The Legion Saga

Episode II: I Am Legion

Chapter 1

The dream was fragmented, distorted, and horrific. A general sense of agony surrounded Anakin. He could not move, he could not act. He could feel his mother’s torment. She was feeling pain from all directions, surrounded by evil. She was terrified and calling out for help. He couldn’t move! He could see her face now…tears running from her eyes, strange grunts surrounded her…vaguely familiar sounds. Something approached her now, Anakin could not make out the vague form but his mother’s screams merged with his own as he awoke in his bed on Kamino.



Throwing the sheets from his bed, Anakin jumped to his feet and ran for the door. Qui-Gon Jinn was standing on the other side waiting for him. Anakin’s eyes locked with his master’s. Qui-Gon could see the fear and the pain inside his apprentice.



“What is it, Anakin?” Qui-Gon asked, the concern in his voice as strong as the force connection he had developed with his young apprentice.



“My mother, Master!” Anakin nearly yelled. “She was in pain, terrible pain.”



Qui-Gon was silent for a moment. He felt the sheer panic in his student. The need to act, the need to do something.



“She needs my help master! She will die without my help!” Anakin pleaded.



Qui-Gon turned to the window overlooking the cloning facility. The clones below shared the face of the young man he had found on Tatooine so long ago. He watched them with pride as they sparred with each other with their vibro-pikes. Each boy a perfect genetic duplicate of the chosen one. To the left, an army of Anakin Skywalkers ate together in the Kaminoan food court. This was his legacy. This was his greatest achievement. The sheer power of such a massive number of midichlorians gave the entire building a kind of almost audible hum. It was the force magnified by a factor of 20,000. With many more well on the way. He had trained them all, raised them all. Created a legion of force users the likes of which the galaxy had never seen.



“Then you must go to her my son.” Qui-Gon said softly. In the ten years together, he had come to think of Anakin as his own child. “You must do all you can for her.”



Anakin was speechless for a moment. He had expected his master to say that their work here was too important. That he was needed to guide his clones, to be their leader. Qui-Gon had trained Anakin and his cloned selves in the ways of the force but Anakin had always been there as an anchor to the newly created clones. They all knew him as their true self, their leader. If he left now…just as he was needed the most…



“Our work here master? If I leave it…” Anakin began.



“You must go to your mother’s aid. Your spirit will be torn in half if you stay here and ignore her suffering.”



Anakin thought back to the dream. It was fading now….the images no longer as clear in his mind.



“It may have only been a dream Master…but…” Anakin mused.



“But we both know it was more.” Qui-Gon finished.



Anakin was always astonished at how well his master understood him. His desires, his fears, his true needs. Qui-Gon Jinn had shaped his training and development like no one else could have. Anakin was sure of it. Under Qui-Gon’s teachings Anakin had developed a much stronger connection to the force than he would have ever dreamed possible. His powers were double what they would have been with another Jedi master. Here on Kamino, without the dogmatic views of the Jedi to encumber him, Anakin had flourished in the Jedi arts. He had spent his days learning from his Master and passing on what he learned to his clone-selves.



It had been a strange experience, seeing thousands of himself training together in the sterile Kaminoan facilities. But over the years, the force bond he had developed with his genetic brothers had made them an indelible part of him. As if he was a single person, existing in multiple bodies. Through the force their thoughts often seemed to merge. It was something he had not shared with his master….a kind of secret shared between ten-thousand. They could at times think as one group mind, their experiences forming a single consciousness. It would come and go, but Anakin knew he and his clones were only beginning to discover their potential. In time they would be invincible.

 

Chapter 2

 

Qui-Gon watched Anakin’s ship launch from the rainy landing platform. He turned and walked back into the facility with a troubled heart. The same questions came back to him time and again. HAD he done the right thing? WAS this truly the will of the force? He struggled with the idea of the clones as he had time and again over the passed ten years. They were not natural extensions of the midichlorians by any means. They were a cheat. A scientific means of creating super powerful force-users. Time and again Qui-Gon felt that he had broken some fundamental law and there would be a price to be paid.



“If the price of peace is the blackening of my name, I will gladly pay it.” He said to the empty room.



“Master Jedi?” Taun We’s voice came from around the corner as she lithely glided into the room. “Do you question what we have accomplished here?”



“Yes, Taun We, I question it every day.” He answered honestly.



“But you yourself have told us how the Republic has become corrupt and how the Jedi Order is not strong enough to stand against the coming darkness.”



“I foresaw a great darkness washing over the galaxy Taun We.” Qui-Gon answered, thinking back to his meditative vision of so long ago. “I saw many evil deeds and knew I had to act.”



“And to combat this darkness, we have created and army of Jedi more powerful than any the galaxy has ever seen.” Taun We stated pridefully.



“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Qui-Gon whispered. Starring out the glass window at the legion of Anakin Skywalkers all training for battle below them.



“Master Jedi, you must have faith.” Taun We’s hand slid up his back. The contact reminded Qui-Gon of how much he missed the touch of a woman. As alien as Taun-We was, she still was extremely feminine. Qui-Gon felt his penis begin to stir at her touch as he turned to face her.



As tall as the man was, he still had to look up at the delicate and lithe Kaminoan. They had worked together for years on this world. He found her intelligence and dedication to perfection truly amazing. Starring into her black eyes, Qui-Gon saw a hint of an invitation. His force enhanced abilities sensed the sexual desire in the alien woman.



Qui-Gon leaned in and kissed Taun-We, the cloned skin surrounding his mechanical arm gently touching her elongated neck. The Kaminoan responded, returning the strange mouth gesture so foreign to her people. The Jedi seemed to suck and trace his tongue around her mouth in a way that felt both alien and exhilarating.



Taun We had considered mating on many occasions. Unlike most other Kaminoans, sexual desire was not unknown to her. Although most of her people had lost the genetic need for such an act through centuries of cloned reproduction, something in Taun We’s genetic linage had refused to let go of the pleasures of sexuality. She felt her body beginning to release chemicals which she had for so long been denied. Endorphin production was escalating rapidly she noted clinically, as the Jedi moved his hand to the mound between her legs.



So many Kaminoan males would have shunned any advances by her. They would have seen her as flawed, not purged of the genetic mating urge that was so unnecessary now. And so she had turned to this alien man. To give her what her perfectly cloned society had deemed a taboo.



Qui-Gon stepped back from her, not entirely sure how to proceed. He wasn’t even sure Kaminoans were capable of sex any more.



Taun We responded by reaching behind her back and releasing the clasps of her dress. She let the dress fall to the floor, revealing a pale white, hairless pussy.



Qui-Gon starred at the strange alien body before him, with growing desire. He removed his robe and slid his brown pants off.



“Please…” Taun We breathed, “Allow me.”



With one gentle push, she directed Qui-Gon into a ceiling mounted chair and lithely straddled him. Taun-We reached down and began massaging his erect cock with her elongated fingers. Qui-Gon jumped at her touch, his needs had been denied so long on this sterile planet.



Without further prompting, Taun We held his dick straight in the air and lowered her alien pussy onto the Jedi’s waiting erection. Both gasped as his cock slid into her wet slit. Taun We arched her long neck in a way no human could to look down at the coupling. In all of her studies of mating habits of various species, nothing could prepare her for the incredible sight of her own vagina being spit in half as an alien phallus impaled it. Her mouth fell open in shock at the erotic coupling she was allowing to happen.



Qui-Gon placed his hands on her slender hips and began to raise and lower the Kaminoan woman. He had never before seen anything so incredibly sexy as this strange alien’s lower abdomen literally bulging out from the presence of his cock in her tiny slit. He had no doubt that Kaminoan men were not so well endowed as human men judging by the vice-like grip Taun-We’s pussy had on his dick.



“Ohhh…” Taun We breathed as he began fucking her harder. He could easily raise and lower her as she straddled him. She was tall enough to keep her hoof-like feet on the ground as she rode his dick, but Qui-Gon could feel that her full weight was almost nothing.



As he thrust into her, Taun We began to feel it building. Something she had read much about but never dared hope to experience. It was most likely lost in her genetic heritage as unnecessary. But as it built, she knew it must still be a part of her body somehow. The pleasure she was deriving from this coupling was staggering. More than anything she had ever felt in her life, the intensity of sexuality was simply overwhelming to the Kaminoan.



Qui-Gon stood up, hoisting the light alien into the air, still impaled on his dick. Taun We responded in shock at the sudden change but quickly adapted, wrapping her legs around her lover. As he thrust up into her harder than ever, Taun We felt the orgasm hit her in waves. She was cuming! Something she didn’t know she could even do. Qui Gon felt her contract and convulse in her arms. He thrust into her yet harder, throwing her body up and down on his dick in midair until he felt himself beginning to unload into her as well.



“Ohhhhhh!” Taun We screamed, her eyes closed in ecstasy as the pleasure overtook her. It was more than she ever dreamed it would be. She was in a state of pleasure that no Kaminoan could hope for anymore. It was hers alone, this bliss. She opened her eyes to see Qui-Gon panting from exertion.



Lowering her back to her feet, his alien cock slid from her pale pussy, trailing his midichlorian filled seed. At first Taun We was revolted at the liquid mess running out from inside of her. Her sterile Kaminoan mind recoiled at such messiness. Then she quickly shrugged that emotion aside, remembering the pleasure that she had just felt by turning her back on Kaminoan tradition.



“Taun We..”, Qui-Gon said firmly, “clean my cock.”



“Y-Yes Master Jedi,” she stammered, her legs still shaking from the orgasm. “I will bring a sterilizing…”



“No.” Qui-Gon stated flatly. “Feel. Don’t think. Use your mouth to clean it.”



Revolt was her initial reaction. She had heard of other species using their mouths for sexual activity. It had disgusted her at first. But she had reviewed those images countless times with a growing sense of prurient interest. Now was her chance to fulfill her darkest fantasies.



Taun We arched her body and neck towards Qui-Gon. She kneeled before the Jedi and in one quick motion took his cum covered cock completely into her mouth. Taun We’s alien throat had no trouble accommodating the entire length of Qui-Gon’s lengthy shaft as she effortlessly deep throated him.



Qui-Gon watched in awe as the alien woman sucked his cock all the way to the base, cleaning and consuming his cum. He felt himself growing fully hard again in her alien mouth and began gently thrusting into her. Taun We opened her eyes and gazed up at his face as he fucked her mouth. It was obscene. It was bestial and completely alien. And Taun We loved it. Loved being degraded this way. Used by the human as a means of pleasure. In her entire sterile life, she had never known such a feeling of power. She now controlled his ability to orgasm.



Opening her nostrils wide allowed more oxygen in as the alien cock ravaged her primary airway. With her long fingers she gently massaged the testicles of her alien lover. Soon he would release again. She could feel it. Taun We sucked harder, her mouth devouring the Jedi Master’s dick.



Qui-Gon came hard into her mouth, his cum far less than before but the intensity of his orgasm just as strong. He looked down in shock at the spectacle of the hygienic Kaminoan woman milking the last of his sperm into her throat. Taun We withdrew her lips, holding only the head of his dick in her mouth as Qui-Gon shuddering in pleasure.



As his cock slid from her mouth Taun We smiled up at her lover.



“I have never experienced anything like that before. Sexuality is not a part of my culture any longer.”



Qui-Gon smiled down at his new lover. “There is much more we can do for each other Taun We. This is only the beginning.”



Taun We stood gracefully, towering over her lover. “Perhaps you can show me in my personal quarters this evening?”



“I will do what I must, Taun We.”

 

Chapter 3

 

Anakin approached the Tusken Raider encampment from the east. He approached by stealth, the force guiding his actions as he slowly made his way nearer to the torch lights of the encampment.



He had felt the pain from Owen Lars as the young man described his father’s death. Cliegg had been tireless in his pursuit of Shmi. By everything Anakin had heard, the moisture farmer had died bravely. But a Tusken ambush had overwhelmed the posse Cliegg had led to recover his wife. Owen recounted to Anakin how his father had fallen as a Tusken Warlord sliced into his leg with a vibro-sword, severing the limb. If only Owen had been closer he could have stopped the Warlord there. He could have shot the beast with his blaster rifle and saved his father’s life. But Owen had been a few feet too far away to prevent the killing blow. By the time he had fired on the Tusken, it was too late. Cliegg Lars was dead and the rescue attempt was broken and defeated. Owen Lars was defeated as well. He vowed now only to protect his home and woman and never again to get involved in crusades or rescues.



Anakin had listened attentively to the story last night while sitting in the Lars kitchen. He was continually distracted by the gaze of Owen’s girlfriend Beru. He could feel the young woman’s sexual attraction to him. Even without the force, Anakin could tell she was bored with her lover Owen and desired something more exciting. Focused as he was on saving his mother, Anakin had no time for such thoughts. Perhaps another time he would have stayed and given the girl what she needed. But Anakin was more focused than any time in his life. He left the Lars table with little in the way of a goodbye and set off across the Jundland Wastes almost immediately.



Now as he drew close to the Tusken camp, he stretched out with his feelings. She was here….he knew it! He could feel his mother’s presence. Attuning his senses in ways Qui-Gon had shown him, he identified the tent that housed his mother.



Silently, he bypassed the two lookouts and their beasts, drawing up to the back of the tent. There were Tusken grunts and battle yells emanating from within. Drawing his lightsaber, Anakin cut a small eye-hole in the side of the tent and immediately deactivated his blade. Qui-Gon had taught him the virtue of patience. He would not rush into this fight without knowing what lie within first. His mother’s life may just depend upon it.



Pressing his eye to the hole he had burned, Anakin surveyed the Tusken tent. What he saw horrified him.



His mother was tied to a wooden torture rack. She was stripped naked and was impaled by the cock of a Tusken Raider who was grunting obscenely as he ravaged her body. Shmi cried out as a second Tusken, a tall Torture Lord, approached her from behind. His long dick the only part of his body exposed, the Torture Lord slowly and forcefully entered Shmi’s ass. Anakin covered a scream only by pressing his hand to his mouth. The sand people were raping her, double penetrating his beautiful mother. A woman who had never hurt anyone. The horror of his mother’s predicament finally began to set in.



Shmi whimpered pitifully as the two Tuskens brutally double fucked her, one in front, one behind her. She dangled helplessly, suspended from the torture rack hanging from the tent ceiling to allow the Tuskens to spin her body as they desired. Two more Tuskens stood viewing the spectacle, inside the tent, their erect cocks in their hands, no doubt awaiting their turns to defile their prisoner.



The rage in Anakin burned like a red flame. A passion he had never known began to overtake the young man. He felt his senses come alive like never before, his strength growing inside like a dark power. He would use this power to kill them all, to destroy his mother’s rapists. His victory tonight would break her chains of slavery. He would forever set her free.



Yet Anakin waited just a minute longer, watching his mother being fucked so brutally. It was strange to see the woman who had raised him as a boy being used sexually. It was strange to think of his mother as a sexual being. Pushing the thoughts from his mind, Anakin focused on his hatred and began his attack.



Slicing a hole into the tent, Anakin struck the Torture Lord first, decapitating the creature with one swift stroke. Its body continued to hump Shmi’s ass for a split second before it convulsed and dropped lifelessly. His saber was a blur as he raggedly sliced into the Tuskens, careful not to harm his mother in his blaze of hatred.



As he emerged from the tent he chopped the two guards quickly, their lives meaning nothing to him. The camp guards began to run towards him. Anakin jumped towards them, closing the gap and cutting them down at the waist. A female Tusken stuck her head outside a tent to see what the commotion could be. Anakin beheaded her swiftly and entered the tent. Two small Tusken children cowered inside before him. It was impossible to tell if they were male or female the way they were dressed. Anakin did not care. They were not little children, they were beasts….animals. He killed them both with a single stroke and emerged from the tent determined to do what must be done. He would kill them all.



Another male Tusken came towards him. Anakin seized the creature with the force by reaching out with his hand. Before he even realized what he was doing he felt the Tusken’s trachea constricting under his force grasp. It was the force guiding his actions in a way it never had before. Anakin gave himself over to the power, his fury channeling his power into a vice-like grip around the Tusken’s neck. It died seconds later. Anakin smiled with pride. Qui-Gon’s teachings had made him powerful indeed.



With force-enhanced speed, Anakin entered each tent sequentially, systematically executing the Tuskens within. Men, woman, children alike. It mattered not to him.  As he cut into the Sand Peoples’ bodies, the sheer horror he felt coming from them only served to enhance his own hatred. It became intoxicating, the utter insanity of the carnage all around him. He found himself screaming in an ecstasy of rage as the bodies piled up.



The camp was dead. He had killed them. Every last one of them. Looking around at the death he had wrought, Anakin felt for the first time a touch of sorrow. With that sorrow he felt the dark strength leave him and only emptiness remained. In his anger….he had forgotten her!



Anakin rushed back to the tent to find his mother spinning slowly in the center, still tied to the rack, her body bruised, beaten, and defiled. She was barely conscious, her eyes vacantly starred off into nothingness.



Anakin swiftly untied his mother and cradled her ravaged body in his arms.



“Mom! Mom! Please! It’s alright now! I’ve saved you!”



Shmi’s eyes focused on the young man speaking to her and recognition dawned on her bloodied face.



“Ani?…..Ani?...Is it really you my son?”



“I’m here to take you home mom. It will be alright now.”



“Ani?” she sighed incredulously, “Oh, you’ve grown so handsome.”



“Mom it’s alright now. Let me take you home.”



Shmi began to regain her senses and looked down for the first time at her naked body. Anakin followed her gaze and realized how humiliating it had to be for her to be so bare to her own son.



“Oh my son, what you must have seen…” Shmi began sobbing in his arms.



“Mom it doesn’t matter.” Anakin answered. “You’re safe now and I’ll take you home.”



“I can’t go home like this my son.” Shmi whispered softly, tears of shame falling down her face. “I can’t face Cliegg like this…”



Anakin took a blanket and wrapped his mother’s naked body in the brown Tusken cloth.



“Ani, take me away from this place. But I can’t face home yet. Not like this.”



“Mos Eisley is not far mom.” Anakin stated. “You can heal there.”



“Yes. My beloved son. Mos Eisley.”

 

Chapter 4

 

Anakin entered the room with fresh fruit for this mother to eat in his hand. It had been a week. She had slept almost four days straight, waking only to eat. Her body had been ravaged by the Tuskens for weeks. Anakin could feel her pain and tried his best to ease her suffering through the force.



The sleazy spaceport motel manager had asked few questions when Anakin demanded a room. Looking out at the beaten woman on Anakin’s swoop the Rodian had only laughed and muttered something about Anakin liking them old.



Anakin didn’t care about appearances. If it looked like he was shacking up with a whore, so be it. His mother needed time to heal and he needed seclusion to heal her.



He approached the motel bed and found his mother still sleeping. Placing the food on the table, he sat next to the bed and began his meditation. He reached out with the force and connected to his mother’s body. He felt her pain…it was everywhere. Connecting his body to hers through the force, Anakin began to repair the damage. It was something he had never attempted before. For the past four days he had focused on easing her pain, deadening her receptors. Now he was doing more. He could feel her torn tissues healing themselves and he reached out with the force, gently prodding the process along. It was such a delicate process, but he could feel her body accelerating the healing. She was responding to his efforts.



Finding the worst of the pain in her ravaged vagina, he concentrated his efforts there. The tissue was ripped, and brutalized. Anakin controlled the force, making it bend to his will. Her torn vaginal walls were repairing themselves quickly now. Her internal wounds healing. It was strange to be feeling his mother’s internal organs in this way. In a very real way he was INSIDE his mother’s pussy. He laughed at the thought. Inside the place he came from….through the force he was repairing the very place that gave him life.



Shmi stirred in the bed. Her eyes opened to see her son sitting in a chair across from her, his eyes closed in concentration. She felt him too. Her pussy was tingling, the pain was leaving her lower body and she could sense it was her son who was taking that pain away.



Shmi looked at her handsome young son. He had grown to such a beautiful man. Shmi felt pride in her boy, and for the first time something else. Shmi could feel the way her pussy was being manipulated somehow by her son. He was healing her out of love. And yet Shmi began to realize that in some special way, Anakin was feeling her from the inside. Just as he had as a fetus. Only he was feeling her pussy now. Her sexual center. Shmi felt herself getting wet from the healing stimulation from her son. It was arousing her to be touched by him in this way.



Anakin felt the rush of fluid filling his mother’s pussy. At first he though he had triggered it accidentally through the force but then he felt his mothers eyes upon him and he opened his to meet her gaze. Shmi was rocking her pelvis ever so slightly on the bed as she gazed lovingly at her son.



“Mom, are you alright?” Anakin breathed, breaking his connection to the force and standing up to come over to her.



“Oh my son….I could feel you…..I could feel you down there.” Shmi said with a shiver.



“I…I was healing you mom….I was just…”, Anakin stammered.



“I know my love. I know.” Shmi smiled up at her boy.



Anakin sat next to his mother on the bed and she reached up stroking his face lovingly.



“I haven’t felt you inside me like that since oh…before you were born.”



“I have a power mom. I can use it to help you. I can use it to help everyone.”



“I know Ani. You’ve always had that power. It helped you save me.”



“Yes.” Anakin said flatly, the memory of the slaughter returning to him in a wave of shame. “But I killed them mom.”



“You gave into anger my son. It wasn’t your fault after what you saw…..after what you saw them doing to me.” Shmi lowered her eyes in shame.



“Mom, that doesn’t matter now. You’ll be well soon. And look, I brought you fruit from the market.”



“Oh Ani, how can I ever face Cliegg again after what they did to me?” Shmi sobbed, burying her face in a pillow.



“Mom. I’m so sorry. Cliegg is gone.” Anakin whispered.



“Gone?” Shmi looked up at her son, and suddenly understood. Of course he was gone. He would have followed her till the ends of the Jundland Wastes and he would have died before giving up on her. “I see.”



“I’m so sorry, Mom.” Anakin said, “He must have been a good man.”



“He was, my son.” The sorrow that washed over Shmi hit Anakin like a wave of emotion. He was still connected to her, through the force, through blood. Her sorrow hit him powerfully.



The two embraced and held each other tightly.

 

Chapter 5

 

It had been fifteen days since Anakin paid for the motel room. He paid the sleazy Rodian another hundred credits to keep him from bothering them.



“Having fun with that street walker, eh boy?” The Rodian sneered, counting the credits from behind the counter.



Anakin turned to face the bug-eyed alien. With the force he reached out and grabbed the creature's throat. If the Rodian’s eyes could have widened any more, they would have popped from his green face.



“We have a deal to stay here a little longer,” Anakin said calmly, “Pray I don’t alter that deal.”



Anakin turned and left the front office, relaxing his grip on the alien’s throat. What was happening to him? He had felt that darkness rising up again in him. Telling him to kill and crush the life from that useless being.



Qui-Gon had never taught the force in such black and white terms as the Jedi Order likely would have. Qui-Gon acknowledged the dark side as something to be avoided but never expressly forbade its use. Was this the dark side calling to him? Anakin felt that it must be. But the important thing was to focus on his mother. She was much better now and he felt that the connection between them, so long severed was returning stronger than ever.



As he entered the room, he heard the water running in the bathroom. Shmi had left the door open and he could see her naked body as she lathered herself with soap.



Anakin felt guilty watching his mother naked, but something stopped him from turning away. He had seen her naked with the Tuskens, he had felt her body from the inside when he accelerated her healing. But this was different. She was healed now and she was beautiful.



Anakin remembered the first time his had seen his mother naked. He had been a boy, and had peaked in at her in the shower using one of Threepio’s detached eyes as a hidden camera. Anakin had routed the signal to a small monitor he had repaired and placed by his bed. He knew it was wrong but he had been so curious about the female form back then as a small boy.



Anakin smiled at the memory as he felt he dick beginning to harden. His mother turned herself in the cascade of water, her breasts coming into his view. They were firm, supple. His mother’s body was beautiful for a woman of her age. If not for her forehead lines, her face and body looked to be that of a woman at least ten years younger.



Shmi turned her gaze and suddenly saw her son watching her wash. She locked eyes with him for a moment as he stood in the bedroom, looking into her shower. For a moment, she felt ashamed of her nakedness, but then she saw the unrelenting interest in her son’s eyes. It surprised her to see what was so unmistakable in her little Ani’s gaze: arousal. He was aroused….by HER!



Never breaking his gaze, Shmi began moving her hands to her breasts, feigning that she was soaping them, but kneading them sensually. Shmi smiled at her boy, and dropped her hand down slowly towards her nether region. Shmi paused at her naval. This was INSANE, her brain screamed. He’s your SON! And your enjoying turning him on! The sheer insanity of the whole situation only turned her on more as she felt her pussy coming to life with wetness that had nothing to do with the shower’s water.



Anakin was holding his breath expectantly, waiting to see if his mother would continue. Slowly, she moved her arm lower, to the dark patch of her pussy hair. As her hand moved lower she caressed her mound and looked directly at her son.



“You came from this Ani.” Shmi said seductively, “and you healed it, my love.”



Anakin was speechless. His cock was a raging erection in his pants. He had never considered his mother a sexual being like this. The sight of her erotic movements was too much for him. There was a dark lust building within him. It was different than the rage he had felt before, it was more powerful even than that. It was desire. Pure sexual desire.



Shmi extended her hand to her son. She wasn’t really sure what she was doing or why. It all seemed like something out of a dream…or ….she didn’t know. Maybe she was just going crazy. But her son moved towards her obvious invitation and entered the bathroom.



“Join me….my son.” Shmi heard the words as if they came from somewhere far away. She felt dizzy.



Anakin undid his belt and removed his shirt. Shmi’s gaze was frantically scanning his muscular chest. He was beautiful. Her son was so beautiful.



“Oh, Anakin…” she wimpered.



Anakin slid his pants off and stepped out of them. His fully erect cock sprang into her view.



“Oh!” was all Shmi could say, utterly shocked at the sight of her boy’s erect dick.



Without a word Anakin stepped into the tiled shower area facing his mother. Shmi was panting like an exhausted Gundark. Her boy drew close to her and she felt his hand take hold of her arms as the water cascaded down her back.



Shmi still wasn’t sure what was happening between them. Had she misinterpreted all of this? Despite her son’s naked body and full erection being only inches from her, she still was trying to rationalize this in her mind. Was his just mother-son affection? Had her son just needed a shower….surely he didn’t really intend to….



Anakin moved in and kissed his mother’s lips tenderly. Shmi felt her knees go weak from the contact and almost lost her footing. She gently returned the kiss. Anakin’s tongue probed at her lips and her eyes widened in shock as she opened her mouth to meet his tongue.



He WANTS me! His own mother! Shmi had to admit that she wanted him too. Her beautiful son, taken so long ago from her. He had died a little inside when he had left. And now he was touching her in a way that she had never imagined her son ever could.



Shmi shut her eyes and grabbed Anakin’s face with both hands, kissing him passionately. Anakin kissed his mother hotly, feeling his cock brush up against her pubic hair. Shmi felt the contact and a shiver went through her entire body.



The water covered them both as they kissed each other frantically. Shmi let her back press against the tiled wall and raised her right leg, resting it on the tiled self. Her pussy was now open to him, inviting him in. Her own flesh and blood. Her miraculous gift from above.



Anakin broke their kiss and looked down at his mother’s inviting slit. She followed his gaze to see the mere inches that separated their coupling. A dark lust had overtaken him. It was the dark side of the force calling to him. He had no doubt of that anymore. He simply didn’t care. Before him lay his source. His immaculate origin. And it was inviting him home. Not as a child, but as a conqueror.



“Ani…” Shmi purred.



His cock head parted her pussy lips.



“Ani!” Shmi shouted



Anakin’s dick penetrated deeper into her mother’s pussy.



“Oooooooooohhhhhhh…..” Shmi sighed as his cock entered her fully.



“Ohh MOM!”



Anakin could feel the force connection to his mother. Her pussy was on fire for him but their coupling was far stronger than physical. A bond unlike any other existed between them. They were fused into one being in that moment. A single entity connected through his dick.



He began thrusting in and out of her. Shmi threw her arms around his neck and hung on for dear life. It was the most intense thing she had ever felt. Being penetrated by a man she had given birth to….and loved. The sensation was indescribable. The realization that it was her own son inside her body was too much for Shmi. Her pussy clamped down and contracted all around Anakin’s cock, massaging it frantically as she spasmed and came.



“Aaahaaaah!” Shmi screamed out in orgasmic bliss.



Anakin pulled out of his mother. He had not cum in her yet. He felt the darkness building within him, reaching new heights. He would cum in his mother when she had submitted to him fully. When he possessed her body forever.



Shmi opened her eyes in a daze and dutifully followed her son to the bed as he pulled her by her wrist. They trailed water into the bedroom, not caring as the sheets became wet.



Shmi laid on her back utterly contented, her eyes closed. Anakin moved up between her legs and brought his face to her pussy. He swiftly parted her lips with his hands and stuck his tongue inside her, closing his mouth on her slit.



“Whaahaaa?” Shmi called out, her eyes flying open in shock at the sight of her own son devouring her pussy. It was too much….this was all just too much for her. Her son going DOWN on her! It was the shear intensity of the moment that caused Shmi to convulsively lock her legs around her sons head. She simultaneously thrust her pussy off the bed and into his face further, her body acting automatically to encourage the incestuous act.



Anakin struggled to breath as his tongue darted about his mothers delicious pussy. He had to rely on the force to hold off his need to come up for air and his mother’s hands found the back of his head and pressed his face into her pussy. Her legs had him in a vice-like lock. He concentrated on moving his tongue up to play with her clit. Shmi hit her climax almost at once, yelling out an unintelligible animalistic grunt, that reminded Anakin of a Tusken’s yell.



Shmi’s lower body quivered from the intensity of the orgasm. Anakin was released from her leg lock on his head and moved his erect dick up to her slit again.



Feeling the contact, Shmi placed her hand quickly on his chest as he began leaning over her, his cock head parting her lips ever so slightly.



“No my son….no more Ani….I can’t…” Shmi stammered, her words coming quickly.



“Take it mom.” Anakin instructed as he eased himself into her well lubricated pussy. “Take your son’s cock inside you again.”



“OH baby! I can’t it’s too much…I can’t keep going like this..”



Anakin ignored her, feeling the dark side give him the power. The power to conquer his source. The power to defile the very place he was miraculously conceived. And after his mother’s pussy he would conquer the galaxy. He was unstoppable. He was the chosen one. He would fuck her until she submitted to his will entirely.



“Take it.” He said coldly.



Shmi looked fearfully into her son’s face, now seeing the dark power within him. This experience was changing him….changing them both. He would never be the same. And when he was done with her, neither would she. Shmi could do nothing but accept the large cock sliding into her body. A cock she had created, was now returning to her.



Anakin thrust into her violently, causing the bed to shake. Her legs flailed in the air as he thrust again and again into his mother’s cunt. Shmi couldn’t believe his power, his strength. She was only along for the ride in this, nothing she could do would stop his savage fucking.



The steam from the shower had caused a thick fog to drift into the room. As Anakin fucked his mother, the fog surrounded them, like a dark cloak. The dark side was calling and Anakin was answering.



The forceful fuck was stimulating Shmi in a way she had never felt in her life. The shear depravity of being fucked like an animal by her own son was driving her insane with lust.



“Your MOTHER Anakin! You’re fucking your OWN MOTHER!” She called out to him in excited depravity.



“You incestuous motherfucker! Your really FUCKING me!” Shmi was absorbing the dark lust of her son, it was infecting her like a virus.



Anakin reached back and pulled her legs up to rest on his shoulders, entering her from a different angle. Suddenly Shmi felt his bulbous cock head hitting her somewhere inside that she had never felt stimulated before. It was like someone had hit a magic spot and an orgasm overtook her that made all others pale in comparison. The fog surrounding her combined with the rush of pleasure to make her feel she was floating in the air, surrounded by an eerie mist, as her son took her like a wild slut.



Shmi felt herself being over-stimulated. It was simply too sensitive in this position after coming like that. She tried to move her legs down and move her son’s cock off her g-spot. Anakin grabbed her legs firmly and refused to let her go. He fucked her as hard as he could, sweat pouring down his naked body onto her.



Shmi screamed. It was too much, she was coming again but it was painful, too intense, she was hyper-stimulated and unable to stop the flood of multiple orgasms that wracked her body.



Seeing his mother thrashing out of control beneath him gave him his victory. He released all his anger into her body, cuming harder than ever before in his life. His balls contracted repeatedly, pumping jet after jet of hot cum into his mother. He felt like he would never stop cuming. With the force as his ally, perhaps he never would.



The cum began to overflow from his mother’s pussy and his final spasms subsided. Shmi was unconscious, her body pushed beyond its threshold. Anakin let his dick slide out of her and watched an obscene flow of cum leak down her ass crack and all over the bed.



Anakin stood from the bed and was enveloped in the hot fog. It was time to return to Kamino. It was time to lead his army to victory.

 

Chapter 6

 

Qui-Gon felt the clones changing. It was subtle but there was a defiance in them for the first time ever. They were not taking his instruction are readily, they had their own ideas about how to use their force abilities in their training.



Qui-Gon initially felt that it was Anakin’s absence that had caused the change in his mirror selves. But it was more than that. Somehow, they had changed all at once. There was a taint to their thinking now--a darkness that had never been present before.



Taun We lay sleeping next to him. The soft purr of her alien breathing soothed his nerves. There sexual relationship had distracted him recently. It had taken his focus off his training of the clones. But he felt no regrets. For one thing the Kaminoan woman had proven to be an insatiable lover. She rode his dick for hours each night, her long neck arched back in ecstasy as her alien pussy convulsed around his cock, devouring the pleasure of sexual contact like a starving woman.



Qui-Gon found the alien female to be incredibly arousing. Each night he would further instruct her in the carnal pleasure of sexuality and each night she would respond with a ravenous hunger for more. He felt powerful, teaching a being who had no sexual history to find her true self. Her society had evolved passed the need for such base activities. Qui-Gon enjoyed returning the sophisticated creature to her animalistic roots.



Taun-We stirred under his gaze, her eyes opening to meet his.



“Master Jedi. Is it morning already?”



“Yes, my dear. You need to report to the tactical simulator room soon.” Qui-Gon answered.



“I would much rather stay here and fuck you again.” Taun We smiled up at her lover. Her cultured vocabulary was beginning to take on the carnal vernacular that they secretly shared by night.



“Taun We, I must ask you something.” Qui-Gon said earnestly, ignoring his rising sexual desire for the alien.



“You do not need to ask, I will allow you to penetrate my rectum, Master Jedi.” Taun We said coyly.



Qui-Gon laughed, unsure if the Kaminoan was being serious or simply developing a sense of sexual humor. “No, my dear, I need to ask you about the clones. Have they seemed different to you lately?”



“They have displayed a thirty-six percent drop in efficiency this week.” Taun We answered with analytical efficiency. “It is unprecedented.”



“They FEEL different Taun We.” Qui-Gon said quietly, “They have become something different.”



“Genetically they are exactly..”



“Not genetically.” Qui-Gon answered. “Their force connection has altered.”



Taun We did not pretend to understand the mysterious power that gave the clones and her Jedi lover the abilities that made them so powerful. But she had noticed a difference in their interaction lately.



“Master Jedi they do seem to be somewhat—“



An incoming message interrupted her thought. Qui-Gon rose and walked across the white room to the display screen. Taun We slinked off the bed, out of range of the camera’s view and glided into the bathroom.



Qui-Gon answered the incoming message and the view screen filled with the face of his apprentice.



“Greetings Master.” Anakin spoke with a smile. “I am returning.”



Qui-Gon noticed the difference in his pupil immediately. He looked darker somehow. His eyes were hard, like a man who had seen too much.



“What’s happened Anakin?” Qui-Gon asked his apprentice.



“I am returning. I have freed my mother and I am returning to finish what I started on Kamino.”



“Is your mother alright—“



“My mother is none of your concern.” Anakin snapped. Qui-Gon for the first time felt a dread he had never known. Was this even the boy he had raised?



“I’m starting the landing cycle. East platform.” Anakin announced.



“I’ll meet you there.” Qui-Gon answered, donning his robes. Anakin ended the transmission abruptly.



Taun We’s long neck extended out of the door. “The young Jedi returns?” She queried.



Qui-Gon picked up his lightsaber and fastened it to his belt.



“Yes. He returns.” Qui-Gon left the room without looking back at his alien lover.

 

Chapter 7

 

Anakin cut the transmission from the cockpit control station. Looking down between his legs, his mother sucked lovingly on his cock. She was insatiable for him, devouring his organ like a woman possessed.



Anakin smiled at the obscene spectacle of his own mother sucking his prick. She met his gaze and continued bobbing her head up and down on him as he sat in the pilot’s chair of the cramped ship. He activated the landing cycle and felt the rain begin pelting the ship’s windows as it entered the Kamino atmosphere.



Shmi looked radiant to her son. He had purchased her a magnificent dress. One befitting the mother of a living god. Her wounds were healed now. And she had a vibrancy that he had never seen in her before. She looked even younger than when he had left her years ago as a boy. She seemed rejuvenated. Rejuvenated by his power.



Shmi let her son’s cock slide from her mouth.



“Did you know that he fucked me, my son?” Shmi said seductively, “Back on Tatooine all those years ago, Qui-Gon fucked me.”



Anakin felt intense jealousy flood through his very core. His eyes flashed like cat eyes in dark side hatred.



“You belong to me now!” He screamed, taking her hair in his hand and forcing her mouth back onto his erect cock. Anakin began roughly face-fucking his mother, the rage inside him reaching new heights.



So Qui-Gon had fucked his mother. Fucked her and left her on that coarse, rough planet. Fucked his mother, stole her son away, and left her a slave. He would have revenge. He would have his vengeance.



Anakin came suddenly in his mother’s mouth. Shmi’s eyes bulged as the sheer force of his orgasm caught her by surprise. Shmi was being changed by her son. She felt it. As she consumed his sperm, the dark power within him seemed to flow into her. Whatever special powers gave her son such strength flowed into her, and darkness entered her soul. Shmi dutifully gulped the cum down, her eyes mirroring the same power that her son’s eyes displayed.



She would do anything for him. Fuck him, love him, be his slut, his slave. He had made her whole again and in return she would be his forever. Anakin had not yet told her where they were headed. She didn’t care. It was enough for her to know that her beautiful son would keep her at his side. Loving and fucking her forever.



Shmi let his softening cock fall from her mouth, some of his seed running down her chin.

Anakin stood, pulled his pants up, and walked to the exit ramp of the ship just as the autopilot touched down on the wet platform of the Kaminoan cloning facility.



He opened the door and looked back at his mother. The older woman was beautiful, but her forehead wrinkled with concern as she watched him go. The connection between them was strong. She sensed that he went to meet his destiny.



“Be careful, my love.” Shmi called to her lover as he descended into the cold rain.

 

Chapter 8

 

Qui-Gon walked into the rain to meet his apprentice. The anger and rage inside Anakin was in the air--it was tangible, like a blazing, inextinguishable flame in the pouring rain.



“You left her!” Anakin shouted at Qui-Gon before the older man could say anything.



“You left her to die on Tatooine! A slave!” Anakin was circling Qui-Gon on the landing platform now. His fury barely held in check.



Qui-Gon stood patiently saying nothing. He had lost Anakin to the dark side. He was sure of it. Could there be a way to talk him back? Qui-Gon wondered if such a feat were possible.



“Anakin. I trained you to be the savior of the galaxy. You alone can destroy the coming Sith menace.”



“You trained me to be your puppet!” Anakin yelled. “You made me your laboratory experiment!”



Qui-Gon felt guilt at the boy’s words. Cloning Anakin had been the hardest decision of his life. But Anakin had agreed with him all those years ago, it was necessary to prevent the coming darkness.



“Come inside my son,” Qui-Gon pleaded, “Come in and-“



“I am NOT YOUR SON!” Anakin shouted, his blue lightsaber springing to life.



Qui-Gon ignited his green blade with a sense of resignation to the inevitable.



“So be it.” Qui-Gon answered.



Anakin lunged at his master with a fury born of pure hatred. Qui-Gon retreated under the attack, backing into the entrance of the cloning facility. Anakin’s lightsaber blows were blindingly fast. Qui-Gon parried them as best he could, falling back further.



The two battled down the stair case, their lightsabers clashing violently. Anakin’s wild swings often struck the white Kaminoan walls, leaving ugly black scars on the pristine white facility. Qui-Gon jumped and rolled backwards into the clone training room. The thousands of Anakin Skywalker clones had all stopped their training sessions to witness this clash of their leaders. The clones surrounded the battling master and apprentice, none making a move to interfere.



Anakin’s wild swings became more persistent, more powerful with each passing moment. He could feel his powers flowing to and from his clones as they surrounded him. They were one being, one mind. The dark side flowed across them like a wave. Anakin pressed his attack, knowing now that he was truly invincible.

 

Chapter 9

 

Shmi exited the ship, and was instantly drenched in a cold rain. She ran for the building entrance, the automatic doors admitting her soaked form into a sterile white room. What kind of planet had her son brought her to? She had never felt moisture falling from the sky before, it seemed somehow wasteful to the desert raised woman.



Where was her son? What was happening? She felt lost, abandoned.



Then suddenly her son came into view from around the corner. He looked at her in shock, as if he had never before seen her face.



“Ani….I didn’t know where you…”



“I know you.” The young man said. “I’ve dreamt of you.”



Shmi was confused. What did he mean he knew her? He looked different somehow, clothes and hair slightly different from the young man who had left her only minutes before.



Suddenly a second Anakin rounded the corner, walking up to the first Anakin’s side. Shmi’s mouth fell open in shock at the doppelganger. At once a third and fourth entered the room, then a fifth and sixth from another entrance. Shmi was speechless. She started to speak when suddenly hands were on her from behind. They were pulling her into a room, taking her with them. Shmi felt her head spinning from the mirror images of her son all about her, pulling her into some hidden chamber.

 

Chapter 10

 

Qui-Gon felt his strength waning. This was nothing like his fight with the Sith Lord ten years ago. This was his own pupil, his own creation turned against him. Everywhere Qui-Gon looked, the face of Anakin Skywalker surrounded him. He was drowning in a tide of dark energy that flowed from the clones. They stood by waiting for the duel to end. Anakin—the real Anakin—was relentlessly pressing this attack. They stood now inside a connecting passageway with windows on every side. All throughout the facility clones watched their donor relentlessly pressing his attack again the older mentor. They would not help. They would not raise a hand against either man. They simply waited to see who would emerge triumphant.



In desperation, Qui-Gon looked to the clones about him. Would none of these boys aid him now? Would none of those he had raised and trained come to his aid in this most desperate hour?



Anakin broke off his attack and followed Qui-Gon’s gaze to the clones.



“Behold MASTER.” He said mockingly. “Behold the very darkness you once foresaw.”



“Anakin, the Sith will rise! You must come back to the light! You must-“



“BEHOLD!” Anakin yelled, extending his arms to his sides. The clones mirrored his movement, all raising their arms in unison.



“For I am LEGION!” Anakin’s voice echoed through the facility, repeated ten-thousand times.

 

Chapter 11

 

The hands were everywhere at once on Shmi, she was being stripped quickly by at least twenty copies of her son. Shmi couldn’t believe what she was seeing. An entire army of her son was filing into the room, each seeing her with a strange sense of recognition and each joining in.



Shmi stood completely naked now, surrounded by a circle of Anakin Skywalkers. The doppelgangers stepped back and her quivering lips found the strength to ask.



“What are you all?” She whispered.



“We are..”, one began



“From you…” another continued.



“You’ve haunted us…” a third spoke



“For all our lives…”



“We never knew who you were…”



“But now you are here….” Said another.



“And now….” One in the back said.



“We shall finally have you.” They said in unison.



All the clones began to disrobe together. Shmi gasped at the sight of an entire room of her sons, all naked, all with erections pointing at her. This was too much for her brain to handle. Had her son found some way to duplicate himself? Whatever unholy force had brought these twins into creation, she new one thing with utter certainty: they intended to fuck her, just as her son had.



Four of the clones extended their hands and an invisible force lifted Shmi off her feet. She was carried towards them in the air, her legs pulled apart obscenely. Shmi gasped as the first of the clones began to lick the inside of her leg, then another on the outside of her leg, then another mouth sucked on her left breast, then her right. She looked around her in awe as an army of her son quickly enveloped her with sucking mouths. She felt one sucking on her toes, another sucking on her ear, every inch of her body was being stimulated by Anakins.



Below her, one dragged his tongue into her ass crack, while another licked into her pussy and yet another locked his lips around her clit. Her gasp was cut short as one began kissing her mouth and another sucking her fingers. She could do nothing but submit to the insanity of the situation.



The first erect cock she felt was in her hair, tracing around the back of her head. Shmi didn’t know what was up or down any more, she turned her head towards the heat of the cock she felt and sucked it into her mouth. She had never been more aroused in her life. Her son….her sons…..sucking her from every direction while she sucked one of their hard pricks. She closed her eyes and felt nothing but bliss and the mouths all around her slowly stopped sucking her.



Seconds later she felt their hard dicks all over her. The where rubbing on her, using her. Her pussy was penetrated by one that eased its way in slowly. Her ass was suddenly penetrated by another. A cock slid between her breasts, another across her face. She was being double fucked. Not brutally like the sand people had done. No, that had been about pain. This was about pleasure. The pleasure of her own child multiplied to infinity.



Shmi’s body was rammed back and forth by the clone cocks. She felt one cum inside her pussy, then the other in her ass. It pushed her over the edge and she came hard, her scream muffled by the dick in her mouth. That dick suddenly spasmed, flooding her mouth with cum. She felt the dick withdraw from her pussy, only to be replaced by another which began fucking her with fresh enthusiasm. The cock in her ass pulled out, and she instantly felt another pushing its way in to replace it.



Shmi let the cock slide from her mouth and opened her eyes to see two other Anakin cocks waiting for her. She took one into her mouth and grasped the other with her hand. She no longer cared how this was possible. It was more pleasure than any woman should be allowed to know. Shmi was being fucked like never before in her life.



Several of the clones began to jack off onto her. Shmi felt the cum raining down on her naked breasts. At least five of them seemed to be climaxing at the same time, their cum mixed on her flesh, as the woman was covered in shot after shot of hot semen. Shmi felt the cock in her mouth flood her. She felt like it was raining all around her. Not the cold rain she had felt outside moments before, but a hot rain of lust that covered her body in a mess of sperm that she had never even imagined possible.



New clones filed into the room, waiting for their turn to have the body of this strange woman who had so haunted their thoughts for so many years.



Shmi struggled to stay conscious as the waves of pleasure overtook her. She was drowning in cum, she was downing in her son.

 

Chapter 12

 

Anakin felt the duel coming to an end. Qui-Gon had used all his strength to last this long. With one final attack, he pressed his mentor for the killing blow.



Qui-Gon knew it was over. He drew his blade up to his face in resignation. He had created a monster. But his mind was at peace. He had done what he felt was right. Perhaps it had been wrong, but he accepted the serenity of the force.



Anakin’s killing blow passed right through where Qui-Gon’s head had been. The Jedi’s body had faded away to nothing in that final instant. There were only robes, a mechanical arm, and a lightsaber left on the ground beneath Anakin.



Anakin starred at the clothing in genuine confusion. Qui-Gon was gone, he knew that. But some lingering sense of fear made him probe the Jedi’s robes with his boot.



Satisfied, Anakin turned and walked to the balcony at the end of the hallway. Below him was his magnificent clone army. They saluted him with their vibro-pikes. The most advanced wore an armor Anakin had designed himself. It was an all black version of the Republic’s Royal Guard uniform. Their fearsome visage would soon be known throughout the galaxy.



Anakin addressed his clones for the first time as their sole leader.



“My brothers!” He announced. “You shall be my will! My voice! My power spread throughout the galaxy!”



A cheer rose up through the ranks as the assembled clones voiced their devotion.



“You shall be my regional governors! In time there shall be one of us for every planet in the Republic!”



Another cheer arose.



It was time. Time to leave Kamino and conqueror the galaxy.

 

 

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Quotes from George Lucas's movie Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones (2002)