Personal Hell

Well here it is... The final chappie. Read and enjoy! Also, I don't own Star Wars or the like... Still wish I did though.... *pouts*

Chapter Three


God damn, my head hurts.

Onna slowly opened her eyes. Dim lighting assaulted her optic nerves, blinding her for a moment. Shortly, though, her aching irises shrunk and adjusted themselves, revealing what appeared to be the old, dusty attic of some old house. The walls were bare, revealing the wood framework and pink insulation. Electrical wires hung from the ceiling, most of them not connecting to anything, and just dangling towards the floor. The floor was a rough, old, rotting wood, dusty to the ends of all imagining, and chaffed her skin until it was sore.

It was at this time that she realized that she had been stripped of all her clothes, and laid bare on the floor, and arms and legs shackled down. Shock and fear began to well up inside of her, until what Jason had been teaching her began to kick in. She took a couple of deep breaths, clearing her mind enough for her to concentrate on the energy that flowed around her. Touching the Force, she reached out with her senses to get a feeling of the room. There was a smaller, attached room directly behind her, with what seemed to be a small kitchenette. Below, there was a vacant house, with no living creatures residing within its walls. Stretching out to her left, she sensed Jason.

Looking over, she saw him, sitting on his knees, with his ankles and wrists similarly strapped to the floor. He was half-naked, with only his black pants covering his legs. He lifted his head and looked over at her, his eyes hard and cold. She could tell by his face and his signature in the Force that he was a little more than pissed off, and that it wasn’t directed towards her.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Onna replied, taking a more thorough look around. “What happened?”

“My, my, my...how soon we forget,” a malevolent voice said, coming from the small room above Onna’s head. She looked in that direction, and saw the same dark-clad individual that had attacked them earlier. He stepped out of the diminutive doorway, heavy robes flowing about him as he moved. He had his hood pulled down from his head, revealing a middle-aged human male, with eagle-like eyes, long, black hair pulled back savagely into an impossibly tight pony tail, and a close-cropped goatee. A wicked sneer crossed his lips as he looked down at the naked Onna on the floor before him, and she could feel the Dark Side radiating off him.

“Well, it certainly is good to see you again, young Jason Hunter.” The man began to stroll over to Jason, moving with a confident gait. “And how have you been these past couple of years? I see that you’ve been busy in the love area...and quite a catch, if I do say so. Looks as though she could fuck all week and still want more.”

“Oh, I’ve been doing pretty well, Walker,” Jason replied, keeping his face as straight as a pro sabacc player. “Busy, as usual. But, on to business...don’t you ever fucking talk about Onna that way.”

“Or what?” Walker laughed. “Are you going to reach out with the Force and rip my body apart? I’m sure that, by now, you’ve realized that the Force is beyond your reach. Any ideas why?”

“Oh, I know why...you have a ysalamiri stashed under that box over there.”

“My, how intuitive,” Walker said, clamping a large hand around Jason’s jaw. “Perhaps you’re not as weak as you were last time, Hunter.”

“What do you mean, ‘weak’? I would have killed you on that God forsaken planet, if you hadn’t been such a fucking pussy and ran away.”

“‘Ran away’?” Walker asked, his tone tinged with anger. “I didn’t run, you stupid little Krath. That first encounter of ours was simply to gauge how powerful you were. Little do you know, I’ve been watching you since you first joined the Empire. Even as a child, you radiated such raw, untapped power. I kept a close on you as you grew, watching and waiting for the day that you became strong enough for me to consider taking you as an apprentice. You never had a Master, did you? No. You simply taught yourself, reading through the tomes that the Brotherhood would allow you to, and honing your skills through tremendously rigorous training and combat.

“You have shaped yourself into quite the powerful Dark Jedi. It was quite interesting seeing you progress. And now, I feel that you are ready to learn from my knowledge, so that we may overthrow the Republic and re-institute and Emperor’s Final Way. Rid this galaxy of the scourge of the Jedi, and bring lasting peace and justice to this unruly sector of the universe.”

“You actually think I want to learn from you?” Jason’s voice was overflowing with humor, an amused smirk crossing his lips. “Even without the Force, I can tell that you haven’t gotten much stronger since last time. I had just become an Archpriest when we first met...and now, I’ve grown too strong for this rank that the Brotherhood has given me. It’s only a matter of time before they promote me, and allow me to rise even further in power.

“I don’t need your pansy ass teachings, Walker...I’m doing fine on my own.”

“I had a feeling you might say something like that,” Walker said, running his hand along Jason’s jaw line, before drilling him in the side of the face with a vicious left hook. Onna watched with rising anger as Jason spit blood and a couple of teeth to the floor, then look up into Walker’s eyes with a cool confidence.

“I’ve been hit far harder than that,” he said, his voice low. “Even with that mechanical prosthetic of your’s. So, are you going to just beat the shit out of me until I relent and agree to serve you?”

“Oh no, I’ve got something far more...persuasive in mind than that. That lovely collection of scars that adorn your body are testament to your pain threshold. Torturing you physically would be ultimately futile. What I have planned will push you to your breaking point, and you will beg me to teach you, so that I may stop.”

Turning from Jason, Walker moved over to tower over Onna. He then began to take off his robes, stripping as naked as she was. She looked up at him, her eyes widening with fear, and she tried to squirm away, but her restraints held her in place in her all too vulnerable position.

“Oh my God, what are you doing?” she whined, finding it hard to clamp down on her fear, as her mind reeled with possibilities.

“Don’t worry, my dear,” Walker cooed, taking hold of his stiffening penis and stroking it. “You’re simply a tool that I’m using to get at Hunter. I promise that this won’t hurt.”

“Don’t you fucking touch her, you mother fucker!” Jason raged, straining against his chains.

“Or what? Do you forget that I have you chained to the floor? I have nothing to fear from you. Of course, you could always become my apprentice, and this stops here.”

Jason remained silent, torn between saving Onna from being ravaged by this man, and remaining true to himself. He kept his green eyes locked on Walker in a steely gaze, his mouth twisted into a snarl of anger.

“Fine then, have it your way,” Walker said, lowering himself over Onna and pressing the head of his cock against her pussy. He rubbed it against her a few times, before opening her lips with a couple of fingers and pushing his way in. At first, he went slow, but then slammed himself fully into her, eliciting a noise from her throat that was halfway between a moan and scream.

Walker then proceeded to rape her, using her as a simple piece of meat to get off with. She could feel him within her, slamming in and out roughly. She tried to resist him, but her shackles kept her from doing as such, and, despite being outside the ysalamiri’s sphere of influence, she couldn’t muster enough of the Force to force him off her. He was simply too powerful for her to have any hope against.

Suddenly, Onna felt something warm explode inside her vagina, followed by a deep moan from Walker. The realization that he had just came in her filled her with disgust, making her want to vomit at how dirty she now felt.

“No!” Jason yelled, pulling against his chains again. “You rat bastard! Get the fuck off her! I’ll fucking kill you, mother fucker!”

Walker simply grinned at Jason, beginning to ravage Onna again. With the constant friction against her clitoris, she quickly found, much to her own disgust, that she was approaching her own orgasm. As she felt it build up, then suddenly cascade through her body with ecstacy, she felt so physically ill that she had to turn her head and vomit.

The sudden clenching of Onna’s vaginal muscles must have brought Walker to the edge again, because she felt him cum inside her again, filling her to the brim with this man’s unwanted seed. Onna emptied her stomach again, thoroughly disgusted at being used in such a way. As she felt Walker’s cock spurt out its’ last drop of cum, she slipped away into unconsciousness.

“Well, seems that I was a bit rough on her,” Walker said, pulling himself out of Onna’s pussy, a trail of white fluid oozing from her hole. He stood and turn towards Jason, as if purposefully showing him his cum-covered cock.

By this point, Jason was beyond simply being angry. His heart raced, pumping adrenaline through his veins as his unbridled rage triggered a physiological reaction in his body. His already prominent muscled bulged, flexing against the strong binds that held him to the floor. He could feel them begin strain, and his rage mixed with anticipation of them breaking. He found himself unable to think, his mind fully focused on ripping Walker apart, atom by atom.

“Well, looks as though I triggered some sort of reaction in you, Hunter,” Walker said. “I must admit, I’d like to remove the ysalamiri, so that I may feel your true power...but, regrettably, you haven’t broken in the way that I desire. Maybe some more persuasion is in order.”

Calling out to the Force, Walker’s lightsaber sailed to his outstretched hand. It came to life with that distinctive snap-hiss, and its’ ruby blade was then pointed at the prostrate Onna. “One word, and I’ll end all this mess.”

“How about, ‘die’!” Jason screamed, pulling against his restraints with all his adrenaline-aided might. The old wood floor creaked and strained, splintering under the force of Jason’s muscles. Finally, with a rewarding cracking noise, they broke free, giving him mobility. Standing, he pulled the chains that held his legs from the floor, and hurled himself bodily at Walker.

This unexpected turn of events caught him off guard, and Walker found himself being slammed into the floor, with Jason on top of him and grabbing his left arm, which held his lightsaber. A sickening crack issued from his forearm as the Corellian gave it a horrendous twist, and searing pain shot up to his brain from his now-broken arm.

Gripping Walker by the throat, Jason hefted him off the floor and slammed him against a wall. His head ricocheted off the support beam he had found, dazing him for a moment. Shaking free of the dizziness, Walker found himself gazing into eyes filled with the fire of rage. Jason’s pupils had widened, lending a crazed look to the deeply furrowed brow and clenched teeth.

“I warned you twice, Walker,” Jason intoned, his voice thick with his anger. Taking a firm hold of Walker’s privates, he dug his fingers into the tender skin that surrounded his penis and testicles. “Now suffer.”

Twisting and pulling, Jason tore through the soft flesh, breaking bonds that skin and muscle were used to hold anatomy in place. A blood curdling scream echoed off the walls as Jason ripped Walker’s reproductive organs from his body, untold amounts of pain firing along all the nerve endings of his nervous system. Darkness threatened to overtake Walker, but, being outside the Force-negating bubble, Jason used the Force to keep him from falling into unconsciousness.

“You’re getting out of it that easily,” he breathed, showing Walker his amputated appendage before tossing it to the floor. “First, you kidnap Onna and I, then you force me to watch as you rape her. You’re going to die a most painful death.”

Without hardly any thought or effort, Jason called Walker’s lightsaber to him, and thumbed it to life. Holding the man against the wall with the invisible fist of the Dark Side, Jason took his time as he removed both of Walker’s arms. He made sure to go extra slow, to allow his victim to revel in the agony, and guarantee that the wounds were cauterized.

If Walker was to suffer, no sense letting him bleed to death any quicker.

Jason then released his hold on him, letting the mutilated man drop to the floor that was slick with blood. Walker continued to scream and writhe, unable to even cup his hands around the gaping hole in his crotch to try and abate the pain any. It was physical and psychological torment...just the way Jason liked it.

The screaming and thrashing about lasted for another couple of minutes, with Jason watching each second with a morbid satisfaction. When Walker finally lay still the Krath spat on his still form and turned away from the carnage. Approaching Onna, he placed a hand over her juice-soaked pussy and pulverized each cell of Walker’s cum with a torrent of Dark Side energy, obliterating every last genetic trace he was ever there.

His work down there done, he touched a couple of fingers to her forehead, and awoke her with a slight suggestion from the Force. Her eyes fluttered open, and she moaned as he mind kicked back into gear. With a few deft movements of the lightsaber, Jason had severed Onna bonds and was holding her in his arms. He held her for a good half hour as she bawled into his shoulder, taking great pains to keep her from looking at the mutilated form lying in the corner.

Once they’d gathered their belongings, stashed as they were in the small room that Walker had entered from, the couple dressed and left the ramshackle house, heading home to deal with the trauma of what had transpired...

The End


Jedi Teddy: Thanks for taking the time to read my story! This final chapter is, quite literally, the most graphic thing I've ever written. Honestly, I'm amazed at some of the visuals I used. Anyways...yeah. The characters of Jason Hunter and Onna Alias are mine and my wive's, respectively. Jason was created for use in the Dark Jedi Brotherhood, a Star Wars online gaming group I've been a member of for almost five years now. http://www,darkjedibrotherhood.org

...well, this was meant to be something special as far as final remarks go, but I totally lost that thought.... So, I leave you, dear reader, with this....again, thank you for reading my story. I hope you enjoyed it, and reviews are more than welcome! And remember..."Someday, the shaven Wookies will rule the world", borrowed from www.shavenwookie.com