Embraces

Author's Note: I can't seem to make italics work, so when they're necessary, I have them framed with //italics//... get it?
Also, I don't own Star Wars, which is fine, since Georgie-Porgie turned the prequels into poop.


...six days earlier...

Tahiri awoke with a groan, the throbbing in her head dragging her slowly back to consciousness. She hung in a cross-shaped device, vaguely-Vonglike in design… she could tell that much just from experience. She was naked, her body displayed like a Tattooine pleasure slave at auction; her legs and arms were bound and stretched spread-eagle, and her wrists, ankles, elbows, and knees were tied firmly in place.

As the cobwebs faded, she tried to remember what had happened. The last thing she remembered, she had been delivering a report on Confederate sabotage against the newly-constructed Volant, a Super-Star Destroyer designed as Jacen Solo’s—or, rather, Darth Caedus’—new flagship. As she’d been preparing to leave, a terrible pain had sprung up throughout her body. For a moment before unconsciousness had hit her, it had seemed as if she had lost her connection to the Force, like whenever a ysalamiri was around. But she could feel it now, surrounding her as always. The restraints wouldn’t be a problem, she could just—

Tahiri frowned. She could feel the Force around her, could sense it in everything around her…

So why couldn’t she use it?

She began to struggle in earnest, fear beginning to claw at her. She hadn’t been held captive by anyone since the Yuuzhan Vong had done those… things to her. What had happened, that she had ended up in this position? She was obviously aboard a Star Destroyer, and probably one owned by the Galactic Alliance to boot; so what had happened? Had there been a coup? Had someone finally gotten ballsy enough to take a genuine swipe at Jacen, to knock him down a peg or two?

//That’s Darth Caedus, remember?//

The thought had come unbidden into her mind, and even through her panic, she knew Jacen’s voice when she heard it. //Where are you?// She thought to him. //Are you caught too?//

The door opened then, and Tahiri was surprised to see Jacen enter, wearing nothing but a pair of black fatigue pants, his lightsaber hanging loosely from his belt. For a moment, her mind refused to work; then, everything clicked into place.

“You’re replacing me,” she said dully, shock setting in. “You’ve found someone else to be your new apprentice, haven’t you?”

Jacen shrugged. “It’s not personal,” he said. “There were times I genuinely enjoyed your aid, Tahiri.” He moved closer to her, his face mere inches from hers. “But the war is all but over. I’ve won, and Uncle Luke and the others have lost. Luke, Jaina, Tenel Ka, all the others… even my mother. They’re all locked away, securely awaiting my judgment.”

“And you consider me a failure?” Tahiri growled. “I helped make that happen!”

“True,” Jacen conceded easily. “I would have been hard-pressed to do it without you. But for all the times you helped me, you always seemed to keep from submitting to me fully. I told you many times that if you didn’t allow me to master you, you would spend eternity suffering for it.” He looked into her eyes, and Tahiri flinched as they began to burn bright yellow. “Don’t worry, Tahiri,” Jacen said. “I’m not going to kill you. Far from it; I’m going to promote you.” He took a step back, glancing over her nude form. “I’m going to change the way the Sith Order works. There will be a Master, an Apprentice… and a Sacrifice.”

Tahiri swallowed. “I can only assume I’m the sacrifice, right?”

“Perceptive girl,” Jacen crooned. “I need something to constantly remind me of what I am, that I take strength from controlling others. You will spend the rest of your life at my mercy,” he said, reaching up to pet the side of her face. “And I will feed from your misery… my sacrifice, my Darth Aerean.” His hand touched her head, and for the first time, she noticed a headband of some kind strapped to either temple, the machinery whirring silently inside.

“I assume you realize that you can’t use the Force,” Jacen continued, reveling in the sudden surge of emotion he caught from Tahiri as a panic attack threatened to overwhelm her. “But you can still perceive it, still allow it to affect you, make you more sensitive to the world around you, yes?” When Tahiri didn’t answer, Jacen went on. “You were right when you said I had found a new apprentice,” he said, pulling a syringe from a loop in his belt. “She will be the perfect extension of my will, once I have broken her. But to do that, I have to make sure the tools I plan on using work as effectively as I hope they do.” With that, he calmly and methodically inserted the syringe into a vein on her arm, pumping the serum in with a quick, practiced motion. “I tested it on a few criminals first, trying to get the right mixture,” he went on. Tahiri grimaced, even as she felt her body begin to heat up. Was it getting hotter in there? “Some of their reactions were pretty intense,” he admitted. “Honestly, I need to see how a Force-user, even one who can’t use it herself, handles my cocktail.”

Tahiri felt distracted, antsy; whatever Jacen had plugged into her, it was making her squirm in her bonds with pent-up energy.

“What I’ve given you is a drug, Tahiri,” Jacen explained, “a drug that bonds with its user on a genetic level. What I just put in you will be in you forever, doing exactly what it’s supposed to do, until the day you die.”

“What is this?” Tahiri snarled, jerking in her restraints. Her body was heating up; her nipples, however, had become hard, as if someone had blown cold air on them. And between her legs, her clitoris was beginning to swell with inexplicable arousal, making her want to rub her legs together to relieve the sudden stress. “What the hell did you do to me?!?”

Jacen grinned, his eyes as yellow as the Tattooine suns. “I just gave you a very powerful aphrodisiac,” Jacen said. “All it does is make you aroused.” He glanced down, where her sex, open and anxious for something to touch it, glistened with juices. “Very aroused, from the looks of it,” he added with a touch of his father’s grin.

Tahiri began to struggle anew; not necessarily to escape, but to relieve the sudden tension in her groin. Her clit was pounding already, and her nipples—her poor, aching nipples!—were desperate to be touched; by something, anything, just as long as it relieved the ache.

“I always thought you were beautiful, Tahiri,” Jacen said, drawing a finger over one of her breasts, creating delicate circles around her nipple without actually touching it. Already Tahiri was frantic, trying to shift so that he might accidentally bump her nipple with his finger. She felt like she might orgasm just from having him touch her tits!

“You’re thinking about climax, aren’t you?” Jacen asked, eyeing her with feral intensity. Tahiri was bucking wildly in her restraints now, moaning fiercely. Yes, yes yes she was thinking about climax! “I told you you would suffer if you didn’t learn to submit,” Jacen said after watching her struggle for another moment. “I think,” he said darkly, “that it’s time for you to begin calling me ‘Master.’”

Her mind was abuzz with arousal, her cunt dripping with need, unsatiated and untouched, her nipples screaming with pent-up tension. Oh, suns… with just one finger, Jacen had stoked the fires within her belly into a raging inferno, blazing with liquid heat against her labia lips and clit. She was so close to the edge now… could feel the waves of orgasm so close, so close…

So close…

Tahiri began to sob, trying desperately to shift, to move; her hips and shoulders were pinned to the device as well, leaving her unable to even move in for closer contact. Jacen continued to swirl one finger around her left breast, swirling closer and closer to her nipple, refusing to touch it. Her arousal was reaching heights she had never experienced before. She’d never been this turned on in her life… and he hadn’t even touched her pussy yet.

So why couldn’t she cum?

“The nodule on your temple is called a midichlorian inhibitor,” Jacen said evenly, enjoying as Tahiri moaned audibly. “It keeps you from being able to use the Force against me or anyone else. It’s got a dead-man’s switch on it, so that if you try to disable it—or get someone else to—it emits a stun field twenty meters in diameter, knocking unconscious anyone who doesn’t bear my unique midichlorian Force signature… which, of course, is only me.” Jacen grinned. “But more than that, the device you’re strapped into has an interesting little trick it can play.” He leaned close to her, pressing a button on the side of the organic-looking bondage structure. A bulbous appendage unfurled from behind her bondage device, reaching between her legs and positioning itself against her sopping cunt. “This cross-frame was used by a very eccentric Yuuzhan Vong commander. It’s called the Embrace of Denial.” Jacen cocked his head at her, looking at her as if he were looking at an experiment in a lab. He leaned his face up against hers. “It’s called the Embrace of Denial because it keeps the wearer from achieving orgasm,” Jacen whispered against her ear.

Tahiri’s eyes widened in dismay. “This is going to be the rest of your life,” Jacen said, his voice a malicious purr. “No matter what you do, you’re never going to cum again.”

With that, the appendage settled against her pussy and began to vibrate.

Tahiri let out a long, undulating cry, the arousal in her multiplying a hundred-fold. It was though everything was burning away, burning away… only the frantic, desperate, torturous arousal and need to cum remained. Her hips, pinned as they were, were unable to even buck against the vibrating bulb; though, if what Jacen had said was true, there was no point anyhow. The word desperate took on new meaning as her hands twisted and strained against their bonds, trying in vain to reach down and aid the terrible vibrating device that pushed directly against her clit. Her pussy drooled juices, pooling beneath her, combining with her sweat and, as the seconds turned to minutes, tears. Her cry had become a gut-wrenching, tortured wail of erotic agony, her every molecule burning with the need to cum.

“Oh, suns,” Tahiri managed to gasp in between her sobs. “Suns, Jacen, mercy… mercy, please…” Jacen leaned forward, his fingers flipping a second button. A pair of long, spindly arms emerged from behind her, each one capped with a soft, yellow feathery head. Without giving her time to even prepare for the fresh onslaught (though it would have done her no good), the twin torturing devices began circling her areolas and nipples, leaving trails of fire around them, refusing to even temporarily relieve the unbearable ache that had built in her hardened nubs. Her cries rose in pitch, prompting Jacen to smile. “I told you,” he said simply. “You will learn to call me ‘Master.’”

“Master… master…” Tahiri panted, the vibrations robbing her mind of its freedom to form full sentences. “Please, master,” she said again.

Jacen moved next to her, his body mere inches from her writhing, sweat-drenched form. “Yes, my lovely sacrifice?” He asked politely. “What do you want? Do you want out of the Embrace of Denial? Or do you want me to let you cum?” Tahiri’s body shook with pent-up passion, and her sobs grew louder and more anxious still. “It’s your choice, Aerean,” Jacen said, using her new name. “Release, or release,” he grinned. “I’m going to deactivate the denial protocol on the embrace,” he informed her. “If you can keep from cumming for five minutes, you will have proven yourself worthy to be my apprentice, rather than my sacrifice, and I will reverse your roles. But if you climax, you will be left in the Embrace of Denial… forever.”

Tahiri groaned, thrashing with the miniscule amount of room she had been granted. Jacen smiled, almost encouragingly, and patted her ass. “The five minutes begin now.”

Immediately, Tahiri felt the walls that had been keeping her orgasm at bay diminish, and she almost came on the spot. Fortunately, she managed to hold off, though not without great difficulty; her blond-gold hair was soaked with perspiration, and the buzzing vibrator between her legs was not relenting in the least. Plus, the aphrodisiac he had hit her with was still in her system—would always be in her system, unless she managed to pass this test—and everything was so much more potent. Each touch, each vibration… her mind screamed at her to hold on, but her body didn’t want to listen.

“Thirty seconds so far,” Jacen said tonelessly. “At this rate, you just might make it.” He smiled. “Then again, a Sith’s life is full of unexpected challenges.” He reached over and flipped a switch, and the vibrations between her legs increased doubly.

“Oh, suns…” Tahiri said again, gritting her teeth in anguish. Just a few minutes longer, just a few minutes more…

“Just give in, Tahiri.”

The voice wasn’t Jacen’s.

Tahiri looked up, shock overwhelming her as Anakin Solo stood before her, his toned chest rubbing lovingly and seductively against her taut nipples. Tahiri mewled, managing against all odds to keep from releasing right there. Her mind, overloaded with pleasure and the intensity of the situation, couldn’t seem to see through this latest distraction. “Anakin?” She squeaked. “But, how…?”

“Shh…” Anakin said, running his hand through her soaked hair. “It doesn’t matter now. Now, we can be together.”

Tahiri pulled at her restraints, trying to make the vibrating bulb between her cunt lips cease its delightful torment for a moment. “No, I can’t… Jacen said…”

“Jacen’s not here,” Anakin said. “It’s just you and me. Come on, Tahiri…” He pulled her into a searing kiss, his hand worming its way to aid the vibrating arm in its goal. “Come on, Tahiri…”

“Cum for me, Tahiri…”

Tahiri exploded in a massive orgasm, screaming a tusken battle cry as juices spewed from between her pussy lips. The vibrator never ceased, never lessened, and her orgasm had barely ended before another one began… and another… and another… and she kept on cumming, Anakin sweetly massaging and pulling at her clit with his fingers, wracking her body with pleasure too great to contain.

Only it was Jacen massaging her clit, she realized with a start. Her mind was clear again, if only for a moment; Jacen had uses a Force-illusion on her, and like a first-year trainee on Yavin IV, she had fallen for it.

“Shame,” Jacen said, reaching up to suck on his fingers. “You were about thirty seconds away from making it.” He looked over her again, noting how even moments after cumming over a dozen times, her body was already starting to redden with arousal once more. “Well, we can’t say I didn’t try to be nice,” he said, reaching over and reactivating the denial protocol.

Tahiri whimpered, feeling the mental blocks to achieving orgasm once more falling implacably into place. “No, Master, please… please no…”

“I gave you a chance,” Jacen said. “And the sad thing is, the vibrator has ten settings. You never got higher than two.” Tahiri sobbed brokenly, her hips twitching as her body once more began to crave an orgasm that now would never again come. “You should be proud,” Jacen commented. “You’re going to be my Sith Sacrifice, my Darth Aerean… my eternal bitch in heat.”

Tahiri let out a keening wail as Jacen flipped a final switch, and everything went to torturous hell. Vine-like tendrils began to massage her thighs, slinking towards her vaginal and anal openings. The vibrating bulb was now at ten, and the erotic denial she had experienced moments before seemed like a walk in the park. The feather tipped arms seemed to multiply as well, swirling damnable patterns on her breasts and belly, leaving her aching, budding nipples to suffer untouched, unrelieved.

“Please!” She shrieked, her eyes streaming with tears as the wanton desire for orgasm and climax rebounded again and again, unwilling to make the final crest, building her threshold for denial higher and higher. Her moist pussy, throbbing with desire, pressed uselessly against the vibrator, hoping desperately to reach her summit. The twin vines plunged, alternating, into her slick cunt and puckered asshole, driving her forward and never giving her inner walls or g-spot a moment of reprieve. The pleasure never lessened, never abated, never evened out… it was always rising, simply never allowed to break through. “Please, Master…” She begged, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. “Oh, Suns! Mercy! Oh, mercy…!”

Jacen took a step back, watching Tahiri writhe and beg like a wanton whore in the Embrace of Denial. Everything had worked perfectly. Now it was time to deal with everyone else.

Darth Caedus turned and walked out of the door, Tahiri’s wails for mercy echoing behind him as he closed the doors.


Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long! I’ve been out of the country (not even kidding) so I haven’t had the chance to do any writing. How did you guys like it? Some reviews would be really nice… (please)…