Part I

So how do you go about getting revenge against a Sith Lord? For one
thing, he can read your mind when you don't know he is, he is so quiet that
you would not even hear him if he was standing right behind you. And, he
knows every move you make before you actually make them.

I sit myself upon the edge of my bed, pondering my predicament as I nibble
gently upon the thumbnail of my left hand, staring out to nowhere.

It has been what…three days since he did that to me? And now I want to get
back at him with a vengeance! But what do I do it?

Three days ago, I had innocently come into my room with intentions of
taking a nice warm shower and change my close cause I was a filthy mess
after a raid by one of my fellow clone mistresses' clones. Come to find out
they were "playing" a game of war and I was caught right in the middle.

So after I was able to escape, I went to my bedroom, closed the door and
began stripping out of my soiled clothes, and I got into the shower.

I must have been in the bathroom an hour already when I suddenly realized
that I was not alone, but it was too late – I felt long, strong and powerful
arms wrap about me as I am pinned against the wall of the shower.

Immediately I began to fight, despite knowing that it was in vain; I
thrashed, flailed my arms and attempted to claw at him with my nails. But
then his strong long fingered hand grabbed held of my wrists and held them
above my head against the wall as his other hand explored my body with fiery
hunger.

I could hear his breathing, smell his scent, though he was utterly
silent…Maul. And he is the first of my clones given to me – he speaks for
the others, and he is the one who is the most aggressive of my clones.

His teeth bit at my shoulder, bringing a cry from my lips as his teeth
broke skin, and he suckled at the wound – tasting my blood as he thrusts his
hips against my rear, making his all too apparent arousal known.

He groans his pleasure in my ear, flicking the tip of his tongue against
my earlobe as his wandering hand slips down my belly through my dark course
hair, then into me. He moved his black fingers in and out of me, hitting my
g-spot just right to rip a cry of anger and pleasure to come from my throat.
Then his thumb began to race over my nub of pure skin and nerves, bringing
another cry from mouth.

I writhed between Maul and the wall before me with each movement of his
expert fingers. I fight his hand holding both my wrists above my head,
wanting terribly to turn about and wrap my arms and legs about his waist.

Just when I was almost to the point of release, he removed his fingers
from my womanhood and licked my taste from his fingers as he held me between
him and the wall.

He denied me my release.

Even when I whimpered and begged him to take me, he would not – he held me
pinned to the wall, moving his hips against my rear, making me feel his
burning hardness, the length and perfection of his gender.

Then the water shut off and both Mauls' hands grabbed held of my wrists
and roughly, he pulls me from the shower, out of the bathroom. And I
suddenly found myself landing upon the bed, Maul hovering over me, that grin
on his face as he held my arms above my head, his body between my legs.

I could not talk for his mouth was immediately upon mine, his tongue
parting and plunging into my mouth to touch and play with my own. And as he
kissed me with a hungry passion I have never experienced before, he moved my
arms up higher over my head. Then before I knew it, I feel Maul wrap
something about my wrists and once he was done, he pulled away to kneel
between my knees.

I see the grin on his face deepened and his eyes filled with desire, lust
and mischief. And then it hits me.

Instantly I looked up at my hands and I cried out in rage, as I found
silken black fabric bound about my wrists, connected to the headboard of my
bed.

I screamed and fought the bands about my wrists - even trying to kick Maul
who had remained seated between my legs, but he quickly had hold of my legs
before I could send him flying backward off the bed.

And as he had a powerful hold of my legs, he quickly bound my legs to the
bottom frame of the bed, binding me in place and unable to escape. He stood
from the bed, looking over my flailing, writhing body, my screams echoing
throughout the room, rage in my eyes.

Then, he turned to the open closet, removed his hooded black robe, and
slipped into it. He shined a brilliant grin, turned about and left the room
– the door wide open!

Oh how I was humiliated!! Maul teased me, played me so perfectly like a
violin! And he left me there, tied up and in perfect view of all the people
who happened to pass by the wide open door of my bedroom.

And oooh how my revenge will be sweet!

A plan forms in my mind, he himself has given me the means of his
punishment.

Now, to gather what I need.

I stand from the bed, slipping into a pair of jeans and black T-shirt, and
with my purse and keys, I venture to a certain shop where I can find all
that I will need to have just a little fun.

I returned a few hours later, carrying four bags and three of my clones
carrying in two bags of groceries behind me as I entered the house. And the
first thing I see as I entered the kitchen…Maul, with that damned grin on
his face!

I quickly turned my attention from him, not letting him read my thoughts,
or me for I wear a Force inhibitor set to repel all Force energies except
for my own. Once I show where the grocery bags are to be set, I head to my
bedroom with my black bags.

I finally let myself grin in pleasure – oh only if he knew what he was in
for!!

Part II

I close the door behind me as I enter my bedroom, and I can feel his eyes
burning my back, watching me with that damned grin still on his face. It
enrages me to no end, but I will have the last laugh!

I set the black bags upon the foot of my bed, and with my back toward the
door just incase one of my clones decides to wander into my room with me,
which they do regularly, and I open the first of the four bags.

With a grin, I slip my hand inside, take hold of the first object my hand
touches, and I carefully remove it from the bag.

I let a diabolical laugh bellow quietly in my belly, removing the object
from its packaging and I carefully begin to plan how and when I am going to
use it.

I remove object after object, removing tags and packaging, and one by one
I hide them about the room, creating a map and plan of action for when I
lure my victim into my lair.

I look at my wristwatch as I place the last of my toys in its hiding
place: 7:34 PM – dinnertime.

The plan is that I will be making everyone their dinner, but Maul, my
oblivious and none the wiser victim…er, eh, clone, I will be making him a
special desert.

I grin an evil grin at the thought.

I hear a knock at the door, the knob slowly turns and the door opens. I
then see the head of one of my Maul clones, the one with the witty humor,
and the most polite and unSithly of all my clones.

"My Lady Sythe, the natives are getting restless out here, should I start
dinner?"

I say not a word while I slip out of my shirt as he watches, seeing his
beautiful eyes grow a little wide as he sees my nakedness for the first
time, for I was just wearing a shirt when he came in…and I have not had him
yet.

"Ah, thank you Maul." I finally answer, and then another grin crosses my
face and I move slowly toward him. "Maul, tell me, what do you think…about
this?"

And before he could answer or react, I grasp hold of the collar of his
tunic and pulling him toward me, I plant my mouth upon his.

Instantly I feel his body tense as I wrap my arm about his neck, pulling
him farther into the room, my naked body against his clothed one, but he
does not resist.

He closes the door behind him with the use of the Force, wrapping his arms
about me finally, crushing me against him as we move toward the bed, our
mouths locked together, our tongues in mutual impassioned combat.

An hour passes, the door opens and I step out fully redressed, purring
silently with contentment, Maul still lying listlessly upon my messed up
bed.

I enter the kitchen and to my great surprise, I find a handful of my
clones already making dinner and setting the dinner table with my best
silverware, dishes and glasses – even two black and one red tapered candle
sit flickering in the center of the table.

"Well this is a most wonderful surprise my dears!" I exclaim finally after
watching them at work, leaning inside the doorframe against my right
shoulder, arms crossed over my chest, right foot crossed over the left, a
grin of pleasure on my face.

I laugh as I see the timid Maul clone almost jump out of his magnificent
exotic skin with a silent gasp at realizing my presence, then all golden
yellow and red eyes are upon me.

"Dinner is almost complete, Sythe, all is requited is all persons at the
table." Informs the Maul clone at the stove, stirring something in a
saucepan – he is the cook of my happy little clan.

I look at them, setting the table, making dinner and I smirk cause who
would ever have thought a Sith would do it!

I nod my head, just glancing at Maul – the one who is in for the surprise
of his arrogant life, as he sits in one of the chairs at the table, a
sinister snicker on his face, eyes brilliant with mischief.

Oh if he only knew!

I then turn and begin calling my clones to the dinner table as I move
through the house and outside.

I sense I am being watched as I stand in the front yard, waiting on my
Maul's like children coming in as their mother calls for them. I look across
the street and I see my neighbor looking out her front window watching me
like I am a common miscreant.

"Hi Mrs. Wesley!" I exclaim aloud, waving my hand at the woman who
instantly disappears from sight, the curtain falling back into place in the
window, but I can still feel her watching me as I return inside as the last
clone goes inside.

I shake my head, hoping the old woman sees my distaste of her constant
spying of my home and all those who live within it, as I close the door
behind me.

But the moment I turn from the door, I run right smack into a hard muscled
chest, arms instantly wrapping about me.

Quickly I raise my eyes and find myself looking up at the face of the last
person I wanted to see…until later when he will get his just deserts – Maul,
with that grin!

"What do you want?" I demand angrily, trying to break from his arms, but
to no use.

"You are not angry with what I had done to you, are you my little one?"
Maul questions, that damned grin still on his face and deepening by the
moment as he holds me tightly in his arms, his eyes boring deep into me but
unable to break my mental barriers (thanks to my handy dandy inhibitor!)

I say not a word, but let my anger show through my eyes, upon my face and
through the Force.

My anger – if feeds the Darkside power inside me, making it grow and
envelope me in it's dark warmth.

He dares such impudence! Oh he will sorely regret this!!

"Release me…now." I speak coldly, calmly, my eyes flashing with icy blue
electric charge, my lips hard set, jaw clenched and I can feel the Darkside
fill me and I hold it at its threshold – before it threatens to take total
control.

He mocks me with a laugh.

"Release me now or you will regret it, Sith." I demand, raising my tone
just ever so slightly, feeling the dark electrical charge tingle just under
my skin, daring to break through and do its damage.

He says nothing and instantly I feel him grab hold tightly to the back of
my head, gripping to my hair and quickly his lips are upon mine, savaging my
mouth, crushing my delicate lips under his.

I gasp and fight to break free from his grasp, but it is useless. And then
I raise my hands, grasping hard to his horns.

His lips rip away from mine and he throws me from him with cry of pain,
placing his hands upon his horns as he looks at me with utter black rage.

When I had grab held of his horns, I released the electric energy – Force
lightning, through my hands and into his horns, zapping one of the most
vulnerable places upon his body.

"You will pay for this little one! Mark my words, you will pay!" I growls
in a low vicious voice as his arms drop to his side, his right hand moving
to his hip when he realizes his weapon missing. He growls aloud in utter
black rage, turns about and leaves me in the livingroom. Then he is out of
sight.

"We shall see, my beloved, we shall see."

Part III

Dinner is quiet, but that is normal with Maul…and my army of Maul clones.

I sit at the head of the long rectangular table, and Maul, my first clone,
sits opposite me at the other end. A scowl on his face, he moves his food
about his plate with his fork, taking only a few bites of the grilled
Ithorian fish, salad, Alderaan vesto pasta, bread, wine and water.

"What is it Maul, do you not like what they had made?" I ask with a slight
snicker, leaning forward, resting my elbows along the edge of the table as I
look at him, hands clasped together, my chin resting upon them.

I see a few of the clones raise their eyes, but they sense not to get into
what must be going on between he and I. That of course is a very smart thing
because they would not like what I would say to them at the moment. It is
also apparent Maul had not bragged to his kinsman about what he had done to
me three days ago. Good. Very good.

"Smart move, beloved." I think inwardly, my planning slowly falling into
place.

He raises his eyes, looks at me and glares daggers.

"It seems that dinner is not the matter, now what might it be, beloved?" I
question, trying to hide the sinister grin tugging at the corner of my lips.

He remains silent for a moment and when he could not longer take my
sarcasm, he growls aloud, rises from his chair, pushing it back as he did
so, glares hard at me, then turns and storms from the room.

The others look to one another then me as I begin to chuckle softly to
myself as I sit back in my chair, savoring the look I had seen on Maul's
face…and because of what I have planned for desert. But they continue with
their innocent eating as I rise gracefully from my chair, gathered my dinner
plate, silverware and glasses, and placing them behind upon the counter
beside the kitchen sink, I head into the livingroom where I start a movie –
James Bond: Tomorrow Never Dies, in stereo.

I am feeling a little Bondish this since I am being totally mysterious and
keeping all my plans an utter secret…and I am in the mood for a Bond movie!

One by one, my clones leave the dinning room and join me in the
livingroom, sitting upon the floor, love seat, Lazy Boy chairs, and the
couch about me, watching the movie. I have learned that most of them have a
taste for television – especially movies. And James Bond movies are no
exception.

I sigh softly, feeling the heat of the male Zabrak clone bodies
surrounding me at almost every side, and the hand of one gently upon my
thigh.

I only allow so much touching, but just this once I let it slide – I am in
a wonderful and most deviously sinister mood. And I grin and laugh inwardly
for it is almost time for the fun to begin – just as soon as all my clones
are in their beds, or otherwise too occupied to disturb my fun.

The movie finally ends, and with a false yawn, I carefully rise from the
couch and make my way through the huddled Maul clones.

"I think I will turn in early, and please, do not come and bug me or I
will deny all of you of your night for 4 months straight." I warn with a
serious face, but with my mind, I search for that of Maul, my little Sith
Lord and plaything, through the Force. And I find him silent in mind and
body as he meditates outside in the cool darkness of the clear night.

I enter my room, closing the door with a thud that the others hear it, and
I begin my preparations.

Hours pass, I sit up upon the bed and I listen. I hear nothing but silence
and the chirping of many crickets and the burs of night amphibians. I close
my eyes and letting my thoughts drift along the tidal currents of the Force,
searching for the mind I desire to touch.

I find him. He is alone, unable to sleep, and all others except he and I
are unconscious. I grin a most evil grin and I rise from my bed, slip into
the slinky black lingerie gown, my silk black robe over it. I silently open
the door of my bedroom and make my way down the hall; I enter the dark
dinning room and carefully with great stealth, I open the back door.

Instantly the cool sweet night air touches my hot skin, enters my nostrils
and instinctively, I inhale a deep breath of the rare clean night air. A
breeze comes from the north, making the edge of my robe and nightgown dance
its silken dance about my ankles as I creep my way toward the spot where I
had sensed Maul.

And then I see him, sitting with his legs crossed, broad back perfectly
straight, head held high – turned obliviously away from me.

I move closer, step by step, utilizing the Force to hide my approach. With
a few more silent steps, I am standing behind him, looking down upon the top
of his horn crowned head.

I grin, fingers twitching to touch him – wanting to hear him gasp with
surprise when he feels my touch, not having even known I here behind him all
along.

But I cannot wait - the temptation too great.

I hold my open right hand above his head and slowly, I lower my hand, and
then with my fingertips, I touch the delicate and ultra sensitive skin about
the base of his horn upon the top of his head.

I am instantly rewarded with a gasped groan and with lightning speed, a
black and red tattooed hand grasps hold of my wrist and I suddenly find
myself in his arms, lying across his lap, looking into his burning eyes.

He grins wide, showing his dark teeth, eyes flashing with great pleasure.

"So my Little One, it would seem that I cannot sense you any longer." He
remarks, his intense golden yellow and blood red eyes boring into me,
attempting to seek what he wishes to find. But with little good for he is
utterly blocked from me. "And why is it that I cannot sense you my lovely
little Sythe? And why are you here?"

"I came here looking for you. I wanted to talk to you" I answer, smirking
inwardly that he has absolutely no clue. I turn my eyes from his and look at
my wrist, which remains in his grip, wincing slightly as he tightens his
grip for a moment.

"And so you have found me. Now, what is it that you wish to talk about?"
He questions, almost seeming to move closer to me, his eyes burning ever
brighter – passion growing within them.

I hesitate for a moment, acting the part of a nervous woman who want more
than just to talk.

"I…eh, can we talk about this inside? We can talk in my room in private."
I answer, letting my cheeks, neck and exposed chest flush just slightly and
turning my eyes back to his, I can see his fire for me burning like the
hottest sun, in his eyes.

"Yes, we can talk in your room, but first…" And suddenly I feel his lips
upon mine, this time soft and sweet unlike the fevered kiss that had just
brought a slight bruising to my lips just before dinner.

I almost loose myself in that kiss, but I keep myself in check,
remembering the fun I have instore of my beloved Maul. I moan softly, aware
of the ache that is gradually growing deep within me.

"Damn it! I hate it when he can do that to me!" I think with frustration
as I feel his tongue enter my mouth and begin to dance with my own.

Moments pass and finally he brakes his kiss with a gasp for much needed
oxygen, eyes half closed as he savors my taste upon his lips and in his
mouth.

And as he holds me in his arms, he rises to his feet, his eyes not once
breaking from mine, then he carries me inside, down the hall and into my
bedroom.

The door closes with a whisp of the Force and finally he is in my lair.

"Let the fun begin!"

Part IV

He carries me to the bed, his eyes burning, looking down upon me, none the
wiser of the treats I have instore for him. And as he stands beside the bed,
he carefully sets me down upon me feet, his arms about me, holding me to
him.

He kisses my lips passionately, slipping his tongue between my lips, and
as my mouth bids him welcome, I feel his tongue touch mine. He is hot and
sweet, and so clean, and his scent fills my nose and my lungs with each
breath that I take.

I moan softly, my breath escaping my mouth into his, making my breath his
own. I slowly run my hands up and down his broad muscular back, deepening
the kiss, which grows fiery with passion.

Suddenly I pull back with a gasp for much needed air, my eyes closed,
turned away from him, doing my best to hide the grin attempting to cross my
face.

"Are you not still angry with me, my little one?" Maul questions, finding
his eyes burning brilliantly as I return my opening eyes to his.

"He has absolutely no clue." I think deviously, feeling his desire and
want of me grow with leaps and bounds, and I can feel his hardness pressing
against my belly through our clothing.

I let a soft smile appear upon my face, just the vaguest hint of my
pleasure, playing to role I had planned so well. He is oblivious, and he
will not be able to escape my vengeance.

"Please, lie down, I will be right back." I finally speak, finding his
arms allowing me to slip from his grasp.

"Do not take long, my Little One, you know how I dislike being made to
wait."

I answer with another kiss and he lets me move away from him, and he
watches as I leave him and enter the adjoining bathroom.

I close the door behind me, and leaning against it, I could just barely
hold back the sinister laugh that dares to rumble from my stomach and out my
mouth. I look upon myself in the mirror, my eyes dark with mischief, and a
grin upon my face.

I remain in the bathroom for about five minutes, making Maul wait…which
will make him all the more hurried and wanting me. The waiting and stalling
only makes the vengeance all the sweeter.

I grin evilly, my plan in perfect motion. Then finally, I compose myself,
open the bathroom door and step out.

Immediately I find that the lights of my bedroom have been turned off and
the candles upon the stand beside my bed are lit. I look upon the lit
candles.

"Those will be quite handy." I think, my eyes looking about the room, but
I do not see Maul.

I move toward the bed, slipping out of my robe, laying it upon the chest
at the foot of the bed. The room is silent; not one sound made - not even my
footsteps as I move about the bed.

I go to take a step back and suddenly I feel a bare hard muscled chest
against my back, long strong arms slipping about my waist lips brushing
against my ear as I hear him begin to whisper to me in his Zabrak language.

He begins to run his hands up my sides to my breasts where he cups them,
circling my hardening nipples through the black silk fabric of my nightgown.

I shudder in his arms, gasping softly as he squeezes my breasts, fondling
them sensually. I slip my arm about his neck, holding to him as I place my
other hand upon his cupping my breast.

He continues to whisper, courting me with his soft sensual words and
language. His lips brush against my ear, sending a white-hot charge of
electricity throughout my body, burning my senses, but not my control.

I sigh softly, then carefully I turn about in his arms, looking into his
eyes, finding burning with barely controlled passions.

Gingerly, I turn us about, with his back to the bed, and I slowly, begin
to move him back, step by step, until the back of his legs touches the bed.

His arms about me, he sits upon the edge of the bed, pulling me down as he
goes to lie back upon the bed.

Lying upon his hard hot body, I can feel his hardness against my belly –
hot, hard, and very aroused. I grin inwardly…my plan perfectly in motion.

He runs his hands up my sides, to my shoulders, raising goosebumps all
over my body, bringing his hands to the back of my head where he holds me as
he pulls me down into a deep, powerful kiss.

"No! Not yet! I will not loose control – not to this man, nor anyone
else!" I think as I find myself slipping into his control, my senses, body,
and mind caught in the currents of his kiss, his touch, his body…his heat.

His tongue enters my mouth, touching mine and beginning to dance with mine
in my mouth, tasting me and catching my escaped moan in his.

Quickly I slip from his kiss, from his arms and I stand up from the bed,
panting for much need air, for his very kiss had dared to still my breath
and life away.

I look down upon him, finding his eyes burning more brilliant than the
brightest sun, a grin of pleasure upon his blood red and black face.

"Do I take your breath away, my Little One?" Maul questions teasingly,
leaning upon his right elbow, as he looks upon me with those…those eyes of
his that set my body, mind, heart and soul on fire when I first saw them.

I cannot fake the blush that colors my face, neck and chest, closing my
eyes as I begin to prepare myself for what I have been waiting for for three
days already…my sweet revenge against the most arrogant, powerful and oh so
beautiful Sith Lord to ever be.

Part V

I open my eyes with a grin, and I bring my index finger to my lips.

"Shh." And slowly, with as much seduction as I can muster, I gather the
length of my nightgown about my thighs, raising the gathered length higher,
until he sees the junction of my legs and body. Then my hips and belly. My
breasts, which slip from under the soft, textured fabric with a bounce and
instant hardening of my nipples. I can feel his eyes watch with great
pleasure as I slip my nightgown over my head, then tossed away from sight.

He groans in pleasure.

"So beautiful you are, my Little One."

And without a word, I move towards him, kneeling upon the edge of the bed
one knee at a time, slowly walking myself up his body to straddle his hips,
feeling his throbbing hardness press against my slick womanhood.

I let out as soft moan, enjoying the way he feels beneath me. And I begin
to purr, like a great cat deep in my throat, baring my teeth ever so
slightly as I run my hands slowly, teasingly up and down his stomach and
chest, muscles and ebony and blood skin twitching at my touch.

I instantly hiss between my teeth as he suddenly thrusts his hips against
me, crushing his manhood against my aching, hot slick flesh, almost crushing
the hard and swollen nub of my womanhood with his gender.

He places his hands upon my thighs, moving his hands slowly up to my hips
as I begin to run my claws over his soft skin, bringing a shudder of
pleasure and pain to rake his body under me and a groan to rumble deep in
his throat. His eyes are half closed, mouth open slightly, enjoying his
sweet torture.

But little does he know he is in for more than he thinks.
Suddenly, as he holds to my waist, he shifts his position so that he lies
correctly upon the bed.

"Perfect!" I purr with an inward devious grin, "Exactly where I want him!"

And once he is settled, I slowly lean forward, kissing the tip of his
nose, his cheeks, then his lips. His hands instantly upon the back of my
head to hold me to his lips as his mouth locks to mine and his tongue
devours me of my breath, yet again.

I moan softly, battling his tongue in my mouth, kissing as deeply and
hungrily as he does. And as he kisses me, I slowly slip my left hand
forward, under the pillow near the headboard and I carefully, slowly, slip
my hand back from under the pillow, pulling a length of cold metal chain.

Letting the chain rest upon the bed, I carefully grasp hold of his right
hand, moving his hand over my left breast to the bed where I carefully hold
his arm in place as I utilize the Force to lock the cuffs about his wrist. I
had been fortunate to find chains with fur lined cuffs, earlier on my
vengeance expedition.

I slip my right hand under the opposite pillow, grasping the other chain.
And then innocently I took hold of his other hand holding the back of my
head, I place his wrist in the waiting open cuff and with a click, it
closes…and instantly Maul's lips rip from mine as he suddenly realizes what
is happening.

I sit up from him, finally allowing my grin of utter pleasure slip across
my face as I see Maul fighting his restraints, trying all he can to break
his bonds with brute strength alone.

He roars, his eyes burning with seething black rage as he looks at his
wrists, attempting to utilize the Force to break himself free.

I sit straddled upon his lap, laughing evilly at his plight, my
fingernails clawing at the taught skin of his well-shaped stomach.

"My beloved, escape is futile, any attempt to break them are useless." I
exclaim, grinning with triumph over the Sith Lord who had humiliated me like
no one has ever done before. "I happened to come up something rare in
commodity when I went looking for something to keep you at bay. Adamantium –
the hardest, virtually unbreakable metal found only on Earth, and it is
impervious to the powers of the Force."

"You dare! I shall greatly enjoying your punishment for this unspeakable
transgression against your Lord and Master!" Maul roars, he teeth bared,
muscles tense and hard, his manhood throbbing even greater against my
womanhood.

"And you dare speak to me as if I am a common whore? How dare you! This is
my vengeance for what you had done to me three days ago, and you will share
in my humiliation! I could have sent you back to your creator, or destroyed
you myself!" I return, holding back the ball of pure fury boiling up deep
inside me, my Darkside energies growing and fueling me – a torrent storm of
deadly black lightning and flashes of emotion and memories, and the boom of
pain, passion, love and turmoil.

"And now, take your punishment!" I finish, then I quickly lean forward and
I grasp his hardened right nipple between my teeth, biting just enough to
cause pain and bring a loud groan to escape his hard clenched mouth. I pull
back slowly, holding his nipple between my teeth, feeling the muscles of his
body tense almost to pain. Then I suddenly release and I hear him let out a
moan of pleasure as my mouth surrounds the hard, swollen nipple, suckling
hard, and deep – enough to bring blood to the surface of his skin.

I flick his nipple with the tip of my tongue, hearing him groan again in
pleasure, and suddenly I release him with a pop.

I move to his other nipple first flicking his nipple with the tip of my
tongue, swirling and rubbing my tongue over it, then I close my mouth over
it, suckling hungrily, nipping at his nipple with my teeth playfully.

He fights the chains, wanting to touch me, but unable to for the chains
refuse to break.

Maul groans aloud, his eyes watching me through mere slits, his jaw
clenched as pain and pleasure races though his body like streaks of
quickfire.

I release his nipple, just flicking it with the tip of my tongue as I rise
from his lap and from the bed. I move to the nightstand, carefully picking
up a lit candle, as not to let any escape.

And with the candle, I return to the bed, straddling his hips again,
holding the candle before me…grinning.

I watch Maul, seeing how clouded his eyes are, feeling his very hard and
throbbing gender beneath me – just as he had to me, though he utilized the
Force instead of restraints, for that night, I had forgotten to wear my
inhibitor.

He watches me; the light of the candle dancing about us, setting his
colors on fire, just as his skin is on fire to the touch. And then he
watches as I move the candle out over him, tipping it ever so slowly…then a
single hot stream of molten wax slips over the edge and lands upon his
stomach.

Instantly, he growls aloud, feeling the searing heat of the candles wax
upon his soft skin, the muscles of his stomach twitching as the heat seeps
through his body with lightning quick speed.

My grin deepens and I pour more wax upon him, moving the candle about
above him to make a hot trail of wax over his stomach and chest.

His face contorted in a feral look, his eyes almost closed, lips parted,
teeth clenched, head back as he looks at me with such intensity, that I can
feel what he feels. And I just barely hold back the gasp of pain and
pleasure that surges throughout my body - never once removing my eyes from
his.

With my fingernails, I begin to remove the cooling wax, tossing the pieces
to the floor and once every last piece is gone, I lean down and begin to
kiss where the wax had touched his skin, licking and kissing gently to
soothe his burning skin.

He sighs aloud as the contrasting sensations of fire and water, pain and
pleasure. But I can still feel and sense the seething rage inside of him.

I move my tongue along the details of his muscles and the tattooing of his
skin, running my hands up and down his chest, stomach and sides, feeling
another shudder race throughout his body at my intimate touch.

"Ahh, Little One!" Maul growls, pleasure, rage and pain in his voice.

I nip at his taught skin with my teeth and then lick and kiss the sting
away, moving my lips up to his neck where I suckle, feeling the thrumming
beating of his powerful heart against my lips.

After a short moment, I move up, licking and kissing, tracing the line of
his jaw with the tip of my tongue, to his lips where I quickly flick at them
with my tongue.

He moves to take hold of my tongue with his teeth, but I move just a hair
faster, moving my lips and tongue back down his body as I rake my claws over
his hard perfect body.

His breath is hard as I move down his stomach, kissing each flexing muscle
and about his navel, then I continue my way down.

"YESSS!" He hisses as my lips graze the soft sensitive, delicate skin of
his rock hard gender.

I sit up, looking into his eyes and I grin viscously.

"No." I remark, standing from the bed once again, slowly, teasingly
placing my hands upon my breasts – fondling them as he watches me play my
own breasts, pulling the nipples and squeezing them.

He leans forward, wanting to get closer, wanting to touch me, but he
growls in anger as the chains clench tight and gives no more.

I mock him, laughing as I take a step back away from the bed, running my
hands down my body, over my belly and between my thighs, my eyes watching
him, seeing how much he wants his hands touching me as I touch myself.

My own fingers touch my hard, swollen nub, bringing a gasp to my lips,
making my body jolt, but I do not take my eyes away from him. I slip my
fingers inside myself, my face loosing all composure as wild fiery
sensations race throughout my body, to every single nerve ending as my
fingers touch the inner wall of my womanhood.

And finally, I remove my fingers, my body trembling with raw nerves,
bringing my hands back up my body to hold my breasts again.

It is time, time to finish what I have started…time to claim my total
revenge.

Part VI

I lower my hands to my sides, I move slowly toward the bottom side of the
bed, and carefully, I stand up upon the bed, over his feet, and I look down
upon him.

His body is hard, perfect, eyes burning unlike I have ever seen before,
manhood harder than I have ever seen a man become, and he is already loosing
essence.

As I stand over him, I see him fight the cuffs about his wrists, the
muscles of his arms and shoulders straining and tense. I lick my lips with
anticipation, moving myself to stand over his hips, my body aching to hold
his entire length inside me.

But I will not let him have his way; I am not done with his sweet torture.

As I stand over him, I run my hands slowly over my body, then back to my
breasts where I take hold of the nipples between thumb and forefingers. I
squeeze them between my fingers, biting my bottom lip at the pain, and I
pull them, bringing a moan to escape my lips.

I watch Maul, seeing how his eyes burn as he watches me, seeing how his
body shifts to be nearer, his arms fight the chains binding him to the solid
headboard of my bed.

He growls as the chains holding him snap tightly with a metallic clang,
his teeth clenched, his body on fire and his manhood so hard and so
beautiful as it lies against his tense stomach.

As I hold to my breasts, I hold them in my hands and slowly, keeping my
eyes upon him, I lower my mouth as I bring my breasts closer and my tongue
darts out and flicks the hard red and swollen nipple of my right breast.

I moan deep in my throat as I lower my mouth over my own nipple, suckling
as hard as I can to make my nipples all the more hard.

Maul groans aloud, his mouth open, and I can see his tongue moving in his
mouth, matching the movements of my own as I raise my lips from my breast.

I grin deviously, and move my lips to my other breast, licking and
swirling my hot slick tongue about my nipple, then covered my mouth over my
breast.

I moan softly, as I suckle, and I feel Maul move his legs between mine,
rubbing against the inside of my legs.

Removing my lips from my breast, I flick the tip of my tongue over my
nipple, my breath catching in my throat as lightning-hot fire streaks
throughout my body, but straight down my body, up between my parted thighs.

I let out a loud breath, squeezing my breasts for a few moments, then
begin to move my hands slowly, teasingly down my body.

"Release me!" Maul growls, fighting his restraints to get to me. "Release
me now, Little One!!"

I grin viscously, running my hands down my stomach, over my belly and
down, running my fingers through the dark, coarse hair of my womanhood.

"No, I will not." I exclaim as I slip my left hand between my thighs,
running my fingers between the swollen pink lips of my gender.

But to make the torture all the more sweet, I slowly squat down over his
legs and I carefully sit between them as I lay my legs over his that he may
see between my legs, see my womanhood as I play myself, leaning back against
the footboard of the bed and the pillow lying there.

I hear him breathe loudly as he sees my hot slick gender, his eyes burning
me where they wander.

"Come to me, Little One." Maul exclaims, his eyes intense and burning like
I have not seen before. "Come to me – I want you…I want you now!"

I say nothing, but spread the lips of my womanhood with one hand, and run
the fingers of my other along the outside of my gender, and then moving my
fingers slowly inside my lips, making my fingers wet with my slickness.

Maul watches with great interest as I raise my hand from my womanhood, and
I hold my hand before me, letting him see my slickness upon my hand.

I see him swallow; I can see he wants me closer, sitting upon his hips
again, his manhood deep inside me as I ride him hard and fast; I can see how
he wants my fingers in his mouth, sucking and licking my taste from my hand.

But I return my hand to my womanhood and I run my fingertips over my hard,
swollen nub, gasping aloud at the sensations it causes, and I writhe slowly,
moaning as I begin to race my fingers over my delicate and hard nub of skin
and nerves.

I keep my eyes open the best I can, watching him watching me, seeing his
hips beginning to move just ever so slightly as I writhe and moan to my own
touch.

I slip my fingers inside my opening, moving them in and out several times,
moaning each time I move my fingers deep inside, touching my g-spot, leaning
my head back against the footboard of the bed as my hips begin to rock.

Then, slowly, I slip my fingers from within me with a soft gasp, and
carefully, I rise up to kneel upon my knees and I hold my slick hand out to
him, almost close enough for him to reach me, if he stretched far enough.

But before he could get close enough, I pull my hand back, teasing him,
grinning deviously.

"Oh, do you wish to taste me? To lick my taste from my fingers?" I ask, a
snicker on my face, moving my hand toward him again, only to pull back
before his lips could touch the tips of my fingers. "Tell me, my beloved,
tell me just how much you want me."

He growls, glaring at me as I hold my hand just out of reach, still
fighting the cuffs and chains restraining him, fists clenched.

"Do you expect me to beg? I am Sith – I do not beg!" Maul snarls, his deep
velvet voice hoarse with tension and great need. "Now come here and release
me! I want you now!!"

"Yesss! Beg! I want to hear you beg as you had me!! I want to hear you beg
for release!" I spit venom with my words, holding my still slick hand before
him as I move ever so slightly closer to straddle his thighs.

"I will never beg! And be warned, Little One, though I remain as you have
me, I may hurt you!" Maul threatens, his fists thrashing against his
restraints to break them, but they do not give against his great strength.

"Hurt me? You will not hurt me; you would not now or ever hurt me." I
return and instantly my other hand grasps hold of his rock hard manhood as I
move my wet fingers to his mouth. "Now…beg!!"

He lets out a loud groan, opening his mouth, his tongue darting out to
taste myself upon my fingers.

I allow him to lick my fingers as I move my hand slowly up and down his
hard manhood, moving the silken skin with each move of my hand. I can feel
the throbbing veins, the heat of him in my hand.

I move my hand faster over his gender, bringing a loud groan to escape his
mouth as he continues to lick the slickness from my fingers.

"Yesssss!!! Harder!" Maul hisses through his teeth, his hips moving
opposite of my hand, moving faster as I purposefully slow down.

His head falls back as he rests upon his elbows, clouded eyes half closed.

"YEEEESSS! Faster!!" Maul groans, his body beginning to move under me.

And then, just as I sense that he is nearing his point of release, I
remove my hand from about his gender.

Instantly, he raises his head, clouded eyes looking upon me with anger for
I have denied him his release.

"You stop! Why do you stop? I wish to release!" Maul demands, again
fighting his restrains to no avail.

I do not answer, but grin evilly at him as I sit straddled over his
thighs.

"Why do you stop? Answer me!!" He growls at me, baring his teeth in sexual
rage.

I only laugh, throwing my head back, as I take my hands and place them
upon my breasts, teasing him as I begin to fondle and squeeze my breasts
before him.

I then rise from over him and standing to my feet once again, I take the
candle in my hand and I straddle his legs, staring into the dancing flame
for a moment before I lean back and begin to pour a stream of hot melted wax
over my breasts. Instantly a loud gasp escapes my mouth, the hot wax
stinging my white delicate and sensitive skin, but not burn.

Maul watches as I pour more over my chest, holding one breast at a time in
one hand as I pour hot wax over my hard red nipples, hissing through my
clenched teeth as the fiery pain and pleasure it brings races throughout my
body, setting all nerve endings aflame.

He groans deep in his throat as he watches, seeing how my eyes cloud with
pain and pleasure each time hot wax comes in contact with my skin. But then
his breath catches in his throat when I move the candle and the wax spills
upon his hard, erect manhood, searing the silken delicate skin with its
heat.

His head falls back, all his muscles tense almost to pain, but he holds
back the cry of utter pain and total pleasure that sets his entire body
burning hotter than the hottest star.

I pour more hot wax upon his manhood and stomach, his back arching as if
wanting more – more pain that is also pleasure.

Slowly, I lower my hand and I begin to smear the hot liquid over his body
before it hardens. I can feel every muscle of his body hard and tense but
slowly loosing their tightness as I move my hands over his body. Thus, I
begin to pour more over his body – manhood, stomach, and chest – following
the beautiful blood red and black patterns of his skin.

His groans grow louder, his pain threshold all too apparent. He could take
much more and survive.

He hisses through his teeth in pain and pleasure. And suddenly, I raise my
eyes and I find him looking at me – his eyes burning with a fire I have not
seen before – a torrent storm of catastrophic proportions, and his face is
deadly serious.

"Release me…release me now." Maul speaks; his voice low and deep, all
muscles in his body relaxed to give the impression he is of no danger – but
he is! If I were to release him now, he would be on me quicker than the
blink of an eye, his hands about my throat as he slams his body inside me to
release. That I cannot have.

" I know your tricks, beloved. I better than to let you go…to let you
finally have the release I have denied you.

And with that, I grasp hold of his manhood, wax and all and begin to
slowly, torturously move my hand up and down, pulling the soft skin that
bares the same pattern as his nose, but black over red.

Maul just barely holds back the growl that rumbles from deep inside to his
throat and instead a loud groan of great pleasure escapes his slightly
parted lips.

"You want to release? You want me to pay you until your essence covers us
both?" I question, slipping my other hand to grasp hold of the soft
roundness just between his well-muscled thighs. And another groan escapes
his mouth as I begin to massage and gently squeeze his swollen roundness as
I move my hand just a hair faster over his solid and throbbing manhood.

I slowly lower my head as I hold his gender in my moving hand, my tongue
flicking the tip of his manhood and I instantly taste the fluid that is
already beginning to slip from him.

I swirl my tongue about the head of his manhood, moving my hands over his
sex, hearing him groan more and more frequently.

Carefully I lower my lips, letting the now slick head of his gender in my
mouth, flicking and rubbing my tongue over the head, and along the ridge
just behind as I lower my head a little more.

He is so hard, hot and soft in my mouth, move of his length and hardness
filling my mouth, running my tongue over the hard, throbbing veins
underneath.

Slowly, I begin to move my head up and down - letting his manhood slip out
of my mouth until the head and I take him back in, suckling hard and deep as
I begin to move my head faster.

"Ahhh…yesssss!!! Faster!" Maul groans, his voice hoarse and strained, his
hips beginning to move to match my every downward movement, taking more of
him into my mouth, filling my mouth with his gender.

I comply with his demand, moving my head and hand faster over his gender,
his hips moving faster inturn. I can hear the chains clinking as he fights
his restraints to grasp hold of my head to keep me there.

I move faster and faster, his body tensing as he again nears his point of
no return. I can already taste a steady stream of his essence in my mouth,
burning me with its heat.

He is so close to release, his head falls back, eyes almost totally
closed, mouth open and the muscles of his body move and flex as I move over
his manhood.

And just at the point as he is about to finally release, I remove my hand
and my mouth from about him and I stand up from the bed. Looking down upon
Maul as he instantly begins to thrash upon the bed, fighting the chains and
cuffs about his wrists with all his might, black rage taking over as the
Darkside of the Force fills him – intensifying his rage and strength. But
for all it is worth, the restraints do not give.

"YOU DENY ME YET AGAIN!!! YOU SHALL PAY WITH YOUR LIFE WITH THIS!" Maul
roars with utter Darkside rage, his eyes on fire with hate and total rage,
teeth clenched and bared as his face contorts to that of what I had seen as
his predecessor – the true Maul had as he fought the weak and unworthy Jedi.

I only laugh, licking his seed from my lips as I take hold of my black
satin robe, and wrapping it about me, I blow Maul a kiss then turn and I
leave the room – the door wide open for all to see. And as I leave the room,
and make my way down the hall, I can hear him roaring my name.

Now that is how you get your revenge on a Sith Lord!!

End