The Fall A Star Wars Story

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It was a time of war for the Republic. The Sith empire despite supposed treaties with the republic continued to find more and more bold ways working around the treaty to launch attacks against republic forces and to undermine the republic at any turn. The Jedi order had tasked Master Olen Jafar and his apprentice Marik Solta with investigating a sith base of operation and determine if there was any evidence to suggest a break in the treaty. Thus giving the Republic the authority to launch an open war again. The two investigated the base.
Doing there best to keep there presence in the force hidden. A talent that Olen had tried to teach his apprentice. Marik's headstrong nature however prevented him from doing so. Despite being a powerful member of the order the twenty year old with his masters recommendation was still not being allowed to take the trials. Sometimes he felt dark thoughts in his mind during meditation. Whispers that his master was holding his potential back. Marik curbed those thought's knowing that they were temptations paths to the dark side. He had to trust that his master knew what he was doing by saying he wasn't ready. Though he did often struggle to try to find an answer as to why he wasn't.

Olfen stopped his young apprentice with a motion of his hand. He whispered "these amount of troops and weapons. The empire told the republic this was a mining outpost. This proves it they are amassing forces. We need solid proof to present to the senate though." Marik noticed a terminal with only two troopers guarding it. He said "master there are only two guards we can get troop movents and other valuable data from that terminal to bring back to the republic. I will draw them so you can take them out." He rushed forward before his master could tell him to wait. Marik wanting to prove his ability to his master. He ignited his green light saber as the two guards opened fire. With the skill of a trained light saber duelist his blade danced. Deflecting the blaster fire away. Though not having the fine deflection control of a trained defensive specialist like his master. With the guards distracted Olen moved lifting them both with the force and slamming them into each other to knock them out. Marik turned off his emerald blade as Olen said "Marik that was rash and foolish. We didn't know if they would have time to radio for help. Also this seems strange. Why would a key intelligence terminal only have two guards. A realization suddenly hit the master as he said "weave walked into a trap." Taking out his saber.

 

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With the guards' lifesigns dimming the automated defence system activated. Immediately the chamber door slammed down, a meter thick mass of pure metal blocking the only path of escape. Moments later a slight hiss belayed the release of gass into the room, and before the Jedi knew what was happening a deceptively gentle cloud began to form around their feet.

"Master Jafar, so kind of you to pay us a visit. We were afraid you'd have trouble finding us way out here." The voice was unmistakably that of Darth Lascivious, a young but talented practitioner of the darker side of the Force. Her reputation for malice and subversion were already beginning to gain fame in the Republic, although few had survived encounters with her to confirm the rumours. In trhe corner of the chamber a security feed whirred as it shifted focus, scanning the Jedi carefully. "And I see you've brought your pet with you as well. How delightful."

 

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Olen said "Marik rebreathers," the one word command caused Marik to pull out his rebreather placing it over his mouth. Master Jafar doing the same. Once they were sure the gas would not pose a threat. Jafar said "go try to cut us away through the door. I will hold off any threat." Marik said "master I can help." Olen shouted "and you will by getting us a way out of here now go." The master said "my padawan is no pet Lascivious. He is my student learning my ways so someday he may best your kind just as I do." He reached out with the force. Trying to find Lascivious' location. His grip on his lightsaber hilt tightening.

Meanwhile Marik had made his way to the blast door. Igniting his blade he started the slow process of trying to cut through. It was reinforced it would take too long he had to try to find a way to shut down the door. Seeing a maintenance hatch. He reached out with the force leaping up to the second level of the room. Landing on a catwalk opening the maintenance hatch he made his way deeper into the base. Hoping he would be able to find a way to override the security before it was too late.

He eventually came to a security room. Six sith troopers guarding it. He rushed in igniting his blade deflecting there shots and cutting them down. One he used the force to rip his weapon from his hand and send it flying. He said "you will dissable the security protocols." Waiving his hand as he attempted to mind trick the trooper. He said in a monotone voice "I will disable the security protocals." Beginning to type on the consul till he got a error message. He said "my access is blocked."

 

[Jezebel1669]

In her throne room, Darth Lascivious couldn't help but laugh to herself as she watched the Jedi progress further into her maze. Each step they took was matched perfectly to her design, each clue placed before them leading them ever closer to their inevitable end. Master Jafar hadn't even realised that her toxin had been absorbed through the skin of both himself and his padawan, and would slowly dull their senses, making their reactions sluggish and predictable for a skilled combatant to see, and the Sith Lady had just the combatant in mind for them.

Reaching out her hand languidly, Darth Lascivious pressed the commlink control set into the arm of her throne. "They are almost with you, my student. Show them, what you have learnt." She said, her voice pleased and eager to see how well her pupil performed this day.

In her chamber Merrith's eyes fluttered open. She was ready for this challenge, ready to face down the evil oppressors who had taken her family from her, only to discard her out of hand when she was deemed unworthy by them. They would learn of her vengeance, they would learn the power of the Dark Side.

With a graceful flip, Merrith leapt to her feet, her hands reaching out as her weapons sprung from their resting place into her grip. With a near feral snarl she bounded out of the door and made her way to the appointed place. If her Mistress's plan went as expected, and Her plans always did, Merrith would soon find some measure of satisfaction from the Jedi.

 

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Master Jafar continued further in the complex. Hoping his apprentice was using his head. He shook his head and thought "thoughts clouded. Something is dulling my connection to the force. Lacivious how is she blocking my senses." He tried to reach out to his padawan but was unable to feel him either. He suddenly sensed a presence a hostile intent.

Seeing the woman descend from one of the corridors. He even with his dulled senses could feel her intent. He said "you don't have to do this. Your master has sent you against a trained Jedi Master. Surrender and tell me how to get out of here and I will guarantee your safety. Don't throw your life away over the lies your master has told you.

Meanwhile Marik was still trying to find away to deactivate the security. He slammed the consul in frustration and returned to the room his master was in. Seeing a woman squaring off against his master. He was about to leap in and help but he remembered his masters words. Find a way out. He had no reason to worry this was some random sith against a trained master.

 

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With a sly smile Merrith tapped the control device on the sleeve of her robes and suddenly the lights in the room began to dim. Soon everything was pitch black, lit only by the crackling lightsabers hanging in the darkness. To Master Jafar’s surprise several more red blades snapped into life around him, encircling him in a cage of crimson light. Straining his senses he tried to reach out with the Force, but in his weakened state all he could detect was the engulfing malevolence of his opponent, seemingly filling the room.

“Your words mean nothing to me, Jedi.” The last word was spat out of the shadows, a curse and insult rather than a mark of respect. “I listened to the lies of your cult once before, and was destroyed because of them.” The voice was circling around the Jedi Master, but the echoes of the chamber made it impossible to place in the darkness. “And now your lies will destroy you!”

Master Jafar saw one of the bloodstained blades Surge forwards out of the darkness and instinctively twisted his body, bringing his own lightsaber up to parry the strike while at the same time moving himself safely out of his path. Again he was caught by surprise as instead of the moment of impact as his blade grazed the other, giving him the momentary inertia he needed to regain his footing, instead his parry passed harmlessly through the holographic projection.

In the same moment an arc of pain seered up his spine and he realised his mistake. This entire chamber had been set as a trap, and his actions leading him here part of the ploy. Quickly letting his knee drop from under him the Jedi rolled forwards, away from his attacker, even as he felt the deep burning heat of her blade’s wound tearing apart his back.

“Very good,” came the mocking sound of Darth Lascivious’s voice, echoing through the chamber through the comm system. “Now finish him, my pupil, and gain the vengeance you deserve.”

 

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Master Jafar attempted to party the strike of his holographic assailant. Realizing his mistake too late as he felt the searing cut against the muscles of his back. Saved from a severed spine either by sheer dumb luck or his attackers desire to make this conflict last. Rolling to a kid another attack he felt his back cream in protest. His already pulled senses further distracted by pain.

In one last ditch effort he blasted the force out all around him. Hopeing to hit not only all the holograms but the sith as well. The objects projecting the holograms smashed against the walls. Struggling to raise to his fate he was met with pain and the searing hiss as the crimson blade burned away his vital organs through the stab wound in his chest. He was dead before he hit the ground.

Marik watching from above shouted "NO!!!" Despite the toxin and his dulled senses. Mariks shout sent a anger filled signal through the force. A glimpse to all looking into it the untapped potential in the man. He leaned down his green blade clashing with the chiss woman. The two blades and Sparks giving a glow that illuminated a face of pain. His strikes actually starting to push. Merritt back even if only slightly."

 

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The old Jedi's move was all too predictable, his motions slow and sluggish to the eyes of the trained killer. As his Force wave burst out Merrith leapt into the air, letting the wave of power launch her back only for her legs to find sure footing against the reinforced chamber walls. Flexing her muscles she pushed off, using her own mastery of the Force to guide her path as she plunged her blade to the hilt into the Jedi's flesh.

Hearing the young runt's squeal Merrith quickly spun, her blade trailing behind her to catch his blow showering her with sparks as she twisted and twirled. His strikes were powerful, driven by his grief and rage, but unrefined and blunt. The Sith apprentice couldn't help but grin as she continued the dance, letting the padawan's blade come teasingly close to striking her smooth blue skin before effortlessly stepping back out of his path time and again.

"Stop!" Came her Mistress's voice, the commanding tones demanding to be heard as they resonated through the Force. At first Merrith paid them no heed, pushing her body to keep up her playful teasing of the young simpleton, but as she did she found herself frozen, held in place as if by a giant hand.

Twisting her eyes in their sockets the Sith spawn glared at Darth Lascivious, who stood in the unsealed entrance to the chamber arms outstretched with hands spread channelling the Force into her helpless victims. Rolling her gaze back to the Jedi Merrith saw he too was trapped, held in place by her Mistress's magics.

 

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Marik struggled against the force that held him. Remembering his late masters words and training he took a deep breathe having to calm himself. Centering himself as he looked at the sith before him.

He started to repeat parts of the Jedi code. A mantra to himself to calm his mind and restore his balance. Focusing heavily on there is no death only the Force. Eventually he deignited his lightsaber still held by the darths power. He said "you will get no info from me sith. I thought I should tell you now."

 

[Jezebel1669]

"information?" The Sith Lady asked in a gentle mocking tone, "And what would a runt like you know that could possibly be of interest to me?" As she spoke Darth Lascivious glided effortlessly into the chamber, her arms relaxing down to her sides but her hands still twisted into grasping talons, gripping the two captives just as tightly as before.

"No, it isn't information I want from you." She continued, moving closer to the young padawan until she was standing mere inches in front of him, the bodice of her tightly fitting armour swaying lightly just in from of the young boy's face. "There's power in you, boy." She said, relaxing her grip on her pupil as she lifted her hand to stroke the side of Marik's face with an almost loving delicacy. "More than you know."

Twisting her hand, the Sith cupped Marik's chin in her palm, her fingers softly and firmly pulling his face up as she looked down on him with a warm, tempting expression which promised so much, in exchange for so little. "You've been lied to by them," she said, her voice echoing slightly as waves of Force power wove around each syllable.

As she spoke she nodded her head slightly to one side, her gesture drawing Marik's attention to the body of his former Master, which now lay lifeless on the smooth floor beside him. "But all is not yet lost, simply follow me and I can show you the truth of the Jedi. I can show you the truth of the Force."

Behind her Merrith's eyes darted from her Mistress to the captive Jedi scum whose death had been promised to her. Her hands flexed on the grips of her dual blades, now resting idly at her sides in a submissive but anxious manner which betrayed her impatience to act. She recognised those words, all too similar to those which her Mistress had said after finding her abandoned and dejected, cast aside by her former 'Masters' and left to rot in the gutter.

In a moment of clarity she saw what was to come, the betrayal her Mistress had planned for her. This puppet would be her tool, one which she would have strike down her worthless wretch of a pupil only to rise in her place. With her eyes boring into Marik Merrith swore that would not happen. If necessary she would kill him. If necessary, she would kill them both.

 

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Marik tried to turn his head away when Lascivious caressed his cheek. A shiver of disgust going through him. At least his mind rationalized it as disgust. Till she gripped his chin forcing him to look at her. Her gaze having a hint a promise of something that should scare him. He was more disturbed by the fact it didnt.

He took another calming breath. He had to think rationally. He was completely at there Mercy for now.He said "I surrender. I will not be turned though. I am a Jedi even if I got in a cell as one." If they kept him as a captive perhaps the chance to escape would present itself. He had to remember his former masters training. He had to always look at the big picture.

His gaze shifted to the chiss woman that killed his master. Both woman beautiful. The parts of his emotions he thought he had detached himself from could see that. He knew the ways of the sith. They probably used there looks for manipulation and supterfuge. Like a beautiful fish or plant that hid a deadly venom.

 

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"If it's a cell you want, I think we can arrange that," the Sith Lady replied with a cruel smile before waving her hand in front of Marik's face. "Sleep," she said her tones heavier with the Force than anything she'd said before. Marik didn't have a chance to respond, immediately feeling his eyelids dropping down over his eyes as he blacked out.

The next thing he knew was the sound of a heavy door slamming open, an eerie reminder of the one which had begun this whole affair. Stretching his back he saw the young Sith Merrith stepping into the room. Quickly reaching for his lightsaber Marik was confused to find it missing, and a quick examination showed that the rest of his equipment had also been removed. In fact, almost everything he had was missing, the only clothing he wore the undershirt and leggings which would normally be hidden under several layers of robes and protective clothing. Around his wrist however were two thick metal cuffs, unattached to anything but somehow the Jedi knew they'd make sure he kept his place while imprisoned here.

"Don't worry, your toys will be returned to you in time," the Sith said, her voice strangely friendly for someone who had been so eager to murder the padawan not so long ago.

Lifting his hand to his forehead, still feeling groggy from the effects of Darth Lascivious's power, Marik found himself wondering how long it had been. His muscles were sore and stiff, as if they'd been inactive for quite some time, and his belly was growling softly to himself with hunger. "How long have I been here?" He asked pointedly.

"Long enough," Merrith replied, moving gracefully across the room to take a seat across from the young Jedi. Marik noticed the tray a moment later, and the grumbling of his belly became louder than ever.

With a sly smile the Sith apprentice reached down and plucked a thick juicy piece of fruit from the pile and lifted it in the air in front of her. Opening her mouth wide she reached out with a supple tongue, catching the fruit and sucking it into her mouth, taking obvious pleasure as she began to chew the sweet yielding flesh.

"Would you like some?" She asked in a worryingly gentle tone, reaching out her arm to offer the tray to her prisoner.

Nodding his head Marik lifted his arm and stretched out to take a piece, but as soon as he did the band around his wrist sparked sending a jolt of energy through his nervous system straight into his brain. Screaming with pain the padawan fell from the stone bunk he'd been sitting on, curling up on the floor for several seconds before the buckle finally stopped its agonising act.

Sliding smoothly down off her perch, the young Sith squatted next to the Jedi running a hand down his side as her fingers tickled and stroked him as one would a pet. "I think it's time for your new training to start. First, obedience." Holding her hand out, her fingers balled into a fist with her nails pointing down towards the floor to present the back of her blue-skinned hand Merrick leaned a little closer. "Kiss it, and swear to behave honourably towards me," she commanded, her tone hard and direct.

 

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Marik felt the weight in the siths words. The power of her connection to the force driving his eyes closed. He was unaware what happen the next few days till he was alerted to the fact he was in a cell with the arrival of Marrith. He instinctively reached for his saber only to realize he didn't have him nor most of his gear instead stripped down to his shirt and leggings. Showing off what years of physical and mental training could do to his muscles.

He instinctively flexed the cold steel of the cuffs keeping his hands bound. Finding himself questioning the sith to how long he had been out. He felt the beginning of hunger hitting him as he saw the tray of food. Watching the almost sinful way the sith ate a piece of fruit. When she offered him a piece he was skeptical at first but hunger won out as he reached for it. Receiving only a shock.

Falling to the floor he writhed in agony. Till the pain stopped. Laying there on the floor he felt Marrith crouch down. Caressing him like one would a pet. Her touch leaving a sensation on his skin he was not familiar with. One that should of repulsed him. Hearing her next words he watched her present her hand.

He tried to focus on his training. To block out the pain. He passively sat kneeling on the floor. Attempting to meditate with the force. Ignoring her offer. A silent defiance that he had no intention to swear loyalty to the sith.

 

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"You poor thing," the Sith demon whispered, her voice soft and soothing as she placed the tray down a few inches away from her prisoner and gently rana hand down the side of his body. "You must be so tired, so sore and so hungry." Her fingers danced delicately over him, seeking out each and every nerve ending as she help to relieve the strain Marik's body was feeling. "All you have to do is be good and honourable, as your Master would have wanted, and you can have something sweet to eat."

Her other hands reached down, snatching up another piece of the fruit and Merrith lifted it to her mouth and quickly consumed it, but not before a drop of the tasty nectar dripped down onto the side of the padawan's face.

"Mmm, so good," the temptress murmured delicately, "Although this particular fruit must be eaten swiftly if it's to retain its flavour. Wait too long and it becomes bitter, and there's nothing worse than bitter fruit, don't you think?"

 

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Marik tried to block out the siths words. Her touches gentle but with a promise of more. Sending feelings through his body that he thought he had conquered.Hearing her brin up his master the master she had killed disturbed his meditation. Her taunting and the smell of the food teasing him.

He hadn't learned how to sustain himself through the force. Feeling the nectar splash his cheek. The cool liquid a promise of relief for his dry mouth. Eventually he said "may I please have something my lady?" Trying to curb the sarcasm from his tone.

 

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Merrith's slap struck the side of Marik's face with as much force as surprise. The struggling padawan didn't even see it coming, and the stinging pain of it hung on his tingling flesh for several moments as the Sith scooped up the tray and sat herself down on the stone bunk with the food resting in her lap.

"I asked you to treat me honourably and you try such a cheap trick?" She said, her tone sounding hurt but Marik could hear the undercurrent of mockery lying just beneath the surface. Picking up another piece of the dripping, juicy fruit the Sith began waving it the air, in a way which reminded Marik of Master Jafar's wagging finger as he used to admonish the young man for neglecting is studies.

"You have to be good if you're going to get a tasty treat," the dark apprentice said, "And all you have to do is promise to behave and I'll let you taste some of this." Merrith slowly sucked the slice of fruit into her mouth, the sweet nectar staining her lips for a moment before her tongue lapped its way over them, flicking up at Marik teasingly.

Setting the tray to one side Merrith crossed her legs and bent forwards to glower down at the trapped young boy. "Now are you going to be a good, honourable boy, are do you want to keep disappointing the memory of your Master with this rebellious act?"

 

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Despite the surprise of the slap. Marik managed to remain in his meditation position. A testament to the disiplin that had been instilled in the young man. It didn't change the pain the strike inflicted. Marik able to taste the iron of blood from a small tear in the inside of his mouth.

His eyes followed the fruit. The growing hunger and thirst timing away as time passed. He took another deep breath a mistake as the smell of the fruit hit his nostrils. Not only the fruit but the scent of the chiss woman striking his senses. Perfume? though the idea of a sith caring about her appearance struck him as odd.

He eventually looked at his captor. He said "may I please have some my lady." Though this time the sarcasm was gone from his voice.

 

[Jezebel1669]

For several long seconds the Sith merely stared at the penitent prisoner, trying to decide whether he deserved a reward or not. Finally a sly grin split her face and she turned her gaze aside to the tray. Reaching out with her fingers she began to sort through the pile of fruit slices before finally choosing one which seemed a little firmer them the others before bending down to hold it in above Marik’s face for a moment, letting a few sparse drops of its sweet nectar fall onto his face.

"This will be your prize, Jedi," she said with a tone of kindness spoilt by the vitriolic way the last word rolled off her tongue, "but you weren't really expecting me to simply give it to you, were you?"

Reaching down with her free hand, the Sith apprentice began to unfasten the front of her robes, flipping the finely threaded garment aside to reveal her pale blue skin beneath. Moving her fingers down to her crotch she began to stroke her cleanly shaven mound, fingertips slowly massaging their way deeper into her tight slit. Lifting her feet from the cold stone floor the Sith braced them against the edge of the bunk, spreading her legs apart as her fingers opened her cunt revealing the tender violet flesh nestled within.

Moving the fruit down, the Chiss woman began to stroke it over her unfolding sex, her lips swelling and spreading as she stimulated them with the sweet juices, smearing them over her folds as she took care to coat them thoroughly with the nectar. Finally holding the fruit firmly with her fingertips she pressed it against her tight opening, slipping inside until the tip of her finger vanished along with it. Pulling back, she placed her hands on her thighs, holding them apart as she smiled down at her captive.

"Ready to work for your supper, padawan?" she smirked as her dripping cunt leaked nectar down onto the floor beneath her.

 

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Marik watched her as she fished out a piece. Almost wondering if the chiss had decided to finally feed him. Feeling her drop the nector of the fruit on his face. One last attempt to demean him before she finally feed her starving captive.

What he didnt expect was for her to do was begin to disrobe. His eyes widening as she exposed her blue skin. Ending in a cleanly shaven sex. He watched unable to look away as she teased her slit with the fruit before watching it disappears into her cunt.

Hearing her words and her actions he knew what she wanted. A rush of hormones began to circulate his system. Despite his repulsion at the idea he felt his body betraying his mind as his cock stirred slightly. He said "your insane." Though the resistant in his voice was waivering.

 

[Jezebel1669]

"What's the matter?" The Sith apprentice asked with her mocking tone thick and heavy as her fingers slowly worked their over her cunt, swirling the nectar with her own juices before lifting her hand away, leaving a trailing string of viscous liquid clinging between them and her crotch. "Haven't you ever tasted a woman before, little man?"

Lifting her hand to her face the Chiss sniffed at her secretions for a moment, her head rolling from side to side as she savoured the scent. "I have," she said, locking eyes with Marik before reaching out with her tongue and slowly licking her juices from her hand. "Would you like me to tell you about it, or are you too squeamish?"

 

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Marik took a deep breath trying to ignore the taunts of the woman. Merely replying "the jedi frown on such actions. As it cause attachments and strong emotions." Remembering how back in his youth at the crusp of puberty. The masters told him and his fellow padawans what was happening to there bodies and to resist the urges that would come with the changes."

He watched her fingers tease her slit. Running slowly over the mix of nectar and her own juices. Before bringing her fingers to her. Continuing to taunt him before licking her fingers clean. The sight was both tempting and scary at the same time. Like a hidden promise of what that tongue could do to something other than fingers.

He felt his body wanting to betray him. His cock around ten inches. Already semi erect as he tried to block out the Chiss lewd display. His eyes looked at the tray. He attempted to bring a piece to his hand. Only to find his connection to the force was weakened. If it was from the cell or his binds or something else he couldn't be sure.

 

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With her gaze momentarily flicking down to observe the growing buldge between her prisoner's legs Merrith's smile grew wider. "Have you ever wondered why your Masters are so afraid of attachments?" She asked, her voice dripping with scorn, "Did you never think to question their motivations?"

Flexing her leg, the Sith let her foot slide from the side of the bunk. Quickly moving it down she began to stroke gently against his inner thigh, mere inches from the growing mass which was so obvious even as Marik tried to pretend it wasn't there. "They're afraid of the power it can bring. They're afraid of you, Marik," her voice was softening, her eyes gliding down and watching his prick carefully. "All it takes is one step, and you could prove yourself better that they would ever allow you to be."

 

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Marik said "I know why they fear attachments. They are a path to the darkside. One that if someone takes they may not be able to step out of the darkness again." He watched as she flexed. Her leg long and slender reaching out to caress his thigh. He tried to ignore the feel of her foot on the thin material of his leggings. His cock once again betraying him as it twitched in response.

He tried to fight it to focus only on her words and not her actions. He said "no the darkside is a easy path to power. One that consumes and corrupts the soul. My masters don't fear me they....they can see I am powerful. Im just arrogant head strong. I don't have the calm mind yet that a true jedi knight needs....At least thats what they tell me. I never considered myself arrogant." Marik truly beginning to question now why his master never let him take the trials.

His eyes glided up her long slender leg to her cunt. He suddenly felt her foot shift. Now actively stroking his semi erect cock with her sole. He couldn't help but let out a breath. A shiver running through his body. He thought 'if this is so wrong...why why does it feel so good." Shaking his head "no this is the woman that killed your master. How can you possibly be enjoying her touch." Suddenly questioning his thoughts he thought "im enjoying this?" His resistance weakening.

 

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"Do you remember how you came to join the Jedi?" Merrith said, her voice taking on a singsong lilt as she wove the Force into her words, hoping to draw some old, distant memory to the surface of her captive's mind. As she spoke she slowly twisted her foot, working it around the impressively large shape still hidden from view but now oh so clearly visible in every way it counted. "Do you remember being taken by the Masters as an infant, being raised by them?"

Working down his shaft Merrith teased her toes back and forth along its length. "They took you, and made you theirs, never giving you a chance to question that decision." As her toes reached the root of him Merrith pivoted her foot, slipping it down over his balls. "You never had a choice at all."

As she spoke her last words the Sith suddenly pushed down with all her weight, crushing Marik's scrotum between her heel and the stone floor. She laughed, pulling away as the young boy yelped in shocked pain. "You were weak and helpless when they stole your life from you, just as I was when my Mistress found me," her voice was softer now, her point having been made quite clearly, "She didn't seize my life from me though. No, instead she offered me a choice. She offered me a chance to take control of my destiny, and to forge a new path for myself."

Sliding her foot up once more, the Sith hooked it under Marik's waistband and with one smooth movement pulled it down until it caught under his swollen balls, lifting them up as it pushed his cock up against his belly. "I offer you a choice now, young padawan," Merrith continued, reaching a climax, "Are you strong enough to finally take control of your life, or will you remain the prisoner of the false Masters you've been taught to worship for their crimes?"

 

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As she continued to toy with his body he thought about there words. How he was taken by the order. Raised by them and trained by them. Did he have a family? Parents that missed him. The pleasure her actions were sending through him serving to cloud his judgement more.

He gasped in pain as she crushed his balls with her foot. As she continued to taunt him. He felt anger. This bitch this slut was mocking him. She had taken his master from him. She would not take his dignity from him. He Shouted shoving her foot away as he pinned her against the wall with his body.

He loomed over her and said his voice thick with anger. "I am not weak sith. Ill prove to you right now." His eyes roamed down her naked body. He said "you want me to earn my dinner fine." His cuffed hand went down to her mound. He couldn't help the grin that appeared on his face. His hand running across her swollen lips. Collecting her essence before he swiftly pushed two fingers deep into her pussy. Her velvety heat encasing his hands. He began to work his fingers in and out of her trying to find the piece of fruit.