Star Wars Assassin (Closed)

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Chandara sat down on the bed with him, facing him again. She was still nervous. She did not understand what was happening. Why this was happening. Why had that thing opened for her? Why was it in her head now? Why.... her?

"Tell me who Nelys was first" She leveled her gaze at him, not looking away this time. "What does she have to do with this?"

She was not sure why she needed to know this. But she had an inkling that this woman was indeed important, given he had loved her. He had professed his love for her, and she had rejected him completely, without even allowing him to deal with that rejection. Many thought love was foolish. Many avoided or condemned love. Many thought love did not exist. But it did. And Chandara believed it was very powerful, more powerful than most anything. She had loved that skinwolf, she had nearly killed that boy because of that love. To her, that was a very very powerful motivation. Even her Mentor saw it.

But Chandara was very hesitant about letting Jordran into her mind again. She did not want to see what he had done. She had seen enough of his killing. So many dead because of him. What she had felt from him was, she realized, the same feeling she had when she attacked that big kid who helped kill her skinwolf pup. She felt that exact same rage, hatred, savage, vicious, power from him that she felt in herself so long ago. And she felt that sense of feeling lost. So lost. So empty.

And she did NOT want to delve into his mind. That, she believed would be the key. If she entered his mind, her OWN would be opened up, her memories, who she was, her history, and she had the feeling he would tear through the depths of her thoughts trying to get to the Holocron. Chandara did not trust him, not that much. Not enough to let him have access to her. Yes they had a truce, but he was a Sith. From all the writings about the Sith order, the fact that they were ruthless was top of the list.

She was not even sure she wanted to go to this planet, this Temple he was speaking about. Chandara had the sudden fear of what if ripping that Holocron out of her mind, killed her? Would it? Could it? No, she wanted to speak to her Mentor first. She had to......

 

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~ This Post was written by both MoMadness and myself ~~

FOCUS!" Jordran snapped as she jerked and looked back at him. He said, "If you are to become Sith, you have to focus."

Chandara stared back at him. "NO" her voice echoed. "I do NOT want to be what you are. Tell me .. Tell me who she was" .... She was shaking, not from fear, but anger. "You are NOT going to get to the Holocron unless you TELL ME"

He growled to himself and said, "She is no one. A fragment of my past! Long dead by my own hand!"

Jordran watched her back away on the bed and he growled again saying, "Do not make me regret this truce. You want the answer... meditate and I will open that memory up to you. Of course, by doing so, you are becoming ... as you put it... more of what I am."

There was something, something she did not trust about him at this particular moment. Chandara could not put her finger on it, but letting him into her mind, or venturing into his was not what she wanted to do. There was some tie to Nelys, between her, that Holocron , and him. But she did not know what.

She could understand the trauma of his mother, she could understand his gladiator killings. She even could understand what he had done to get to that ship with that.... the word suddenly crawled slowly across her mind... Sith Master... That made her go cold. Whatever was in the Holocron was Sith. She knew that now. And it was inside her, that knowledge. Holocrons contained knowledge. Was it knowledge about HIM? Was that why he was so drawn to find it?

Would her Mentor know? Jedi Master Kanar was the only person she trusted right now.

Chandara shook her head. "No... No... I am not letting you in again"

Jordran might have used his sabers on her now... as much frustration as he felt. He calmed his core down once more, then said, "Very well. So here is what is going to happen then. You and I are going to leave this planet in a few days. You are going with me till I find the planet I seek out. It is going to take weeks, months, maybe years but seek this planet out we will do... All of this could be avoided by letting me back in. Whatever it was that took over you kept you safe the last time. It invaded my mind instead... drew up things it shouldn't have."

When she refused him again, he finally said, "Fine. Have it your way." He walked over to the monitor on the wall and began to review the news... seeing if there were any updates at all that could be of use to him.

She knew he was pissed. She had a hell of a way of pissing him off is what she did. But the idea of having to seek out this place, this planet, for weeks, months, years, did not sit well with her either. And she could not bring a Sith to her Mentor. She had no way of even beginning to think how to deal with that. Not that she could anyway.

Rock and a hard place.

Not a fun place to be.

She needed to think. She found a soft blue robe, actually 2, hanging in a small utility closet near the shower room. She desperately needed to think. So she took one of the robes and made her way into the shower room. It wasn't that she felt dirty, or anything like that. She just wanted to be out of sight of him for now, so this was the perfect excuse. He needed to calm down anyways.

She turned on the water and after stripping down, stepped in. It did feel good, she had to admit that. And she stayed in that soft caressing flow of water for longer than she planned, but by the time she got out, she knew she had to go through with what he wanted.

She had no choice, and she knew it.

Wrapping the robe around her still wet body, she shook out her long dark hair, running her fingers thru the long tendrils slowly, until it fell down about her shoulders in long, damp, ebon, waves.

Jordran was still staring at the monitor when she walked in and not paying attention to her. The Confederation had taken orbit around the planet scanning the crash site and looking for any survivors. They had a quarantine around the entire lake plus 50 miles in any direction which included the town they were in. In addition, the droids had deep water shuttles deep under the water going through the wreckage which they had already begun to pull out of the lake. The first theories that were coming out was this was some kind of possible Republic invasion attempt gone wrong. Currently, a street by street search for any republic infiltrators was actively on their way and if anyone suspected anyone of this to report immediately...

As she walked past him and sat down, the soft blue robe clinging to her, the scent of her freshly washed skin wafting slowly into the air, he froze, catching that scent... something he hadn't smelled in.... Chandara suddenly felt what was akin to an electric shock and she fell back on the bed, eyes open and staring...the holocron took him back once again...into her mind.. and she watched......

It was a common place before a gladiatorial event, particularly one of this magnitude. All the gladiators, in their finest peak bodies, stood inside clear columns in three long rows, wearing only a loincloth and their sandals. His young 18 year old self had not fully grown into the muscles and scars he would carry one day... At that time the only thing that marred his nearly perfect fit body was a red brand on his right shoulder with his number G8712. His slave number. He stood arms at his side, waiting and watching.... nervous as to whether or not he was to be picked. This was his very first showing before the matches and he did not have a name or reputation at this point. It was absolutely silent in the column where he stood. He could see men and women of the upper echelons, VIP guests walking through the rows, laughing, eating, drinking, pointing, and lusting over the specimens before them. One at a time, one particular man or woman or both would pull out a card from their pouch and slide it into a small rental slot at the base of the column. Once the scanner flashed green, the patron would take their card back, and the platform that the gladiator stood on would shift up through the ceiling and out of sight.

He stood silently, watching gladiator after gladiator being rented out. He knew that if he wasn't selected for a night of sexual deprivaties, he would be thrown back into the common cells to find a spot on the cold grounds. That is when he noticed.... Nelys looking up at him. She had given him a very hungry look, a look he had seen a few times already... and she pulled the card from her very robust bosom, and slid it into the rental slot. A few seconds later, he was sliding up into the ceiling...

Chandara sat bolt upright, he was staring toward the front of the room. She was behind him, then he spun around as if expecting to see someone, and his eyes focused on the blue robe she was wearing

She felt that hard almost stabbing shock of pain again.. and she was watching..

Jordran rubbed the collar on his neck which they had fastened onto him just before going into the quarters of his purchaser. The Guards had fastened a thick collar of steel and matching cuffs on his wrists and ankles. All were connected to a remote that would be given to the renter in the event the gladiator tried to do anything untoward to them. The doors opened and he was led in with two guards flanking his sides. The first thing that he noticed was the smell of ... her. fragrant, flowery, soft, sweet, tangy her... The next thing he noticed... was Nelys laying on a large circular bed of satin, wearing a thin blue robe which barely covered her body. Her long silky legs laid out in front slightly curved. Her long black hair hung loose and her impossibly dark eyes were locked on him. He didn't know it at the moment, but today, this boy would become a man...

NO .. no no NO... the word flashed hard in her mind. She did NOT want to see this. NO...

Jordran's vision snapped and he stumbled backwards in shock of what he had just been living out in his mind... he had been back there again. He had actually felt the collar and cuffs. He HATED that collar and cuffs... but he had worn them... He fell backwards into a chair... he dropped his head into his hands... trembling.

Chandara also was sent reeling backwards, as if shoved back, she coming to rest on her back on the bed...

Why did that woman feel so familiar to her? That was a question she was sure Jordran would not be able to answer. Sitting up slowly, she saw him, holding his head in his hands, shaking. "Jordran, are you alright? What is she to you? I think you need to tell me to get thru to what you need to find out. I don't know why the Holocron is putting you through this" She really wished Kanar was here. This was all so confusing to her. "Did you used to be a slave?"

 

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"Jordran... please don't.."

As soon as the words slipped past her lips, Chandara was dragged back into the memory. She did not even feel herself go to her knees on the floor, then to her hands, trying to find balance as her body shook, her eyes rolling back in her head once more as she watched...

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Kanar, that was her Mentor, Jedi Master Kanar. Within the vision, Chandara's eyes widened. What did he have to do with this? Why would he be in a memory of a Sith, this Sith?

Who was that woman? Why was her Mentor there and who was that child he was holding? Her Mentor never mentioned a child, never mentioned any of this. Not what he would. He never answered very many questions about himself. Alot like Jordran never did either. And when either of them did, they were always very cryptic answers. Once, Chandara remembered once, she had to have been 16 or so, well into her training and doing pretty good for herself. She remembered seeking out Master Kanar, and finding him in the small temple that the Jedi often used for reflective mediation. He was alone, and had not heard her come in. He was obviously in the middle of mediating, but he was speaking, softly, to himself.

"You'd be proud Nelys. Your daughter has the force, she is a good, strong fighter. You'd be proud, Sister I wish you could be here to see her"

Chandara had not known what he was speaking about at the time. She had never considered it may be her. She never considered that at all. She had left him be.

But now, observing this... the name Nelys...

"I found you at last.... Nelys... I have been looking for you..."

Chandara struggled to make sense of what she was seeing and hearing. Her own memory, of Kanar, meditating that day in the temple, speaking softly about Nelys, his sister and her daughter. And now this, Jordran, Nelys, Kanar and a child....

"GET CHANA AWAY FROM HERE!!"

Chana... Chana was her nickname. Her Mentor sometimes called her that when he was praising her for a training session well done, or a lesson learned. Chana. No one else called her Chana other than Master Jedi Kanar.

Chana was... her

Chandara visibly recoiled when Jordran so easily severed the woman's head, Nelys head,her scream cut off to silence. Chandara struggled to stay on her hand and knees while she was trapped in this memory, her head down, eyes now closed, she was shaking, shuddering.

Chana was her...

He had killed her... her... mother. Nelys was her mother.

Chandara remembered screaming herself. At 3 years old, she did not understand what happened, she only knew her mother's head was no longer on her body. She could not remember who had done that, or how, her memory would not retain that. Only the image of her mother's head, and body, falling to the floor, and the silence, her mother's voice was silent.

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Chandara, using every ounce of strength she had, yanked herself out of that memory, in her mind, it was she who screamed, a hollow, desperate, despairing scream that sent her hurtling out of the memory and physically sent her careening across the floor of the small room, hitting the far wall hard enough to knock the air out of her. But, her training kicked in and she rolled to her feet, fast, defensive. Her dark eyes were wide, gleaming, and shocked at what she had just witnessed in her mind, what that damned Holocron had shown her.

Jordran had killed her mother, slaughtered her like she was nothing more than cattle being slaughtered for meat. Chandara was shaking, shaking so hard her muscles were tightening, she was losing focus, that would make her vulnerable.

Had her mother really uttered those words to him?

"S.... stupid... boy. May you ... die... in the arena..."

Had her mother really wished he had died as boy, no not a boy, a young man, a young gladiator, in the arena? Had she really wished that on someone she loved?

Loved?

Chandara shook her head. Had Nelys loved him and loathed him? She was so confused, so very confused. There was something, a feeling, she knew it was the Holocron that was doing it, that feeling was coming from it... had she loved him? But not what he was? Had she wished him dead to alleviate her own guilt??

Violently she shook her head, stepping back, trying to get a handle on all the thoughts that were racing thru her mind now.

She was breathing deeply, almost frozen in place when her eyes locked on his......

"You... killed.... her" she said, the words were barely audible.

"You... wanted to... kill... me... in front of her first"... again, just the barest of whispers...

"Chana is my nickname" she clarified... still staring at him.

 

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"I can feel your anger... your anguish. I can feel your despair. You face me now. Take your weapon and strike me down! Your turn to the dark side will begin... all you have to do... " He gently touched her saber and said, "Take your weapon. Kill me..."

Chandara stared at him.. her gaze following to her lightsaber, on the table. Her breath coming in deep, harsh intakes and exhales. She was as taut as a bowstring, if he had even moved, she would have reacted, she would seek her weapon, she would kill him.

But he did not move and neither did she.

"He was not my father, he was her brother" Chandara had never knew her father. She never knew any of her family, having been taken so young, her memories were not yet set in stone. But she knew now. She knew her Mentor was her Uncle, her mother's brother. She knew that Jordran was not her father, a small sliver of memory, that damned Holocron again, told her that her father had been a Bounty Hunter her mother had thought she loved, but he left her, much like her mother had left Jordran.

She shook her head violently, she was DONE with memories.

Chandara stepped back further from him, until her back was against the farthest wall. Closing her eyes she desperately sought the words of her Mentor, Kanar. But, even as she tried to hear him in her head, another thought came forth... Why do you think he choose YOU to be a KILLER?

That one thought snapped open her eyes. He had seen something in her. Kanar had seen, sensed something in her. Something that embedded in her the night Jordran had killed her mother right in front of her. No, she did not remember the details, just her mother's scream going silent, just her head and her body, no longer one. She had been so young, she had buried that sliver of a memory. Until now...

NO

NO

NO

She repeated the word 3 times. NO, she could not, would not kill him. She wanted to. She could not deny that she wanted to. But if she did, this pain, this despair, would take over her life. NO, she could not live like that. She just could not. Chandara sunk down the wall to the floor, she so desperately needed her Mentor, but even trying to reach out to him from this distance, she felt nothing. As if the Holocron was blocking it...

She wrapped her arms around herself, the robe clinging to her, outlining every curve, and highlighting her trembling.

"Was it her that did this to you? That made you like this?"

 

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She watched it all, again, playing thru her mind's eye. The entire exchange between who she now knew to be her mother, and Jordran the Sith. Was he Sith back then, she wondered? Is that why he could kill so easily? Is that why, at her mother's bidding, he battled the Bounty Hunter, nearly loosing his own life, only to suddenly turn the battle, crush his skull and rip out his dying heart?

She watched it all as if she were right there, she saw it all in living, brutal color.

Why did her mother want that man dead? She was training to be an assassin, was that a question she should even be asking? NO, wait this was different. She was training to kill only when needed, only when it was the last resort. What she had just witnessed, albeit a memory, was entirely different.

Why? Why did Nelys want that Bounty Hunter dead?

The answer whispered into her mind. "He rejected her"...

He rejected her...

Just like she rejected Jordran...

This time, it was her memory that Jordran was privy to...

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Nelys slowly sat up in the soft, well used bed, pulling the sheet around her naked, sweat soaked body. Her long black hair a wild veil that tumbled down her bared shoulders.

"I love you Tandek"

She had said it during their love making, she was saying it again.

"please, please don't go"

But he only shot a look at her. She was beautiful, there was no denying that. It had been a very fulfilling few months with her. There was no denying that. But he was not about to settle down with her and a child, and she had just told him she was carrying his.

"Don't go there Nelys, you knew what this was before we got together. I'm a Bounty Hunter and a Fighter, I am not mate or father material and I never will be! How do I know it is even mine??" He snarled, knowing she had found pleasure with that Gladiator slave boy of hers.

"Tandek, I told you, I have not bedded Jordran in 6 months. Not since I met you" And she had not. She had fallen for the Bounty Hunter nearly the moment she laid eyes on him.

She had begged, she had pleaded. The answer was always No.

"After the competition in 2 days, I am gone"

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NO... NO.. LET ME OUT ....

Chandara screamed at the very top of her lungs within the vision and it suddenly snapped closed like a steel trap.

Chandara jerked awake, her eyes locked on Jordran.

"You.... you..." Her confusion was 10 fold now and Chandara was not good when she got confused. Confusion and anger always was a bad combination for her. Add in despair and she had nearly killed that boy so long ago..

She was on her feet in an instant, her lightsaber sailing thru the air and into her hand. Her emotions were in control and she lashed out, at the one person who was the center of all this, Jordran. It didn't matter to her she was in nothing more than a robe which could be a disadvantage, it didn't matter to her that she was over matched, she wanted the confusion, the rage and the pain to go away. So she attacked... aiming to strike, aiming to kill....

 

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You wanted this woman. She is yours now.

Chandara blinked up at him. She could not move, she was pinned, the robe was in ribbons strewn about her naked form. Her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, her breath coming in deeper gasps. His eyes were glowing crimson, even as he backed away from her prone form. Was he holding her? No, it was not him, she knew that. It was something else, buried in that cursed Holocron that was now embedded deep inside her.

You wanted this woman. She is yours now.

They both heard the words. Clear as day, yet only a whisper.

It was never Nelys he was suppose to have. It was never her. She was just a means to the end. It was never Nelys, it was Chandara. Chandara carried the force, just as her bounty hunter father had. Unfortunately that day on the battle field, Jordran's rage had been more powerful, something the Bounty Hunter had not considered. Like Chandara, he had let his impulsive side rule and he had lost.

You wanted this woman. She is yours now.

Had it been fate that had put her on that ship? Had it been fate that put him on that ship? Had it been fate that had stayed his hand in killing her, more than once? Had she the motive to kill him? She had, but Chandara was not a natural killer. She was being trained, but she did not have the blood lust, the predator inside, that Jordran had. What had stayed his hand in allowing her to live?

You wanted this woman. She is yours now.

It was never Nelys. It had always been Chandara. Jedi Master Kanar knew it was well. He kept her hidden. He kept her safe. But he had lost control of her when she became an adult. He had to trust that she would remain safe, that she would never encounter the one man within the span all of creation, that the force deemed for her to encounter. Yet, she did, she had, and now she was lain before him, naked, vulnerable, and helpless...

You wanted this woman. She is yours now.

"Jordran" her voice was shaking, she was trembling. "Jordran... it was never her. You were never meant to love her. It's me.... "

 

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"You are Nelys' daughter. You have her eyes.... You will see...."

He reached down, tearing off his pants and kicking them tot he side till he stood in only his loin cloth once more at the ferocity of the scars that had virtually destroyed his body. The most noticeable ones were of the whip that had ripped across his chest and back and legs. As he turned, she would her mother's name in a scar along his hip on his pelvis. It had been a scar that had been opened over and over again, burning it deep into his flesh. Burn marks, lashes, cuts, puncture wounds, covered his form...

"She did this to me.... She destroyed my body for her own pleasure. She had me face hundreds of gladiators and warriors for her own pleasure... she cut me and marked me and put my body through hell... for her fucking pleasure!"

He turned to see her eyes gazing at his near naked body and he said, "I have EVERY right to kill you... to punish her... I had no idea she was even with child when she... toyed with me. Every fiber of my being tells me to do it. All my rage... and anger... and vengefulness... I place at her feet... I play... at your feet now..."

"I didn't do this to you Jordran" Chandara said, she was staring at him, at the scars that marred his body. She understood what had happened. She understood now that she was the vessel to the Holocron inside her. She understood what it just tried to do to her. He had refused. That had shocked her.

"I didn't do this, I am not my mother"...

She wrapped the shreds of the robe around her.

"I would never do what she did to you. I'm sorry ... Jordran"

Didn't matter he was Sith, didn't matter that she was Jedi. He was a living being. None deserved to be treated as her mother had treated him.

She stepped closer to him. She wasn't entirely sure why, but she did, and he did not flinch. Another step.. another step...Reaching out, Chandara brushed her hand, fingertips, along his chest, down to her mother's name scarred into his flesh.

"I would never... do this to you... Jordran" She was so close to him now. She could see his deep breathing, almost matching her own. "I am not my mother, I will never be my mother, that I promise you..." She felt it, a deep seated attraction that had drawn her across the room. She was not trying to trick him, she felt drawn to him. She could feel a weakness deep inside him, a crack, that the Holocron, and herself had opened..

 

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NO... it was NOT supposed to happen like this. This was NOT what she had intended. She had not meant to look at him in pity. He'd been through hell, he deserved to know she would not add to that hell during the time they were... together... She was working even harder to NOT feel that deep seated attraction to him, that draw to him, she was sure it was the Holocron driving that. What the HELL was in that thing?

NO, this was not supposed to happen. And when she realized it was, when she realized that again, she had not thought things through as she should have, as she had been taught, it happened. He advanced on her, grabbing her wrist, throwing her back on the bed. She realized too late and had no where to go, reeling backwards only to find the wall, he easily grabbing her, pulling her to him, she was naked, vulnerable, and he was over her, plunging in one motion inside her...

Chandara screamed, her entire body tensed, arched, as he tore thru her virginity. Her scream was one of pure pain, not anger. She had never given her virginity a thought. She had never sought such pleasures. She had been too busy training, learning. She knew full well what sex was, of course. She just never really thought about it. She had not even realized that her feeling so drawn to Jordran could have been due to her desire, her yearning, her sexual needs. It had never occurred that the way her body was reacting to him was her desire. None of this occurred to her. Until now....

She dug her fingers into the bedding beneath her as she writhed under him, the wetness of her body, the heat so deep inside her sex, and the spilled blood, coating him. She was panting, shaking, yet she did not push him off her, she did not scream out the word no, she did not beg him to stop.

 

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NO... NO... IT WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THIS....

She had no control. She was trapped, pinned beneath him. And he, he was not seeing HER. He was seeing her mother. Chandara was crying out, the pain of him tearing thru her virginal barrier, blood and her own lubrication mixing, heated, soaking, her body, her sex, struggling to open to the entire length of him, the muscles tightening, clamping down around his thick cock. He easily pulling back and ramming into her over and over again. And she could not stop him, her arms pinned now over her head...

"JORDRAN.. PLEASE STOP...".

But her pleading fell on deaf ears. He only heard her mother's voice...

"FUCK YOU! Your dead!!!" Jordran screamed out, his rage taking over again, "You're dead!! You're dead!!! I killed you!"

"NOOOOO... PLEASE" her body responding, amid the pain, her body felt the pleasure. The pleasure that this could be. The pleasure that this should be. She arching her back off the bed as the orgasm suddenly cascaded thru her, crashing over her writhing frame, she shaking, shuddering and screaming out, yet he did not stop, grabbing her leg up and over his shoulder, allowing him easier access, his hips still thrusting, his cock, soaking wet, hard as a steel rod, driving into her spasming pussy over and over again. Her heat was searing hot, her skin on fire and she was keening now, her voice no longer able to scream, tears were lacing down her cheeks.

This was not how it was supposed to be.

Leaning in, his one hand closed around her throat. Chandara's eyes widened, but he held her wrists pinned in his other hand, over her head. The pressure grew and she struggled to breathe, struggled to cry out to him. "JORDRAN... pppplease" .... But he still heard her mother...

It wasn't until, what felt like minutes later, his cock buried deep in her body, that she felt him explode.. felt this cock jerk and twist and pump out his seed, emptying his balls, flooding her sex, did he release the pressure on her throat, allowing her to take a deep, harsh, life saving breath... He continued plunging his spasming cock deeper into her, as she lay beneath him, trembling, gasping for breath, until the last of his spend, his seed, had flowed....

She felt him ease ever so slightly and her wrists slipped free of his grasp. With all the strength she had, she shoved him back and off of her, his cock coming free of the grip of her pussy, coated in her blood, her cum and his semen, she had pushed him so hard he reeled back and hit the opposite wall at the other end of the bed he had fucked her on.

Chandara, unsteady but determined, got to her feet before he could even react, grabbing the blanket to wrap around her and retreating to the furthest corner of the room she could. She could barely stand after what he had done to her, and she slowly sunk down the wall to a sitting position, the blanket tight around her trembling form. It took a good 2 minutes before she could find her voice again, and it was hoarse from her screaming, she had his bright red hand print around her throat as well...

She had to take a breath between each word as she spoke... She would not look up at him...

"I... am... not... my... mother"

"You... will... not... touch... me... again... I would.. rather... you... kill me... than do... that to me.... again"

At this point, she was willing to do anything to get that Holocron out of her. She had gathered her breath finally when she did look up...

"You do what you have to, to get what ever planet you and I need to go, to get that cursed thing out from inside me, but do not touch me"

She no longer cared if he invaded her mind. She no longer cared if he saw any of her memories, what did it matter. She just wanted that thing out of her, and if finding that Temple on some far away world was what was needed, then she would do what was needed...

She had gathered her legs up and had her arms wrapped around them, rocking gently as she tried to remain as calm as she could... waiting on him to do what he needed to do.

When he approached her, she visibly recoiled...

 

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She had never felt so lost. She felt so lost, that she had actually cried. She had not done that since the skinwolf pup.

The shower only helped to wash off, as much as she could, any residue of what he had done to her. It could not cleanse her memory tho. She had sat in that small room for more than an hour after she turned off the water, trying to calm down her inner nerves, trying to come to terms with what he had done to her.

That was not how it was supposed to be.

When she had finally managed to calm herself enough, she left the room. She didn't care if he tried to stop her, which thankfully he did not. She sensed he was not asleep, but that did not matter to her, she needed to get out of there. She needed to find somewhere and just gather her thoughts.

She had to be careful. The investigation into the Grand General's death, the exploding ship, and the crashed escape pod were still ongoing. She kept her lightsaber hidden, but stopped at a small back alley shop near by and bartered for a robe. All she had were a pair of Quella Stone earrings that her Mentor had gifted her with, blue. She had no other choice, a robe would afford her the anonymity she needed, so the deal was made.

She felt much more secure now that she had the robe to hide any semblance of the lightsaber, let alone what she was wearing, and drawing the hood up hid most of her face.

She made her way to the park path and back down by the water. She really had no other place to go, not knowing the planet at all. At least this was familiar to her. It was quiet there now, most of the investigation had made it's way to the space port and the nearby town where she and Jordran were staying. The sun was setting, but she didn't care. She was determined to calm her mind, and see if she could find out what planet they needed to go to next. She wanted this cursed thing out of her. She knew it had been the catalyst to what Jordran had done to her. She did not want that to happen again.

Never mind the fact that she had found out her mother, whom she had never known, was a monster in and of herself. "I am not my mother" she repeated to herself, more than once. But that was not helping to calm her.

She had to concentrate, find balance. How was she supposed to find balance when all she felt was lost.

Sitting down near the water's edge, she let her fingertips trail into the cool wetness. She then looked up at the moons as they rose. The moons. She had always loved watching the moons rise, love the cool light they gave, they always seen so serene to her. So she let herself stare at the moons, trying to find that calm balance, trying to forget what had happened to her, wishing she could rewind the day and forget.

"Chana..." she whispered to herself.., "Chana... you can do this... remember your training" She closed her eyes, breathing deep. "tell me... tell me where we need to go" She wasn't even sure if that thing wanted to be removed? Or even could be removed. What she did feel instead, as she finally was able to calm herself down to a point that she could meditate, was an overwhelming need to find another Holocron. "Find another?" she questioned internally. Would finding another maybe allow this one to... move into the other one? Would that work? "where?... tell me where... please" she was practically begging. She needed to know where. She wanted this over.

"Korridor" the planet flashed in her mind. "Korridor"

If she could have gone alone, she would have, but that same intuition told her that he needed to be with her. That he was instrumental in ridding her of this thing. He was instrumental in her life.

It was hours later, and deep in the middle of the night when she made her way back to the room. She slipped in quietly, but would not approach where he still lay. She sat near the small window, on the floor, again drawing her legs up to her.

"I know you are not sleeping. We have to go to Korridor. That is where the temple is"...

 

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Chandara was actually glad that he seemed to be... well... back to himself. That was fine by her. She nodded to him when he told her to come on and follow him. She would be fine, as long as he did not touch her.

She wrapped her own new cloak around herself, there was nothing in the room she wanted or needed, she had her lightsaber, other than the 2 discarded daggers, which she did scoop up. If she never saw that room or this planet again, that would be fine by her.

Even she could see that the luxury yacht ship that appeared and landed was the perfect vessel. The military ones were guarded, this one, would not be. The military ones could easily be tracked and were suspicious no matter where they went. This one would not be. When he looked back at her for a moment as the Dignitaries stepped off the vessel, she nodded her approval, not that he needed it of course, but no matter what happened, they were still a team until she could get that thing out of her head.

"You wait here...." Again, she nodded. The thing was, she already knew exactly what he was going to do. She had wanted to know more about him, she found out all she ever wanted to know now. He was going to kill everyone on that ship, and, Chandara no longer cared. If it took killing them all, then fine, kill them all. If he had wanted help, she would do exactly that. The thought actually scared her a little. She had gone into training to kill, but only when specifically needed, and only specific targets. This was just, slaughter, and a part of her was fine with it. What was happening to her?

It did not take him long, he was that quick and efficient. She saw his signal and silently made her way to the ship. She knew, as well as he did, that they had to get out of there quickly, before the Dignitaries returned. That would be the last thing they needed.

Boarding the ship, she found the dead, there were 5 of them, apparently the Pilot, Co-Pilot, a Navigator of some sort, and 2 guards, most likely for the slave girls. Surprisingly, Jordran had left the 6 slave girls alive. Chandara found that, well... out of character for him? She was not sure. Did he want to keep them for use? No, that did not work for her. He traveled light, 6 slave girls was not traveling light. What was his end game?

But, she did not bother to ask. He was in the pilot seat, familiarizing himself with the ship, so Chandara took care of the slaves. A dark, very dark look came over her face, shone in her eyes, and a moment later, light saber in hand, she killed 4 of the slave girls, leaving 2 of them alive. Those 2 would be his, to do with as he pleased. As long as it kept him away from her, she cared less. It was a surprising feeling for her, a shocking one, actually. But 2 slaves were a lot easier to deal with than 6, and selling them was not an option. She knew as well as he did that they had to keep a low profile. Leaving them there would not work, no witnesses was the preference.

After securing the other 2, caged, she made her way to the cabin where he was. When he looked back at her, she coldly announced "The 2 remaining slave girls are yours, to use as you see fit. If you do not want them, I will dispose of them the same way I did the others"... her voice was so dark, so cold. And she still would not look at him, not in the eyes.

 

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~~ This post was written by both MoMadness and myself ~~

What was it with Jordran and ships. First the one that pretty much blew itself apart and stranded them on that forsaken planet and now this. The fuel cells were not fully charged, they were being shot at, and he just jumped into hyperspace, which was going to use what power the fuel cells had. Did he even know where they would emerge?

She was about to yell that over to him when he turned to her and growled... "Did I hear you right? You killed some slave girls? You killed ... OHNAKA's slave girls?!?!"

It was the first time since he had............ that she looked him in the eyes.

"Yeah, I did. So the fuck what. We have no means to care for 6 fucking slaves and selling them or leaving them behind was out of the question... 2 should be more than enough for you to amuse yourself"

She was staring at him, tense, taut, and trembling. He was a killer, what did it matter if she killed too. Maybe she was like her mother. Maybe, he was right!!

Jordran just stared at her like he had never seen her before. He was at a loss for words. He did NOT like being at a loss of words. The ship could be returned in one piece and hopefully after a few tasks run for him, would pay off the inconvenience of stealing it in the first place. Killing slave girls.... other branded slave girls on the other hand.... that was a whole other issue.

"What the hell happened to your whole jedi code? I am sure your Master would love to hear you brutally murdered four living beings..." he eyed her warily... ready to arm up if necessary.

"He's not here is he" she snapped back. What the hell was the matter with her? He was right. She was a Jedi. Wasn't she? Chandara shook her head, and for a minute, confusion colored her eyes. She looked away from him, not down, just away.

"Look, I just want this cursed thing out of me. I am willing to do whatever it takes to get it out of me. If killing those slaves are a means to that end, then I would do it again. HOW is that different from who YOU killed? Your a SITH... why haven't you killed ME yet? I am nothing to you. Before this thing crawled it's way into my head, I was nothing to you, yet you allowed me to live.. Isn't that against YOUR code?"

Jordran growled, "And how did killing four slaves expedite this task?"

When she didn't answer, he said, "A Sith for a purpose. We have no quarrel killing anything or anyone, as long as it serves a purpose. Killing the crew of this ship served a purpose. Randomly killing slaves has no purpose."

He felt her turning her eyes back to him. His back was to her and he touched a spot on a screen and said, "This will have to do. Hydrk Station. Its a small depot about 8 hours away, neutral. Not loyal to anyone. Should be able to get in and out quickly enough."

He glanced back at her as the ship shifted slightly for the change of course. "Have you figured out the purpose yet?"

"And you were prepared to deal with 6 slave girls? We could not afford to be seen trying to sell them, and we could not leave them behind. I did them a fucking favor. YOU were a slave, did YOU want to be a slave, because I get the feeling you fucking hated it!!"

"And don't talk to me about purpose. Did what YOU did to ME serve a fucking purpose?? I wish you had just KILLED ME"

She had stepped back from him now. No longer able to look at him. She had no clue what was making her so angry. It wasn't all because of what he had done to her. It wasn't all that. It was realizing her mother had tortured him. He did that to her because of what he endured. The rational piece of Chandara's brain understood that, not that it made it right. but understood. It wasn't like she had been saving herself for anyone. She had never given sex a second thought until now. But she felt she betrayed everything she tried to be. And now, she just no longer cared. She just wanted it to be over. If she pushed him hard enough, maybe it would be.

"Ahh.." He said as he walked back to the pilot station and checked the course once more. Everything looked good. They had about 8 hours till they reached the station.

He heard the door into the cockpit open and then close and he looked back and found she had left. He did know EXACTLY how she was feeling in truth. Her mother had lied to him, made false promises to him, got him killing for her on her behalf, beat him, and nearly destroyed him. Had it not been for the Dooku pulling him out of the quagmire he had been in, he would have been dead he was sure.

He headed out of the cockpit and was immediately alerted to trouble at the sound of the faint buzzing of a lightsaber! He had one of his sabers in his hands once more ready to defend, but found nothing to fight. The next thought that hit him had him running towards the relatively small cargo room where 6 vertical cages all stood in a row along one wall of the hold. 4 of the cages had the carcasses of dead slaves in them while the other two had women in them, scurried back against the back of the cage, not nearly far enough to get away from the potential swing of Chana's lightsaber! She stood there staring at them, rage and anger filling her eyes.

She moved like lightning, bringing that saber up to strike down the closest slave girl! He raised his hand, reaching out with the force and yanked her saber out of her hand and into his own, causing her own growl of anger to echo through the chamber. She turned, staring at him, almost as if she were not even seeing him. "I think I am going to keep this a while." He stepped towards her causing her to stumble back from him, her rage, or was it fear, so great she nearly fell back.

"Give that back to me" her voice as low, not a shrill scream, it was more of a demand. Chandara was not stupid, she knew her force was no match for his, this was not a battle she would win. But maybe.. that was what she wanted. Maybe, to kill whatever that was that now was buried inside her, she needed to die. Maybe that was how this worked...

"GIVE IT BACK" she was still growling. She had no other weapons, other than the daggers and those would do no good against him, she already knew that... but she could kill the slaves when them, that would be easy...

She turned, one dagger already in her hand. It hit the one girl in the back of her cage, thru her widened eye and into her brain, she did not even have a chance to scream, before she fell over dead...

There was just one more left.... If he didn't want her for use, why bother keeping her, she was just extra baggage...

"You are acting like a spoiled temperamental child." He stepped one step towards her, then to her surprise, he lifts his saber up... and ran it through the neck of the remaining slave! As her eyes widened in horror... then closed. She collapsed into the floor of the cell. "I just killed her... in order to save you."

Her eyes shifted to the women in the cell. He said, "All their blood is on your hands.... With a jerk of his other hand a control panel on the opposite wall opened and all six cage doors opened! He used the force, grabbed each of the now dead slaves, pulled them out of the cells, hurling their bodies into the disposal on the wall. He watched her as she held her knife in the air, ready to attack. He said, "You want to kill me do you? You do and that never comes out of you."

He didn't even give her a chance to react as the force grabbed her by the waist, the shock caused her to drop her only remaining dagger as the other was in the body that was just disposed of. He flung her into one of the cells, he hit the switches on the control panel and the cell doors slammed shut once more. He lit up his saber and for a brief moment, he pushed it into the locking mechanism in the door, causing all the components to melt into one piece. He pulled it out, then picked up the remaining dagger and tucked it into his pocket. He put the sabers away as well.

"Do you remember that trust we had begun to develop? It's gone. You want to act like a child not getting her way, fine. You can do it from a place where you can't hurt anyone." He turned and walked towards the door to head back up into the ship.

It did not take her long to come to the conclusion... He.. was right.

 

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~ This Post was written by MoMadness and myself ~

He walked over to the 'mess hall' which had a surprisingly large assortment of delicacies in them. He walked past them all, pulled out two bottles of water, a loaf of bread, and a bowl of fruit.

She had let herself get lost in the rage she felt. It was the same thing when the boys had killed the pup. Then it had been rage and despair. This time it was rage and emptiness. She had reacted the same then, nearly killing the one boy. She reacted the same now, killing without thinking. Her Mentor had calmed her down back then, he had grabbed her, restrained her, and calmed her.

Jordran did the same thing, different method, same outcome.

It took longer for her to calm this time. As a child, Kanar had held her, and helped her refocus. She did not have that this time. She had to do this herself. She had to remember her training, but her emotions were getting in the way.

This was all because of that thing inside her. What had he hoped to find in it? What was he still hoping to find in it?

Yet, she found it ironic that he talked about trust, when it was he that ripped that away from her when he raped her.

But she had to put that behind her. She had to find her balance again. She would not allow him to control her. She would not allow that Holocron inside her to control her. At least that is what she was trying to tell herself.

"How.... how do you control your emotions?" she said the question outloud, she knew he could hear her.

"We don't." Jordran said as he slipped out of the cargo hold leaving her alone to her thoughts.

He left and walked back down to the cargo hold once more and opened it. He saw her in her meditation pose and she flinched when the door opened. Apparently, she was not very deep in meditation. He then walked to her cage and sat down before her in the same pose as she was in. He slid a bottle of water through the bars and the fruit. He tore off half of the loaf of bread and set it in the bowl as well. He then studied her for a long while eating his meal. He smirked, "I know you are pretending. Open your eyes. Eat."

Jordran looked into Chana's eyes and he shifted his own eyes to the meal. "The Jedi try to do something that is impossible. They try to purge emotion from the mind. They want to pretend emotion doesn't really exist and you can list your life free of it. They deny themselves love, hate, fear, excitement, joy, grief. They believe that if you can suppress those emotions hard enough, you can truly master yourself. They believe that if you suppress those emotions... that you will find peace. The first line of the Sith Code... Peace is a lie."

He bit into his bread and drank his water. He looked at her intently and said, "You can't control your emotions. They are as much a part of you as is breathing or eating. You would surely die without those two and you would die inside if you got rid of your emotions. So instead of trying to control it or suppress it, you ride the emotions. You learn how to read your emotions and prepare for it when you face them. You channel your emotions.... your passion. 'Peace is a lie, there is only passion.'"

"You channel your emotions.... your passion"
"Peace is a lie... there is only passion"


Chandara repeated that partial phrase. She recognized it immediately, she had heard him say it before, she had asked him about it, and that had, as usual, pissed him off. She had a hell of a knack of doing that to him.

"How?" she had never tried to channel her emotions, she had suppressed them. "Find Balance" was what her Mentor always told her. Was that what he meant? No, that did not sound or feel right to her. How did one channel their emotions without controlling them?

She was watching him intently, as she went ahead and ate the fruit he provided. Is that what had gotten him over what her mother did to him? Channeling those obviously intense emotions, to become what he was now? That is until she came along. Had she, or the Holocron, triggered something inside him and his only way of channeling that was his attack on her? Well, actually she knew the answer to that. He had seen not her, but her mother. And what she had done to him. Much like she was reacting to what he had done to her and killed those slave girls without a thought. It was the same thing, she realized.

"Jordran"....

She waited for him to look up at her.

"I'm sorry for what ... she did to you. I think I understand now, why what happened... between you and me... happened. I want to know how to deal with these emotions. How to.... I want to learn more from you. Please"

Jordran said nothing as she talked about her mother. Anger flooded him once more at her and he quickly channeled it back into himself. He only nodded and said, "It wasn't your fault. You don't have to apologize for her actions."

He hesitated and drank a little more water and then he said, "I ... regret what happened to you... What ... I did to you."

There was a long moment of silence as they ate. He could feel her emotions were no longer in a tempest, but a storm. He said, "I... cannot teach you anything."

He felt disappointment in her. He said, "If I teach you any part of my life, you would be expelled from the Jedi Order, perhaps imprisoned or executed."

Jordran let his eyes lock on her as she processed this...

She knew that him feeling that regret was foreign to him, she could sense that. At least he realized what he did, and she realized that he had not attacked "her"... but her mother. She nodded to his word, her indication that she would put the entire incident behind her.

"Maybe I was not meant to be a Jedi, but, more like you?" She remembered, the wolf pup. She had hated that Kanar had not let her take her anger, her despair, out on the boy. It was his fault, he deserved it. She had been glad that he was blind in one eye, she still was.

"The Jedi do not even know you..... exist" As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she realized something, something she had not even thought of before now. If he were truly Sith, he would not be able to allow her to return to the Jedi order. She'd reveal that Sith did exist. She'd reveal everything she knew. She was a liability.

"I can't go back" she quietly said, looking down and away from him. "You can't let me go back, knowing what I know. My choices just came down to... 2... You kill me once that thing is out of my head... or.. I become what you are..."

"They know." Jordran said calmly. He saw her look up at him and he said, "The Sith have already revealed themselves... twice now. The Jedi leadership... hides it. They fear what we could do to them. All you would do is have yourself purged from the jedi order by doing this and not giving them much more detail than what they already know."

He looked back up at her and smirked at her surprise and he said, "You really think your Master... or Yoda... or Mace Wimpo or Wnku or whatever his name is would tell you all their little secrets? Would it shock you to know that they are dealing with a Sith of their own? Someone deep in the Republic? I don't know who, but someone dangerous to the Order?"

He tossed the last piece of bread into his mouth and chewed it down. He then said, "Oh yes... the jedi will not last much longer. But that has nothing to do with you or me now. You are in a dangerous path you are on right now. I can help you if you really want it, but you will have to unlearn what you have learned... that is not easy... not easy at all. But if you are ready to accept the payment you will have to take, I will try to help you channel those emotions better..."

She went completely silent. If they knew.. that Sith existed, why would they keep it secret? Was that what they were training her for? Was that the ultimate end game. Train her to kill... Sith? But Chandara already knew the answer to that, even as the question flashed in her mind. "yes"... a simple one word answer... "yes" ... Had she been sent to guard the Grand General because.....

It was as if a light had suddenly gone off inside her, as if it all made sense now. Her mission had not been to guard the Grand General for training purposes, it had been to kill the Sith that they knew was coming. But why her? A word again flashed across her mind... expendable... No wonder the explosion of the ship and the talk of survivors had garnered such a response back on the planet.

But did they, meaning the Jedi, know about the Holocron? Or was that just a coincidence? If there was a Sith within their order, had he turned on the Sith order or had the Jedi extracted the information. Did the Jedi have a spy within the Sith themselves?

"I think, I was supposed to kill you back on the ship, and I failed... "

 

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"Anyone or anything could drop in on us. Republic, the Confederation, Ohnaka, pirates, anyone. We need to make sure our weapons are up and running. I will need you to head back to the cockpit, keep an eye on the scanners for any incoming. If they are friendly, get us help. If not, get the weapons and shields up to help."

She headed back up to the bridge. She made sure to keep the scanners running, what scanners worked, to ensure no more of those spider bots didn't just suddenly drop down on them again. She figured they were safe, for now. But they had to get the ship running, or they'd just drift out here and die.

It had to be a couple hours or more, of nothing happening, when a light began to blink. There was no alarm sounding, and she guessed that was because he had knocked them all out earlier. There was really no way to tell what was working and what wasn't until one tried it.

Chandara stepped closer to the window, searching the vastness of space in front of her. Nothing. But then again, whatever it was could be... behind...

That's when she heard the communication...

"This is Confederate Heavy Cruiser Malicious, you will prepare to be boarded"

MOONs this was NOT good.

She hit the comm link...

"Jordran, we have a problem. We have been spotted by a Confederate Heavy Cruiser, and they are going to board us"

This was NOT good for her. Chances were they would figure out very quickly that she was a Jedi. And there was no way either of them could fight the ship off, not a Heavy Cruiser.

This just got worse than it already had, at least for her...

 

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This was the most frightened Chandara had been in a very long time. She was not even this scared when she had begged him to kill her. She was not even this scared when he raped her, she was more horrified and angry than scared.

This, was fear. She did not want to be caged. Chained. A prisoner. Any of those things.

"Look at me... Me... LOOK AT ME!"

He grabbed her face and turned her to look at him. Her eyes met his and locked there. She was trembling, the whole of her body quivering. "I accept your request to train you. I accept your role as my Apprentice. I will keep you safe, but you have to trust me... Finish getting dressed... hurry..."

Chandara nodded and quickly got out of her fighting clothes, and into that metallic bikini. It clung to her, accenting the roundness of her breasts, the curve of her hip and her incredibly long legs. If she were truly a slave girl, she was spectacular, with her long midnight black mane toppling down over her shoulders and back, not to mention her dark eyes. The only thing marring her perfection was the scar upon her right shoulder from the laser blast, and the one that snaked under her chin and along her throat.

She again met his gaze when he locked that device around her throat and wrists. He knew she didn't like it, he could sense how helpless she felt. She had not felt this out of control, this level of fear since she was a child.

He was about to say something to her when they both heard the heavy clank of the outer door. Chandara willingly stepped back into the cage/cell that had housed the slaves she had killed and visibly recoiled with the door slammed shut and was locked. She hoped she had not just made a very bad mistake....

 

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Chandara warily watched the exchange between Jordran and the droids. She really did not like most droids. These ones were no exception.

She almost involuntarily stepped back from him when he came into the cell with a leash and a gag. She was liking this less and less especially when he shoved it into her mouth. She caught his wink, but that did not help to lesson her fear. Her Mentor had always warned her about the Confederate Alliance. Never mind that the idea of being imprisoned, chained, she had to consciously fight to keep her rising terror in check. The one thing that always got her in trouble was her emotions. Fear, for her, was one of the worst ones.

She followed his lead, not that she had much of a choice, thru the stranded luxury craft and into the Cruiser. It was significantly larger than the the luxury ship and as she followed along, she tried to note as much as she could about it in her memory. They passed a mass of driods descending on the smaller ship to search it, as well as a good contingent in the obvious hangar area they were now in. She counted only one other vessel, it looked like a small transport, maybe for bringing passengers on or off this larger Cruiser. But she had not seen any life forms at all. Just Droids...

She almost hesitated again at the lift but a light tug on the leash and she stepped in. Chandara found herself wanting to see his eyes again, to just lock into his gaze to calm herself and he turned just then. She was quivering, trembling, and did not even realize it, but he did, and she felt a gentle sensation along the back of her neck, a warmth, as if he were touching her himself to calm her nerves. She did let the tension ease some, at least for a few moments....

Until the door opened on the upper deck and they stepped out.

"On your knees slave Pt'tk!" He eyed her, and she complied going to her knees, trembling. He stood with a leg next to her, and she leaned slightly into him, just needing to feel his strength close to her, "I have orders from Count Dooku. You will..."

"... you carry a human slave from the Republic. We will require to interrogate her." The droid said as he walked towards her. "You will relinquish her to me now."

"I will not. She is my property. You will not touch her. SHE IS MINE...." He said with a surprising amount of venom in his words. He would fight to the death to keep her.

"Now now, let's not get violent..." the words came slowly, from the shadows behind the driod. She stepped out into the light, a quick dismissive motion given to the droid.

"Jordran Brin, it's been a while. I was not expecting to see you in this far out. I had thought Master Dooku had sent you on a mission to retrieve a Holocron"

Just the word made Chandara tense, a sensation he could feel against his leg.

"She is lovely, spoils from a raid I take it? That was a Ohnaka slave ship that we just pulled you off of, crew, slaves. dead. Just could not bring yourself to kill such a pretty specimen?" She was slowly walking around both of them as she spoke. Her movements were deliberate, dangerous. "It is rare when the Ohnaka get a human slave, but not unheard of. What is your name girl?"

Chandara raised her eyes to Jordran first as if asking permission. She knew the game being played. She didn't like it, but she knew it. His gave an almost imperceptible nod, and removed the gag. Chandara quickly lowered her eyes once more, not looking at the.. woman... "Chana" ....

"Pretty, you know Jordran, you need to mark her as yours, before she gets stolen away by another slave trader... I suggest using a welding torch to simply brand your mark into her thigh, or her breast, or her throat, whatever works for you" her smile, it was almost evil.

"So Jordran, care to favor me with your exploits on our trip home?"

 

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Chana knew she had to play this right. Whoever this was, she knew, inherently, that she was dangerous. To both of them. So yes, she had to play this right. If this woman, or whatever she was, figured out she was not really a slave... that she was a Jedi...

She had to give Jordran credit, with his explanation of her being a companion and not a slave on the slave ship. It would explain any lapses that Chana may make.

"I will help you brand her with your mark if you like."

Chana nearly stopped in her tracks. Brand her? Did that woman just say brand her? Chana's breath caught, any color in her cheeks at all drained away and drained away fast.

"That would be... fine."

That.... that would be... FINE????

It took every ounce of strength, and discipline, for Chana to not react, other than what, more than likely any other captured slave may do, which was catch her breath, and visibly start trembling. The woman raised an eyebrow, sensing the fear that was radiating off of Chana. She did not even register that they had stopped walking and were standing before a door, most likely to some kind of quarters for any humans or living beings that were riding along.

"I haven't had a chance to clean up in weeks and I plan on ... breaking this whore in... so ... if you will excuse me."

Asajj grabbed his shoulder once more and said, "You know, I could ... join...."

"Now what would Count Dooku think about his apprentices fucking?" Jordran said as he slipped into the room with Chana behind him in tow.

Apprentice? Was she... Sith too?

As soon as the door closed, she backed away from him, as far as the leash he still held, would allow. "Your not... Your not going to ... to..... brand me? Are you?" she was genuinely terrified. Her voice was soft, she knew better than to speak too loud. She had no clue if that woman, whoever she was, was just outside listening, or in the next room, or had a listening device... He could see that she was shaking, and shaking badly.

 

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What he said scared her more deeply than anything had up to this point. But she knew he was right. He was absolutely right. She could see that in his eyes.

"I understand Jordran, I understand. I will not betray what you are doing to keep me safe." she looked down and away. She knew that he could have so easily told that woman, that Sith, if that was what she was, that he had captured a Jedi. Her fate would be, more than likely, exactly what he had just stated. His, would have been, she guessed, he would have been rewarded. Rewarded for capturing a Jedi alive.

She knew he was taking a huge chance, to keep her safe.

Once he freed her from the restraints, she took a minute to massage her wrists, before sliding her hands to the back of her neck, caressing the ache that had started to form there. Her head canted back, long dark strands of her black hair spilling down as she shook her head lightly to chase away the kinks that had been forming while in that, thing, was all she could call it.

She could feel him watching her, feel his eyes, his stare.

"I know I owe you my life Jordran" She did. Him doing this for her, he was essentially saving her life. "I will do whatever is needed, I promise... I do not want to see you flayed alive either, on the account of me. You have suffered enough for one lifetime"

Her eyes met his again, and she actually reached up and let the very tips of her fingers very lightly graze the side of his face. She knew he did not like being touched. She knew that came from what her mother had done to him. "I am not my mother" she whispered, she having leaned into him, her breath warm, moist in his ear...

 

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"It is time you face what you fear."

Face what she feared? She feared being enslaved. She feared being caged. She feared being found out as a Jedi and tortured. Wasn't she facing that even now?

She also feared what he had done to her. She had put it out of her mind, until now.

She had let him strip her naked, she had done the same to him, but she refused to look at him, turning her head away, keeping her eyes down. It was almost as if she shut down. Part of her, she had to admit, part of her felt the attraction, the draw to him. Was it him, or the force that dwelled within him? Was it him, or what he could teach her, show her, that her Mentor could not. The other part of her was terrified, at what was happening, on the ship, with that mysterious female, and with him.

The heated water turned on, it felt soothing, calming, comforting as it cascaded over both her and him. He turned her to face the wall, placing her hands to the cool surface. "Keep them there" he whispered, his voice quiet, but it was a command. Chana did not protest. She had her eyes closed, trying to stay calmed, to not let fear overtake her again.

Her breath caught, her entire body tensed, every muscle taut as soon as he began touching her. "Jordran" she started to say, started to protest, but bit her lower lip hard to keep from crying out. He did not cease that slow, languid, seductive caress of his hands, large enough to easily cup both her round, heavy breasts, gentle enough to roll her nipples between his fingertips, bringing forth not a cry, but a soft, quiet purr from her lips. As his hands descended lower, the palms easily gliding along her now wet skin, one hand resting at her waist, just at the curve of her hip, the other proceeded to her most intimate of places.

Chana gasped, and tried to twist away from the invasive touch, but could not. He was against her, holding her, captive, against the shower wall. She raked her nails along the wall as panic threatened to overtake her, but his low "shhhhh" in her ear, his voice deep, almost melodic, kept her fear at bay. And, he found that her body was betraying her, the moisture along the slit of her sex warmer, slicker, than the water that flowed over both their bodies..

"Here I go" his voice that same melodic, seductive tone.

Chana did cry out this time, when she felt the length of him, long, thick, steel rod hard, push into the tightness that was her sex. Her back arched, she clawing at the wall as if wanting to get away but she could not. The weight of him pinning her tightly until she was fully impaled upon him, his cock buried deep in the velvet grasp of her pussy. She was gasping, almost panting, her heart beating so wildly that he could most likely feel it pulsating thru the walls of her sex that enveloped him.

When he began pulling back and rocking forward, her now drenched body sliding fluidly against the shower wall, her gasps turned to low moans, rippling past her lips, accented with the sharp inhale of her breath when he thrust back inside her.

It was slow, but the motion became a rhythm, his hips rocking backwards and forward again, his shaft exiting and penetrating, her pussy grasping, wrapping tightly around him, the muscles seeming to entice him in deeper, her body quivering, trembling, but most important, her own hips rolling back to meet his advances. Yes, she clawed at the wall at first, until she settled into that sultry motion. Her head, which had been hanging down low as she fought her fear, now canted back as she cried out loud. It did not matter if that female heard her, or heard his groans of pleasure, he had stated he was going to use her... but this was not just use. This was pleasure, this was desire, this was lust, this was want, this was need...

Now, Chana's hands were flat to the wall, she using the wall for leverage to press back to him, his thrusting up and into her willing sex becoming more urgent, more fervent, her body shaking with every drive of his own hips that impaled her deeper and deeper. He held her hips, keeping her steady. Chana could feel that building pressure, that night that he had raped her, it had exploded through her suddenly, almost violently, catching her off guard, the intensity having scared her. This, this was different. She could feel it, gathering strength, gathering intensity, but not suddenly letting loose, this feeling was as if she were climbing, ascending, her heart pounding, the heat within her, in her sex, along her skin, in her very core, reaching a boiling point and when it finally hit that crescendo, she felt her body tighten, she felt her pussy spasm, and then let loose the flood of her own orgasm, she screamed, she screamed his name... "JORDRANNNNNN" a passion filled, heated call that came from her very depths as she climaxed, closing like a vice around Jordran's still thrusting cock.....

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

This was not rape...

This was wanted, desired, and as he pulled free of her body and turned her, she leaned in and kissed him. It just felt right. Her lips met his, tongue seeking his.. entwining, her wet, slick, lithe body pressed to his muscular, strong form.

"I promise you, I will get you out of here, one way or another."

Chana nodded, she did not have to answer, that affirmative nod was all that was needed, leaning in to kiss him again, a low moan purring past her willing lips.

She was not expecting him to grasp her leg, lifting it up as he leaned her back against that same shower wall. He was erect and pushing inside her again, her head going back, unable, or maybe it was unwilling, to stop the passion filled cry that came from her very depths. He quieted her with his hand, as she rode his cock, rocking between that wall and him, her breasts swaying, her body quivering. It took mere minutes for her climax to build again, the heat inside her hitting that searing hot precipice and sending her over once more, she clung to him as she came, the walls of her pussy twisting and twitching and spasming around his length.

The shower water was cold when he and she finally emerged. She, was spent, having endured 2, very intense orgasms. But, as he noticed the prominent mirror along the counter, he smiled, gently bending her naked form over that counter.

"You keep your eyes on yourself.... Just watch yourself... not me... keep them open...."

Chana was unsure what he wanted to accomplish, but she nodded. To be honest, she did not have much of a voice for all her orgasmic screaming, even just into his hand.

He began to run his hands over her body once more... cupping her breasts, biting her neck, biting on the back of her neck behind her hair. Every time she closed her eyes, he corrected her. Every time her head moved in any direction but straight ahead, he corrected her. For this next few minutes... he made Chana watch herself... especially as his cock once again found itself inside the searing heat of her body. She watched as her face flushed again, her lips quivered as she moaned, trying to keep from crying out too loudly.

The thrusting grew faster and harder... he slammed deeper into the tunnel of her sex, burying himself until his balls were soaking in the moisture that was her pussy, grabbing her hair to force her to watch.... he reached around and found her clit, swollen, and pulsing, and when she screamed out once more in orgasm, this time, she came even harder, more intense, her own juices flooding out from around his still buried cock, and down, spilling out to the bathroom floor!!! He came once more hard, relentless, coating the inside of her... filling her womb with his seed!!!

She was panting, nearly exhausted when he finally allowed her to relax. He easily lifted her into his arms and carried her to the outer chamber. There, he laid her carefully on the one bed that occupied the room. He turned to step away, but she reached for him..

"No, stay" she whispered quietly. Her voice was a bit rough at the moment.

He nodded, climbing into the bed with her, she curling her body against his... her back to his chest, his arms around her.

"Jordran....tell me... tell me something, anything, about you. About who you are. Or how you became what you are. Anything. I just... want to know more" she turned her head to look back at him with her dark eyes.. she wanted to know more than what she had seen, she wanted to know what was in his head, and his heart.

 

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He was right. She had seen, as if she had been right there, many of the things he had endured, let alone what he had done with his own hands. She wasn't even sure why she asked that particular question, but, as lay there, naked, spent, she realized, she asked because she hoped he would give her a tidbit of information that was not, as horrific or traumatizing as what she had witnessed.

She wanted a piece of him that was, well not human, he was not human as she was, she wanted a piece of him that was, hopeful, compassionate, normal.

She also wished, as she put that slave bikini on, that she could wear anything else but that. She had never been comfortable showing off her body, and this did not help that anxiety. But it did reinforce his story of her being a companion and not already a slave. She thought that most, other than enslaved females, would be uncomfortable in such a skimpy, body baring, outfit. So her nervousness wearing it, was very genuine.

The collar and cuffs, were as unnerving as well. She never, not once in her entire life, had she envisioned herself in a collar or cuffs, not even for sexual play. This, of course was not sexual play and had nothing to do with sexual play. This was very real, and necessary to keep her.. and him... safely ensconced in the lie, the story, that he was weaving.

The collar, for her, was the hardest one to deal with. She did hesitate, but it was nothing more than a split second, before she obeyed his "Lift your hair" command, which she did, lacing her slightly trembling fingers into and thru her long still lightly damp, ebony mane and moving it aside. When the collar made that slight metal sound of closure, Chana's breath caught for a moment. She could not fight off the thought of.. would that collar ever come off? Or had she just sealed her fate?

"I... own a piece of land... on Guthrie VII. I have caretakers managing it. I keep a flock of Furdinks there. It's ... one of the few things I do own."

Jordran looked back at her and said, "You asked for something new about me.... no one else knows that."

His delayed answer to her question was a welcome distraction from the thought that had just invaded her mind. Furdinks. She knew what those were. She loved almost all animals, from the lowest Klatooine paddy frogs and gwerps... to skinWolves ... to Banthas.. and everything in between. He also gave her what she wanted, not only something no one else knew, and she had a feeling this land was gained long after he had killed her mother, but something normal, very normal.

"Thank you for telling me that" she let her eyes meet his.

"um, I do have one question that I need to know before we continue with this ruse. How do I address you? I need to make sure I address you correctly. Is it Master, Master Jordran, Sir, my Lord... I know the variables are endless, but I get the distinct feeling that.. that woman is suspect of our story and we need to make sure we are... genuine...."

 

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Chana knew that both their lives pretty much depended on her act and acting correctly. She hated this. She hated feeling so... vulnerable. Even when she taunted him to kill her, at least she was in control of what she was saying and her intentions. She was completely out of control now.

She listened, she mimicked, and she learned. But when he hit her with the electric charge, that was unexpected, she did not even have the option to brace for it. The pain tore thru her, from her wrists, ankles and throat. Her scream was ripped from her throat and she collapsed, hard, down to her knees, falling forward to her hands, panting and trembling.

"I am sorry, but you have to be aware of what can be done."

His thumbed moved in a reverse circular pattern and he said, "On the other side, it can reward you too... " He pressed the button again and suddenly Chana felt her body go taut, her sex, her clit, pulsated, her nipples grew peaked and hard, her legs went weak as the orgasm, so sudden and so intense, shot through her entire body, and she was again driven to her hands and knees, panting, and nearly sobbing now..."Don't... please" she begged quietly, suddenly terrified of what he was going to show, or demonstrate next..

"This thing can make you feel your skin being cut open, beating, slaps, amputations, pretty much anything in the holder's imagination. I have it and it will stay with me... but if I have to use it in front of others, I will.... I just want you to know. One more thing... they can do this too..." He pressed a third button on remote and, she had no more than just gotten back to her feet when her arms clamped together and then connected to her collar. Her ankles shifted so they are 12 inches apart and locked together with some invisible energy, it was like a magnet of some kind and now she was completely helpless, unable to move.

"Jordran.. please"... and he released her. She letting a slow exhale of breath past her lips.

He was about to say something when they both heard the doors swish open.

Chana quickly straightened, her legs parted to shoulder length wide, she slid her arms behind her, and lowered her eyes, not daring to look at or meet the very glaring stare of the female as she entered. Her skin was flush, not with any kind of desire, but with the exertion and fear given what he had just done to her, shown her. She could not cease the quivering of her nearly naked body, her legs were still weak. Chana understood that she had needed to know, but her fear was not that he would torture her with that ability to make her feel such pain, or even pleasure, or helplessness, it was if the female demanded that remote from him. Was she superior to him? Were they equal??

It did cross her mind that, he most likely knew all about this horrifying torture collar and cuffs because he had endured them as well. At the hands of her mother.

The one other thing was, the room still had the scent of their... activities... and her throat both the front and back, had the faint marks his teeth had made when he was teasing her, fucking her.

"Are you expecting... a fight Jordran?"

Chana wanted to say YES, he's always on guard.. why are you LOOKING for a fight? She'd always been the smartass and many times that got her in all kinds of trouble with her Mentor and the others in her class. But she stayed completely silent, not even daring to look upwards.....

 

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As soon as the door closed, Chana breathed a quiet sigh of relief. But, the little exchange with this woman made her realize this was not going to be an easy ruse to pull off. Especially not for her. This thought came as she reached up, letting the tips of her fingers examine the collar, the surface perfectly smooth, no seam, not even where the leash attached.. It was the same with the cuffs on her wrists and ankles.

Unfortunately, she did not have free reign in the room. He had left her leashed to the bed, which, when she thought about it, made sense. Slaves would not be allowed any freedoms whatsoever. Chana was not unfamiliar with what slavery was, it had been a very detailed part of her schooling and training. Slavery was a part of life for many people of many species.

She just never thought she would be part of that world, even if this was nothing more than an elaborate plan, to keep her safe. She knew Jordran was taking a chance with his own life by pursuing this, a chance he did not have to take. He could easily tell this woman, and maybe even his own Sith Lord Master, that she was a Jedi that he captured, that the Holocron was now inside her. If he did that, she knew she'd be tortured, more than likely torn apart, mind and body, and dead. What, what if he was telling him that right now?

It was that thought that had invaded her mind when she heard the door swish open again. She had sat down, cross legged on the bed while these thoughts assaulted her. When the door opened, she had expected to see Jordran, but instead....

It... was... her...

Chana had a moment of fight or flight. Flight was not an option, that left fight, but unfortunately, that also was not an option. Her lightsaber was in the room, hidden in the pack that was out of her reach, unless she used the force...

NO, she couldn't, that would betray the entire plan, that would betray Jordran. He had not betrayed her yet, that she knew of. And his punishment for lying as he had would mirror her own fate she was sure. No, Chana had to trust him, she had no other choice.

She quickly slid off the bed and to her knees, not daring to stand and appear as if she was "threatening" the woman as she entered. She kept her back straight, her head up, but eyes lowered, altho she did listen carefully so she could sense when the woman approached, and her eyes, kept lowered, warily watched for the shadow to come into view so she could at least judge when she drew close...

"Greetings Mistress" Chana felt it was important that she acknowledge her, to ignore her could be seen as an insult. She had to fight with her own inner pride to not growl the words at her, to not snarl or hiss or show any real feeling at all, especially not... fear......

 

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~~This post was written by both MoMadness and Myself ~~

Asajj let a long slow smile grow on her lips as she reached the door and locked it. She turned her head back toward the slave and walked slowly towards her, her heeled boots clicking on the metal deck. She said, "I have known Jordran for a few years now and in my entire time, I have never seen him approve of slavery..." She walked up to her and knuckled her chin to make the woman look at her. "He was a gladiator and a slave his entire childhood through adulthood. I have seen him tear people apart who owned or used slaves. One reason I suspect he went after that Grand General. It is in his nature to free slaves, rather than keep one as a pet... so..." She grabbed her hair and turned her to look into her eyes and said, "Why ... you?"

Chana's mind was thinking and thinking fast. She had to push her fear aside. Everything hinged on the answer to this question. Everything.

Her Mentor had taught her, less is more. Give as little information as you possibly can. Never give more, you are merely giving the enemy, the interrogator more ammunition against you.

Chana's gaze was guarded, this was not something she could control. It was almost as if the gleam in her dark eyes dimmed, just ever so slightly.

"Mistress, this one can not answer that question. Master chose to spare my life, when he slaughtered the others"

She held the woman's gaze for another moment before she tore her eyes away and down. She could not come across as defiant. She could NOT.

Asajj studied her for a few seconds after her eyes dropped and she said, "Referring to yourself in the third person... How... curious."

She turned her wrist and allowed Chana to see it. She smiled when she heard her gasp. She reached to one of the dials in the middle, spun it a quarter turn, then flicked the bottom button. Without warning, Chana's legs were spread as wide as they would go, her arm spread out and up as well forcing her back to her feet. She said, "Your Master gave me this remote. Told me I could play with you... Told me what you are... Now it's your turn... tell me who you are... tell me the truth and perhaps I will reward you."... She turned another dial and pressed the top button and Chana would feel her clit being slowly licked. "Lie to me... and ... well, I heard you scream a little bit ago so I am guessing by the look on your face you know what I can do with it." She leaned in, breast on breast and pulled her head back saying, "If what you say is what your Master told me a few minutes ago, I will reward you with the real thing..."

CHANA... she internally yelled at herself. GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF...

WHY would Jordran give this woman that remote. He had told her, TOLD her, he would keep that remote. He had TOLD her that. Had he lied? Had he lied to her once yet, during the whole time she had been with him? NO, she needed to trust him. This woman... she was lying...

She lies... the words were whispered, soft, melodic... she lies...

Slaves, slaves could be mindless husks, yes. But slaves, many of them, had a voice and Chana had a voice.

"He... would not give that.. to you, Mistress" she kept her tone under control. It was not easy, given her fear, her arousal at what she was feeling and she was desperately trying to fight it, and her anger.

She could not move, that thing had her held in place. Even if she could move, Chana could not attack this woman, could not fight back. She could answer, as honestly as she could and her words had been honest. If this woman was Sith and could tap into that emotion, she would find it was true. Jordran would not have willingly let this happen to her, she had to believe that.

"My name is Chana, Mistress" was all she added to her answer. She had no real idea of Jordran had told her anything. She suspected he had not, he was NOT one to share information, at all. She did not think he would start now with this creature....

"Are you calling me a liar?" Asajj growled and slapped Chana across the face hard! She said, "Your Master GAVE me the remote and now you are calling me, the holder of your remote... a liar!" She reached behind Chana's back and unfastened the bikini top and tore it off... then unfastened the straps on the side of the bikini bottom and toss it to the ground along with the matching top.

She rolled the dial, then a second dial... the tongue licking stopped.... but was replaced with the feelings of a thick leather strap across her ass, spanking her hard! She said, "Tell me the TRUTH. And if you call me a liar once more, I will DESTROY you.... and Jordran can get another playtoy..." It didn't help that Asajj was craving Jordran as well...

YES, Chana was calling her a liar!! And she knew she was a liar!! But she was not in a position to defend that statement. But she refused to call Jordran a liar!

Chana cried out when the feeling of the leather, thick, heavy, struck across her ass, the burning sting shot thru her and she nearly went to her knees. Her breath was driven from her, and she struggled to regain her balance and resolve. She was naked, and vulnerable, and she knew she did not have the upper hand here. Hell, she had NO hand here. She was completely helpless, yet she could not and would not let her weakness show. She had the distinct feeling that if she did, she'd be in just as much trouble as she already was in...

"NO Mistress, I... misspoke" don't growl CHANA, don't growl.. the words flashed in her mind. "Master stated He would always have the remote." she stopped there. Now it was a choice. Did she call Jordran a liar or the woman.

"Tell me the TRUTH. And if you call me a liar once more, I will DESTROY you.... and Jordran can get another playtoy..."

"Perhaps You?"

The words just came out, Chana tried to stop them, she tried....

 

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~~ This Post was written by both MoMadness and myself ~~

Asajj's own anger lashed out and she slapped the woman hard again! The restraints were so tight on her, forcing her to remain in a vertical spread eagle that only her head could absorb the shock of the impact! She backhanded her once more on the other side forcing her head to jerk in the other direction. She then raised the remote up and said, "Perhaps a few minutes under the blazing suns of Tattooine would help loosen you up..." She flipped the dial once more and every cell in her body began to feel as if it was on fire!

Chana's only reaction was to scream, an agonizing shriek that came from the very depths of her. She felt as if she were burning alive. Her entire body, frozen in place, could only tense, every muscle contracted, enflamed, every nerve ending felt as if it were exploding. Her mind went white with pain, she could not think, she could only react.

She felt that demon behind her clamp her hand over her mouth to silence her. If Chana had a coherent thought, she would have bitten down, but she did not, the pain was overwhelming, tearing her apart, searing, blazing, and Chana was on the verge of passing out....

Asajj let her cook for about a minute before she turned the sensations off. She released her hand and let her hang limp from the wrist restraints gasping for air and trembling. She walked back around her and said, "I think you need to learn your place in the ... pecking order. Learn when to hold your tongue." She manipulated the dials and released her arms and legs causing her to crash into the floor. She grabbed her by the hair and pulled her onto the bed.. another flicking of the dials and Chana's wrist and ankle cuffs magnetically linked to each other, forcing her arms down in front of her and connected to her ankles. This put her ass up in the air.

She then grabbed her and rolled her onto her back and said, "I think it's time, you learn your place...." Asajj removed her tunic top and slipped off her pants.... her LONG slender legs were very thin and narrow as she crawled onto the bed, grabbed her ankles and spread her own pussy over Chana's face! She said, "You will show me how good that tongue is at something other than pissing off your superiors! If you even think of biting me, I will start cutting pieces off of you." As Chana was clearly about to say something... Asajj sat full on her face, her pussy on her mouth.

This was not something the Chana was even prepared to deal with. Jordran had raped her by catching her by surprise and she had not been able to deal with what he was doing to her at the time. This, for Chana was the same thing. She was being raped. She knew slaves were taken against their will all the time. That was a fact of life for slaves. But she was not a slave. She was playing a part and she was not sure she could play it through.

All these thoughts raced thru her head, her mind.

What her undoing was, her emotions. Her terror and her rage and her defenses all pooled together. And she screamed.... NO.....

The word flung out of her, and the wave of power of her force hit Asajj hard enough to send the long legged demon reeling across the room and hard into the door at the opposite side with a hard, sickening thud. Chana knew she had just blown the whole ruse to hell.... She knew that... and she did not have the strength or power to break the hold the collar and cuffs had on her. She knew that both her and Jordran were in so much trouble, all because her emotions had come crashing over her.

The only thing that "might" save Jordran from this.. was if he played the "I captured a Jedi and was bringing her to you as a prize, keeping her hidden from others".... That would be the only way HE would get out of this and Chana made her decision right there that she would not let him suffer because she could not control herself.

Asajj' last thought before crashing into the door and then into the floor was..... 'Force wielder!!!"

Then blackness hit her hard and she was out cold.