

    Maul slipped through the crowds of Coruscant.  He'd been unsuccessful at reproduction so far.  He wandered aimlessly, he had to be careful whom he reproduced with for Sidious was sure to kill the child if he knew of it's existence.  Maul dwelled on the matter for awhile but no obvious solution presented itself.  Armenia proved to be a fun diversion and soon Septerra accepted her as a part of their lovemaking ritual.  He would take turns with them and both seemed to enjoy the arrangement.  Septerra continued to improve and he deemed her capable of going with him on missions.  He brought her with him to Yaga Minor and the two moved along quickly completing the mission with ease.  Septerra was a valuable tool, distracting to the enemy.  Maul picked up a girl the last day and brought her home to Septerra.  He slowly kissed her and than held her down as she screamed, his eyes fixed on Septerra as he spoke, "Take Her love..."  Septerra blinked and her lips spread in desire.  She slowly walked over and looked at the sweet innocent 13 year old.  She slowly strattled her as Maul held the young one down. 

 

    Septerra tore open the girls shirt and cupped her breasts, the girls terrified screams muffled by Septerra's lips as she kissed the girl.  The girls fear coursed through her veins and a glance at Maul told her he was as pleased as she was.  She prodded the girls tits till they were hard and rocked her hips into the young one.  She sucked on the girls lips and then down onto her nipples.  The girl begged for her to stop and closed her eyes.  She laughed, her body was moist with pleasure as the girl begged.  Septerra traced the young ones skin down to her skirt and tore it off, leaving the girl nude.  The girl shook with terror and Septerra ran her fingers up the young ones thigh towards the girls center as she sucked on her neck.  She girl screamed into Mauls mouth as Septerra inserted two fingers into her vagina, forcing her walls open.  Septerra moaned as the girls screams reached new heights and she pushed into the girls vagina with her fingers harder.  Septerra rocked the girl till the young one was dripping with moistness and then suddenly removed her fingers and slid down.  Septerra positioned the girl so she could lick her opening and inserted her tongue.  The girls struggled hard against Maul and he smiled.  Septerra knew he was enjoying the girls pain as much as she was.  Septerra shifted again, Placing her knees on the girls arms as her tonue and fingers worked the girls folds.  Maul let go of the girls arms and bit Septerra's rear while removing his pants.  Septerra was ingenious and he slid a finger into her warm wet folds.  She moaned into the girls folds and Maul slowly removed his fingers and positioned himself so that he could mount her.  He pressed himself into her hard and worked her into a dizzying climax as she worked the girl.  Septerra screamed in release and Maul retracted, it was his turn.  Septerra moved and took hold of the girls arms, holding her down as the girl squirmed trying to get away from Maul.  Maul pressed into her hard, tearing her walls apart and she screamed.  Septerra let her scream, practically orgasming again with the pleasure.  Maul used the girl and the girl screamed, her lips bleeding as she tore into them trying to keep from screaming.  Maul pressed all the way into the hilt, tearing her body to shreds and the girl began to fade.  She screamed in agony and Septerra covered her lips with her own, silencing her as Maul pressed on before finally spilling his seed into her quickly fading body.  He finished with her and moved on to Septerra.  Both of them fully enjoying their sex as the young girl laid only a few feet away bleeding out as she slowly faded away, her breath growing shallower by the minute.  Septerra screamed out and tore into Mauls back as her orgasm rocked her yet again this night and Maul spread his seed into her, neither one noticing that the girl had died.  She no longer mattered to them.  They had taken their fill from her and it didn't matter what happened to her now.

   

 

    Maul returned with Septerra from the mission and they reported to Sidious.  It was an uneventful meeting, as usual, and things resumed their normal routine.  Maul watched as Septerra arced through the air over the assault course, She was perfect, she was everything he'd made her to be.  It was at once a very satisfactory thought and a very despondant thought.  She'd changed, for the better and worse.  Gone were the days of innocence and happiness, Oh, he'd done his job well and she took almost as much dark satisfaction from others pain as he did.  She was coarse, hard, no longer smooth and pliable but wrought iron and as sharp as glass.  Those eyes, once so full of care, love, and adoration were now full of hatred, anger, violence; their depths only limited by the imagination.  She completed him, what he lacked, the patience, the ability to heal, to forsee, she more than compensated for and what she lacked in strength, speed, stamina, and agility, he more than overcame.  Together they were invincible, apart they were surmountable.  She reminded of him so much of his own master it was frightening.  When in meditation, she took the same pose as he did, Maul smiled, damn, if he could wait 10 years the child they could produce would exceed them, but she was already slipping away.  He had been careful to teach her enough to survive, but she was smart, she watched, she practiced and learned and she was avid.  So quickly she would make her move for power and though Maul was content that he would beat her, she was not easy to foresee and he wasn't sure where, when, or how the attack would come.  Like Sidious, she plotted, planned, and prepared every aspect of a move before making it.  Life wasn't lived with them, it was controlled by them.  All things were like Chess pieces to be moved into the correct spot for the eventual victory.  A loss here or there mattered very little in the larger scheme and each piece was replaceable in their game. 

 

    Sidious slowly took out the regained dragon amulet from Armenia and held it in his hands.  He could feel the power emenating from it and his blood raced.  Carefully he pulled out the other dragon amulet and both lit up immediately.  Sidious placed them together and they fused in a brilliant flash of light, the halo of red emenating from the jewel as it bathed the lone observer in it's bloodlike glow.  A smile slowly cracked Sidious features and he rubbed his hands together, another piece in the game of life had been placed into it's slot.  He placed the Sith Stone on a stand like a light and turned, in time he would make it's powers known but for now...

 

    Septerra entered Sidious domain quietly, she knew she had been summoned but...  The figure moved and she dropped immediatly to the floor.  Sidious cackled that hideous laugh and touched her shoulder his voice almost paternal as he spoke, "Come my child, arise.  The force tells me you are ready to move on yet Maul doesn't teach you."  He paused noting the clenching of her fist, he'd struck a chord, a resonant chord.  He tried to hide his glee as he continued, "Take what is yours Septerra.  Remember where your strengths are and remember that they are also thine own worst enemies.  Patience is a virtue to be guarded judiciously and strenght of mind will always outlive strength of body." He turned and pulled her chin up to him.  "In time, you will call me Master and I will complete your training.  Learn from him what you can and be aware of the call of the force."  He let go of her and turned.  Septerra had felt the tickle in the force and moved towards him.  "You can remove my greatest weakness..."  Sidious turned around and handed her the pill, the pill that could render her permanently sterile.  "Be wary of the consequences, Young One."  Septerra took the pill from his hand and walked off, clutching it.

 

    Armenia stood, crouched on the other side of the door, listening as Maul and Septerra screamed at each other, she didn't dare move out of hearing range, god forbid they call for her.  She flinched as the first crack of skin on skin echoed.  Septerra screamed in pain and she heard a scuffle.  She blinked, the noise died down until the silence seemed more deadly than the noise that had preceeded it.  The sound of a shattering glass nearly sent Armenia into the ceiling and Septerra's voice growled from the unseen shadows, "Go ahead, Hit me.  I'll never give you a child, you'll never have power over me!  I hate you..."  Armenia slid back, hearing footsteps, the door barely missed her as Maul flung it open and stomed out.  He wanted to kill her, so bad, his rage literally crackled in the force and he slid into the darkness outdoors.  Septerra laughed maniacly and walked towards Armenia.  She reached out and slapped the girl she had once called friend.  Armenia flinched and Septerra purred in pleasure.  She hit Armenia again her voice cruel and biting, "It's all your fault.  He was never like that before you came, You little vixen."  Septerra grabbed Armenia and pushed her face first into the wall rendering her unconcious.  She kicked the fallen body and stormed into her room.

 

    Maul hurried through the streets of Coruscant, he wanted to kill, but found no one that fit his desire.  He hated Septerra and something told him Sidious was behind the pill.  Which meant that Sidious was aware that he wanted a child.  No, not really, Maul paused, what it meant, Maul smiled, was that Sidious had sensed that should Septerra bear Maul a child, it would be stronger than he.  Maul's pulse strengthened slightly and he moved forwards again, there was still a chance that Septerra could betray him to Sidious, he knew she craved power.  A stirring in the force pulled on Maul and he turned.  The Jedi Temple, he approached it slowly and looked up, something on the other side flowed freely and called out.  He called on the force and landed on top of the 750 foot high 3 foot thick wall and glanced about for the source.  The garden was lovely even in the moonlight and he listened intently.  The stirring was to the west, he turned, the moonlight shining off the water rippling through the small stream.  The force rippled out and around the lovely red headed beauty sitting by the stream like the water rippled about her dainty ankles as she dangled her feet in the stream.  Maul's heart skipped a beat as the breeze blew the redhead's hair lightly, like a halo about her face.  She leaned back, unaware of any observers and Maul stifled the urge to jump down and take her right there, in the Temple Gardens.  Maul reached out gently with the force towards her and felt, his whole body grew warm, Forces! She was ripe, ready, capable.  Her hand went down and across her womb as he touched her.  She was so sensitive to the force.  Maul probed her mind and she sat up straight, unnerved.  She threw on her sandals and stood up, Ahh, he practically groaned, Serwerenna, Anna.  She would give him what Septerra refused.  Anna's sheilds went up as she felt his probe.  He tried again but her sheilds were perfect, impenetrable.  She turned as he reached out and looked upwards.  Maul pulled the dark about himself and she stood there, uncertain.  He paused as she met his gaze, her matchless green eyes meeting his bright yellow ones.  She blinked and he faded away with one final thought that reached her through the force loud and clear, "You're Mine."  Anna turned and quickly entered the Temple, she ran her hand over her brow, trying to push away the feeling that death had just touched her in it's purest form.

 

    Maul silently reentered the domain and looked at Armenia, she lied face first on the floor the blood still trickling out of her lips.  He knelt down, sensing her life force, he could take her now and Septerra'd be none the wiser.  He picked her up gently and left the building, taking her with him.  She awoke later in his bed.  Maul touched her face and nodded.  She stood up, the interior was different.  She tried to figure out where she was and he grabbed her hand and took her out and down the ramp.  She blinked as her eyes took in the lovely jungle.  So beautiful.  Armenia followed him and he let go of her hand.  They walked down the paths til a large beautiful home came into view.  Maul knocked three times and entered.  Servant girls lined up and smiled.  One, a pretty blonde stepped forward, her voice sweet, "Welcome Back Lord Maul."  She looked at Armenia and Maul nodded and gently kneeled at her feet.  He took her hand and removed the slave ring, his voice unusually kind as he spoke.  "I give you your freedom, Lady Armenia, that you may go where you please with whom you please on the condition that you remain on this planet."  Armenia was too suprised to speak and stood there, staring at her hand as Maul and many of the other girls moved off.  The blonde approached and gently touched Armenia.  "Welcome to his lordships haven.  There is no slavery here, we serve him out of admiration and respect, here, there is no beatings or rape and we have plenty to survive.  There is a small town if you wish to make your own way."  Armenia stared at her and shook her head, "I will remain."  The blonde brightened and hugged the Twi'lek. 

 

   

    Armenia learned much over the next few days.  The other women were kind, compassionate, of varying backgrounds; all joined with a common respect and adoration of their benefactor, Jaquiel Amarak.  On this planet, Maul, wished to be addressed by his birth name, dispensing with all titles.  Here, he exposed a side of him Armenia had never seen before; here he was at ease and content.  His eyes still held no love or gentleness but it was different somehow, more removed, more hidden.  He was soft spoken here, his wants requested not demanded.  Armenia visited the nearby town with Rachella and learned of many things.  She learned of the deaths of some of the servant girls who had been unable to carry Jaquiels cubs.  They'd died during the early terms of the pregnancies.  Rachella remembered the sorrow the girls had had as they had slowly died.  Not for themselves but for the father.  Armenia helped out around the house and began to enjoy her new life.  Their were over 20 servant girls and nearly 40 rooms.  A kitchen, a spa, a garden, it was a private paradise.  The local birds were exotic and their was no want of food or clothes in varying style and colors.  It was a well know event that every night any of the girls who chose too could perform for Jaquiel out of which one would be chosen to grace him in his bedroom.

 

    After three days, Jaquiel Amarak prepared to leave.  He paused and turned to Armenia, his voice soft and his eyes, full of sorrow as he gently took her hand.  "I am sorry Armenia, Septerra, She was much crueller to you than I expected and you were always underserving of that which so eagerly doled out."  Armenia leaned forward and kissed Jaquiel, for once, willingly.  He smiled and brushed a stray hair from her face before leaving.  Armenia remembered their long arguments and mumbled out after him, "Not as sorry as I am for you Lord Maul."

 

    Rachelle approached with a few of the other woman, her voice inquisitive, "Septerra?  Is she a new toy???"  Armenia shrugged, "She was a dear friend of mine when we were slaves on Tatooine.  Maul bought her on a mission I guess as an accomplice.  She's become so evil now."  Rachelle looked up in suprise, "Accomplice?  Then she uses a light sword?"  Armenia smiled, "Yes, oh, they seem to hate one another and when they aren't violent at one another it is because they are joined in picking on someone else."  She turned her eyes downwards, "I mean there are times when they seem to be so close and alike and then others when they are so distant and yet alike." 

 

    Septerra stood out of the Balcony overlooking Coruscant's busy streets in constant motion, It had been nearly three days and there was still no sign of Maul, it was as though he had disappeared.  She stormed back inside and left the rooms arriving only a short time later at Palpatines offices.  He looked at her when she walked in and smiled.  She was beautiful and resourceful, like her mother.  He nodded and Septerra worked for the rest of the day as if she were just another secretary.  She was out getting coffee for the Senator when a new contact showed up.  She re-entered the room to discover one of the most handsome men she'd laid eyes on.  Palpatine smiled , his voice low as he spoke, "Lord Xanatos, my aide Septerra, Septerra, Lord Xanatos of Telos."  Septerra smiled and held out her hand which Xanatos took and pressed gently to his lips, "Pleased and honored."  The hair on Septerra's arm stood on end as his breath brushed over her fingers.  Palpatine watched and the meeting continued.

 

    Throughout the whole meeting, Xanatos and Septerra stared at one another, smiles and winks, waves and wiggles.  Near the end of the meeting, Palpatine reminded Septerra through the force, "Always remember your strengths."  Septerra watched as Xanatos stood to leave and approached gently, lithely.  She caught his offered arm and the two left Palpatine's office.  Palpatine cackled to himself, she was so easy to mold, so willing to embrace any unconventional thought.

 

    Xanatos followed Septerra to her rooms and before long they were both in what could easily have been a compromising situation.  Septerra enjoyed every minute of the copulation though.  It was wrong, so forbidden.  She could almost feel Mauls anger and he wasn't even there.  Xanatos too, unlike Maul, went out of his way to see that Septerra was pleased first.  She rolled over and nibbled on his ear as he slept.  She gently moved over him and kissed his lips.  Gods she would never tire of using him.  She moved him into position and impaled herself.  She rode him slow and easily until he woke up.

 

    Near midmorning, Septerra was just stirring, unlike her lover who had left near dawn.  She awoke instantly sensing danger and her brain switched to alert mode.  She was a second too late though and Mauls fingers closed over her neck as he lifted her up and pinned her to a wall, he could smell what she had done, read it in her mind and on her body.  Septerra laughed, his rage invigorating her, and Maul threw her down on the bed.  Her voice cackled hysterically, "You made me what I am Lord Maul.  Don't you like me as a whore?"  Maul jumped up on to her and grabbed her chin pulling her too him hard and kissing her so hard her already bruised lips bled.  "Oh, Yes Septerra, and I like you in more ways than one."  He moved and flipped her over and picked her up carrying her with him.  She struggled and he increased his grip, bruising her rib cage, she screamed in a rage as he clipped her into the shackles, pinning her arms abover her.  Maul spread her legs and pushed her into the wall.  Septerra started to beg for freedom and Maul pushed her harder into the wall as he pushed from behind her, he bit her neck, drawing blood and his voice rumbled with hatred as he answered her please.  "Shut up you little Cunt and take it.  You're the one who wanted to play this little game."  He pressed into her roughly and Septerra screamed, Maul slammed her hips forward as he cut into her arms with his nails, God's she was still so good, she knew all the secrets, knew how to focus her pain to give him the most pleasure.  She screamed again as he rocked into her hard enough to press her hips all the way into the wall.  He was right, she'd picked the game and damn, the punishment was so bad it was good.  He whipped her after he'd ravished her, the leather strands sinking deep into her skin making large welts where she'd flinched.  He'd flipped her around and fucked her the other way and she'd cried out again and again just like he liked it, "Yes, Punish me, Please, Beat me, Hurt me,  I'm such a bad girl..."  He'd turned her loose and left and Septerra had slipped into the shower to wash up.  Damn she hurt all over but Forces she just loved it when he played rough. 

SPEW WARNING!!!  BEWARE THE DARK SIDE.....  If you are sensitive to slash, gore, violence, and the dark side mixed together do not read this fic.  I am not responsible for any psychological problems you may experience from reading the material enclosed....  ;)

 

 

 

    Maul heard Septerra run the shower as he stood in his room.  DAMN.  No matter how many times he used her, no matter how good it felt, he always felt used, drained, left empty by her.  It was as though she sucked the very soul from his body in return for pleasure.  Oh, he knew she liked it, knew her wants and desires inside and out, the mimicked his exactly.  She was him, in feminine form, with slightly less training.  That was why she left him empty, it was for the simple fact that she had nothing to offer him anymore.  She refused to have his child and had no love or compassion left for anyone.  Respect and Fear kept her in line, that and the simple fact that in some odd sense of the word, she adored him, idolized him more acurately.  He went into a light meditation and then took a shower himself.

 

    Palpatine watched as Maul came in, he was shrouded in black, not just on the outside but on the inside as well.  He reverberated it today.  Maul lowered his eyes to the floor and stood en guarde as the servant anounced the arrival of Lord Xanatos of Tirsis.  Maul recalled everything he'd heard about the man and wondered how in the world it was that he had come to be seduced by a servant girl.  Xanatos gave him the smallest of nods and looked at Palpatine questioningly.  "Are guards really necessary, unless his loyalty can be assured, our business requires prudence..."  Maul looked at Palpatine and Palpatine nodded.  A flick of his wrist and Xanatos throat tightened.  He stopped talking as the clenching became more intense.  Palpatine watched as Xanatos slowly lost the color in his lips, his voice deeply serene and final, "I have never doubted the loyalty of my guard and you would do well not to question my judgement again."  The slightest wave of a finger and Maul released Xanatos.  Septerra entered and bowed to Palpatine before walking over and picking up a notepad.

 

    Xanatos was sill rubbing his throat, yet his eyes seemed glued to Septerra.  Maul allowed the feelings of jealously to course through him rampantly.  Evidently he was not the only one Septerra used all her charms on.  Not a move Septerra made went unnoticed by either Maul or Xanatos.  Oh she was good.  Too good perhaps.  Ought to have been a courtesan, Maul thought.  Another break in discussion about the Trade Federation, Diplomacy ships, rebellions and riots, and some sort of nonsense about droidekas.  Septerra ran the pen down her cleavage softly and Maul smiled as Xanatos's concentration on the moment snapped and shattered.

 

    Later, they left together and Maul knew she would tighten her grip on him; She was going to fuck him every way possible repetively till he was but goo in her palms.  Palpatine chuckled softly as the door closed behind them.  "You didn't tell me you were going to teach her all your skills Maul..."  Maul turned and looked his Master in the eyes.  "She was a quicker study than I thought and seemed to pick it up by sight."  Palpatine smiled and held out a hand.  Maul kneeled at his feet and Sidious passed a hand over his head.  "The mission?"  Maul answered quietly, reverently, "A success, My lord."  Sidious voice was cold, harsh, Maul cringed inwardly though showed not even a flicker outwards.  "You left Septerra here, Why?"  Maul hadn't expected the question, Sidious continued, "And what of Armenia?"  Maul could feel the force ripple about and around His Master.  "I felt Septerra would be a distraction.  I assume she didn't like being left behind, I found Armenia dead when I returned."  Sidious hid a snarl, the slightest tickle in the force, a mere bubble in the flow told him his Apprentice was not being totally honest.  He clenched his hand around Mauls chin and pulled his eyes up, He could feel the familiar tightening of Maul's jaw in response.  The force showed nothing, no fear, no anger, no malice.  His apprentice had measured the cost of such a deception, no matter how minute, and was resolute in accepting his punishment.  His eyes even betrayed nothing.  Sidious brought his hand down hard across Maul's cheek and turned.  The force of the hit sent Maul to the floor and he blinked.  Anger and Pain mixed with fear and dread filled him though he showed none of this to his Master.  Sidious voice spoke the words Maul knew they would and he stifled the urge to strangle the man in front of him. It was not yet time.  "Prove to me You are faithful and absolutely willed to cede to my will."  Maul's voice was soft and deep as he answered in the well cultured tone he knew Sidious wanted to hear, "Yes Master."

 

    Palpatine turned to leave.  Pressing the comm button, he contacted the secretary outside, "I will not be in for the rest of the evening, Darla."  Darla's voice came over as she replied, "Of course Sir."  He turned to leave and Maul followed.  His private courters dimmed as they entered and he sat down in the throne like chair in the middle.  Maul knew what Sidious would require, they had been through this before, but he also knew the penalty for not waiting.  Sidious wanted a complete submission.  His voice was low, gravelly, wanton as he commanded, "Strip for ME..."  Maul obliged, the same old feelings washing over him, Embarrassment, pride, fear, hatred, anger, nervousness, pain.  He stifled them all, he would not allow his Master to see these things again, He would not give his Master that pleasure again.  He let his robe fall to the floor and removed his sash, belt, tunic, and boots.  It was so hard to comply, knowing what was to come.  His pause of only a few seconds caused the smile on Sidious face to expand, his apprentice was truly a piece of artwork.  The pants slid off easily and Maul waited nude for his masters next command.  "The Katas.  NOW."  Maul moved, Sidious watched, entranced, the grace and power possessed by the man in front of him were immense and yet he controlled him.  He was like a snake, weaving, untouchable, deadly.  The sweat dripped down his body, his chest, his hips as he finished the last one.  It hadn't taken him nearly long enough.  He was learning, Sidious thought to himself. He released the feelings that pent up during the workout.  Sidious licked his lips with desire as Maul stared at him.  "Again."  The slightest ripple of a muscle displayed the dislike at the command but Maul obliged and when he was done this time, he kneeled, obsequious.  He had felt it, Knew his Master too well.  His master was hard for him and he knew he himself was tired.  Sidious would sever his connection to the force soon and use him.  Use him and abuse him until he begged, until he had no will of his own left whatsoever. 

 

    Sidious watched as Maul panted, his entire body covered with a sheen of sweat.  His muscles taught with stress and fatigue.  Now his apprentice was not just beautiful but absolutely irresistable.  The command came all too soon for Maul and he followed Sidious to the ROOM.  Sidious knew Maul wouldn't fight, he had learned that the first time.  A second mistake would be his demise.  Sidious strapped Maul to the wall, the handuffs spikes already digging into his wrists and ankles.  Sidious picked up the leather whip and struck, the end wrapping around his abs.  It drew blood as did each of the following lashes did.  The full 50, Maul remained silent as the pain and agony soared through him.  He felt enveloped by his pain, the blood loss futher weakened him and he felt his connection to the force slipping away.  The dark Master watched as the last lash cut deeply into Mauls skin, the slightest twitch of the wounded muscled was the only indication of pain, not a sound, not a release to the force.  Sidious coiled the last slowly as the blood dripped down Maul's body slowly.  One noise and he'd resume the beating.  He released Maul from the bonds and Maul stayed still, his lips twitching as the blood reached his arms again, igniting nerves that screamed in pain.  He reached out with the force and severed Maul's active bond.  Maul's shoulder's twitched in response.  Lord Palpatine moved towards his bedroom and Maul followed.  He wished that his body might give out, that his mind might shut down, or that he might bleed to death before they reached the destination.  It was one thing to be beaten.  He repeated the chant the slaver who had pitied him had taught him in his own mind, *THis is but a body and though I am in it, I am not with it."  Sidious pushed him to the bed and moved him into position, Maul shut down farther, his body responded out of experience not thought or participation.  Sidious fucked him slowly, agonizingly slowly, extending each move to saver the distaste of the man he was using.  He knew Maul was shutting him out and he slowly rubbed the raw skin of Maul's back.  Maul bit his lips, trying hard not to dwell on the pain, not to revive to the present.  Sidious dug his nails into the already torn and bleeding skin and increased his pace.  Maul focused on the bed and started counting threads, something anything to distract him from the present.  Sidious took himself to the edge of climax and slowed down, He would outwait his apprentice, he would hear him beg, hear him scream.  Sidious changed tactics then and grabbed Maul's waiste, flipping him over, he began again.  Maul's lips were bruised and bleeding.  Sidious grabbed his hips and pulled them into himself repetitiously.  He used Maul roughly and as he began to climax, he pulled Maul up and bit him hard on the neck, through the force, he assaulted Maul with pictures, images, emotions, feelings and the overwhelming result, was Maul's slight simple whimper. 

 

    Maul had tried, Gods!  He had lasted longer than ever before but it was too great.  He felt his Master harden within him again and knew he was beaten.  Sidious fucked him now just to show that he could, that he could do whatever he wanted.  That and because he loved to hear maul beg and plead, to writhe in agony.  Maul cried out as Sidious Hand grabbed his cock hard and turned what could have somewhat enjoyable into agony.  The nails dug in and raked his shaft as his body responded to inner stimulation of pleasure.  The mixed sensations coalesced his brain and he screamed in excruciating pain.  Again and again those hands moved, tearing into his most tender spot, he came from the inner sensations as he screamed from the intense pain of those nails.  He begged for it to end then, unashamed of his pleadings.  No longer able to care what was right and what was wrong.  Sidious mouth closed over his sore cock and he bit down gently, rubbing his teeth along it as Maul grew hard again.  Sidious bit him as they climaxed, just enough to sent him into complete incoherent pleas of mercy.  Sidious pulled out then and moved back.  His eyes full of evil, lust, and power as the bolts shot out and enveloped Maul, sending him into moans and spasms of pain.  Sidious voice was hard, knifelike, final, "Never beg for mercy"  A final dose of bolts and Sidious left Maul on the floor.  It was hours after that before Maul reconnected his body and mind to together and to the force.

 

 

 

 

    Septerra slowly rolled over, the unceasing noise from the comm waking her up.  Xanatos stirred from his spot beside her.  His long hard body went rigid as he stretched.  He slowly stood up and answered the comm.  Septerra listened intently but the hushed voices were too soft for her to make out.  She didn't feel like applying herself anyway, her body was tired from their previous excursions.  His lips brushed hers roughly as he spoke, "I'm sorry Septerra, I have to go."  Septerra smiled as he pulled on his pants and then rolled over to return to sleep.  Why couldn't he have just gone without interrupting her rest anyway?  She heard the door quietly click and drifted off happily into unconciousness.  Only two hours later she again was roused by a noise, this one coming in, not going out.

 

    Septerra sat bolt upright, her entire body rigid with nervousness.  She listened quietly beginning to reach out with the force.  It sounded like someone was drunk, or untollerably clumsy.  Another crash echoed through the room.  Septerra jumbed out of bed and wrapped her robe about herself, she motioned for the saber in the dark and it flew into her hands.  She carefully approached the living room and peered in.  She watched as the intruder seemed to stiffen up and go to move forwards, his body collapsed.  Septerra dropped the saber, Maul's force sense calling out to her loudly.  She rushed over and grasped his face, it was taught with pain, pain and something else.  His eyes slowly opened and she nearly cried.  So full of anguish.  His body was moist with blood, tears zigzagging across his body.  His skin was hot like he'd been burned.  She kneeled, sinking next to him, She didn't want to lose him, who could have done this.  She reached out but he pushed her away with the force, his sheilds fully in place.

 

    Maul stared into her eyes, Septerra, the eyes he had fallen for that first night.  So caring, so compassionate, so full of love.  She touched him gently, softly, reverently, like in the beginning and his heart spasmed.  Only at these quiet times did she have that effect on him.  She probed his mind with the force and he sheilded himself.  He didn't want her to know, ever.  Tears welled up in her eyes and she stifled a sob.  He focused himself and reached up to touch her face, he pushed the excruciating pain away and she grasped his hand and pressed her lips to it.  She centered herself, the healing powers he had shown her how to reach flowing through her.  The pain racking his body slowly lifted and she stopped and panted for breath.  She was tired, so very tired.  She stood up and helped him to his feet, he relied on her, used her strength to balance himself.  He needed her at this moment and her heart welled with pride.  She led him to the bathroom and ran a gentle shower.  Slipping off her robe, she gently undressed him and helped him in under the soft spray.  He stood under the spray and she gently cleaned the wounds, her fingers so careful.  He gasped and winced despite her cair and she cleansed them despite.  She turned off the water and slowly dried him and then herself.  He touched her face again, his eyes for once not void or full of anger but full of something else, respect and consideration.  Perhaps the two softest emotions he would ever feel towards anyone.  Septerra brushed his lips with hers and he spread his legs out as she pulled out the bacta cream. 

 

    Septerra dipped her fingers into the cream and paused for a moment, he'd had wounds before but nothing like this.  She slowly began to rub the cream in.  His body shook with each touch out of fear and pain.  She bit her lip and continued.  Three tubs later, he was finished and she gently clipped the last bandage in place.  He kissed her fingers softly and she returned the kiss.  He wanted to hold her, cradle her, make love to her, it had been nearly a year since they had made love.  Oh, he'd used her, but it hadn't been the same.  Septerra turned to leave and he followed, his thoughts.  She smiled, How could he be thinking of that in his condition???  She gently laid down on her bed and rolled over to her back.  He was staring at her, longingly, she spread her legs and arched forwards, wantonly and motioned for him to come forward.  He slowly crawled up her, his eyes intense with passion.  Septerra linked herself with the force and allowed it's healing abilities to slowly flow through her.  Maul kissed her gently, tenderly, his body still racked with pain, but straining as well, with desire.  She was so soft and smooth, he caressed her skin, leaving no part untouched, unkissed.  His gentle administrastrations torturing her fevered body.  She responded alike to him and his body shook, shook with exhaustion and desire.  Septerra kissed him passionatly, full of wonder and love.  He joined with her and they waltzed to their own rythm.  Septerra writhed with pleasure as he made love too her, with her.  His gentle actions filling a void in her sould she'd forgotten she had.  The healing touch flowed through her and gently worked at Maul's wounds, binding the torn flesh of his batterred abused body.  Septerra began to come, her cries of ecstasy pulling him over with her.  She glowed a soft comforting shade of yellow, it was as though their souls had left their bodies and were only now returning.  Maul sank against her, his body spent beyond mere exhaustion.  Septerra kissed him and gently rolled him over, she curled up against him and used the force to pull the comforter over them.  Maul entwined her in her arms and fell asleep.

 

 

    Maul thrashed about wildly, he was mumbling, crying, begging, his body contorted in pain.  Septerra reached for him softly, he was having a nightmare or a delusion.  Some of his most recently and deepest wounds had begun bleeding again.  Septerra brushed his face softly, "Maul, love, it's over, Maul."  His eyes snapped open and the sight caused the hair on Septerra's neck to stand up.  They were bright, filled with hatred and violence.  Rage and Passion mixed with Revenge.  Septerra stifled a sob of terror and felt him shift as he violently grabbed her by the throat and began to choke her.  Last time she had felt these sensations had been when she'd fought him and he'd raped her.  Septerra's body stiffened up and she felt him release her suddenly and throw up his sheilds so that nothing flowed across their bond.  He stood up and left without a word to tend to his own wounds and Septerra watched him idly.

 

    Every time she thought she had him figured out something changed or surfaced.  He was an enigma, capable of so much but so very complex to read or control.  Septerra idly reached down to her womb and felt.  It hurt, it hurt so bad.  Sidious hadn't warned her that the pill would sterilize her but at the same time hurt.  She slowly stood up and move to the bathroom to vomit.  She'd been violently ill since she'd taken that pill and been bleeding out slowly.  Septerra wished with her whole being she hadn't taken it now.  Tears came to her eyes as she thought about the fact that she could never be a mother now.  Septerra straightened up and promptly bent over the toilet again.  Where the hell was her maid?  She bit her lip remembering killing Dahlia in a fit of passion, she'd hated the competition, knowing that Dahlia could reproduce and she couldn't.  Dahlia's kindness had been salt in an open wound but now she missed it.  Dahlia would have cared.  She brushed her hair and downed the spicy brew sitting on her counter.  The liquid fire dulled her senses and she felt her nausea dissipate.  Septerra entered the refresher and pushed away her sadness.  Her womb still ached but she pushed it away, it was a small price to pay for power.  She got out and dressed quickly.  Xanatos had promised to take her out today. 

 

    Xanatos, with all his dark hair and peircing blue eyes.  He was a fun toy and quite powerful, he gave her the adoration and desire she craved from Maul and he was rich and lavish with his gifts and attentions.  He required nothing of her but instead was happy with everything she gave him.  He had been charmed by her wit, amazed by her intelligence, and overwhelmed by her beauty.  It had only taken a short amount of time to seduce him and control him.  Of course, he had no idea she was a slave, with a man like that it would be a great change.  He would feel betrayed.  Septerra curled her lip in distaste.  SLAVE!  She was no mans slave.  Septerra suddenly tore at the bracelet Maul had placed around her wrist and hand.  She used her force powers to melt the clasp and hurled it across the room.  She dressed in a pant suit of black velour and did her hair idly.  She finished and turned around, right into Maul.  Maul grabbed her wrist and looked at it.  Septerra bit her lip and pulled away.  Maul pushed her back and into a wall.  His words more final than any other sentance could ever have been.  "Would you have preferred to never have been enslaved and rotted on Tatooine.  Dead to the force, just another nameless somebody.  Perhaps instead, you would rather have served Jabba forever and his entourage.  I freed you from a wasteland of isolation and brought you to a climate where you could flourish and grow.  You are a slave, to me as I am a slave to another.  We are all slaves to something.  Everyone is controlled by some sort of an aspect of their life."  Maul grabbed her wrist and cut into it with his nail drawing blood.  "I bear my slavery on my body as a sign of submission and since you find the bracelet so unnatractive, so will you."  Maul tore lines in her flesh with his long sharp nails and then stuck her hand down in the sink and poured a deep burning acidic form of ink across it and into the open wounds.  Septerra screamed but then it was over and he released her to leave.

 

    Septerra stared at her wrist and hand which were now crisscrossed with black lines.  She bit her lip and clenched her hand.  There was no way to hide this marking, Septerra threw the brush in her hand and shattered the mirror before storming out.  To hell with Maul.  She moved off towards the restaraunte where she was to meet Xanatos.  Her wrist was no longer bleeding but instead sore and hot.  Septerra entered the reseraunte and smiled, "I am expected at Lord Xanatos private table."  The waiter smiled and bowed, "Of course, Right this way Miss."  He led her to the private box and raised the curtain for her to enter the table.  She sat down opposite Xanatos and smiled.  He stared at her, admiring her youthful form and wild spirit.  Septerra tilted her head and ran her feet up his leg from under the table.  He poured her some wine and leaned closer, smelling her hair.  She smiled and glanced at the menu.  Within a matter of seconds, a waiter appeared and took their orders, Xanatos ordered an expensive veal order and Septerra turned a saucy smile on the waiter.  "I'd like a steak of venison, medium rare, with a side order of malasha and a drink of curacurana."  The waiter blinked, medium rare meat with blood flavored potatoes and rare blood from a  nearly extinct bird on Ord Mantell?  What sort of a creature was the beautiful woman in front of him.  He wrote it down and left as Xanatos stared at Septerra.  She turned her hypnotic eyes on him and smiled, "This is a rare treat for me my lord."  Xanatos smiled and thought in his head, *Medium Rare Even*.  Septerra caught the thought and slowly swirled the wine around with her fingers.  "I like the thrill of a good hunt and conquer."  She licked the wine off her finger sensually and winked at him.