Darth Maul looked down at his sleeping padawan and grinned darkly. The damned Jedi would be appalled that he used their sacred word for his perversions. The woman slept now, her body exhausted after sex. Teeth marks showed bright on her white skin, as did small scratches from his horns. Except for climaxing before him, this woman pleased his dark appetite.

Too bad, he mused, she would pay a price for her mistake, and he would enjoy her fear even more. He placed his cloak about his shoulders and began to gather the items he would need to teach his padawan. "Sleep," he told her. "Sleep until you are commanded to wake." With a last look over his shoulder he left the room, closing the door behind him.

Maul returned and set out his "toys" on the bedside table, eyeing each as he set it down. He would start with the lighter whips, then move to the heavier ones after she thanked him. He removed his cloak and set it on the chair, leaving him clad in loose fitting pants, ones that would not hamper any movements should the girl try to run. With the dark force he untied her bonds and bade her to wake.

Slowly Shianna woke, wondering why her body ached. With a cry she remembered and scrambled off the bed. Her captor, Master she reminded herself, stood in front of her, his yellow eyes narrowed in anger.

"Do you think to leave me so soon, my padawan." he sneered. "So soon you forget that you disobeyed me." He took a step closer and looked into her eyes, forcing her to look up. He cupped her chin roughly with his hand and brought her face closer to his. "In all things you will obey me, is that understood?"

"Yes, Master," she replied, her voice trembling in fear.

Maul smiled, a smile that did not reach his eyes. "That is good, padawan. Now we will begin your lesson. I hope you learn it well or it is one we will repeat." Taking her upper arm in a tight grip he pulled her to him. "You will stand against the wall, arms above your head, legs spread. You will not move unless I tell you too. You will not speak. Now go!" With a push he pushed her toward a wall that was bare.

Fear bloomed in Shianna's heart as she pressed her nude body to the wall. What had this man planned, why did her body react so when her mind was screaming? Quickly she put her arms over her head and spread her legs, hoping she pleased him in this. She closed her eyes and waited apprehensively.

His body was suddenly on hers, pressing her into the cold wall, his legs nudging hers wider apart. She felt his breath in her ear as his teeth bit into her earlobe. What should have been painful made her shiver in desire. His hands reached up and pulled her wrists together, binding them with a strip of leather. He must have had this room ready for there was a hook that he placed her wrists onto, holding them to the wall.

She felt him leave her and heard him walk away. In a minute he was back. "I want you to see your first lesson, padawan," he told her and held a length of black leather up to her face. "This strap is gentle, more just to warm up your flesh. If you cry out, or try to move away from it, I will choose another, crueler whip. I will decide when you have learned your lesson, but," he paused to slide the leather between her breasts, "not before you are begging me to stop."

Shianna's legs went weak as his words sunk in and she held back a whimper. When the first blow landed on her ass she sucked in her breath. It stung, the leather had hit high, wrapping around her hip. A shock of pleasure flared as the pain receded and she decided that, maybe it would not be such a hard lesson to learn. Fifteen blows later she knew she was wrong. Her ass strung and some areas hurt more where Maul had concentrated the blows. The seat of her ass was most sore, having taken the most punishment.

"I think your ass has warmed up padawan, I think it is time for the whip. Don't you agree?" She felt his hands on her ass and moaned, "Please no," as he raked his fingers across her. His hand was suddenly in her hair, pulling her head around to meet his eyes.

"Did I give you permission to make noise?"

Shianna shook her head, her eyes wide.

"'No,' is the correct answer. Now I see I must extend your lesson." His free hand moved up the inside of her thigh until it found her heat. Slowly he ran his fingers along her. Finding her wet and ready, he pushed a finger inside her and smiled as she sank onto his hand. Another finger joined the first and he began thrusting his fingers in and out. He lowered his mouth to her neck and bit her shoulder, drawing a pained moan from her. At the sound of her voice, he withdrew from her, letting his fingers trail between her cheeks, pushing a slick finger lightly into her anus, then withdrawing.

She heard him walk away again, going back for a whip she thought. He was playing her body like a violin, plucking here, plucking there, making her body respond to him against her will. She wanted him again, wanted to please him.

He walked back to her, a cat of many tails in his hand. The leather was soft, supple. Without warning he landed a blow on her ass, smiling as she tried to escape to sting. He landed blow after blow, loving the way her ass swayed back and forth as she tried to avoid the whip. At times he let the whip wrap around her hips causing new stinging. He counted off twenty-five blows, noting her ass was a bright red. "You have only five more to take, padawan," he moved in close to her, his mouth near her ear. "Shall I place them on your breasts?" he asked, his free hand on her breast, pinching her nipples. "Or shall I place them on your pussy?" his free hand was now covering her, pushing up slightly. Involuntarily, she ground herself on his hand. "On your pussy, then." He stepped back from her and let the first blow fly, the end of the whip wrapping up over her.

The others fell quickly leaving her flesh burning with desire. She could feel the heat rolling off of her ass and pussy, her nipples painfully hard from rubbing against the wall. Her whole body was burning, all she could think about was his hard cock fucking her.

Darth Maul pulled her body to his and pulled her from the wall. His hands roughly kneaded her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples, rolling them roughly between thumb and forefinger. His lips were on her neck, nipping lightly, taking the soft flesh in his teeth. With a growl he bent her over, his arm around her waist, and freed his cock Growling again he plunged into her, pushing as far in as possible, then pushing just a bit more. He ground his hips against her, making her abused ass burn. He glowered when he heard his padawan moan, pleasure and pain were warring in her voice, pleasure winning. He adjusted his grip by placing his hands on her hips. He pushed her away from him letting his cock slide almost completely from her body, then pulling her back onto him roughly. He used her body for his pleasure and came quickly, spilling his seed deep inside her. Pain flared on her shoulder as his teeth bit deeply, breaking the skin. It sent her over the edge and she came, her muscles clenching around his cock, milking him.

Maul laughed mirthlessly and lapped at the blood flowing on her shoulder. "It seems that you are a slow learner."