Title: Sweet Revenge
Author: Raven Ostego
Achieve: Yes, anyone who cares to go right ahead
Rating: NC-17 for language, sex, and violence
Summary: Me and a few friends help me get some much needed revenge on someone who, well, hurt me in ways I dont even need to discuss in this fic. So just sit back and enjoy. I know I will
Disclaimer: Maul, Thrawn, Fett, Xizor, etc are not my creations. I am not making money off of them though I would gladly pay them if it would mean a night with any of them. *sigh* Oh well
Feedback: RavenOstego@worldnett.att.net



      I sighed loudly as I went over my e-mails from Sith Chick. It was so nice to see that some Internet friends actually had a care for my fragile feelings. Anger and frustration crackled through my brain like lightning. Id trusted Drake with all of my deepest secrets. For the last 2 years he had been an older brother to me. Then he toys with my emotions in a way the Drake I had known never would. And then, after further investigation, I saw that he had just been leading me on this whole time, playing my heart like a violin. I would have given my life for his. Thats the last time I care that much for someone Ive never met. I shut down my computer, smiling slightly at Darth Mauls voice playing as windows closed. Perhaps I just should never care that much for anyone

I sighed again, then crawled into my bed. My eyes searched my room, wandering over my endless Star Wars collection (my fan fiction illustrations, my Fett & Maul shrine, my Thrawn and Xizor figures in erotic positions around my Mara Jade figure) then turned out my light. Tired from the mental anguish of the past week, I closed my eyes and fell to sleep almost instantly, wishing that there was some way to pay Drake back for what he had done

I awoke to the feeling of a severe chill running up my spine. Something told me that I was being watched. I opened my eyes in little slits so that whoever was watching me wouldnt be able to tell that I was awake. But subtlety was thrown out the window once I saw that I wasnt in my room anymore. Bolting upright I stared wide-eyed around the room. A velvety-smooth voice came from the corner of the room.

Ah, good. Youre awake. Holy Shit. I knew that voice. I heard it every time I exited windows. Slowly I turned my head to gaze at Darth Maul. An evil grin spread across his tattooed face. Dont look so surprised my dear. You read about this sort of thing all the time on the DMEB.

But those are just I mean I didnt think I mean I could never have hoped that Maul stood and walked over towards me. He placed a gloved finger on my cheek. Calm down little one, he whispered. You dont have to explain. I already know what youve been thinking.

I shivered slightly under his gaze, knowing that at that very moment he could be reading one of my many fantasies about him. He coughed slightly to get my attention. When you think about those sort of things, it makes them more obvious for me to see. Please think about sex with me a little quieter, would you? I blushed and nodded dumbly.

So what am I doing here anyway? Amazingly, I had found the power of comprehendible speech.

For many reasons, but mostly for your revenge. Another spine-tingling smile came from Maul, setting my senses on edge.

But why are you helping me? I asked as I rose from the bed. I felt the light brush of sating against my thigh and looked down. Holy fucking Gonk, Im still in my nightgown! Slightly panicked, I grasped onto Mauls shoulder before I could keel over. He put his hand on my waist to steady me.

Because we want to help you. Weve read all your stories and we would like very much to be of assistance to someone as unique as yourself. I shuddered again, but not from fright this time. Then it hit me.

 We?

Oh yes, I should have mentioned that before. Im not the only one on this ship. Fuck, I hadnt even been swift enough to realize I was on some huge ship.

So, who else is helping me?

Why dont you come with me and you can meet them.

Can I change first? I glanced down at my revealing black lace nightie.

No. I have a feeling they would all prefer that you came as you are now. With a grin, Maul clasped my hand in his strong, gloved one and led me out of the room.

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As Darth Maul walked with me down the corridors of what I believed to be a Star Destroyer, I kept wondering if in the next second I would wake up. No way this could be happening. This had to be a dream, albeit a very realistic and definitely pleasant dream, but a dream none the less. Maul turned to look down at me.

Believe me, little one, this is all real. You will come to accept it in time. Though your caution is admirable, it is also unnecessary. I just nodded deftly and continued to walk with him. Not as if I had a choice, though. His hand had not left my wrist once since he had dragged me from my room. Of course, I didnt really mind

The Grand Admiral wishes to see you now. I sprang back to real life and noticed we were standing outside of set of blast doors, guarded by stormtroopers. This way, little one. The troopers stepped aside and the blast doors opened, leading to the command deck of the ship. My breath caught in my chest as my eyes met the glowing red eyes of the one and only Grand Admiral Thrawn.

Ahhhh, welcome my dear, spoke Thrawn coolly. The pale blue being stepped closer to me, pure power radiating from his body. I trust you slept well? I nodded. Damn if I wasnt making an ass of myself. Wonderful. Come closer, let me look at you. At any other time and in any other place, Id have made some remark about how I was not some trinket for mens enjoyment. But somehow staring up at a Grand Admiral that didnt exist on the deck of a ship that didnt exist made it difficult for me to come up with an appropriately sarcastic response. So instead I brilliantly decided to step closer.

Thrawn circled me slowly, his heels clicking in a sharp staccato that seemed to emphasize his purely militaristic presence. His burning eyes raked up and down my body, examining me like one of his art holos. He came back to face me and smiled. Exactly how I pictured you. You may relax, my dear. Were on your side. No need to be frightened. I exhaled the breath that I only just realized Id been holding and smiled up at the Grand Admiral.

Im sorry, Im just finding all of this hard to believe. I mean, youre only from books, and Maul here is just a character from a movie. You two arent even in the same time period and-

Shhh, my dear. The Admiral placed a finger on my lips to silence me, eliciting a loud sigh from me. Youre thinking too hard. Why cant you just accept what you see? Youre experiencing it, arent you? Every sense, sight, smell, touch, taste, tells you this is real. What else do you need to know? True, you and I are from different realities, but your writings have caused a bridge between the two, allowing this to be. Darth Maul stepped up behind me, trapping me between him and Thrawn.

The others have requested her presence, Admiral. Thrawns eyes left mine and glanced at Maul, an action I could only pick up from the slight movement of his head for his glowing red eyes had no pupils.

Yes, of course. I will see you later then, my dear. Bowing, he kissed my hand, his lips cool against my burning flesh. Maul led me from the deck as I continued to look back at Thrawn with lingering disbelief.

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Alright, where are we going now, Maul? I had finally found my voice again. But the way things were going, I wasnt sure how long that would last until I was hit in the stomach by another fictional but unbelievably gorgeous character.

His Highness wishes to see you as well. Shit! His Highness? Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!

Um, you mean prince Xizor, right?

That is correct.

FUCK! The last thing I need now is pheromone wielding sci-fi hotty!

The Raven I know can handle him in many ways. Maul chuckled, a distinctly unsettling sound, but still quite sexy. He brought me to a pair of elegant doors and punched a code into the data pad at the right. The doors whooshed open, revealing a plush room the definitely did not belong on a star destroyer.

My God this room just screams Falleen Pimp I shook my head, mentally preparing myself to face his Royal Reptileness. I stepped into the room, my bare feet immersed in ankle-deep feathery carpeting, on the verge of ticklish, which seemed to be heated to boot. Over to the left on an over-stuffed maroon couch sat Xizor, a vision in purple and gold robes. My jaw almost hit the floor.

Raven Ostego, I presume. Xizor motioned for me to sit next to him. It was then that I realized that Maul had left, and the doors had closed behind me. My mind raced back to one of my fanfics and I worried briefly. Collecting my nerves, I walked over to the couch and gracefully sat next to him, trying my best to look conservative in my damn nightie. I was so going to start wearing flannel pajamas after this.

Hello Xizor. So nice to meet you. I shook his hand, trying not to flinch when predictably I felt the electric shock of arousal shoot through his skin to mine.

But we have met before, my little assassin. Dont tell me youve forgotten that so quickly. He flashed a sharp-toothed smile at me, no doubt recalling the end of my several stories containing him. Yes, they all ended with me in bed, on the floor, or pushed up against a wall with him.

That was just a story, Xizor. It wasnt real.

It was as real as I am, wasnt it? He had me there A strong arm draped around my shoulders and I jumped slightly, moving to the side.

This isnt why you wanted to see me, is it Xizor? Oh yeah, changing the subject, how subtle. No, I wasnt nervous. Nope, not me

Actually, it was on my agenda. But youre correct, I also intended to discuss the revenge that you desire so strongly.

What makes you think I want revenge so badly?

Youre here, arent you? Score two for Greenie.

Alright, fine. Maybe Im a little mad at Drake

Mad enough that Maul sensed you all the way in another galaxy and brought you here to convert to the Sith, that is.

WHAT? I nearly fell over. Me? A Sith?! Holy

I suppose that means that he hasnt told you yet. Only after he retrieved you did he realize who you were. So the four of us decided to help out our favorite assassin.

The four of us? Mental role-call! Lets see now, Weve got Xizor and Maul, my favorite multi-colored sweet talkers, Darth Maul, the sexiest Sith alive, and Fetts here too?!

Hes not here at the moment. Hes out hunting this Drake that has hurt you so much. I couldnt help but think how surprisingly sweet of Fett that was. Not the sort of thing you expected from a ruthless bounty hunter. A device next to Xizor beeped and he turned his attention to it. There are PAGERS in the SW universe??! I thought. It seems you will be able to meet Fett after all, Xizor said smoothly with a touch of disappointment in his voice. It seems he has just arrived.


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Oh my Lordy on a bicycle. There it was. Slave I. The site of oh so many of my smut stories. Its only rival was the Infiltrator. Then an odd thought hit me. Why do all the bad guys have phallic-shaped ships? I snickered to myself, half at the idea and half at how random that was, but stopped abruptly when HE appeared. He, my first love and obsession. He who as fascinated me for as long as I could remember. He who I had started an entire thread in one of my newsgroups discussing his ass. Boba Fett.

He walked over to me, a slightly militaristic style in his step. Though I couldnt see his eyes behind his helmet, I knew he was looking at me. There was that mysterious air around him; the feeling that suggested a life of hardships and dangers. His collection of wookiee scalps swung with every stride, brushing against his scarred armor. His head was held high and his assortment of weapons clicked and clinked as he approached me. The lights in the docking bay glinted off of the dark slit of his helmet. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I had to keep making sure my mouth wasnt hanging open.

Fett came to rest about two feet from me. His feet were apart slightly and his arms hung at his sides in a way that was both formal and casual. I could do nothing but look at him for the longest time. Then, suddenly, a voice spoke in my head. Are you going to say hello or just stand there and drool? I looked over at Maul who looked a bit annoyed. I smiled, realizing he was a little jealous. Perhaps I could make him a LOT jealous

Boba Fett. How wonderful to finally meet you. I extended my hand to the masked stranger.

The pleasure is all mine, came his metallic reply. He nodded his head in a half-bow. I have a possible sighting of this Drake that you seek. Come with me, we shall further talk of him in my quarters. Not much for small talk, was he? I glanced at Maul, who was glaring daggers our way. I smiled sweetly at him.

Of course. Lead the way. Nodding again, Fett left the docking bay with me in step with him by his side.

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Fetts room was simple, as I suspected. There was a bed (barely big enough for two, I noted), a bathroom, a fridge, and a shelf with several hunting trophies. The walls and the floor were bare except for one window. Fett motioned for me to sit and, seeing no other place, I rested on the edge of his bed. He joined me, sitting to one side of me, but not quite as close as I would have liked. Casually I moved closer a bit, crossing my legs to reveal my nude thigh. He briefly looked down as I made this motion, but then turned back to look at my face (I assume. I couldnt really tell where he was looking with that helmet of his.)

I gave Fett one of my Im totally innocent I have no idea why you brought me here looks, then batted my eyelashes for good measures. Fett cleared his throat. This is it. I wondered if Fett said sex, fuck, or screw. As if he were reading my thoughts, he said I am sorry if I have mislead you, but my purpose for bringing you here was not to engage in sexual intercourse.

Sexual Intercourse? Oh, he meant sex. Damnit!

I thought that we should discuss what we will do with the prisoner once I have collected him for you.

Oh, yeah, sure. Torture him, but dont kill him. Death would be the easy way out for him.

Very well. I shall torture him personally for you.

Thank you very much, Fett. Was that all you needed to talk with me about?

Yes.

Well, Ill just be leaving then. I began to get off the bed when a firm hand came to rest on my shoulder, gently pulling me back down.

That was all I needed, but not all I wanted. He put his other hand on my thigh.

Oh really I smiled. This revenge stuff was sooo good. And what was it you wanted?

You. Of course. ;) I reached down and took one of his hands in mine. I brought it to my mouth and slowly pulled off the glove with my teeth. I did the same to the other, kissing each of his naked fingers when I had finished. Then I moved to remove his helmet, but he stopped me. If you dont mind

I understand. I was a bit disappointed, but I understood. His identity was a sacred thing. And part of his charm was his mystery. Fett reached over and turned off the lights. Instantly the room became pitch black, the only light being the tiny luminescent pinpoints of the stars outside the window. I heard him remove his helmet and place it on the floor. He breathed in deeply and I felt the warmth of it against my face. I placed my hand on his armored chest and, feeling along the seams, helped him to slowly remove his clothing. His collection of weapons were placed among his clothing, most likely creating a large pile. Underneath the armor he was unnaturally smooth and muscular. There wasnt a hair on his body, making me wonder if he was in fact human. But at the moment I really didnt care.

He easily slid my nightie over my head and tossed it somewhere onto the floor. Then he gently wrapped his arms around me and kissed me with a passion I had never even dreamed of. It was hard to imagine that Boba Fett, the most fearsome bounty hunter in the galaxy, could be so gentle and loving. I returned his kiss, slowly parting my lips to allow him to move his tongue into mine. He ran his tongue over the top of my mouth, sending shivers down my spine. Then he made his way down to my neck, kissing and licking a path there from my lips. I tilted my chin up, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips on my bare skin. I inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of his skin. Again he surprised me, for it wasnt musky like most men, but more of an exotic, deeply spiced smell. I loved it.

His mouth was on my breast now. He sucked on them, bringing some of the flesh into his mouth where he played his tongue around it, while at the same time he caressed them with tender feathery touches. I pressed my hands against his back, moving them up and down in an attempt to express my pleasure. Finally, when I could stand it no more, I pushed him down onto the bad and lay on top of him. His mouth released my breasts as he lay down on the soft sheets. Leaning down, I ran my tongue over his perfect chest, causing a slight hissing noise to come from him. I teased his nipples as he had mine, all the while aware of the growing stiffness pressed against my stomach. I crawled down his body, feeling with my hands every inch of that hidden perfection of his. I stopped when I reached his hardness.

I dipped my head down and slowly took him in my mouth. Again a satisfied hiss came from him. I moved my lips down his length, running my tongue along the underside as I did so. Up and down I moved until slowly Fett began to move his hips along with my mouth. I sucked increasingly more forceful, occasionally flicking my tongue over the tip of him. I could feel him getting close, and I upped my pace even more. I tasted a drop of his sweet moisture on my tongue, but then he sat up, stopping me.

No, he said. That was the first thing he had said to me without his helmet on. His voice was soft, like a lovers whisper, and filled with longing. I stopped and moved back up his body. His hands moved to my hips and he slowly guided me into position over him. Slowly, as not to hurt me, he eased me down onto him. His stiff member parted my skin then slid fluidly inside. I moaned softly as he helped me to lay down with him on top. Then began the most exquisite torture of my life.

Fett built up a slow rhythm, touching all the right places as he moved in and out. My hands went to the back of his neck and I pulled him into another passionate kiss. His pace increased slowly, driving me mad with need. I moaned into his mouth and wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to encourage him. Slowly but surely he worked up, pushing in and out of me quicker and quicker. Each time he came almost all the way out of me, then pushed back in, sending wave after wave of heat up my body. I felt the tight ball of passion collect in my stomach and my back began to arch. Fett moved one hand to my back and the other under one of my thighs. He pounded into me forcefully, yet still so gentle. My moans turned to soft raspy whimpers as I neared my climax. With a final thrust, Fett climaxed, spreading his own warmth in me. That burst of fluid cause me to orgasm. A wall of white-hot pleasure slammed into me, causing me to cry out his name. Every muscle in my body tensed and colors flashed before my closed eyes.

After what seemed an eternity, yet still not long enough, I relaxed back onto the bed with Fett laying on top of me. Both of us lay there, breathing heavily, for a while before I drifted off to sleep in Fetts arms. My last thought before I fell to sleep was that Fett didnt fuck, screw, or engage in sexual intercourse. No, he made love.

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I slowly opened my eyes and yawned. Pulling the sheets up around me I sat up in the bed. Fett was on the other side of the room, already in his armor.

Good morning.

Actually, its still the middle of the night. Were on Averan time here. 37 hour days.

Oh. Well, good night then. I lay back down happily as Fett continued todo something. Whatever it was it was making a lot of noise. Fett? What are you doing?

Someones coming. Im finishing getting fully dressed.

Someones coming?! What?! Who? Suddenly the door burst open and there stood a very sincerely pissed off Maul. Surprised, not to mention scared as hell, I pulled the sheets even closer around myself.

Fett, he growled dangerously. What is going on here?!

Im quite sure you know what we did. Maul looked over at me. I smiled weakly and gave him a nervous wave.

Ahaahhi? Maul sneered.

Get out, Fett.

This is my room. I have the right to be here, unlike you.

I wont be long. Now get out. Fett stood there silently for a moment, sizing up Maul, then, nodding to me, left. The door closed behind him, leaving me stuck in a room with an angry Sith. Goddess save me

How dare you do this. Maul stalked around the room, giving me a look that would scare off a krayt dragon.

D..ddd.do what? I managed to stutter.

You slept with Fett.

Yes, I did. Whats wrong with that?

_I_ wanted you first! Oh my Within a second Maul had me pinned down to the bed like a vornskr attacking its prey. I tried to get away (really, I did try a little) but he was too strong (big surprise). I gripped his arms with my hands, trying to scratch him with my nails, but he just laughed deeply. Youre no match for me, little one. And I know you want this. Do not deny yourself of what you desire. I struggled once more for good measures, then stopped.

Youve been teasing me with your stories for years, and then when I brought you here you teased me with your thoughts, and then you go and fuck with Fett instead of me?! Mauls eyes burned with rage and I half-expected Force lightning to spark from his fingers. Ok, at first I thought this was kinky. Now I was just frightened for my life.

II...Im sorryI just

A gloved hand clamped down over my mouth. Its too late for apologies, little one. You have lived up to your reputation as a professional seductress. But you picked the wrong Sith to play your games with. And now you will pay If I wasnt about to wet myself in fright, Id probably have picked up on how damn sexual that was.

Before I could even think of what to do, the sheets I was using to cover myself were torn away from me in a less-than-gentle manner. He leered down at my exposed body and I shuddered. There was nothing I could do to escape. I was entirely at his mercy, and both he and I knew this. I stared back up at him, my eyes filled with terror. Would he rape me? Hurt me? Kill me? I had no clue what to expect

The hand that was covering my mouth slide in back of my head then pulled me into a fierce kiss. This was nothing like Fett. In fact this was the exact opposite of Fett. Just as Fett was loving, gentle, and romantic, Maul was vicious, fiery, and animalistic. Where Fett was cautious, Maul brimmed with unbridled passion. With only his lips, Maul made me wither before him. The sexual tension between the two of us was amazing. I was drawn into the moment, not caring about what would happen afterwards. I just had to have Maul.

I continued to kiss Maul as he began to strip off his cloak and gauntlets. I tore open his black tunic, exposing his tattooed chest. Running my tongue over the designs, I reveled in the cat-like purr that he made. He was more muscular than Fett was (more muscular than any guy I had ever met, actually). And with his strength he took possession of me. We embraced, all the while dueling with tongues and lips. Somewhere along the line, I couldnt remember when, he had slipped out of his pants and we sat there on the bed, face to face, deeply involved in the passion of the moment. I pulled away for a moment to catch my breath, then was roughly thrown down onto the bed. Maul moved over me, supporting himself on his powerful arms. He was breathing heavily as well. I licked his chest again, this time tasting his salty sweat mixed in with the flavor of his skin.

Maul pulled me into another kiss, playing with my tongue once again. Without really knowing what I was doing, I began to rub my leg up against Mauls thigh. He broke the kiss and looked down at me, growling. Then, with animal-like speed, he moved to my neck and bite down. I moaned loudly with the mixture of pain and pleasure, then relaxed as he began to lap up the small amount of blood that he had spilt. I ran my hands down his back, my fingernail extended like claws. Already I was close to my climax. Then suddenly, with one swift move, Maul plunged into me, sheathing himself to the hilt within my sex.

I cried out, a sort of half scream, half moan. Once again I drank in the sweet sensation of pain mixed with pleasure. Maul was incredibly intense. He pounded into me faster and faster, emitting a number of wild sounds. I shut my eyes tight, totally immersed in the pleasure of it all. Electric streams of pleasure danced through me, seeming to touch every nerve ending in my body. I could barely stand it. My nails dug viciously into his back, most likely breaking the skin as Maul ruthlessly thrust in and out of me. With a loud cry, much like a roar, he came within me. A blazing hot stream of his seed filled me, and my inner walls quivered with a sudden release. I screamed loudly, sweat dripping from my body, then collapsed onto the bed. Maul remained in me for a minute, then withdrew. He gathered his clothing and dressed as I lay on the bed, gasping for air.

Did you learn your lesson? I nodded. Good. Next time you visit, you will not make the same mistake again. Is that understood? Again I nodded. His golden eyes sparkled. Very good. I look forward to our next meeting, little one. With a swirl of his cloaks, Maul exited, leaving me alone on the bed completely exhausted.

      I am really liking this revenge stuff

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After I had been properly introduced to this fearsome four (some better than others) I was shown to my own room by two Nogrhi (thanks to Thrawn, of course).  Maul and Fett had gone to work on the punishment for that ignorant slime as they put it, Thrawn was in his personal chambers researching the artwork of the Mimbanti, and Xizor was contacting Guri about some business dealings. But before they all had gone their separate ways, they informed me that each of them personally had taken care to be sure I enjoyed my quarters. At first I hadnt the slightest clue what they meant by that, but as I stepped into the room it all came hilariously clear. The boys seemed to have helped with the decorations.

The room was carpeted with a plush purple fabric and in the center was a round black bed with suggestive spiral posts, obviously Xizors work. The walls were covered with assorted holos of artwork from every species possible (thank you GA Thrawn). A large but simple weapons case rested against the wall across from the bed, stocked full with several of Fetts favorite blasters. In the corner was a computer. This one puzzled me at first until I took a closer look: the computer was logged onto the DMEB. Guess a certain Sith wasnt in the mood for being subtle.

On the bed were several packages, each addressed to me. I casually jumped on the bed and delicately (yeah right) began ripping paper off and tossing it everywhere. The first box was from Xizor (I think the shiny gold paper gave that away. No tag needed). Inside was a box of exotic (and expensive looking) chocolates. Sighing loudly, I took a glance at the nutrition facts and ingredients. Id been trying to lose weight and this sinful little thing would certainly not help. But to my surprise they were fat free! I opened up the box and took a small taste of one. Mmmm Unlike earth, it seems that Fat Free stuff in the SW universe doesnt have to taste like raw mynock. What was IN this stuff? I turned the box over to check out the ingredients Shit! Milk Chocolate, Corn Syrup, Aphrodisiac?! Damn Xizor!

I moved to the next box. This one was wrapped in plain blue wrapping paper. Not even a bow on it. Must be from Fett. I shredded the wrapping quickly and opened the box inside to find Oh my Goddess It was an intricately handcrafted dagger. The hilt was in the shape of a black bird: a raven. The eyes were some sort of glowing red gem and the beak, from where the polished blade emerged, was gold plated. At the base of the blade was an inscription: To my midnight huntress. I stared at the gift for some time, overcome with its beauty, then I placed it carefully back down on top of its box and moved to the next gift.

This one was wrapped in stiff white paper, complete with a navy blue bow (perfectly made) on the top; obviously from Thrawn. Gently I took out the object inside. My breath caught in my chest as I pulled out a crystal sculpture. At first it seemed to be an abstract design, but as the light gleamed off of it, I saw something inside. There in the center, made of a pale blue stone, was a carving of two lovers embracing. Their curves flowed gracefully together like water. The blue tint floated away from the pair to make spiral patterns throughout the rest of the crystal. Each time I looked at the sculpture I saw something that I hadnt before. I placed the crystal carefully on the computer desk and smiled. So few men had any sort of taste in the arts. Thrawn certainly was a refreshing change.

Lastly was a black box with red Sith markings on it. Do I really have to say whom this was from? I opened it, not quite knowing what to expect. Inside was an assortment of unusual objects. I took each one out, trying not to laugh; a whip, a pair of handcuffs, a few leather ropes and a strange cylindrical package. At first I thought oh Goddess, a vibrator, but then I noted that it wasnt the right weight or shape. I tore off the black tissue paper covering it to find a sliver cylinder with a strange switch on it

A lightsaber

I ignited it cautiously and stared at the deep maroon blade. It was a darker red than Mauls, with a tiny hint of purple in it. It hummed with the comforting sound that I loved from all of the movies. I just couldnt believe what I was holding in my hands. I switched it off and fell backwards onto the bed. Will I ever get used to this?

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The next morning I was invited to have breakfast with Grand Admiral Thrawn. He had sent a nogrhi to my door and everything, how could I refuse? Especially after looking at the size of that dagger the nogrhi had But I really didnt mind. So few men are as cultured as Thrawn is, and I wanted to thank him for his gift as well. It was my pleasure to join him.

My head still spinning from the random sex with Maul and Fett (Goddess, just like my PWP fics), I hadnt realized that my only clothing was that damned nightie. I started to consider cutting up the sheets into something when I remembered one of Xizors little tricks. I went over to the closet and opened it. Sure enough it was stocked full of several outfits. I looked through them all critically. Most of them were insanely revealing and outrageously fancy. But as I neared the last section of clothing the style changed abruptly. No more dresses or other frilly things. There, squeezed in the last bit of space, were several of the assassin bodysuits I had sketched for my RPGs. They ranged from the typical black leather suit to native ensembles for undercover work. I even spotted the slave outfit I had described in one of my background stories.

They really have been keeping track of me I shook my head, baffled. Id never been so flattered in my life. The 4 men that I would do anything just to meet (which of course already happened, but still) seemed to have read all of my fic religiously, turning out perfect replicas of all that I described. Sighing to myself, I took out my usual black and purple bodysuit with a belt and leg sheath. I put Fetts dagger in the sheath and attached Mauls lightsaber to the belt. I looked into the mirror on the inside of the closet door, almost not recognizing the person who looked back at me. It was amazing; exactly how I had pictured my character in all the stories I had ever written. Well, not exactly. I always had the figure of a Barbie doll in those, but that sort of thing is too unrealistic. I laughed slightly. Im on a star destroyer with a bunch of fictional characters, and Im thinking about what is and isnt realistic. I turned and left the room, heading to Thrawns quarters.

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      As I walked down the corridors to Thrawns chambers, I felt a presence brush my mind, like a chilled draft flowing through a room. I looked over my shoulder, but saw nothing. But someone was there. I could FEEL it. I shrugged to myself. Probably one of those blasted nohgri again, I thought. That thought didnt last long as a burst of Force energy pushed me into the wall. I collapsed onto the floor, gasping for the breath that had been knocked from me. A pair of black boots approached me, and though so far those boots could belong to most anyone on this ship, I knew it must be Maul.

      Damnit Maul! Whyd you do that?! I looked up at Mauls devilish face which was twisted in a sensual grin.

      You should always be fully aware of potential danger, little one. Consider this your first lesson. My mind flew back to the lightsaber I had received and the lightbulb clicked on in my brain. First lesson

      So its true then? Im to be your apprentice?

      Why do you ask questions you already know the answers to? His golden eyes bore into me. I didnt give you a lightsaber for no reason. Really, little one. I had the impression you were more intelligent than this. But perhaps I was wrong for once

      Anger and embarrassment swelled inside me, but I remained silent. I knew he was baiting me. Well, two could play at that game. I stood back up, having recovered my breath, and brushed myself off. Im smart enough to know that not everything is as it seems with you, Maul. I turned to walk away.

      You will call me Master now, little one. My heart skipped a beat at the sound of that. I paused and glanced back over my shoulder. Is that clear?

      Yes, my Master. I let the words flow off my tongue, enjoying the sound of them. Maul flashed an evil grin, then stalked off.

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      The doors to the Grand Admirals quarters whooshed open and I stepped inside. The nohgri off to one side regarded me suspiciously for a moment, then exited. The doors closed behind me, and I took a moment to look around. The room was fully decked out in artwork of every kind. Paintings hung from the walls and sculptures stood on small pedestals; some were real and some were only holos, but the affect was all the same. It was like stepping into an art museum. A large view screen was set on one side of the room, and an area for a foldout bed was slightly noticeable on one wall. In the center of the room was a large command chair that was hung by the ceiling. As I watched, it rotated towards me, revealing the Grand Admiral.

      Thrawn was in his usual Grand Admirals uniform, pure, white, and stiff. His blue-black hair was slicked back and is cool blue skin set off his smoldering eyes handsomely as he leaned forward on his hands. On one side of the chair hung a tray with an assortment of small pastries and fruit, all wonderfully alien. Thrawn eyed me casually, then beckoned for me to come closer.

      It is a pleasure to see you again, Miss Ostego. I trust you slept well?

      I did, thank you. After what I had been through last night I had slept like the dead, all right.

      I am happy to hear that. Please, join me. Thrawn pressed a control on the arm of his chair and another chair rose from the floor besides him. I sat down next to him, making sure to cross my legs with as much flourish as possible. Though I had only used Thrawn in a few of my fanfics, he was certainly one of my favorite characters to write with. He had a power about him that made you obey him without a second thought. He was subtle, suggestive, and sensual; every move he made had a purpose, though sometimes you didnt see that purpose until he had maneuvered you right where he wanted you. I hoped that the pattern I had been seeing so far with my four helpful hosts would continue.

      Thrawn and I talked while we slowly nibbled on the delicate pastries. We discussed some of the artwork he had displayed and I hung on his every word. Its so rare that I found a man that I could have a truly intelligent conversation with. Thrawn showed me how through the art you could understand how the artist thinks. Omwatii art was meticulous and organized, for example. To outwit an Omwatii in battle, all one had to do was break formation and make random attacks on the vessels. The Omwatii would not be able to deal with the chaos and inevitably be defeated. I sighed happily; cultured, intelligent, and merciless. Now this was a man in a million.

      I sipped my juice (a strange sweet, blue-green liquid) as Thrawn continued to explain one of the sculptures besides him. I almost choked when I realized that it was of two lovers entwined in lovemaking. I must have turned red, for Thrawn stopped and looked at me.

      Is something the matter?

      I fanned myself with my hand a little, trying to cool off. No, Im fine. I just really like that piece. Damn I was getting hot just from being close to him.

      Do you, now? Well then, perhaps youll like this one as well. Thrawn pressed some more buttons on his control panel and the sculpture vanished. In its place appeared a 2D drawing of a man that looked a lot like Thrawn guiding a woman onto a bed while he- HOLY SHIT!

      I choked suddenly as I realized that the picture was my own illustration of a fanfic involving Thrawn and myself. I turned away from him, trying to regain my composure. Though Thrawns face showed no change, I could tell that he was reveling in my reaction. I suspect you recognize this one.

      Of course I recognize it, I managed to say finally. I drew it.

      I know. I have looked at this one many times myself. But I must say I am unsatisfied with it.

      That bastard! He KNEW that I was aroused, but still he wanted to play art critic! What dont you like about it?

      You never finished this particular story, and I had been hoping that your illustration would show what you never had time to write.

      I remembered that story. I had started it one summer because I had nothing to do during the week; I was waiting to hear if I had been hired for the job of camp counselor. Soon after I found that I had been, so I had to pack up and drive down to the camp where I spent the rest of the summer taking care of the kids. When I came back for the school year, I had a hoard of plot bunnies nipping at my heels to be written, and my Thrawn fic was forgotten.

      Im terribly sorry, but I hadnt had time to go ahead any more in the story.

      Well now that you have all the time you need, I suspect you will want to finish your story Thrawn shifted in his chair slightly. The movement was enough for me to tell that he didnt intend for me to do any writing.

      Of course. I do hate to leave things unfinished. I stood up and took a step closer to Thrawn.

      Then please, go right ahead and finish. Now. That was no invitation, but a command. The Grand Admiral of the Imperial Forces had just ordered me to sleep with him. Who was I to disobey orders?

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      I sat down on Thrawns lap boldly, facing him. My legs wrapped around his back as I moved a bit to find a comfortable position. I could feel his hardness pushing up towards me as I slowly began to unbutton his jacket. The white starched fabric slowly detached itself from its owner and I placed it on the floor. Underneath the jacket was a white silk undershirt. I dragged my hands down the front of it and slipped my fingers under the bottom. As I slide my hands up his smooth sculpted chest, I brought the shirt with me. I didnt allow myself to look at his naked chest until I had pulled the shirt over his head and dropped it on top of his jacket.

      Pale blue skin was the only difference I saw between him and the average male. His chest was firm and strong, urging me to run my fingers over every inch so that I could remember every detail of him. His well-built shoulders rose and fell with each breath he took. Leaning down slightly, I ran my tongue over his naked flesh. He tasted just like any human man; smooth skin with a faint hint of salt in it. I swirled my tongue around each of his nipples, enjoying the unique sound of his restrained groans.

      Just as my hand slide to his belt, Thrawns powerful arms encircled me. He pressed another button on his chair, and a bed withdrew from the wall. Perhaps we should move this to a more comfortable place, Thrawn suggested, his voice raspy with withheld lust. He rose from his seat, carrying me with him. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist as he walked us both over to the bed. Once there, he gently helped me to lay down, my head on a plush velvet pillow. He sat beside me on the bed, his smoldering eyes burning their way up and down my body. I could almost feel the heat from his eyes against my skin. I longed for us both to be rid of our clothing so that I could feel that cool skin up against my own fiery hot skin. After he had finished his inspection of me, he sat up straight, assuming a militaristic stance.

      Remove you clothing. I would like to see what I am going to conquer. I shuddered. I usually hate to be regarded as a piece of meat, but somehow I really couldnt give a womprats ass right now. I willingly slid out of my clothing until I lay before him in only my bra and panties. I felt the soft fabric of the sheets beneath me as well as the clean-pressed texture of the material of Thrawns pants where his body came in brief contact with my exposed torso. I went to remove my bra when a firm hand grasped my wrist. Allow me.

      Thrawn leaned over me as he unfastened the front hook of my bra. His face held the same expression it had since I walked in as he peeled the lacy fabric from my body. I leaned up towards him as he picked it up and tossed it to once side. I lay there, my chest bared to him, as Thrawn undid his belt. The pure lust combined with the Grand Admirals commanding presence was almost more than I could bear. His belt removed, Thrawn leaned down over me, kissing a path from my lips to my breasts. Those cool lips of him made my skin sizzle with passionate heat. A tongue darted out and caressed one of my erect nipples, causing me to gasp. Goddess I wanted him. I wanted his alien hands to examine my body like one of his sculptures. I wanted those marvelous lips to caress me into unconsciousness. I wanted to feel his cool skin inside me.

      Thrawn removed my panties as I carefully undid his pants. I paused briefly so he could pull the garment down and from my legs, then I helped to remove him of his primly starched pants and distinguished undergarments (silk boxers, btw). For a moment we did nothing but stare at each other, our eyes raking up and down the others naked form. Thrawn seemed to be, on the outside, just as any human male. A very well equipped one at that. Instead of the usual patch of gentle curls, though, he had something more akin to black fur. I ran my hand through it and down his stiff member. The hair was soft, like a small animals, and glinted with traces of blue highlights.

The Grand Admirals eyes narrowed as I stroked him, his red slits pulsing with erotic tension. But, as an Imperial Officer to the end, he kept strict control over his urges. He slowly straddled my hips without entering me, determined to work me up even more, if that was possible. Every beat of my heart pulsed in my lower regions so violently I was surprised that one couldnt see it on the outside. Thrawns member slide along my mouth, teasing me cruelly. I squirmed, twisting my hips in an attempt to make him loose control, but all he did was lay down on top of me and kiss my lips gently. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth slowly, yet with authority. He made it clear that he was as in charge here as he was on the bridge of the ship. For once, I was happy to obey.

Now then, Miss Ostego, you will lay here without moving until I have been properly satisfied. Is that understood? Thrawn stared down at me, his face as serious as ever.

Yes Sir, I replied with as straight a face as I could manage. I couldnt help but think how good this guyd be in a game of Poker. Thrawn placed my arms above my head, his grip almost painfully tight, as he positioned himself above my opening. Then, with a shock of pain, he stabbed into me. Giving me no time to adjust to the intrusion of his shaft, he began to thrust powerfully into me. I moaned as he hit that spot inside me with each thrust. I shuddered as I sensed my orgasm building inside of me. Thrawns beautiful blue skin began to glint with perspiration from his exertions. Leaning upwards, I licked some of his salty sweat from his chest. With a suddenness that frightened me, Thrawn stopped his moving. I could do no more than stare up into his eyes.

I believe my orders were for you to refrain from moving, Miss Ostego.

Yes, but I just thought that-

Silence. You are not to talk back to a Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy. Not without suffering the consequences. I shuddered slightly, but decided to play along for my entire body was begging for release.

Very well, I shall accept my punishment willingly. Thrawn nodded in acknowledgment, then withdrew from me. I let out a long moan at suddenly being empty, but he ignored me. Instead he moved to his chair and, pressing a button, summoned another woman, a Twilek, into the room. Thrawn quickly and efficiantly stripped her of her clothing, then, shoving her in what appeared to be a most uncomfortable posision, took her until he climaxed within her. I whimpered to myself, still aching for my own climax.

Thank you, Shilim. That will be all. Thrawn dressed as the Twilek exited. You are dismissed now, my dear. My curiosity has been filled. And I do hope that you will obey orders better in the future.

Yes, Sir, I managed to whimper as I gathered my clothes. Once dressed, I left Thrawn to study his artwork while I made a hasty retreat to my quarters where I would be able to give myself release.

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As I exited Thrawns chambers, I failed to notice the black figure leaning against the wall beside the door. Your agony and sexual frustration are delicious, little one. I turned to look at Maul, grinning most evilly at me.

Perhaps youd like to relieve me of this agony, I suggested, grinning right back.

Oh no, little one. You will need to learn to make use of those emotions. Meet me in the practice room in 5 minutes. Now is the time to begin your training. Giving me one more smug look, Maul turned and left me to my cursing and fuming.

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      After asking several stormtroopers, I finally found my way to the Practice Room Maul had told me to meet him in. The room reminded me a lot of the Danger Room from X-Men (Id written some real nice Gambit fics that happened in that room) with padding on the floor and many strange machines and devices scattered about randomly. Maul stood in the center of the room, him arms crossed over his chest. He regarded me sternly for a long moment before speaking.

      Youre late.

      I couldnt find the room, Master. Goddess, I loved calling him that.

      I didnt ask for an excuse, little Apprentice.

      Forgive me, my Master. I let myself fall into the roll playing I loved so much, but this time it was real. There were no rules, no story guidelines, and no way to stop for the day and return to everyday life. Here I would not take damage; I would be injured. Main characters could die in this game. There were no boundaries here, which only added to my excitement. Slowly, I approached Lord Maul. I am prepared to begin my training, master.

      Maul nodded silently at me, his glorious golden eyes staring deep into me. Very well, little Apprentice. We shall begin.

      For the next few weeks, Maul and I spent nearly all day in the practice room. And as much as Id love to tell you that we did nothing but have hot, wild animal sex, I cant. Though went we practiced meditation, I could sense that the others thought that that was what he was doing. I also noticed that Xizors pride was hurt because I hadnt gotten to him before I began my training. As you can imagine, I thought that was just the greatest thing since, well, I found myself here.

Maul taught me how to use the Force and how to fuel it with my emotions. He showed me how to let my anger and hate and fear make me more powerful than I ever thought I could be. We went through several combat training units a day, using non-lethal weapons, yet I would be thoroughly bruised by the time I limped back to my room. Slowly, I noticed changes in my body and my behavior. My body became more muscular than its usual soft, curved self. I was constantly on the alert for threats through the Force, and I had gained something that I had lacked for most of my lifetime: self-confidence. All of this because of Maul, and this was just the beginning.

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      I think that youve progressed greatly, little one. This time in combat training, we will begin basic work on lightsaber skills.

      Are we to use our lightsabers? I asked, somewhat nervously. I knew that I was no match for Maul, and that he could easily hurt me with just one slip during a sparring session.

Not yet, Apprentice. We will start off with these. Maul held up two staff-like practice rods, obviously to simulate Mauls infamous double bladed saber. He casually tossed a practice rod to me, which I caught gingerly and brought to a defensive position. He took up his own rod and entered a similar stance. Attack me.

I paused a moment to consider my strategy, then charged him, poised for an overhead attack. He easily batted it away and moved do strike me low. Using the Force, I propelled myself into a high jump, avoiding his vicious swipe and then moved to hit him in the shoulder. His other hand flashed around and grabbed the rod between the handgrips. He powerfully swung me around, his rod smacking my backside rather hard. I fell to the mat and went into a roll so that I was looking up at him.

If this had been a lightsaber, you would be dead right now. Even if it were merely a metal staff, you would be crippled. Either way, you have lost.

Have I? I asked, looking questioningly up at him. Then I flung myself towards him, my rod moving to slice him from nose to navel. He ducked my blow and brought his rod in a circle behind my legs, knocking me down once again. Maul stepped forward and placed one foot on either hand, pinning me to the mat so I would not attack again. He looked down at me, his golden eyes blazing.

Against a worthy opponent, yes. And I expect that you will only fight worthy opponents. Maul offered me his hand to help me up, but I ignored it. Still reveling in my new strength, I pushed my body up with my hands, propelling myself far enough into the air so that I could land safely on my feet.  I grinned triumphantly at Maul.

Do not get so cocky, little one. My danger senses flashed and I was suddenly being held high in the air in Mauls Force grip. The pressure was around my wrists so that I hung helplessly in front of him. I struggled with my still-limited Force powers to pull away from his hold, but I only managed to further exhaust myself. Maul grinned and stroked my cheek. You see? Overconfidence is a major weakness. It was how my Master met his end. Do not allow it to cause yours.

Yes, my Master. I nodded as best I could, my head squished between my arms. Still grinning, Maul suddenly released his grip and I fell to the floor in a less than graceful manner, landing on my backside.

Come, Apprentice. We have more work to do.


Chapter 8. Comment and criticisms are welcome, btw. Oh, and the part in this about my hair and the singing and stuff, yeah, thats true with me. Just personalizing this story more.

Disclaimer: Bathwater is by No Doubt, not me. Im not creative enough to write an entire song.
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      Thankful to be dismissed early from my training, I half-limped back to my room. A nice long bath sounded like the best thing in the world right now. I could only imagine what the crewmembers I passed in the halls thought of me with my sweat-stained black tunic and leggings and my hair hanging lifelessly in every direction. I had always been meticulous of what my hair looked like: usually long and dyed bright red with one blond streak hanging on the left side of my face. But since I had begun my training with Maul, I had begun to care less and less about how I looked. Probably because after the first few days I had to deal with looking like one large walking bruise.

      I stumbled into my quarters and collapsed onto my wonderfully soft bed. I lay there for a moment, gazing absently up at the ceiling. I wanted to get into the bathroom as soon as possible, but at the moment I lacked the will power to even move a finger. I continued lying there, doing nothing but listening to my breathing, for several minutes until I finally found the strength to go into the refresher. I stripped, wincing at my sore muscles, and started to run my bath in the large black marble bathtub (probably my favorite thing on the ship). I poured in some vanilla scented bubble bath and leaned against the smooth side as I let the water completely fill the tub.

      When the water was about to overflow the tub, I shut off the faucet and slowly sank into the bubble-covered warmth. I sighed loudly as the warm soothing liquid enveloped my body, only half-noticing the water that flowed over the edge and onto the floor. I put a towel behind my head and just lay there, breathing in the scented steam that rose from the bubble bath. I smiled as I found myself humming the tune of Bathwater by No Doubt. Giving in, I began to sing the song.

      You and your museum of lovers
      The precious collection youve housed in your covers
      My simpleness threatened by my own admission
      And the bags are much too heavy
      In my insecure condition
      My pregnant mind is fat full of envy again

      But I love to wash in your old bathwater
      Love to think that you couldnt love another
      I cant help it, youre my kind of man.

      I slowly began to wash myself, almost hearing the band in my head. I reached over and turned off the lights so that there was nothing but me and the steaming water around me. I couldnt help but think of Maul as I continued singing to myself.

      Wanted and adored by attractive women
      Bountiful selection at your discretion
      I know Im diving into my own destruction

      So why do we choose the boys that are naughty?
      I dont fit in so why do you want me?
      And I know I cant tame you but I just keep trying

      Cause I still love to wash in your old bathwater
      Love to think that you couldnt love another
      Share a toothbrush, youre my kind of man
      I still love to wash in your old bathwater
      Make me feel like I couldnt love another
      I cant help it, youre my kind of man

      No I cant help myself
      I still love to wash in your old bathwater
      With you.

      Grinning to myself, I blew some bubble off my hand. I never sang in front of anyone. Not since my 4th grade Chorus teacher had told me that I wasnt any good after I tried out for a solo. Amy, youre very good on flute, but singing is another story. Deep down I knew that I was good at singing, but I could never sing in front of anyone again, afraid of criticism. But anytime I was alone I would always sing my heart out. I continued singing until I dozed off in the warm water.

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      I awoke with a shudder as I felt an icy chill fall over me. I sat up with a start, realizing that the water had gotten cold. But that wasnt all of it.

      You know its dangerous to fall asleep while bathing. You could easily drown. I knew who it was even before I switched the lights on.

      Ill remember that next time, Master. Darth Maul grinned down at me from where he stood in the doorway. He was dressed in a slightly different tunic and cape than he usually wore. His tunic was laced with red Sith writings on the bottom of the sleeves and down the front of the fabric. The inside of his cloak was bright red instead of the normal black. You look stunning, my Master. What is the occasion?

      You will soon find out, little one. Come with me.

      I stood up from the bath, letting the water rub off of my naked body. I felt myself blush self-consciously at my nakedness, but pushed the feelings out of my head. Maul handed me a long cloak. I took it eagerly and put it on so that I wouldnt be so chilled. I opened my mouth to ask for more clothing, but Maul turned and walked out of the room. Puzzled and slightly nervous, I followed him.

      Maul showed me into a small room with nothing but a mirror and some strange device in it. As Maul picked up the device, I recognized it as an electronic razor. I gasped and took a step backwards as he turned it on. Hold still, little one. I closed my eyes and stood as still as I could as Maul began to shave my hair off. I began to feel colder as my long hair fell from my head to the floor, exposing my scalp. I didnt dare open my eyes to look in the mirror for I was afraid of what I would see. When the last of my hair hit the floor, I slowly opened my eyes and turned to look at him, being careful to avoid the mirror.

      Do not avoid it, little one. Take a look at yourself and tell me if you want me to continue. Reluctantly I glanced into the mirror. A gasp was all I let escape my horrified being. I ran a hand over the pale skin of my exposed head. What on earth was Maul doing? Did I even want to know? Should I trust him? Or should I run now before he did worse? But no. I had accepted being his apprentice. I should let him continue with whatever he planned.

      Please, continue my Master. I looked down at the ground as Maul put a hand on my shoulder and helped me through a door on the other side of the room.

I was led to a large room with a circular tube in the middle surrounded by strange sorts of computers. Darth Maul pointed to the entrance to the tube. Step inside. Willingly, I walked into the tube. Now, remove your clothing. Naturally, sex was the first thing that came to mind, but it puzzled me that it would take place in this strange tube. With another look at him and a quick probe into his feelings, I saw that this was not anything sexual in nature. I slipped out of cloak and dropped it outside the tube. Maul approached the computer outside the tube to my right. He began typing into it. Finally, I decided that I had to know what was going on.

      What are you going to do? I asked, filling my voice with confidence and danger I had found only from my training.

      Tonight is a proud moment in your training. This will serve as a test in your trust in me, your obedience, and your ability to handle pain. He looked up from his work to look into my eyes, filling me with fear. Extreme pain. I felt shivers run down my naked back. Yes, little one. Use that fear. Use it to block out the pain of what is to come.

      And what is coming, Master? I asked nervously.

      I am giving you a traditional Sith Warriors full body tattoo. It is a unique pattern in Sith hieroglyphics to describe its bearer. Usually the Master chooses the pattern. For you, I have chosen  rashakahna. It means deadly beauty.

      Before I could say another word, my arms and legs were suddenly pulled to the top and bottom of the tube where they were securely held in place by a force field of some sort. Red and black lights flashed at the top of the tube then slowly began moving downwards.

      Brace yourself, little one, because this is really going to hurt.

      As soon as he said that, the pain began. I realized that the lights were actually some sort of lasers. They slowly moved down my arms, coloring them painfully with black and red markings. The lights burned delicate and primitive designs on my skin as they finished my arms and moved to my head. I felt the Force touch me and Darth Maul held my face still so that I wouldnt jerk or move it in response to the pain. The markings went right up to the edge of my eyelids, covering my cheeks and lips and nose and ears with their stinging art. I focused on my fear and pain, bringing it inside of me. Concentrating on the techniques that I had learned, I focused on those feelings, trying my best to ignore the brutal pain. But still I could feel those horrid lasers searing my skin with the Siths etchings. They went down my shoulders, over my breasts, down my torso, and below by naval. I gritted my teeth once Mauls Force hold on my facial muscles had ceased. The tattooing slowly moved down my legs, over my ankles and finally covered my feet. The force fields securing my arms and legs released me and I fell to my knees, screaming as I let the pain out. I reached my hands in the air as the pain and rage took over. Blue sparks of electricity flew from my fingertips and danced around the tube's edges. There were sharp cracking noises as small spider web patterns covered the tube. With a final burst of Force lightning, I shattered the tube that had inflicted this pain on me.

Chapter 9 here finally. Hope yall like it. I know I had a blast and a half writing it.

* * * The force fields securing my arms and legs released me and I fell to my knees, screaming as I let the pain out. I reached my hands in the air as the pain and rage took over. Blue sparks of electricity flew from my fingertips and danced around the tube's edges. There were sharp cracking noises as small spider web patterns covered the tube. With a final burst of Force lightning, I shattered the tube that had inflicted this pain on me. * * *


      I slowly opened my eyes, my body still throbbing with pain, to find myself in my own bed. I was naked and sore, but not as sore as I probably should be. Thats a good thing, right? I thought to myself. I looked down at my body. It was beautiful. The pattern reminded me of a tigers coat. I got out of bed and walked over to the mirror. I stared in awe at my new self. I was a newborn Sith  a young predator ready for the hunt. I didnt know what to do, so I just continued standing there in front of the mirror. I turned around slowly, my eyes examining every inch of my tattoo. I really was a Sith apprentice now. I was dangerous beauty. I was rashakahna. I was friggin ecstatic! I HAD to show everyone! I threw on a black tank top and a short black skirt (didnt want to cover up my new body) and ran out of the room.

      I giggled to myself (quite the opposite of what a Sith should do) as I half ran, half skipped down the ships corridors. I went to run my hand through my hair, only to remember I had none. There was a bit of peach fuzz, but nothing more than that. But I didnt care, though. I was too happy to care. I couldnt wait to see the look on the guys faces. Well, I wouldnt be able to see Fetts face, and Thrawn and Xizor were always so tight-lipped. But maybe my appearance would be able to shake them. About to bubble over in laughter, I burst onto the ships bridge yelling Hey Blue-Boy!

      Thrawn spun around on his heel, clearly surprised by my unexpected outburst. His eyebrows arched upwards and his eyes widen slightly. He quickly hid the expression, but not quick enough. My grin grew another inch knowing that I had toppled his ever-calm persona. I giggled happily and my eyes blazed with my mischievous ecstasy.

      So, you surprised? I struck a pose, noticing that the other officers were looking at me as well. I winked at one of the cuter ones suggestively.

      Surprised doesnt even begin to cover what Im feeling right now. He smiled slightly. I smiled quite a bit more than slightly.

      You like it then? I did a quick spin, not caring that many of the officers most likely got a show from my lack of undergarments.

      I do indeed. It becomes you. I walked, no, strutted, over to Thrawn and put one hand on his shoulder. It resembles one of the rarer Togarian patterns. I leaned forward and purred in his ear in response.

      Perhaps youll reconsider that punishment then I licked his cheek, causing some noise to ripple through the other officers on deck. Thrawn glanced around the bridge, silencing them abruptly though.

      I think that perhaps Ill consider another meeting. Yes!

      Great. I think Ill be able to fit you in (no pun intended) a year from next August. Us Sith Apprentices are quite busy you know. Thrawns expression didnt change, but I did feel a wave of anger spark from him through the Force.

      Ill look forward to it, my dear. Grinning again, I walked over towards one of the imbedded control stations.

Sitting down on the top of a console and reached for the communications unit. Hitting intercom, I raised the comlink to me and said in a Vader-ish tone Would Boba Fett and Prince Xizor report to the bridge. Now. Once the comlink was switched off, I fell backwards onto the cold metal, giggling hysterically.

It seems that you like your new markings as well. I glanced up at Thrawn who looked down at me. From this angle he was pretty unnerving. Too bad I was too excited to fall prey to the affect.

Theyre alright, but not as good as the reactions they invoke. I rolled onto my side and smiled down at the officer at that particular station. Surprise surprise, it was Admiral Piett. I reached down and ran my finger across his cheek. I can tell its certainly getting the wanted reaction from you. I can just imagine what youd do if I showed you the rest of it. Piett swallowed visibly and I grinned.

Raven, would you please refrain from distracting my crew.

Oops, sorry Blue-Boy.

And how many times must I remind you to refer to me as Sir?

Several more times I think, Blue-Boy. I sat up and smiled innocently at him. Before he could say anything to me in reply, though, the blast doors opened and Xizor and Fett strode in. I hopped up and skipped over to them. I jumped up onto Xizor and wrapped my legs around his waist.

Hey there She-whore. Miss me? I grinned at the shocked expression on his face. Fett just turned and looked at me, obviously puzzled. Giggling, I let go of Xizor and landed delicately back on the ground. The two men continued to stand there, staring at me a moment longer until Fett elbowed Xizor in the side to remind him to close his mouth. Guess this means you like my tattoos? I winked.

      Warning: This contains some of the best smut, in my opinion at least, that I have ever written. Theres some whipping and bondage, so if that aint your bag, baybe, get outta this crazy fic while you still can. If it makes you horny, baybe, shag right on. Special thanks to Anne Rice for being so damn good and writing Exit to Eden. I suggest everyone read that book, then take a very cold shower. But anyway, on with my own little erotic story.

* * * Hey there She-whore. Miss me? I grinned at the shocked expression on his face. Fett just turned and looked at me, obviously puzzled. Giggling, I let go of Xizor and landed delicately back on the ground. The two men continued to stand there, staring at me a moment longer until Fett elbowed Xizor in the side to remind him to close his mouth. Guess this means you like my tattoos? I winked. * * *

      Still grinning like Id won the lottery, I turned around slowly so that Xizor and Fett could fully admire my new skin. Xizor had gotten a hold of that usually cool-as-a-cucumber-or-whatever-the-hell-sort-of-vegetable-he-eats composure of his and was busily undressing me with his eyes.

      You are correct, my little assassin. I am quite fond of that new tattoo. Id love to get a closer look sometime. He took a step closer to me, oozing his Falleen charm. Perhaps trace all those beautiful lines with my tongue and see how much of your body they actually cover. I shuddered at the thought, but kept my own collected composure. I turned to Fett next.

      And you? Do you approve of it as well? I knew that secretly I would be completely crushed more than anything if Fett didnt like it.

      You are breathtaking. Did he ever *not* get to the point? I smiled happily. From behind me came one of those polite Im-still-here-remember-me? coughs. I turned and looked over at Thrawn.

      As stunning as you are, my dear, you are distracting my crew a little too much. I fear that if you stay much longer that we will run into a black hole.

      Oh! Sorry. I giggled again. Ill be leaving then.

      Yes. You will be. I froze in mid-laughter. That arctic voice filled the room like a cold draft from an open window. I turned slowly to look at Darth Maul. He stood in the blastdoor entrance with his arms folded over his chest. He glared daggers at me and the others. Say goodbye, little one. You and I have much more to do. I nodded deftly.

      Ill see yall around then. I nodded to the group then went to Mauls side. He draped his arm about my waist and led me hurriedly from the room, the blastdoors closed behind us with a sharp hiss.

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      Maul led me down an unfamiliar corridor and up to the wall of what appeared to be a dead-ended hallway. I felt him reach out with the Force and manipulate a series of hidden locks. Hmm, clever. The wall suddenly became a door, which opened to admit us. Maul guided me down the dark hallway beyond, not even glancing back when the hidden door closed with a loud metallic clang. At the end of the hallway I spotted the distinct flickering of flames. I took in a sharp breath as we emerged into the room.

      It was Mauls bedchambers. But it wasnt anything like I expected it to be. It looked like a variation of a Chinese Emperors palace. The walls and floor were made from black marble, and the ceiling was so high up that I couldnt see it. There was a fireplace, complete with a roaring fire, across from the doorway. There was a typical four-post bed draped in luscious silks over to my right. And on the walls hung several scrolls depicting ancient Sith battles in rich dripping black and red inks. Candelabras were scattered about the room, filling the room with eerie dancing light. My eyes darted about the room so franticly trying to absorb every detail that I began to feel dizzy.

      I had no idea what I should be feeling. Should I be afraid? Maul seemed upset. I guessed that it was because I went to see the others before him. It was rather rude, seeing as he was the one who had taken care of me so much lately. He had probably put me in that healing trance that I had woken up from. I owed him a lot, yet I hadnt adequately showed him my gratitude. He had every right to be angry.

      Then again, I didnt belong to him. I should be able to see anyone I wanted. And what with his Force abilities, he should have sensed when I had woken up and come to see how I was doing. He should have been there for me when I sat up in bed, sore and confused. Maybe I should be angry with him for putting me through all this.

      But of course then there was the overwhelming fact that I was in Darth Mauls *bed*chambers. I was in a place so intimate and personal that most likely no others on the ship had been here. The excitement was building up in my body and I felt giddy with nervousness, not knowing what to expect. In the pit of my belly came the warm pressure like a spring being compressed. Whatever was coming, I would be ready for it.

      Remove your clothing. I want to inspect you. Maul stood like an ominous shadow in front of the fireplace. The sound of his voice poured over my like molasses, sweet and slowly seducing all of my senses. I dont think I could have resisted him even if I had wanted to. I slipped out of my tank top and skirt, dropping them on the floor next to me. Once I was completely nude, I stood completely straight, looking ahead into space as if I was a statue in the Louvre.

Maul began to circle me like a hungry predator. I felt his eyes on me, running up and down my form. He traced every detailed line on my body, checking for even the slightest imperfection. I tried my best not to move as I was studied like a precious piece of art. It was like one of those dirty little fantasies Id had since before I realized that sex wasnt something dirty and evil. I was reduced to a thing instead of a person. My own insignificance completely engulfed me as I stood in his presence. I was here because he wished it. I was still breathing because it pleased him. I was decorated and completely nude because it excited him. I was his possession, to do with as hed like. My own needs meant nothing and his slightest whim was my first priority. I was nothing but his plaything, and it drove me out of my mind.

Closing my eyes, all my thoughts spilled out from my subconscious like water from a broken dam. I loved being nothing but an object to him. I wanted to lay my head in his lap and feel him run his fingers through my soft hair. I wanted to kneel before him and kiss his feet. I wanted to wear a collar with a chain leash so that whenever he wished he could pull roughly and have me tumble to the floor before him to do his bidding. I wanted him to *use* me. Whatever pleased him would bring me complete happiness. And as he stood behind me, I could sense that he was picking up my thoughts. He looked deep into my mind and uncovered all my deepest dreams. He saw exactly what I wanted at that moment and he couldnt help but grin. I whimpered softly.

So, you see now what you are, so you little one? I could only nod. Speak up, I want to hear your voice.

Yes Master.

Very good. And who do you belong to?

You, my Master.

Who will you always obey from this moment on without single question or argument?

You, my Master.

Very good, little one. Very nice. His words were like a powerful drug to me. My mind was on a sexual high and my body was steaming. I didnt care what he did to me, as long as he did something. There is, of course, the matter of those previous instances of disrespect towards me. My lips were trembling as I fought to hold back any of my usual responses.

I apologize, my Master. Forgive my ignorance.

Ah, but it wasnt ignorance, little once. I sense that you wanted to anger me; to challenge me. And you succeeded. But I forgive you. I sighed with relief. But I cant allow these things to go unpunished. And there it was; the prospect that had been sitting in my mind for years now. That dark little fantasy of what would come after that phrase. It excited me at the same time as it completely terrified me. I felt myself grow faint. There was a long pause of complete silence in the room. Only the snaps of the burning fire penetrated the deep abyss of the silence. We both stood there, regarding the other thoughtfully, thinking of what would happen next and knowing how much the other would enjoy it.

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* * * I apologize, my Master. Forgive my ignorance.

Ah, but it wasnt ignorance, little once. I sense that you wanted to anger me; to challenge me. And you succeeded. But I forgive you. I sighed with relief. But I cant allow these things to go unpunished. And there it was; the prospect that had been sitting in my mind for years now. That dark little fantasy of what would come after that phrase. It excited me at the same time as it completely terrified me. I felt myself grow faint. There was a long pause of complete silence in the room. Only the snaps of the burning fire penetrated the deep abyss of the silence. We both stood there, regarding the other thoughtfully, thinking of what would happen next and knowing how much the other would enjoy it. * * *


Mauls velvet voice once again penetrated the air. Come here. I turned to look at Maul as he stepped closer to the fireplace. He put a gloved hand on my shoulder to stop me. I wiggled my toes on the soft fur of some large skinned animal that was sprawled across the floor before the fireplace. Looking towards the darkness that was the ceiling, Maul gestured slightly and I heard the wonderfully musical sound of clinking chains. I swallowed hard as I glanced above my head at the long chains that now hung down just above my head, each with a leather restraint at the end. Maul gently raised my hands and bound my wrists with the restraints. The undersides were soft and covered with fur so as I wouldnt hurt myself. Then Maul kneeled in front of me and, pushing the animal skin back, turned over two tiles in the floor. On the opposite sides of the tiles was a set of shackles. I found my ankles quickly locked in these, then Maul stood back up, grinning that gorgeously evil grin of his.

I shall now teach you to respect me, little one. You shall receive a brief whipping: not too severe for you are new at this. You are not to beg or plead me to stop, nor say anything else unless I ask you a question. And when I ask you a question, you will answer me right away and with an honest and respectful answer or I will continue your punishment even longer. Do you understand.

Yes Master, I whispered, my voice deep and husky with my tension. Maul nodded then moved behind me. I heard him walking around but could not see what he was doing. Then, wish a suddenness that caught me off guard, there was a short whistling followed by a *crack* and a sharp burning sensation on my backside. I cried out loudly and in response heard a soft chuckle from behind me. Another whistle-crack, this time catching the top of my thighs as well. I clenched my teeth to keep from making any more noises. Whistle-crack! A soft groan rose in my throat, but I choked it back down.

Are you enjoying this, little one?

I am, my Master.

Whistle-crack!

Is the pain exquisite, little one?

It is, my Master.

Whistle-crack!

Do you enjoy me whipping you helpless little ass?

I do, my Master.

Whistle-crack! Whistle-CRACK! Hot tears sprung to my eyes and trickled down my face. I was hotter than I had ever been in my life, yet at the same time more humiliated and belittled than I could ever imagine or want to imagine. Whistle-CRACK!

How about now? Do you still like it?

Ohhh yes, my Master, I practically moaned.

A few more whistle-cracks and my entire backside was throbbing with that stinging pain as well as my own arousal. One more for emphasis and the whipping stopped. I hung limply in my restraints as Maul approached me from behind. His arms encircled me and his hands gently kneaded my breasts.

Have you learned your lesson, little one? I nodded silently, not able to get the words out at first.

Yes, my Master. Maul walked around to my front. With one hand he lifted my chin so that I gazed through tear-blurred eyes at him. His other hand stroked my cheek as he moved his face closer to mine and began to lick away my salty tears. I leaned into his touch, wanting more of my body to come in contact with his, but it was useless. I allowed Maul to finish licking my face, closing my eyes gently when he moved across my eyelids. The sensation of his slightly rough tongue was the most enticing thing I have ever felt. I wanted him to rip me from my bonds and fuck me senseless. He moved to my breasts where a few of my larger tears had fallen. My body was screaming for his and I felt that I would undoubtedly die if he kept up this sensual torture. Finally, after what seemed to be a lifetime, he stopped and slowly undid the leather restraints around my wrists.

Because you took your punishment so well, I think I shall reward you, little one, said Maul ask he gently guided me to lie on the floor. The soft fur of the animal skin tickled my back and I lay there listlessly as Maul turned over two new tiles and locked up my wrists there. I rubbed myself against him as he leaned over me, securing me in place. Then as he rose I arched my back so to keep as much contact between us as possible.

He kneeled between my spread legs as he slowly stripped himself of his black robes, revealing his perfect crimson and ebony form to me. The firelight danced on his hard muscles, creating shadows that further emphasized his tantalizing body, especially his proud and beautiful manhood. Words cant describe how badly I ached for his body. He stretched his arms above his head, then placed them on my breasts. His fingers delicately teased my nipples to painfully stiffness, and then he dragged his hands like claws down my body to my thighs. There he stopped and slowly, with a close lover's techniques, he massaged them as he lowered his head down to my own smoldering sex. His golden eyes met mine before he disappeared behind the swell of my breasts and down to my nether regions. With a sudden moan I arched up off the floor as his tongue came in contact with my sensitive area. My eyes closed tightly as his tongue worked me expertly. My body jerked sporadically and my legs trembled from the incredible stimuli. I thrashed my head from side to side as the fire built inside me. The hot flash, like an intense fever, ravaged my body and warned of the inevitable onslaught.

It hit me like a star going nova. I half screamed, half moaned as every muscle in my body tensed and every nerve in my body screamed the message of pleasure to my brain. The world around me spun as my hot, sweaty body trembled and my eyes tried to grasp onto one object in particular. I felt that I would black out from this incredible burst of various sensory information. But I forced myself to relax and just ride it through until I could do no more than lay there, trembling, as Darth Maul favored me with that wicked grin of victory. His tongue licked his lips of my juices and my head spun once again briefly. And then it really started.

Maul layed on top of me, supporting himself with his powerful arms so not to crush me. His iron-hard member brushed back and forth against my wet and throbbing sex, driving my completely insane.

What do you desire more than anything, my little one?

You, my Master.

Only me? Not Fett or one of the others?

Only you, my Master. I felt tears well up in my eyes, but not from pain this time. Maul ran his tongue teasingly across my lips. I moved up and he met me with an electrifying kiss, setting all my hairs on end. His hard chest ground up against my soft one as he slowly slid into me.

I moaned into his mouth as he fully sheathed himself in me, then held there for one agonizing moment. Then, as if to the drums of some ancient tribal dance, he began moving in and out of me, slowly at first, then faster. My hands gripped at the skin beneath me since I couldnt touch him. His hips pounded into me as he found his rhythm and I felt the being re-lit inside me again, but this time it was a bonfire. Each time he moved into me fully, his organ brushed against my sweet spot inside me, fanning the blaze. My entire body was trembling, and for some odd reason I felt like I needed to escape. The pleasure was almost too much for my body to handle. I thrashed, but it made no difference to Maul. I was his and we both knew it. Harder and harder he thrust in me, and that bonfire became a raging wildfire. Yet still, I was sent higher and higher with this exquisite torture. I felt I would die from it, but what a way to go. I was panting, no longer able to form any moans in my dry and strained throat. Nothing in the world existed except for the fire and the tribal, primitive rhythm of Mauls. My toes curled and my back arched completely and the inky blackness of the Dark Side surrounded us. And in a burst of pure ecstasy, our minds and bodies became one and we both cried out in unison.

~  5/27/00 ~