The Left-Hand Path

The Left-Hand Path
Author: Acaciah S
email: Acaciah@acaciahsrealm.com
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, OCs
Category: Romance, suspense
Disclaimer: All familiar characters & places belong to Uncle George,
the Great Flannelled One, all rights reserved to him. All
unfamiliar characters & places belong to me, with respective rights
to myself. No profits made from any of Uncle George's characters,
just some fun!
Genre: Star Wars Prequels, alt. universe

Author’s Note: I would like to state that I am not personally a Satanist, or a Left-Hand Pather; however, I do feel that the religions are misunderstood. They share a different set of values from what mainstream religion says is socially acceptable. I approached my Sith Characters with the thought that perhaps they are as misunderstood as those who follow the left-hand path in our society; thus the title. Do NOT send me religious emails if they are not in the spirit of religious tolerance; I will report any other as spam.
“The Left Hand Path is solitary, individualistic, personal, based on self development, self analysis, self empowerment. Altruism is materialistically equated as long term selfishness. …Frequently called "evil" and "dark" … the followers of the left hand path often have had to remain in the darkness or face severe persecution from the religions that ironically call themselves "good". This is testimony enough that the image of the purely "good" icons is a veneer; a non-truth.”
By Vexen Crabtree, 2002 Feb 24
http://www.dpjs.co.uk/lefthandpath.html

Part One: the Executor

The stars glittered glacial white against the black velvet of space, but Acaciah Sakarté didn't apt appear to notice them, even though she was looking out the port right at them. She was thinking of Anakin Skywalker, who had recently defected from the Jedi Order. He was a few years older than she was, and had been Papa Kenobi’s Padawan before her.

Anakin had joined Emperor Palpatine’s regime, and was beating the hell out of any dissenters. She frowned, trying not to believe it. They had always been so close; how could he do such a thing? Acaciah knew the Dark Side was supposed to change people, but how much?

Not everyone approved of Palpatine’s New Order; one such was her passenger, Senator Bail Organa. They were escorting him to meet with some other like minded senators and representatives to meet without Palpatine’s interference. She hoped the matter would not escalate further; it seemed to her already that many were hoping for another war. Her reverie was disturbed by blaster fire; a superstar destroyer had entered from hyperspace and was attacking the ship. Strategy, Acaciah thought, what would Papa do? She jettisoned an escape pod as a decoy and then took the ship’s small guns and targeted a strategic area of the destroyer’s bridge, but her guns were no match for its shields; they soon found their ship sucked into the destroyer’s tractor beam.

The comlink sounded, “Lord Vader commands you to surrender or be destroyed.”

Vader, the sound of that name brought a frown to Acaciah’s lips. His name was Anakin Skywalker; she’d known him all her 18 years. She handed Organa a blaster. “Know how to use it?” she asked. He nodded, and she made her way down into the hold. “You would think Palpatine would care more about making such enemies,” she said softly.

“He thinks he is above reproach,” Organa replied. “None of us is above reproach.”

A familiar ripple in the Force entered the ship, drawing Acaciah’s eyes upward. She could feel him standing directly above her.

Lord Anakin Vader surveyed the ship, clad in black tunics, boots and cape. Kenobi sent the Senator with his daughter, for all the good it would do him. Little Acaciah, he thought with a twinge of amusement, had always had a soft spot for him. Acaciah was not so little anymore, he thought, and a wicked smile crossed his lips. He motioned to a commander to follow him and drew the top of the hidden compartment away and sli gra gracefully into the hold.

Acaciah put her body between Vader and Organa, gripping her lightsaber. Vader smiled at her looking angelic; one could not look at him and believe he’d ever do them harm. She bit her lip, willing herself not to waver.

He winked at her, and Acaciah gave him a consterned look.

“If I’d know it was you, I’d have had the bridge be a bit nicer,” he said.

“Indeed?” Acaciah queried. “I heard you were out killing all our friends.”

The angelic demeanor shifted just for a second, and he resumed as if she’d said nothing. “We have always been close, Acaciah, why don’t you just give him to me?”

“I have strict orders not to,” she replied.

Vader laughed. “From who? Emperor Palpatine has declared him a traitor.”

“Palpatine is the traitor,” Organa scoffed. “He has stolen our democracy.”

“Your democracy was bought out by special interests long ago,” Anakin retorted. The commander behind him drew his weapon.

“What do you want with Senator Organa?” she asked, trying to distract both men from confrontation.

“I need to question him,” Vader replied. “The only reason I have not used force to do so is because you are already in my custody, and I was trying to be a gentleman. You are trying my patience, Acaciah.”

She smiled. “It is not the first time I’ve ever done so, Anakin.”

The space between them disappeared in less than a breath. He drew the lightsaber from her hand and knocked her out, her body landing limply in his arms. Vader threw her over his shoulder; the Senator surrendered his weapon. Vader gave him a shark’s smile. “The Jedi are weak; in earlier days they wouldn’t have sent a Padawan to do a Master’s job.” Organa threw him a disgusted look as he was led away.


Acaciah awoke bound and in a cell, stripped of her Jedi gear and clad in a soft sheath of ruby silk. Her arms ached; she must have been there some time. She tried to take in her surroundings, to begin to devise some means of escape when Vader entered her cell.

Anakin, she thought, refusing to use that stupid new name, looked striking and commanding, as if his new situation fit him better than the Jedi ways ever had. Still so handsome (she wanted to stifle that thought) he made her nipples perk up beneath the silk. He stood in front of her, his eyes traveling her body with approval and desire. Acaciah’s full firm breasts and long legs were prominent beneath her shift. Gods, she thought, he looked as if he’d devour her whole!

Vader took a scarlet curl and twined it around his finger. “Do you like your quarters, Acaciah?”

“As if you cared, Anakin, no!” she snapped.

“Do not use that name with me!” he growled.

“It is your name, what else shall I call you!” she retorted.

“Call me Master, and I will give you a soft bed to lie on, and any treasure you heart desires,” he replied.

Acaciah’s eyes narrowed. “Is that your promise, or you new Master’s? He is a liar, Anakin, and more is the pity for you letting him lead you on! You were never a follower; you should be your own leader!”

Vader scowled; Acaciah knew she’d hit a nerve. “You never were a follower at the Temple; I always liked that about you.” She continued.

Vader moved nearer to her, heating her vulnerable skin. “The right Master can teach you much. Would you like to see what I’ve learned, Acaciah?”

She moistened her lips, her tongue darting over them, to his pleasure. He imagined them pressed against his; he saw her wrapping her legs around him and crying out in ecstasy.

Acaciah squirmed under his gaze, knowing she should say no and feeling she should say yes; when she said nothing he shook his head. “Too bad, Acaciah, I shall find another woman to grace my bed tonight. Perhaps you can come tomorrow. Sweet dreams,” he said derisively.

She slumped against her bonds and willed herself to sleep.

True to his word, Vader found a silly little courtesan to pleasure him. She had short dark hair and amber eyes. He unzipped his pants, letting her bob back and forth on his lengthy member, and began to concentrate on Acaciah, teasing her with the Force. She would regret not taking him to bed; now he’d make her beg for his touch.

Invisible hands stroked over Acaciah’s body, and she shifted, restless in her sleep. His hands fluttered over her breasts, teasing them erect. She moaned softly as he continued down her lower, lapping at her navel. When he reached her delta he parted her legs and stroked her clit. Vader took her in his mouth, slipping his fingers into her pussy, which was wet with anticipation. He worked her and worked her until she thought she was going to die of pleasure. Abruptly, he stopped. Acaciah protested her frustration, and Vader laughed aloud.

“My lord?” inquired the courtesan, stopping for a moment. Her jaw was starting to ache. Force, did the man ever cum? Vader looked down at her in amusement, a devilish grin spreading across his face. He stood and covered himself. “Come on,” he said, gesturing for her to follow him. They went into Acaciah’s cell, she glared at them both. “She’s lovely, isn’t she?” he asked.

The courtesan nodded her agreement. Vader smiled again. “Take her panties off,” he ordered.

“My lord?” she asked, perplexed.

“You said you wanted to pleasure me. This is my pleasure now.”

She complied, Acaciah still glaring at them both.

“Undress and sit,” he indicated between Acaciah’s legs.e die did, and Vader pushed her head down onto Acaciah. “The better you do to her, the better I’ll do to you,” he said, pushing into her upturned sex. “Make Acaciah scream.”

The courtesan began to lave at Acaciah’s clit; in spite of herself she could feel the pleasure growing at her touch. *Look at me* he commanded her. Acaciah gazed up at him, pumping into the bimbo; she made a face.

The courtesan was starting to moan against Acaciah’s pussy; Vader was shafting her good and hard. The sweetness building inside Acaciah was becoming irresistible; she wanted to scream herself but wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. The courtesan shuddered, spent; Vader pulled out of her and pounced on Acaciah. He released her from her bonds and dragged her to his bed.

She looked up at him, dazed. “Didn’t you like your little force fuck, Acaciah?” he inquired. “There’s plenty more where that came from,” he said, tracing her lips with his finger. “Just call me your Master.” He pulled the silky slip off of her, caressing her creamy skin in little whorls. She was beautiful, and it would be a delightful revenge on Obi-Wan to take his daughter as his apprentice and mistress. She shuddered, looking up at him with heated eyes. He began to stroke her again, invisible hands teasing her flesh. She bit her lip, her Jedi training warring against her willing body. She wanted Anakin, wanted to feel him inside her, she needed it…

“Say it, Acaciah,” he commanded. “I am your Master.”

She locked eyes with him, licking her lips. She smirked, not giving him the satisfaction of hearing her speak. He stopped his ministrations, drawing a squeal of protest from her. Anakin pushed her flat on her back, parting her legs. He lapped at her clit, drawing moans of pleasure from her. *You’re mine, Acaciah* he pathed to her. *I am your Master.* She began to writhe beneath him; he stopped again.

“Please,” she moaned, teased and tensed.

“Please, what?” he prompted, eyes glittering.

“Please, Master!” she begged, hating the words as she spoke them.

Vader licked his lips and pounced on her, positioning himself at her entrance and plunging deep. Acaciah cried in pain as her maidenhead burst. Vader paused, even more pleased than before; she was truly his to mold as he saw fit; he would be the only man she’d ever known intimately. He began to thrust, and Acaciah’s eyes widened as her pain quickly became pleasure. He pumped her harder, and her hips began to rock in time with his in primal rhythm. “Anakin, oh goddess, Anakin, don’t stop!” she panted, her nails tearing into his shoulders.

He pinched her nipple, twisting it. “What am I, Acaciah?” he growled as he pumped her. “I ot yot your Anakin. Say it or I’ll stop,” he threatened.

“Don’t stop Master!” she replied.

Vader gave her a wolfish grin, letting his lust overtake him; he was enjoying breaking her in. “Good girl, you’re learning,” he breathed against her ear.

Acaciah didn’t care as long as he kept pumping into her; she couldn’t feel anything but his cock inside her pussy. She writhed in ecstasy, tensing tight around his shaft. Vader came with a grunt, spilling his cum inside her.

She sank into the bed, her contentment evident. Vader curled beside her, his arm slung across her waist heavily. Acaciah fell into sleep, unable to resist him any longer.

Vader considered his new protégé. Acaciah was a willful girl, but she’d always harbored feelings for him, much to Kenobi’s chagrin. He could teach her much, and as a Jedi Fiona, she harbored more Force energy than an ordinary Jedi, which was why the Council finally cut the Fiona away from the Order, centuries ago. The Fiona knew the Force was inherited, and prized keeping it in their bloodlines. Yes, she was a fine prize; she would be loyal to him above the Emperor. He would begin tutoring her formally tomorrow, he decided, and drifted into sleep, contented.

~~~

Acaciah awakened disoriented the next morning. What the hell had happened last night? Her surroundings were plush, and the bed she lay on was soft. Anakin was gone from the bed, but she could hear the sound of a shower running in the ’fresher. Did she let that wicked man touch her? She looked down at her bare skin, the bloody stain on the sheets; her face drained pallid. Gods, she had, and wantonly too! She shivered and cast about for something to wear, wanting to lessen the feeling of vulnerability her nakedness gave her. She found Vader’s cast off tunic and pulled it over her.

Vader entered the room, clad in only a towel. “Did I give you permission to get dressed?” he demanded.

“I was cold, my lord,” she answered.

“Then you may take it off and get back in my bed,” he replied tersely, tugging the tunic off. “I am your Master now, Acaciah. You will do as I say, or I will punish you. When you do well, I will pleasure you.” He reached into a drawer and pulled out a cat o’nine tails. “Bend over,” he ordered. Acaciah stepped back, stumbling into the bed, horrified that she was the prisoner of a madman. His eyes darkened and narrowed. “You’ve earned one series with the cat, would you like another?”

“N-no, Master,” she replied, turning her backside to him. He pulled her over his knee, spread her legs apart and administered the first lash. Acaciah flinched, biting her lip.

“Don’t squirm,” Vader ordered, his voice cold. One hand snaked between her opened legs to tease her sex as he struck her backside. Acaciah moaned as the pleasure and pain mixed; she could feel Vader getting hard underneath her. The lashes finished, Vader pushed her onto the bed, backside still in the air, red welts starting to rise on her tender flesh. He picked up small camera, aimed it at the bed and returned to Acaciah. “Would you like me to make you feel better?” he asked.

“Yes, Master,” she replied obediently, afraid of what he’d do if she said no.

Vader grasped her swollen backside and began pumping into her wet pussy. He reached around and cupped her breasts. “Do you like how I fuck you, Acaciah?”

“Yes, Master!” she exclaimed. The pleasure was so intense, she thought she’d die.

“Are you ashamed, my Acaciah? Do you want me to stop?”

“No Master!” she declared throatily.

“Tell me what you want, then, my sweet.”

“I want you, Anakin,” she cried. “I want you to fuck me harder!”

Vader complied, reaching around and rubbing her clit as he banged into her eager pussy.

His touch sent her spiraling into orgasm, and she came repeatedly, screaming his name. Vader poured Dark Side energy into her along with his seed, her climaxes sending him over the top as well. He pulled out of her and sat her on his lap, facing the camera so that Acaciah’s ravished body was bared. She turned her head and looked at him; he claimed her mouth in a savage kiss. Vader cupped a breast with one hand and fingered her delta with the other; Acaciah moaned softly against his mouth, climaxing again on his incredible fingers. Their mouths broke apart, and Vader gave the camera a wicked smile, and used the Force to turn the camera off.

“Acaciah,” Vader said. “Do you think your father would like to see that holo?” he asked, indicating the camera. “That line goes straight to the Jedi Temple.”

Acaciah recoiled in horror. Every Jedi Master, and probably her beloved Papa got to watch her fuck a Sith Lord?! Not only that, to see that she loved it! Tears pooled in her eyes and she turned her head away from him. “Why are you doing this to me?” she sobbed.

“I do it because you’re like me, Acaciah. You’re not meant to be a Jedi, no more than I was. I’m liberating you; the Jedi will only hold you down.” Vader grit his teeth, seeing his words fall on deaf ears. Acaciah was thinking of her father’s disappointment, how she had let him down, and she continued to cry softly.

Vadookeooked at the camera; did didn’t know that he hadn’t really sent the holo to the Temple. Her reaction was to feel for her Papa, he thought. If he really wanted her to break ties to the Jedi, he would have to get rid of Kenobi. He leered, a plan forming already. Kenobi was definitely getting a copy of that holo; he deserved to see his little girl getting the Dark Side shaft. That would certainly draw him into an open confrontation.

Acaciah was still sobbing quietly. Vader smacked her sore bottom, drawing her attention back to him.

He was terribly handsome, Acaciah thought, wiping her eyes. No, she corrected herself, he was terrible and handsome.

“Get cleaned up,” he said, his tone businesslike. “I must speak with the Emperor. I want you ready to work when I return.” He rose and finished dressing, leaving Acaciah to her own devices.

She looked around the room, wondering what had become of her clothes. Was he planning on keeping a naked woman in his quarters? She sighed, shaking her head. Anakin had gone insane, she thought, entering the fresher. Perhaps a shower would clear her hazy thoughts.

When she emerged she found a young maid waiting to attend her and a set of red and black tunics on the bed with a note attached:
You may wear these for our lessons. ~A.V.

Acaciah dressed and turned to the maid, still awaiting her instructions. “What is your name?” she asked her.

“Saramai,” she replied, bowing. “It is my honor to serve you.” She had brown locks pulled up in a bun and doe-like brown eyes.

“Is there a library on this ship? I’d like something to read,” Acaciah said.

“There is, milady, but you cannot leave this room,” Saramai replied.

Acaciah’s lip curled. “I supposed Lord Vader has forbidden me to leave.”

Saramai looked nervous. “No, ma’am, but he has ordered me to shoot any man that looks on you, on pain of death if I disobey.”

Acaciah started to laugh in disbelief, but it was clear Saramai was not kidding.

“You’re serious,” she stated. Saramai nodded, “May I fix your hair?” she asked, changing to a more comfortable subject.

Acaciah assented; what else was there to do here?

Saramai brushed her long scarlet curls and Acaciah relaxed a bit. “Lord Vader fancies you,” she remarked. “I’ve never seen him keep a woman for more than a night.”

Acaciah bit her lip; she hadn’t considered the long-term implications of her actions here. The Council would not approve of her carnal indulgences, but she did not want to remain here at Vader’s whim!

Anakin had not retained any sense of Jedi compunction against self-indulgence; indeed Acaciah wondered if he had ever truly had any. Papa always called him reckless. He would say the same of her behavior now.

“You mustn’t fret, milady,” Saramai said. “Lord Vader has been good to me; he treats his help well. If he wants you, you should take him,” she urged. “There,” she finished. “You look like a proper lady now.”

Acaciah regarded herself in the mirror; Saramai had swept her hair up from her face. She felt a little better in spite of the situation.

“Thank you,” Acaciah said. They shared a comfortable silence for a moment.

Vader entered the room. “Acaciah!” he said sharply. Saramai curtsied and hurried from roomroom. “Was she to your liking?” he asked.

“Saramai? Yes,” Acaciah replied.

“Good,” he said, and threw her a lightsaber. “Now we work,” he said igniting his own. He rushed Acaciah, who leapt backwards and ignited her blade. She spun out and launched herself at him, knowing he wouldn’t anticipate an attack this early.

Vader parried her easily, pleased at her aggressive stance. He’d seen hints of it in her childhood; she had been jumped up a class in lightsaber dueling because of her skills. He passed at her again; she parried and held her ground.

“I didn’t really send that holo to the Temple, you know,” he offered, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Acaciah slashed low at him, pushing him back a little. “So?” she said. “Either you were lying then or you’re lying now. Either way, you’re a liar.”

He Force-pushed Acaciah, trying to disorient her. She stumbled, and Vader offered her his hand—and nearly lost it as she slashed up and at her tormentor.

Vader laughed. “Ruthless, Acaciah! I told you that you were like me!”

Her eyes narrowed, but her curiosity got the best of her. “Where is the holo?” she asked.

“I didn’t send it to the Temple,” he flashed an angelic look.

Acaciah raised an eyebrow. “That isn’t what I asked, Anakin.”

His eyes twinkled. “I sent it to Master Kenobi.”

“Bastard!” she lunged at Vader and Force-pushed him down.

Vader recovered, incensed at her gall. They went at each other furiously; the room aglow with the cracking and hissing of lightsaber blades. At length they reached a draw, head to head, blade to blade, and unable to take their eyes off each other. “Enough,” he said, and they tossed their blades aside. He savaged Acaciah with his lips, tearing at her clothes. She slid her arms around his neck, tugging at his ponytail. Vader’s kisses burned sweetly over her heated flesh; he let her slide away his tunics and pants, freeing his straining erection. She knelt before him and took his cock into her mouth; Vader groaned as she bobbed up and down on him, her fingertips teasing him beneath his balls. “Acaciah, mi priana,” he sighed, tangling his fingers in her hair.

“Enough!” he stopped Acaciah and pushed her into the wall, drawing her legs around his hips to thrust into her. “Tell me what you want,” he said, his gaze intent.

“I want you to fuck me,” she moaned.

“Louder,” he prompted.

“I want you to fuck me!” she shouted.

Vader’s wolfish smile returned, and he pumped into Acaciah, her head knocking against the wall with his thrusts. Her body glistened with sweat and he licked his lips at her, pleased with her progress. She was a worthy adversary, and would make a powerful queen. He would mold her, make her love him, ensure her loyalty and together they would take the empire as their own.

She was starting to writhe against him, and he stopped, still inside her. “Not yet, my sweet,” he said. Vader waited until she stilled herself, and began his thrusts again. He reached out with the Force, letting her feel the Dark side coalesce around them. “Vatsama aya nia, mi priana! You want to cum?” he breathed against her cheek.

“Yes, master! I will do anything!” she cried.

“Open yourself to me, let the Dark Side fill you!”

Acaciah shuddered and made herself lower the last of her psychic shields. Vader grunted in satisfaction, driving himself into her in a frenzy as the Dark Side made its way through her, leaving an icy burn in its wake; the pleasure of it drove her wild.

“Anakin!” she shouted, tearing into his flesh with her nails. He was making her cum and cum; his breathing grew ragged as he finally spilled his seed into her. Vader collapsed into her and they slid down the wall, still joined at the hips.