Torture And Tranquility

 

A.N. - A short one, but - hopefully - a good one. My life has taken a somewhat hectic turn lately, but I haven't abandoned my smut! ;) Hope you all enjoy! Warning to those who get squicked easily - some rather ugly images in this one. You have been warned.

 

 

The bed sheets were black silk. And it felt sinfully soft – he wondered if it might be possible just to sink inside and never have to escape...

Suddenly the pinch tightened around his internal nerves, and a hoarse, sobbing wail tore from his throat as he threw a forearm over his eyes, squirming helplessly.

“I must commend you, my lord.” His tormentor muttered over the anguished noise.

“He must be one of the finest specimens I’ve yet seen...”

“Indeed.” came a familiar voice from somewhere overhead – his vision had been marred by tears long before.

“It was quite fortunate that the Hutts took such a shine to him – prevented rather a great deal of trouble. Simply child’s play from there on, I’m afraid. Taa played along effortlessly – all I was required to do was send him a holo of the boy’s face, and two nights later he’s spread before us on a platter, quite literally.”

Anakin arched his hips up, begging mindlessly, unsure if he wanted it to end or continue – the muscles of his channel only continued to expand, as if an enormous fist were slowly unfurling within, opening him, widening him, though he knew instinctively that his body remained untouched...

“P-Please -!”

“Hush... hush now, little boy... the moment is coming...”

Something dug into the tender nub, sending shockwaves of agony raging through the nerves of his thighs and up his back – he lashed out hysterically, yet all that could be felt through the force was a weak tremor... enough to sap him of the last of his strength.

His body slumped heavily back onto the mattress, listlessness and bone-deep exhaustion rendering him limp as water.

“It would be as well to discard him, Master – all usefulness was drained long ago, I’ve yet to feel even a drop –“

“You need not concern yourself on that account. The Archduke has proved most generous, and I believe it would be gracious to present him with a parting gift...”

“Indeed, my lord...”

The conversation was nothing but a dull buzz to the writhing creature on the bed, blue eyes bright with forced arousal, curls wild and matted about his neck...

“The hour is late, my lord –“

“Oh... finish him off. It’s unlikely he’ll enjoy carnality of that nature any time in the future...”

Anakin whimpered in something akin to fear, the wet slap of flesh on flesh sending him into an ecstatic frenzy, which could end only with satiation or his own death... His spine curled up, hips canting off the bed with each gasp and whine, every muscle shuddered, knees trembled and snapped together, toes curled as his eyes rolled back in his skull... And then the all too familiar warmth swept across him, bursting free like a wave, swelling and washing across every nerve, blackening his vision and leaving his limbs to tremble helplessly...

“Exquisite.”

 

*

 

 

He awoke to the harsh twitterings and clickings that Geonosians called a language – and to the realization that his body was immobilized.

Straps of some coarse fabric held him suspended within a large, x – shaped framework, leaving him spread-eagled and at his captors’ mercies. His head spun, and the sensation only worsened as something firm and black was clamped and sealed over his eyes, preventing any and all vision... He whimpered, yet made no attempt at a struggle – what was the use?

Something hissed beside his ear, and in a sudden surge of panic he recognized the sound of a vibro-saw churning through it’s final test stages...

No! No, Force, please, NO!!!!

Thousands of nerves screamed helplessly as the blade cut smoothly through skin and sinew, down to raw bone, until the chunk of dead meat fell to the rocky floor with a heavy thump...

 

 

 

The transmission was easy enough to pinpoint – a private connection bouncing across six planets, with a receiving unit located on a personal vessel three parsecs away. Nothing that a skilled tracer couldn’t access.

Obi-Wan had prepared himself, expected unpleasantness – but little could have readied him for the images that flashed over the holo-transmitter-  his boy, his young one, shaven and greased like an under-level whore, trussed and spread for the camera...

His teeth ground, and red pools began to swim at the corners of his vision.

Rage had become all too familiar in the past year...

 

A.N. - Sooooo?