Title: Escape
Author: Per'agana (peragana@yahoo.com)
type: ABH
rating: NC-17
Premise: A pair of Sith Lords answer your wish to
escape from your mother-in-law's visit.

Disclaimer: Darth Maul and Exar Kun are George's. The
locations belong to the DC metro area. I belong to me.
I'm only writing this for lust, not for profit, so
please don't sue me!

Feedback: Pleeeeease! This is only try #2 on this smut
stuff-- it's hard!
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You're sitting at your desk, listlessly punching in
refund data in that infernal Unix
database. "Damn refunds....", you mumble, wondering
why anyone in their right mind
would be so stupid as to pay their national trade
association dues *twice*. You grumble
some more, wondering for the umpteenth time why, in
this technological era, you
actually have to write in this data in *pen* on the
stupid form AND put it into the
database. You look at the clock on your phone display.
*Again*. While it's ten minutes
later than the last time you looked, it's still only 4
o'clock. Normally you'd be excited,
ready to leave in half an hour, and on a Friday no
less. Not today, though. Today is the
day your evil mother-in-law descends onto your house
for a visit. She doesn't drop out
of Hell to say "hi" very often, but you don't feel
honored. You hate her, and she fully
returns the favor. You close your eyes, thinking of
Ziggy's "wish I may" story that you
just read. "I wish the Sith could come and take me
away from all this!" you think as
fervently as you can.

Your thoughts are interrupted as the phone chirps at
you. Damn, you think, not that
moron in customer service with another stupid
question. No, you *can't* renew for half
price if you wait half the year to pay the bill-idiots
should try *that* line on the phone
company! "Good afternoon, membership department", you
answer with false cheer.

Not the customer service twit after all, but the
booming bass of Mrs. Retired Southern
Receptionist. The one who thinks "spics" are ruining
the country. You sigh. "The guy
from the mailhouse is at the back door waiting for you
to bring out the new member kits"
she says.

"I don't have anything for them!" You reply with
irritation. You hear her grunt in
annoyance. "Never mind, I'll go find out what they
want." Idiots....they even expect you
to carry the boxes out to them! You stomp toward down
the hallway and fling the back
door open, suddenly mystified. No truck, no
cigar-chomping overweight courier.

A tall figure in a black hooded cloak suddenly steps
around the corner of the building.
You shake your head, thinking you really *have* spent
too much time on the Web
instead of working. "What the....."

Before you can complete the sentence, you suddenly
feel your mind beginning to cloud
and your senses begin to reel...strong arms catch you
from behind as your world
suddenly fades to black.

You come to some time later, and you're sitting in the
passenger seat of your car.
Groggy, your mind tries to focus...last thing you
remember, you were standing in the
parking lot at work, looking at....no, that simply
couldn't be *possible*! You look over,
and your eyes widen as you see Darth Maul confidently
piloting your beloved Infiniti
J30. The two reactions clash in your mind- "Gods, he's
more beautiful than I ever
imagined", and "Does he really have any clue how to
*drive*?!?"

Maul looks over at you. *I think I'm doing just fine
with this vehicle* says his soft,
smooth voice in your head as he hits the accelerator
and drives, well, the way a car like
that was *meant* to be driven. *Did you enjoy your
nap?*

"Nap!" you yell. "You knocked me out and kidnapped
me..." Wait a minute, what the hell
are you saying, you wonder. You've been dreaming of
this moment for so long... "How
did....when did you....WHY are you...." you stutter,
trying to cope with the idea that
you're *really* looking at Darth Maul in the full,
brilliantly-tattooed flesh.

"We knew you were having a bad day. You made a certain
wish...." comes an
unexpected low, quiet voice from behind you. You whip
around in your seat, looking in
mute astonishment at Exar Kun's figure draped across
your back seat. "We couldn't
very well leave you with such ineffectively bottled-up
rage at your mother-in-law's
visit...not when there are *better* options..." his
voice trails off and his emerald eyes
bore into yours.

You shiver, thinking of all the wonderful
possibilities presented by a night with a pair of
Sith....and suddenly remember that you had already
made plans to avoid the Gundark-
in-Law. "Heather!" you blurt out. "I'm supposed to
have dinner with Heather!"

Maul gestures to the phone container between your
seats. "Call her and cancel. You
belong to us tonight", he says menacingly.

You blush slightly. "I don't have a cell phone. I put
my CDs and my "Dark Lords of the
Sith" tapes in there." You catch Maul's bemused
glance. "Yes, dammit, I have a
$40,000 car and no flippin' cell phone. So what??!?"
you glare defiantly at him. It's not
like you're a yuppie, after all...you *did* buy it
used.

"We will have to stop somewhere....", Kun says with
rising annoyance. You glance out
the window for the first time, and get an interesting
idea...after all, it worked with Obi-
Wan!

"Bear to the left after Route 66", you tell Maul.
"Take the on-ramp to the Mall. I'll call her
from there."


Title: Escape, part 2 of 3
Author: Per'agana (peragana@yahoo.com)
Disclaimers and such in part one

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You stride toward the mall doors between the imposing
figures of Darth Maul and Exar
Kun. Now *this* is going to be interesting, you think.
You're waiting to see the hordes of
eager women, turning green with jealousy at your
position between the two Sith.
Unfortunately, you picked the wrong mall at the wrong
time. Nothing but bored male
juvenile-delinquent wannabes and soccer moms.

"The phone's down that hall", you say. "I'll be right
out...." You nervously walk down the
hall, much too aware that anything two bored Sith
Lords can do to amuse themselves in
the Mall is likely to be......noticeable. After you
finish calling your friend and doing your
best not to blurt out the real reason why you can't
make dinner (now you *know* she
won't believe you!), you walk down the hall and get
that creeping feeling that your fears
were well-founded. You hear the unmistakeable
nasty-buzz sound of a lightsaber
followed by what sounds like hundreds of tiny pebbles
falling on the floor.

You run down the hallway and stop short at the sight
in front of you- Exar Kun leaning
against a Beanie Baby cart and telekinetically
pitching the irritating little dolls at Maul,
who is neatly, perfectly bisecting them with his
lightsaber. "Umm, let's go....." you say,
trying really hard not to laugh. Maul shrugs and
deactivates the lightsaber. You
remember that "Trip to the Mall" story on Sith Chicks,
and think of a few other things
you could be doing with him that definitely *don't*
involve Beanie Babies.

*Not here*, he says in your mind. *I think we need
somewhere more ....private for what
we have in mind.* You feel sharp nails rake down your
back-- painful, but infinitely
pleasureable.

*I can think of a couple of places*, you send,
noticing that Maul's hands never moved.
It's amazing what one can do with the Force!

You walk a bit more quickly toward the exit, but Kun
stops in front of a temporary
Halloween store. You cringe as you see the mask he's
holding- a *very* bad
representation of Maul's face. "I think I prefer that
*you* got the movie deal instead of
me", Kun says with a smirk.

You finger one of the mask's rubber horns. "I think
I'll enjoy the real ones....", you
comment, tentatively trying to send him the thought of
your fingers caressing one of the
tiny ones at his temples. You're astonished at the
slow, sensual smile he gives you. "In
time", he says with amusement.

Kun suddenly steps in front of you, clutching a Vader
mask. "And who is *this*?", he
asks.

You roll your eyes. "Never *mind*...", you mutter,
steering Exar out of the store.

He looks around quickly before leaving with you,
noting with satisfaction the large
number of costumes depicting either Maul or Vader.
"Fascinating....", he murmurs in
your ear, "the children of this world seem to prefer
dressing up as Sith!"

You smile. "I think I can understand why", you say,
running a fingernail up Exar's back.

Walking out with them, you remember the Holiday Inn
nearby. Not quite the quality
you'd prefer for a pair of Sith Lords, but at least
it's close.

*That will do*, Kun sends, and you direct Maul to the
hotel. Any worries you had about
paying for the room quickly dissipate as Exar steps up
to the front desk clerk and waves
his hand quickly in front of her face. "Your best
room", he says, followed quickly with
"you don't need to worry about payment", accompanied
by another languid wave.

Key in hand, Exar Kun leads you to the room. You walk
inside, jumping slightly as Maul
shuts and locks the door behind you. "Now", Maul says
menacingly, "you are ours."


Title: Escape, part 3 of 3
Author: Per'agana (peragana@yahoo.com)
Disclaimers and such in part 1
Feedback: pleeease!
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You smile, and reach out to touch Maul. He gracefully
eludes your touch, moving
behind you. "You don't touch us unless we command it",
Maul whispers.

Suddenly, the lights go out in the room. You're
astonished- the fading daylight even
fails to penetrate the hotel's flimsy drapes. You feel
a gloved hand quickly grab yours,
twisting them behind your back. You gasp at the
unexpected pain, struggling in vain
against his tight hold. *What did you expect, a Jedi's
touch? You called out *our*
names, *Sith* names...*, says Maul's soft voice in
your mind.

You stiffen in sudden anger. Yes, you *did* expect to
be well-treated! Maul abruptly
snaps you against him, his free hand running down your
face and neck with the lightest
feather touch. *That's better....the rage is so much
more fitting*, you hear, as his tongue
begins to trace a line of searing heat down your neck.
You moan slightly, as shivers
course up and down your back, nearly drowning out the
pain in your hands and wrists.

You suddenly smile and go limp in his grasp, pivoting
around and sliding to your knees.
You have only your intuition to guide you in the
darkness, but you reach out with your
tongue and connect perfectly to the growing bulge
underneath Maul's flowing silk pants.
Your tongue caresses the silk, calling him to you
through the fabric as you slide up and
down his length.

You feel Maul stiffen, and a low growl issue from deep
in his throat before he jerks you
to your feet. "I told you you were not permitted to
touch", he says, his voice low and
menacing. He suddenly lets you go, and you stagger
backward, massaging your
stinging wrists. You hear him coming toward you, but
the rough touch you anticipate
never comes. Instead, you are flung off your feet by
the Force, and left to hang
suspended in midair. You feel your clothes quickly
snapped off you, and your legs being
forced apart from below. The darkness in the room
suddenly begins to feel oppressive,
closing in on you, and the temperature seems to drop a
hundred degrees. You shiver,
and find to your dismay that you are completely unable
to move, twisting slowly in the
freezing cold air.

You feel slight pressure on your inner things from
several very sharp points that slowly
scrape along your flesh. It's a curious sensation,
perfectly balanced on the knife-edge
between pain and pleasure. *And what do you think of
the real ones now?*, he
murmurs in your mind.

You are only just beginning to realize the sharp
points belong to those exquisite horns
when his tongue suddenly parts your labia, flicking
upward across your skin, filling you
with luscious warmth. His tongue flits lightly into,
then out of your opening, then returns
to your clit, barely brushing the skin. You ache to
pull him closer, but the Force holds
you solidly, leaving you completely at his mercy. You
feel his amusement at your
frustrated whimpers. *I thought you preferred
gentleness...am I wrong?*

"No", you gasp. "No.....yes.....I..." His tongue
suddenly arcs up, wrapping around your
nub. The heat floods through your body as his lips
caress you, his tongue flicking hard
against your clit. His gloved hands grasp your hips,
rocking you in perfect time with his
harsh-yet-gentle sucking. You gasp, teetering on the
edge. His tongue darts into your
opening, and you feel the Force give way. His hands
hold you perfectly, keep you from
falling, yet the sudden gravity forces his tongue deep
within you. Your breath rushes out
in a scream as you come, waves of fire crashing into
you from everywhere as you slide
down into his arms.

You feel hands pulling you out of Maul's embrace.
Reluctantly, you let go and allow
Exar Kun to guide you through the pitch-black room.
You hear the door locks snap and
the door click open, as Kun forces you into the hall.
Against all reason, the hallway is
also utterly bathed in darkness, without even the
comforting glow of the exit signs. He
opens a door, and leads you to a stairway. You stumble
on the first step, trying to find
your footing. Kun catches you easily, and though his
touch is gentle, it feels like fingers
of pain cutting into your skin. "Forward", he
commands. You lurch toward the stairs,
feeling your way up the first step, but the tread
feels like nails under your bare feet. You
reach for the railing, but it seems to sway out of
your grasp. Shivering with fear, you
stagger up the steps. Exar's voice cuts through your
fogged thoughts. "You *can* do
this. Remember what you called us to escape." His hand
touches yours, and the dark
rage within him spills into you, burning away the
tendrils of fear. The anger sharpens
your thoughts, and as you look back toward the
stairway, you see the steps faintly
limned in a reddish glow.

You easily scramble up the rest of the steps. Kun, who
was behind you, is now standing
at the top of the stairs, leaning against the exit
door. His arm wraps around you, quickly
pulling you through the doorway. The bright daylight
nearly blinds you as you stagger
onto the roof, but remembering your success on the
stairway, you fill yourself with the
dark side. Your eyes easily compensate for the light,
and you turn to face Kun. A thick,
dark aubergine silk cloak drapes around his naked
body, and his long ebon hair blows
freely in the light wind. His viridian eyes gleam with
an inner fire as his gaze rakes over
you. His hand slides up your neck and pulls you to
him, his mouth covering yours. You
kiss him hungrily, your hands reaching around his
waist, pulling him closer.

As he breaks the kiss, you suddenly realize you're no
longer standing near the stairwell,
but have moved *much* closer to the edge of the roof.
Kun places his hands on your
shoulders, turning you to face forward. His hands
slide down to grasp your waist, pulling
you tight to his body. Exar's breath is hot in your
ear as he murmurs softly to you. "Trust
is so very, very rare among Sith...do you trust me?"

The mind-fog returns, and your thoughts reel. He pulls
your hips sharply backward, and
your flailing arms grab onto the low concrete barrier
separating you from the precipice.
You feel his hardness brush against you, and despite
the chill air and rough concrete
undher your hands and feet, you arc backward,
desperate for his warmth. He slides
against you as he positions himself, teasing you. You
feel the tip dart inside you, then
you feel the whole length course between your lips,
the tip brushing way too gently
against your clit. "Please...", you moan, your voice
thick with frustration. You sway
backward against him, attempting to reach out with the
Force and pull him into you. You
hear his deep, malicious laugh as tendrils of the
Force reach out to you like eager but
restrained fingers, barely touching your nub, feeling
tantalizingly close yet maintaining
just enough distance to drive you mad with repressed
need. "Damn you, Kun!" Your
voice lashes out with frustrated anger as he pulls you
harshly against him, stabbing into
you. You moan as he fills you, rocking back against
him. You feel the pressure building,
and you cry out as you come, slamming back to meet his
thrusts. He doesn't pause, but
you're keenly aware that he's pleased with you. His
dark energy flows into you,
heightening the pleasure. The pressure builds until
his thrusts feel like one, endless,
perfect sensation, pushing you past the ability to
control your thoughts or your
body-and you're shoved to the edge of the concrete
barrier, your head hanging off the
side of the building, yet you no longer are able to
care. Your thoughts blur, and you feel
yourself completely surrender to him, to the dark
Force. You scream as you completely
let go, not even noticing that the concrete wall is no
longer there, and you're falling.....

You fall onto a cushiony surface, and you immediately
feel strong hands wrap around
you, pulling you against a body that's almost
inhumanly warm. A strong, fierce voice
penetrates your mind, and eases your screams. Your
breathing becomes calmer, and
you reluctantly open your eyes to see the hotel room,
bright from the warm light of
dozens of candles. Black hands with jagged red designs
are slowly moving down your
body, caressing every inch of you. "Maul?" you call
out, your voice still hoarse from
terror and desire. He answers by softly touching his
lips to the back of your neck. You
relax against him, suddenly realizing that you never
truly left this room. It was all a
Force-trick by......you look around for the second
Sith.

Exar stands at the foot of the bed, wrapped in the
dark purple cloak you saw in the
vision. He smiles, and you hear his soft, dark voice
in your mind. *Fear is our ally, little
one. How many times have you heard Maul say it? Now it
is *your* ally...fear, anger,
and power...they are yours to command, now. Yours
forever.* His cloak falls to the
floor, and he gracefully slides onto the bed next to
you. He is even more beautiful in the
amber glow of the candlelight, hard, supple, and
perfectly formed in every way. He
takes your hand in his, running his tongue sharply
against your palm and up a finger,
gently sucking on the fingertip, biting ever so
slightly. You shiver as he slowly begins
working on each finger in turn, and you gasp as Maul's
tongue and teeth begin working
up your neck, sucking on your earlobe. You can't
resist looking at him. You turn your
head just that little bit, your eyes locking with his,
red-edged golden pools of fire. He
pulls you into a deep, ferocious kiss, your tongues
duelling furiously.

You twist your body so that you're completely facing
Maul. He breaks the kiss, wrapping
a hand around one of your breasts. His touch is harsh
and demanding, but he tempers
the slight pain by slowly drawing your nipple into is
mouth, kissing it softly. You feel
Exar slide closer, perfectly molding his body against
yours. His hand glides over your
hips, probing between your legs. His long, elegant
fingers gently part the lips and fold
around your clit, lightly caressing, then more
fiercely stroking you. Maul sucks in your
nipple deeper, his teeth roughly grazing against the
skin as Exar slides a finger into
your dampness. You cry out, the two sensations
duelling each other. Maul pulls away,
quickly moving in to suck the other nipple, his hand
continuing to caress your other
breast. You're so wet you barely notice the pressure
of Exar's finger until he slides a
second, then a third into you, burying his fingers
into you as you grind against him,
moaning deep in your throat as you come.

You lean against Exar, relaxing with the pleasure of
both of them caressing you all over.
"I think she's tired...", Kun observes wryly.

An amused half-smile lights Maul's face as he looks at
you. "Yes, I believe we have
completely exhausted her."

You grin at him, taking up the challenge. Sitting up,
you look down at Maul. "*Now* may
I touch you? I *would* like to finish what I
started...." You lower your head, and rake
your tongue up his hard shaft. You caress his sac with
your tongue, licking up his length
like a spiral, ending with a perfect swirl around the
head. You feel Maul open to you in
the Force, his head leaning back as he absorbs the
effects of your touch. You open into
the energy-link with him, feeling the sensations you
give him flood back into you as you
take his whole length into your throat, caressing him
with your tongue as you suck him
in deeper. Lost in the link with Maul, you barely
sense Exar's hands pulling your thighs
apart, but your eyes widen with the sudden touch of
his tongue wrapping around your
clit, gently suckling you and moving in perfect rhythm
with your lips moving up and
down Maul's shaft. You hear a deep growl well up in
Maul, and you sense he's close to
the edge. You suck him faster and harder as Kun's
tongue enters you, thrusting in time
with you and Maul. The sensations Exar is giving you
bleed into the link, and Maul
snarls, his hand wrapped around your head as he comes
into you, hot liquid spurting
into your mouth. It's salty and acrid, but you don't
mind. You eagerly suck him dry, your
own muscles clenching as Exar's tongue continues to
move within you, spurring you to
your own climax.

You lay back for a long moment, looking from one Sith
Lord to the other. One pale as
bone, the other black as obsidian. Mirrors....each
perfect, yet opposite. Kun grins at
you. *I don't know that I should allow you time to
philosophize about us*, he says in
your mind as he slides his body atop yours. You reach
up and undo the leather thong
holding his hair back (you'd prefer the way it was in
the vision), and his long, black hair
spills over his shoulders. He drops his head down, his
hair sliding sensuously across
your skin as his hands cup your breast, his teeth
nipping just hard enough at your
nipple. "Exar, please...I've had enough teasing", you
cry, your voice ragged with need.

He positions himself on you, rubbing the tip of his
shaft against your opening. His
teasing touch is more than you can bear. You wrap your
legs around his waist, roughly
pulling him into you. His dark energy envelopes you,
runs through you like a lightning
strike as he thrusts into you. You abandon all thought
as he pounds into you, your legs
pulling him deeper and deeper until he seems to meld
into you, his harsh growl mates
with your inchoate moan as he comes simultaneously
with you, burying himself inside
of you. He leans down and kissing you roughly, your
tongues twined together as he
slowly softens inside of you.

Exar slides off you, and lays back on the bed, slowly
relaxing. *You're incredible*, you
send.

*As are you, little dark one*, he responds.

"And so are you", you say, looking over at Maul. He
looks back at you intensely, leaning
over and raking his nails harshly down your shoulder.
You shiver at the sensation,
turning fully toward him. They each so deserve their
own, separate, special time- that,
and their energy is so strong you want to experience
each in turn, to sample and feel
the different, but similar dark fire in each of them.

You reach toward him, returning the action, your nails
raking down his chest. You slowly
begin tracing the designs on his skin with your
tongue, moving up to his face, and finally
wrapping your tongue around one of his horns. Maul
moans deeply, and you pull his
head closer to you so that you can reach the largest
horn at the top of his head. Your
tongue flicks across the base, then you suck the horn
completely into your mouth, your
tongue and teeth flicking across the sensitive base.
He pulls away from you, quickly
sliding behind you. You smile to yourself, slipping to
your knees, your arms extended
straight above your head. Yes, you feel you almost
could worship Maul. Your whole
body tenses, shivers running up your spine as he
slides inside you. His impaling thrusts
are fierce and primal, and you buck in time with his
movements. Your whole body is
sensitive and tingly from fucking both of them and
from their Force-energy. The ferocity
of his movements tears into you, and you're wailing
from the prolonged sensation,
exploding into one continuous climax. Your vaginal
muscles clench tight around Maul,
as he stabs deeper and deeper, and faster and faster
into you, his hot fluid coursing
into you again as he fills you to the hilt.

You fall back exhausted, still feeling the depth of
your Force-connection to both of
them. You cry out their names endlessly in the Force,
tears streaming down your face
from the intensity and strength of the energy flowing
through you, as they both lightly
stroke and caress you. *You belong to us now, little
one*, you hear Maul's voice say.
"You always will", Exar says, his deep emerald eyes
locking with yours.

***Finis!****