Episode III: The Dark Ascendance
Chapter 1 Obi-Wan walked alone through the white halls of the Tantive IV. He had to admit, he found this ship’s design very pleasing. Just being on board soothed his mind and helped him find his center. The mission had been difficult, but then Ansion had always been problematic. In the end, it had taken the combined efforts of Senator Bail Organa, Aayla Secura, as well as himself to quell the border dispute.
Obi-Wan entered the bridge, walking up behind Bail as the tall man busied himself with small adjustments to their hyperspace trajectory. He rotated in his seat at Obi-Wan’s approach.
“Have you back to the Temple in less than three hours Master Kenobi.” Bail said cheerfully. In truth, the man looked worn out, the negotiations had taken their toll on everyone over the past week. “I must say, your lightsabers proved very useful in the end.”
“They often do.” Obi-Wan answered, “I’ve found the lightsaber is the only truly effective means of maintaining order in the republic.”
“That doesn’t sound very Jedi-like Master Kenobi.” Bail answered, “Diplomacy simply needs a little help now and then.”
Obi-Wan said nothing. Returning to Coruscant actually held little appeal for the Jedi, he enjoyed being out here in the action. In truth, he had never attained the serenity it took to be considered a Master Jedi. Obi-wan knew the flaws in his character had much to do with Qui-Gon leaving the way he did so long ago. If his former master had died, Obi-Wan felt he could have dealt with it better. But to have his former mentor turn his back on the order….turn his back on Obi-Wan….it had shaken his faith.
Obi-Wan sat in the chair next to Bail and looked at the hyperspace tunnel swirling around the ship. Sometimes he felt like his life had the same chaotic character as hyperspace. He was not a Master Jedi, he had no padawan of his own, and he knew the reason why. He had never truly connected with the force after Qui-Gon left. He had felt thrown aside, like a flawed and failed attempt by his former master. As soon as the boy had come into Qui-Gon’s life it had all been about the prophecy, the vergence, and the balance of the force. Even after all these years, Obi-Wan felt the rejection that had come from Qui-Gon leaving the order to train the youth in secret.
“Master Kenobi?” Bail asked softly, “Are you alright?”
Obi-Wan stood and exhaled sharply. He had come to respect the senator greatly over the course of this mission. The man could fight when he needed to but he tempered his actions with wisdom. Bail was very Jedi-like in his demeanor. It was ironic that he fit the Jedi mold far better than Obi-Wan did.
“I’m fine Senator. Less than three hours you say?”
“Yes.” Bail answered.
Three hours. Obi-wan smiled as he turned from the bridge to leave. Time enough.
Chapter 2 Aayla Secura sat meditating in her quarters on the Tantive IV. The hum of the ship’s main reactor helped her focus herself. It may have been artificial, but Aayla needed anything means she could to find her center. It was being around him again that had her like this. After an entire week with him and she was finding herself aroused almost constantly.
When her door chime sounded, she had sensed his presence already. She knew he would be coming for her--it was inevitable.
“Enter.” She called out.
Obi-Wan stood on the opposite side of the door as it slid open. He stepped into her room slowly, his eyes adjusting to the low light level.
He said nothing as he approached her meditating form. She sat cross legged on the ground, her blue lekku hanging to either side of her perfect body. Obi-Wan closed the distance between them, removing his tunic as he stepped close.
Aayla watched as if in a trance as he loomed over her, tossing his shirt on the floor. She felt herself getting wet at the thought of fucking him. It had been so long since she had felt a man against her blue skin. She thought back to the first time she was with Obi-Wan. It had been years ago in the Jedi Temple. A meditation room had served as the perfect opportunity for the two to enjoy each other’s bodies. It had continued for a while, always in secret. In the end she had called it off. No—there hadn’t been a formal end to it, she had simply distanced herself from the troubled Jedi. Obi-Wan had been an incredible lover and the elicit nature of their fucking had always been a turn-on to the Twi’lek woman. But she knew it was destined to end badly. Obi-Wan had a defiance in him that ran against the Jedi way. She found it exciting for a time, but she recognized that whatever demons tormented the man, she was not the one who could purge them.
Obi-Wan took his pants off and stood in front of her completely naked. He was partially erect, his cock only inches from Aayla’s face. She looked up at him and smiled.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had this thing in my mouth.” She said coyly. “Do you still like it when I give you head?”
Obi-Wan stepped closer, taking his dick with his right hand and rubbing it back and forth across her lips. Aayla opened her mouth to suck him in but he pulled it back gently slapped her cheek with his dick. Aayla smiled up at him questioningly. He ran his dick across her cheek moving it towards her nose. Aayla smiled and quickly moved her mouth to take him in. Again he pulled away from her, lightly slapping his dick on her other cheek.
“Teasing me?” Aayla whispered up to him.
“Asking you.” Obi-Wan said mockingly. “You ended it.”
Aayla reached up, grabbing his bare ass with both hands and bringing his cock directly to her mouth. “I didn’t end anything.” She whispered as she took his cock-head into her mouth.
Obi-Wan spread his legs apart and placed his hands on his hips as Aayla rose up on her knees, keeping his dick between her lips. The blue Jedi began sucking gently on him. She looked him in the eyes as she let his cock slide from her mouth and let his cockhead rest on her outstretched tongue. She began moving her tongue around like a snake, trailing it around the bottom of his shaft. Obi-Wan looked down at the spectacle of the beautiful Jedi woman licking his cock like a slut. It was driving him crazy to see her like this again. It had been so long since they had been together.
“Suck it you slut.” Obi-Wan’s aristocratic accent made the words sound almost comical. Aayla laughed softly as she took his shaft into her mouth completely. She sucked his dick as far as she could without gagging. It had been so long, she had forgotten just how much she loved doing this. Sucking on a man’s dick, being verbally degraded, it turned her on immensely. It had nothing to do with the Code or the Jedi, it was a primal need she had denied for too long.
Obi-Wan reached down and grabbed his lover’s head-tails. Taking them firmly in each hand he used them like handles to force himself deeper into her throat. Aayla looked up at him in alarm, feeling herself losing control of the blow job. Obi-Wan had always been forceful with her—and she loved it. But at the same time, the anger in him often made her slightly afraid of what he could do.
“Take it you blue cocksucking bitch,” he said forcefully, as he began thrusting himself in and out of her mouth deeply. Aayla took her hands off his ass and tried to press them against his hips to prevent how deeply he was fucking into her throat. Obi-Wan ignored her and thrust even harder into his lover’s mouth. Aayla relented, her arms falling to her sides as she allowed his deep throated assault to continue.
Aayla fought her gag reflex and allowed his cock to thrust in and out of her. A part of her loved it when he was like this. Something in her enjoyed being submissive. She had been strong her entire life--strong for others. Here, she could be his. She could allow herself to be dominated without any guilt. Aayla often wondered if something genetically inherent to Twi’lek women simply made them more receptive to sexual submission. Pushing away the thought, she concentrated on bringing her lover to orgasm in her mouth.
Obi-Wan looked down at the top of her head as he continued thrusting in and out of her wet mouth. The entire room was filled with the sounds of her sloppy cocksucking. He had to have her again--he had to make her cum. That was the thrill he needed so badly. To completely possess this blue skinned beauty.
Obi-Wan pulled her off his dick and quickly lifted the small woman to her feet. Aayla was gasping for air from his forceful mouth fuck. Obi-Wan reached down and thrust his hand into her pants, his fingers quickly finding her hairless pussy lips.
“Ohhhhh,” Aayla sighed as his middle finger slid into her wet slit. “Oh, I’ve missed you.”
“I’ll show you what you’ve been missing.” Obi-Wan said arrogantly as he violently ripped her pants down, exposing her perfect blue pussy.
Aayla stepped out of her pants, now naked from the waist down. She needed his dick inside her so badly. She needed to be fucked like a horny slut. As she felt her own wetness begin running down her inner legs, she wondered how she had ever managed to go so long without this.
Obi-Wan sat her on the edge of the cushioned bed. He wasted no time positioning his erect cock in front of her wet pussy lips. As the tip of his dick touched her outer lips he felt the copious amounts of liquid she was seething. It had always amazed him how wet she got. It was clearly abnormal for a woman to have as much pussy juice as Aayla did. And the way she always came—Obi-Wan had never seen anything like it.
Aayla looked down as her pussy lips parted to admit his thick cock. It always drove her wild, to see herself penetrated like this. Obi-Wan slid into her slowly, savoring the moment of penetration as long as he could. Aayla finally wrapped her legs around his ass and pulled him into her completely, her head arching back in ecstasy.
“Aaahhhh” she sighed.
Obi-Wan began thrusting into her pussy. His movements were fast and forceful. Aayla grabbed onto his neck, hanging on for dear life as she whimpered in the midst of the fucking. With his right hand Obi-Wan reached down and pulled her tube top down, exposing a breast which he grabbed. Aayla felt the orgasm starting to build as she was repeatedly thrust into, her breast being massaged as he powerfully fucked into her pussy.
“Cum for me Aayla.” Obi-Wan panted breathlessly, his pace accelerating to a force enhanced blinding speed. “Cum all over me baby.”
“Oh yes!” Aayla answered. “Oh yeah, yeah….uhuh, uhh!” She screamed.
The orgasm hit her like it always did—a wave of pleasure she couldn’t entirely control. On instinct, Aayla reached down and frantically began rubbing her clit as the orgasm erupted from deep inside her. Obi-Wan pulled out to watch the spectacle he knew was coming.
Aayla’s pussy began spurting all over his cock. Aayla screamed as she kept frantically frigging her clitoris. The vaginal fluid erupted in spurts from her pussy, covering Obi-Wan’s entire abdomen and splashing all over Aayla’s legs and the bed and floor.
Obi-Wan stood in awe at the blue pussy squirting obscenely all over the both of them. He had never seen a woman cum like this in life. The first time he’d seen Aayla cum it had been in the meditation room on Coruscant. The next time they’d fucked he’d been sure to bring a towel with him. It simply wouldn’t have done to have some padawan slip and kill himself on Aayla’s copious vaginal fluids.
“Ohhh yes,” Aayla sighed, her body still convulsing in pleasure. “Ohhh yes.”
Obi-Wan stood back to examine the mess she had just made. Aayla’s squirting orgasm had covered both their lower bodies and the floor with fluid. It was so obscene. Who would have imagined that the beautiful, dignified Twi’lek Jedi could make such a mess with her little blue slit.
“I’ve missed seeing you do that.” Obi-Wan said, meeting his lover’s eyes.
Aayla was still panting but was again in control of her body. She met his gaze and reached down, taking his erect cock in her small blue hand, stroking him with her pussy juice acting as a lubricant.
“And I’ve missed seeing this.” She said coyly as she placed her feet on his chest, grabbing his dick with both hands and stroking him quickly.
Obi-Wan took her blue toes into his mouth and began sucking on them. Aayla’s hands both worked frantically to get him off. Obi-Wan closed his eyes as he suddenly came hard, his dick erupting in her small hands. He closed his eyes, with her foot still in his mouth as his hips began jutting back and forth in time with her strokes. Aayla whimpered as his hot seed flooded her hands, covering them much like she had covered him a minute ago.
Obi-Wan let her foot slide from his mouth as he stumbled back and sat on the floor exhausted. Looking up at the disheveled blue woman on the bed above him he realized just how much he needed her. Aayla smiled down at him.
“How long until we get home?” She asked.
“A few hours yet.”
“Good.” She said simply, standing and walking over to him. He arched his head back as she straddled his face. Aayla shivered as her lover’s ragged beard tickled her pouting pussy lips.
“Eat me until we get there.”
Obi-Wan smiled as he slid his tongue up inside her wet slit. It was going to be a long ride home.
Chapter 3 Master Dooku studied the galactic map intently from the Jedi archive library. Gravity’s silhouette remained but there was nothing there to pull the other stars toward that center point--only empty space.
Since his recent vision of Qui-Gon, he had felt a strong surge in what was unmistakably the dark side in his meditations for the past month. It was coming from that point in space, he was sure of it. It had taken much time with Yoda to focus himself enough to pinpoint exactly where in the galaxy the dark energy was coming from. Dooku never ceased to be amazed at his former master. There was always something more to be learned from Yoda. Always some subtly of the force that Yoda could help him explore. And it had led him here. Master Dooku leaned into the holographic map and reached out with his hand to grasp the empty space. There was something wrong with this area. Something terrible had happened there. He was sure of it.
Rotating in his chair he spun to view the sculptured face of his former friend and apprentice Qui-Gon Jinn. One of the Lost Twenty, Qui-Gon’s leaving the Order had affected Dooku profoundly. He had felt a great sense of personal betrayal at his former student’s leaving. And it had reflected badly on Dooku to have his protégé leave the order so abruptly. Yet Dooku was still widely respected as Senior Jedi, second only to Yoda. Qui-Gon’s leaving had been the catalyst that drove Dooku to dedicate himself to the Jedi Order more than ever before, and at a time when his own faith in the Order had been in somewhat of a crisis.
Now he was one of the strongest leaders of the Jedi. He would not allow his failure with Qui-Gon to be his defining moment. Studying the bust of his former friend he spoke aloud for the first time that day.
“What hand have you had in this my old friend?” He focused himself intently on Qui-Gon’s statute. “What has happened to you?”
Dooku searched his feelings for the answer. Gravity’s silhouette remains…..it remains….
Dooku stood suddenly, his face grim. He knew the answer now. He didn’t know if it involved Qui-Gon yet, but he soon would. Dooku pressed the com switch on the library computer, turning off the holographic image of the galaxy.
Yoda’s face appeared on the screen.
“Master Dooku? Found have you what you seek?”
“Yes.” The severe faced Jedi Master answered. “Master Yoda, we have a traitor in our midst.”
Yoda said nothing, his face giving a sour expression as he waited for Dooku to continue.
“The archives have been tampered with.” Dooku explained, “A Jedi has helped to conceal an entire star system.”
“Dangerous and disturbing this is.” Yoda answered.
“Indeed.” Dooku answered. “I feel a great calamity is upon us Master Yoda.”
“I agree.” Yoda answered on the viewscreen. “Prepared we must be, for whatever darkness comes.”
“Master Yoda,” Dooku answered. “I fear it may already be too late.”
Chapter 4 Anakin reached out with the force to his clone army. They surrounded the Jedi Temple like a great beast ready to pounce. He felt them all—they were hungry. The dark side was calling for blood—Jedi blood. Anakin walked into the open from behind the pillar. It had taken so much to get here. A month of careful planning, of secret transports taking his clone army to Coruscant in small groups. Using unregistered transports he had carefully moved his army into position, the entire time keeping them shrouded as best he could from the Jedi. It had been arduous work, transporting thousands of clones, but he knew if the Jedi sensed their presence too soon, it would be a disaster. Somehow, the clones seemed to be somewhat invisible to the Jedi’s ability to detect danger. As if their artificial birth and dark side connection caused them to vibrate at a slightly different frequency than normal life. He was sure the Jedi sensed something was coming—they were not blind. But even now as he felt their presence in the Jedi Temple he could tell they were oblivious to the army arrayed against them.
It was time to strike. Anakin looked at the Jedi temple with disgust. They were weak. Guardians of a Republic who’s time had passed. He was the future. He and his legion of clones would take control of the galaxy once they were destroyed. Qui-Gon had given him all the tools he needed to take on and defeat the entire Jedi Order with one swift stroke. His time was at hand. Soon he would rule the galaxy with his mother at his side. Together they would end slavery, end oppression, and make the galaxy the way they wanted it to be. Any who stood in his way would be crushed through the awesome power of the dark side of the force.
Anakin sent out a telepathic signal to his legionnaires. At once they all came forth from their hiding positions. It was amazing to behold: and entire army controlled through the force, acting with a single will. They wore a black armor identical to the Royal Guards of the Republic. Anakin watched as the streets around the entrance to the Jedi Temple became black with clone upon clone filing into position. There were so many of them here it was hard not to feel the dark power flowing around them--flowing through them.
Anakin raised his lightsaber over his head and ignited it. The blue blade crackled to life as a rallying cry for the attack. Silently the legionnaires ignited their electro-staffs and began moving in on the temple. Anakin began walking forward, leading the clones up the main steps. It would be a slaughter. He knew his victory was at hand.
Chapter 5 “Chancellor Palpatine!” Asajj Ventress called out as she quickly entered his main office. “An attack is underway against the Jedi Temple! An unknown force has--”
“Yes, I know.” Palpatine stated flatly. “It is of no concern.”
“Surely Chancellor, it is a concern. This army threatens the Senate as well.” Ventress implored, “Shall I have your shuttle standing by?”
Palpatine stood from his desk chair to stare directly at Asajj Ventress. She felt the dark power emanating from within her master. His eyes burned with a powerful hatred that Asajj knew to be the raw power of the dark side of the force. She could not help but shudder as her master’s gaze filled her with intense dread.
“You will do as I command, Darth Seether.” He spat at her, his voice changing to the cruel intonation of Darth Sidious, Lord of the Sith.
“Yes….my master.” Ventress stammered, taking a knee in front of the Sith Lord.
Palpatine approached his apprentice silently. She had shown her worth as his minion many times. Her assassination of Mas Amedda had been subtle and swift. Sly Moore had been a different matter. Ventress had tortured and beat the Umbaran woman for days before letting her die. Ventress had been carefully to disguise the murders as the work of disgruntled spice workers but Palpatine knew his apprentice too well. He knew she had killed them both to take her place at his side in administrating the Republic. At first he had considered killing her outright for eliminating his valuable aides, but she had proven a capable administrator in addition to a powerful Sith. Still, Palpatine often wondered if the force was strong enough in the pale woman for her to truly be worthy the title of Darth.
“As I said,” Palpatine continued, “It is of no concern. Everything is proceeding as I have foreseen.
Ventress looked up at her master. From her position on her knees in front of him she could not help but notice she was eye level with her master’s crouch. She had never made any sexual advances towards him before. In truth, the dark master had never shown any interest in sex. Asajj wondered if he was too old. Or perhaps his total dedication to the dark side had somehow eliminated his need for sexual pleasure.
Asajj wasn’t sure if she would be killed outright. But she silently reached out and slid her white hand expertly into her master’s pants, quickly finding his flaccid cock. Ventress did not yet meet her master’s gaze, her heart was beating quickly, hoping she had not crossed the line in a way that would cost her dearly.
Ventress pulled out Palpatine’s cock and began stroking gently. Without meeting his eyes, she asked:
“Master…I am your servant. I serve you in all things as I serve the dark side in all things.”
Asajj pulled repeatedly on her master’s dick, hoping to stimulate him in a way she never had before.
“Let me serve you this way, I beg you.” Her raspy voice began to fill with lust. “Let me serve the cock of the Dark Lord of the Sith.”
Asajj finally dared to look up at the face of the Dark Lord. Palpatine looked down at her disdainfully. He had nothing but contempt on his face as he looked at the Sith woman stoking his cock with expert hands. He made no move yet to stop her.
Somewhat encouraged, Ventress leaned forward and took his cold shriveled dick into her mouth. Her lips and tongue went to work, sucking to make her master hard. She bobbed her head on his cock, noting with rising panic that he was not becoming the slightest bit rigid.
Asajj sucked his flaccid dick frantically, realizing her life may just depend on her ability to stimulate her master right now. Still, his cock remained lifeless in her lips.
Suddenly she felt a pain rip through her body, as she was seized by an invisible force and pulled violently off Palpatine’s cock and thrust into the air. Asajj floated there, pain shooting through her body as her master glowered at her, his hand extended, holding her with the force.
“Your weakness,” he spoke with hatred, “Is your need for carnal pleasure.”
“I’m s-sorry m-master”, her shrill voice cried, “I didn’t know you couldn’t…”
Palpatine yelled out in anger as he threw her body across the room, over his desk and crashing into his chair. Asajj’s body fell ungracefully as the chair toppled over with her.
“You will die if you dare touch me again.” Palpatine stated, his voice returning to the elegant tone of the Supreme Chancellor.
“Now go.” He ordered as Asajj struggled to regain her feet.
“And inform me when young Skywalker approaches my chambers.”
Chapter 6 Yoda spun with the blinding speed of the force as his lightsaber cut down another dark warrior. Two more of the black clad attackers were at once upon him, their electro-staffs glowing with an eerie purple haze. Yoda jumped over their heads, screaming as he sliced down into their black helmets. With two quick strikes, the warriors were dead.
Yoda took a defensive stance next to his old padawan Master Dooku. All around them the dark warriors closed in. It was amazing, the skill and ability these troops displayed. Although Yoda had just killed three of them, the other Jedi were not faring as well. Everywhere Yoda looked, more and more of the black armored troops were engaging the Jedi. They struck at padawans and masters alike. They would attack with a coordination that only a Jedi should have possessed. And all around him, Jedi fell.
Dooku used his expert lightsaber skills to chop off the hand of another attacker. Instantly four more were upon him. Dooku parried the four men simultaneously, in the center of their repeated attacks.
Yoda looked around his beloved temple as the countless black warriors struck repeatedly at his Jedi brethren. Blind he had been to allow such a force to catch the Jedi unaware. Now, there was nothing to do but fight for their lives.
“There are too many!” Dooku called out to Yoda as he struck down one of his four attackers.
“Warned the others must be!” Yoda called out as he spun to counterattack yet another foe. “To the communications relay you must go!”
“I’ll not leave you master.” Dooku answered, his blue saber deftly wielded with its curved handle. “I’ll die at your side my old friend.”
“Hurry!” Yoda cried as five more attackers ascended the staircase towards them, their electro-staffs crackling violently. “Little time have we!”
Dooku struck down another attacker and stepped back from the insanity briefly to survey the main foyer of the Jedi Temple. The temple was filled with a legion of black clad soldiers, the Jedi all falling back into small circles as the overwhelming force struck them down repeatedly. No matter how many the Jedi could slay, there were thousands against them.
“Tens of thousands.” Dooku corrected himself.
Each of the attackers wielded their weapons with the practiced skills and reflexes of the Jedi. Though he and Yoda had struck down many, the other Jedi were losing the battle. The dark side flowed throughout the Jedi temple like a dark wave of hatred as the black warriors pressed their attack with reckless abandon. Dooku turned and ran for the main com room.
Chapter 7 In the center of the chaos, Anakin’s blue saber lashed out with hatred. Anakin struck down a young padawan with ease. Another, younger padawan called out to his fallen friend in horror.
“Zett! No!” the padawan yelled as he ran to his friend’s lifeless body.
As the padawan cradled his friend’s fallen body he looked up at Anakin with tears in his eyes.
“Why!” the boy cried out in anger.
“You are unwise to lower your defenses.” Anakin stated coldly as his lightsaber cut into the boy’s chest, leaving his lifeless body slumped on top of his friend Zett.
“All too easy.” Anakin spat out as he looked at the carnage all around him. The Jedi had been weak. He had lost many of his clones here, but the destruction of the Jedi Order was at hand. In truth, only the small master at the top of the stairs posed a threat. Anakin had anticipated that. Qui-Gon had told him many times of Yoda’s saber skills.
Suddenly a battle cry erupted from the library. A dark skinned bald Jedi Master led a force of four Jedi into the center of Anakin’s clone army. Caught unprepared, at least ten clones were struck down in a matter of seconds. As they died, Anakin felt the mental link he shared with them being ripped violently away. It had been happening throughout the battle—each of his clones that died caused him pain. He had learned to control it to a degree, but found it distracting. It was like small pieces of his body were being cut off each time a clone died. Still, it gave him a tool…if used properly.
The clones were falling back under the relentless assault of the four Jedi Masters. Anakin leapt over the bulk of his forces and somersaulted in the air. As gravity brought him down he adjusted his angle through the force. As he came down he aimed directly with his blade for the elongated pink head of one of the Jedi Masters that had come from the library.
Engaging three of Anakin’s clones at once, the pink skinned Jedi sensed the danger a fraction of a second too late. Anakin’s blade severed the long alien head just above the forehead. For a couple of seconds, the Jedi Master looked shocked at Anakin, not yet realizing he had been killed. The Jedi looked at the ground to stare dumfounded at his own cranium rolling at his feet.
“There,” Anakin spat at the Jedi he recognized from long ago, “I’ve made you head the right size.”
The Jedi’s body slumped to the ground as he died silently.
“Ki-Adi!” the dark skinned Jedi Master called out, his purple blade moving gracefully.
Anakin turned to face the leader of the counterattack. Even in the midst of the chaos around them, Anakin sensed the blade master before him was formidable.
Without a word the two engaged in a violent flurry of blue and purple. Anakin was forced to retreat as the purple blade struck in smooth arcing motions. The Jedi’s form was unique, Anakin tried to pin it down but found it impossible to anticipate. A rising sense of dread grew as Anakin realized that he was perhaps outmatched.
Suddenly a clone brought his electro-staff down on the back of the Jedi Master’s neck. Stunned, the man fell forward, off balance. Anakin stabbed quickly, piercing the Jedi’s waist. The Jedi Master screamed out in agony, falling to the ground.
Anakin spun around to see his clones had overpowered virtually all the remaining Jedi. Only Yoda remained, spinning atop the staircase, striking with blinding speed.
It was time to end this.
Chapter 8 Obi-Wan looked down at Aayla’s face as he thrust his cock into her tight blue pussy. She had her legs up on his shoulders as he violently fucked her with all his weight.
“Ohhh yess!” Aayla called out, her head rolling from side to side as yet another orgasm built within her.
“I’m cuming!” Obi-Wan screamed out as he felt his balls begin contracting, pumping his seed into her juicy cunt.
“Do it! Do it in me!” Aayla screamed as she felt him unloading into her. The feeling of his pulsing member sent her over the edge. Her legs began shaking uncontrollably as they came together. She felt the flood of wetness exploding from within her, covering his dick.
Obi-Wan slumped on top of her naked blue body, crushing her amble breasts between them. She lowered her still shaking legs to wrap them around her Jedi lover as they both panted from their force enhanced fuck session.
Aayla brought her lips to his ear and whispered.
“That was amaz-”
Her sentence was interrupted by a sudden com-link signal from the bridge. Bail Organa’s voice sounded from the speaker.
“Master Secura, Master Kenobi, please report to the bridge, there is an emergency call coming for the Jedi Temple!”
Obi-Wan and Aayla looked at each other in confusion.
“An emergency at the Temple?”
“We’d better get dressed.” Aayla said as she reached over for her clothes.
“We’d better clean up first!” Obi-Wan laughed as he stroked his soaking wet beard and looked at the floor beneath them.
Aayla’s violent wet orgasms had left them both covered in her cum. It was all over the floor, it was all over them both.
“Do all Twi’lek woman squirt like that my dear?” Obi-Wan teased.
“No.” Aayla said, sensually running her palm across her well used pussy. “Just me.”
Chapter 9 Yoda faced Anakin in the center of his black army. Determination hardened the weathered face of the green Jedi.
“So.” Yoda breathed with disdain. “Your doing this was.”
“Indeed.” Anakin said with contempt. “Qui-Gon Jinn trained me well.”
Yoda nodded in understanding and replied, “Much fear, to the dark side led you.”
“Ah yes….fear.” Anakin smiled evilly. “Fear of loss isn’t it?”
Sending out a mental command, the clones instantly obeyed and brought forth seven Jedi. They were beaten, broken, but not yet dead. In perfect unison, the clones pushed the captured Jedi to their knees and ignited their stolen lightsabers.
“Surrender. Or they die.” Anakin commanded.
“Death is a natural part of life.” Yoda said with perfect tranquility.
Anakin sent out his kill command though the force. At once the clones responded, decapitating the Jedi prisoners with swift strokes.
Despite his stoic statement, Yoda clutched his chest as if physically assaulted--the pain of the Jedi passing had wounded the old Jedi master deeply. Anakin had counted on this---at once he struck, throwing his lightsaber directly into Yoda’s small chest.
The old warrior fell to the ground, Anakin’s blue blade piercing him clean through. Anakin walked over to the fallen Jedi Master and placed his boot onto Yoda’s lifeless shoulder. Grabbing his saber hilt, he kicked Yoda’s body away and turned to survey the damage. The bodies of Jedi and clones alike were piled all around him. Yet, there were still so many of his legionnaires left. The Jedi never had a chance against his power.
But there was still one Jedi here. Anakin felt his presence.
Chapter 9 “No.” Master Dooku commanded, his face grim on the holographic display. “You will not approach Coruscant.”
“But master!” Obi-Wan implored.
“Against this darkness, there can be no victory.” Dooku announced, his voice echoing across the com.
“What must we do?” Aayla quietly asked.
“You must form a resistance.” Dooku answered calmly. “You must find the remaining Jedi and train a new generation to combat this dark force.”
“I understand.” Aayla said with determination.
“No!” Obi-Wan shouted “We can help you—we can---“
“Step away from the console old man.” A cruel voice came from behind Dooku.
Dooku stepped back from the com system, the holographic display revealed to Obi-Wan and Aayla what Master Dooku had been describing. The room was filled with armored men. At the head of the group was a young man whose eyes seethed with the dark side. Even the grainy holographic display conveyed the anger inside him.
“You’re going to pay for all the Jedi that you killed today, boy.” Dooku said defiantly.
Obi-Wan and Aayla watched helplessly, as the entire force of men attacked Master Dooku simultaneously. Dooku’s saber skills were amazing, but he was eclipsed from the holo view as the dark force closed in around him. Suddenly the signal went dead. There could be little doubt of the outcome.
“What are they?” Bail Organa shouted from his chair. “What could have overcome the Jedi like this?”
“I know what they are.” Obi-Wan said bleakly, his head down. “I know who they are.”
“Who?” Aayla said incredulously.
“Anakin Skywalker.” Obi-Wan announced. “A boy I met on Tatooine.”
Aayla and Bail waited silently for Obi-Wan to continue. It was clear he was deeply troubled by what he was saying.
“A boy taken by master Qui-Gon Jinn to the planet Kamino.” He continued, “There trained in the force and cloned by the Kaminoans.”
“How do you know this?” Aayla implored him.
“Because I erased Kamino from the Jedi Archives.” Obi-Wan stated dismally. “At Qui-Gon’s request, I hid the entire star system from the Jedi so that he could train the boy in secret.”
Aayla looked at Obi-Wan with shock. No one said anything for a few minutes. Finally Bail broke the silence.
“Why would Qui-Gon do this?”
“He didn’t.” Obi-Wan stated firmly. “I know my former master. He intended Anakin to be the savior of the galaxy. I tried to warn him.”
“Savior!” Bail exclaimed standing from his seat. “He’s destroyed the Jedi! He’ll probably destroy the Senate next!”
“He’s fallen to the dark side of the force.” Obi-Wan answered. “His clones have fallen with him. There are probably millions more being grown on Kamino as we speak.”
“Then there is no one who can stop him.” Bail stated. “The Republic is lost.”
“No.” Aayla said quietly. “It will take time. We will have to work in secrecy. But there will be another who will rise to defeat him.”
Chapter 10 Asajj looked out the window in complete awe. There was smoke rising from the Jedi temple in the distance. The streets around the Senate were complete surrounded by a dark army. What little resistance the republic guards had offered was quickly crushed by the dark power of these strange warriors.
Pressing her communications switch, she signaled the Chancellor’s office.
“He has come, my lord.” Her shrill voice carried the news like impending doom.
“Gooood.” Palpatine replied, cutting the transmission.
Asajj stood from her desk and removed her robes. She wore a tight fitting leather body suit which accentuated her perfect physique. Walking across her office she unhooked from her belt the two lightsabers Lord Sidious had given her. The small, one-handed sabers closely mirrored her master’s design. Asajj had modified their hilts slightly to have veiny textures and mushroom shaped heads. It gave the one handed blades a distinctly phallic appearance. Asajj squeezed the dual blades like two cocks. It comforted her to have them in her hands. The truth was, she was afraid. She had no idea how she would survive this attack. No idea how Lord Sidious could stand against such a force.
She would have to be clever. She would not underestimate her master. Asajj left her office and headed for the Chancellor’s main office.
Her master had best not underestimate her, Asajj thought with a cruel smile.
Chapter 11 Anakin entered the inner sanctum of Chancellor Palpatine’s main office. The unassuming man sat behind his desk patiently.
“Your Republic is at an end.” Anakin said confidently. “You will name me your successor before the Senate.”
“And if I don’t?” Palpatine said playfully. The man was far too calm for Anakin’s liking.
“Then you will die just like your Jedi protectors.” Anakin smiled viciously.
Asajj glided into the room silently to watch the confrontation unfolding. She stood in the shadows, saying nothing.
Palpatine stood from his desk and raised his hands innocently.
“Your clone army serves you well Anakin.” Palpatine said, his voice beginning to shift to that of Lord Sidious. “They will serve me after your death.”
A surge of blue lightening erupted from Lord Sidious’s hands, striking across the room towards Anakin. Caught completely unprepared, Anakin was hit in the chest with the blast, throwing him to the ground. The lightening tore into his body, pain exploding through his nerve endings. At once the electricity ceased.
“Young fool.” Sidious scoffed. “Only now, do you understand.”
Another blast of lightening hit Anakin. He fell to he knees as he tried to ignite his lightsaber. The lightening intensified and he dropped the weapon to the ground. The lightening stopped again.
“It was I who guided Qui-Gon Jinn to Kamino.” Palpatine explained, “Your clones have destroyed the Jedi and now they will serve me.”
“They’ll never join you!” Anakin screamed as another blast of lightening struck his body.
“Your clones serve the dark side Anakin.” Sidious explained as if addressing a petulant child. “And through the dark side, they will serve me.”
“I control them! They ARE me!” Anakin screamed amidst the smoke rising from his own body.
“Ah yes, perhaps you refer to the mental link you share with your clone army.” Sidious laughed evilly. “I assure you, I can control their actions far better than you.”
Anakin screamed in rage and managed to use the force to pull his saber into his hand. As the lightening struck forth, he ignited the blade deflecting some of the painful energy away from him.
Sidious poured forth more of the lightening, holding nothing back from his dark torrent of hate. Anakin felt his strength failing. He had underestimated this man completely. He had expended so much energy against the Jedi, so much he had needed to defeat the swordmaster in the com room. He had come into this office alone, without his clone army, believing himself to be invincible. He had the galaxy in his grasp and now, he would fail at the cusp of his ascendance. It’s not FAIR! Anakin’s mind screamed out as his saber began to waiver in his grip.
He had been a pawn, a tool, used by a dark master. A man he could not hope to overcome in the power of the force had used him. The dark side was still so new to Anakin. Still so many mysteries to uncover. As he felt the electricity ripping at him, tearing him down, he realized the truth: the foe before him was a true master of the dark side. He could not win this fight.
“Now, young Skywalker.” Sidious announced. “You will die.”
A blast of electricity far stronger than before ripped into him. His lightsaber fell from his grip and the full power of the blast tore through him. Anakin screamed and felt his life beginning to fade.
At once the lightening stopped. Anakin struggled to focus on Palpatine. Two red blades extended through his chest. The Dark Lord of the Sith looked dumbfounded at the deadly crimson spikes piercing his chest from behind. The blades were suddenly shut off and Palpatine fell lifelessly onto his desk. Standing behind him was a pale woman in black leather. Her eyes were cruel. Two phallic shaped lightsabers were gripped tightly in her hands.
Silently she walked from behind the desk and approached Anakin. He struggled to his feet, barely able to stand.
The pale woman ignited one of her blades and brought it to Anakin’s neck. She leaned her pitiless face close to his, both their features illuminated by her crimson blade.
“I cannot control your army.” Her voice came in a raspy low tone. “If I kill you they would surely overcome me.”
“You could have let him kill me.” Anakin said questioningly, “You could have ruled at his side.”
“Yes.” Asajj whispered. “But I’d rather rule at yours.”
At once the pale Sith woman deactivated her blade and lowered herself to her knees. Anakin looked down in surprise as her hands deftly pulled his pants down.
Anakin felt his erection spring to life as her warm lips enveloped his cock, sucking him sensually. He looked up at the lifeless body of Palpatine sprawled on his desk, then back to the spectacle of his Sith servant expertly fellating his now full erection.
Asajj smiled up at him with his dick in her mouth. Letting him slowly slide out she spoke.
“I am Asajj Ventress, mistress of the Sith.” She tongued his cockhead playfully. “It takes more than a Sith Lord to tame me….it takes a man.”
Anakin smiled in understanding. He had won. In the end it had been his sex appeal that had given him victory. Not the clones, not even the force….but his cock.
Anakin ran his hand down the bald woman’s head as he guided her mouth upon his rock hard erection. Asajj whimpered in delight at his stiffness, sucking his cock as hard as she could.
Chapter 12 Padmé had heard the news of the coupe on the Holonet. It was unbelievable---the Chancellor dead, the Jedi destroyed.
She starred out the window of her Senatorial apartment looking at the smoke rising from the Jedi temple. The morning sky over Coruscant was a bright red, as if the weather itself had adopted the ominous tone of recent events. The Republic had fallen. Fallen to some unknown force. The Senate was intact, but waited helplessly to be called to order. She had been waiting for days to hear some word of what she should do. She imagined the rest of the Senate was anxiously awaiting any news just as she was. The waiting was driving her mad. She had to do something! She had to act!
A chime at the door signaled a visitor. With a sense of dread, she approached the entrance. Captain Typho intercepted her before she made it.
“No Senator!” he called out. “Let me!”
Padmé nodded, allowing the large man to open the door for her, his blaster drawn and ready.
A black armored figure stood silently at the entrance. He looked like one of the Chancellor’s guards, but his armor was jet black. The ominous figure spoke directly to her.
“The Emperor requests your presence at his inauguration.” He said flatly.
“Emperor?!” Typho said incredulously. “She’s not going anywhere with—“
The dark warrior slashed forth with a green blade, cutting into Captain Typho’s face. The skill of the attacker allowed him to cut Typho’s remaining eye out without killing the man. Padmé screamed in horror as her loyal protector fell to his knees, blind, clutching his face in agony.
The dark figure entered the room, his green lightsaber no doubt a trophy from some fallen Jedi.
“You will come with me, Senator.” The dark figure spoke from behind his helmet.
Padmé felt the dread rising within her as a dark gauntlet took her by the arm and led her away.
Chapter 13 Shmi Skywalker floated about her apartment in the heart of Coruscant. Across the cityscape she saw the Jedi temple in ruins. Anakin was addressing the Galactic Senate at this very moment. Announcing the appointment of his new governors to the far reaches of the galaxy. Indeed he had become powerful. His coupe had toppled the Republic like an unstoppable dark tidal wave.
Shmi looked down at her stomach and felt the life stirring within. She had never told her son of the time the clones had covered her in their seed. Never told him she had been impregnated by an army of his clones all fucking her at once. The power that stirred within her womb frightened and exhilarated Shmi.
She carried him within. The Son of Sons. Someday he would rise up and destroy his father and all his clones. Born in the perversion of a midichlorian fueled lust, this supreme being would bring down Anakin’s new empire and remake it in his image.
Shmi smiled, her Sith eyes flashing with evil as she contemplated the future. The dark side was strong with her family. Her son had it. She had it. And soon, the Sith’ari would be born. Soon the Son of Sons would rule the galaxy.
Chapter 14 “I have a surprise for you.” Ventress announced as she took Anakin’s side at the Chancellor’s Throne.
Pressing a button, the ceiling above them spit open and the chair began ascending into the Senate Chambers. Anakin looked at the Sith woman questioningly as they rose into the vast room.
“I have called a special Senate meeting to commemorate your inauguration.” The Sith woman’s eyes glowed with anticipation. Anakin could not help but like her. Her dedication to the dark side was exceeded only by her perverse desires. In many ways, she complemented him well.
No, Anakin thought. His mother would be his Empress. She would rule at his side. Soon he would call for her to join him here. Together they would rule the galaxy as mother and son. Ventress was….amusing in the mean time.
As the platform reached its zenith, Anakin surveyed the senators Ventress had assembled. There were a number of empty platforms. The senate pods that were occupied had only women upon them.
“I have invited only the attractive senators,” Ventress explained, “and...a few of their more stimulating aides of course.”
Anakin noticed the Twi’lek pod immediately from the brightly colored woman who occupied it. Onto every occupied platform stepped one of Anakin’s clones in almost perfect unison.
“And the male senators?” Anakin asked his new Sith mistress.
“Unnecessary.” The cruel voice answered. “This is a celebration for you alone.”
She was right. His clones deserved a reward. They had paid for their victory with many lives. Those who had proven strong enough to overcome the Jedi should taste of his triumph.
Anakin gave his assent though the force to his assembled legionnaires. The clones all began taking off their helmets and removing their armor on the many platforms of the Senate Chamber. When they were naked, they moved close to the various senators and aides Ventress had called to this meeting.
All around him Anakin felt the panic as the women struggled to escape the clones. Many of the clones activated their platforms, bringing their captive females to hover in the middle of the vast room. There was no place to escape. The small platforms would serve the clones well.
Anakin watched as his cloned selves began undressing the female senators, some had their clothes violently ripped away with the force, others were undressed by hand. At once the sexual advances began on the various platforms. Many of the woman cried out at the attacks, others gasped in shock at what was happening to them. The dark side flowed through the senate chamber as the cloned Anakin Skywalkers began simultaneously fucking the various alien women from a thousand worlds.
Anakin looked next to him to see Ventress slowly fingering herself as she watched the insane spectacle of thousands of Anakin Skywalkers forcing themselves on the woman of the Galactic Senate. The Sith woman had removed her black leather pants to reveal open crotched leather panties, with a built in harness for attaching a dildo. Anakin laughed out loud, meeting Ventress’s gaze.
“You’re amazing.” He said to the white-skinned dominatrix.
Ventress turned and stepped close to Anakin.
“Now,” she announced, “Take your prize. And fuck me to christen the birth your new Empire.”
Anakin removed his clothes. He took Ventress by the hips and hoisted the small woman up onto his main chair. With one swift stroke, he impaled his Sith lover, bringing her thin body down upon his waiting erection.
“Aaaahhh yes!” Ventress screamed as he began fucking up into her white-lipped hairless pussy.
Ventress placed her feet on his chair and began raising and lowering herself onto Anakin’s cock. Grabbing onto his shoulders, she fucked him frantically like an animal possessed by an overwhelming desire to mate. Anakin returned her thrusts by pounding her pussy as hard as he could. Ventress screamed out as she rode him.
“Hail Emperor Anakin Skywalker! His cock is fucking my pussy! His cock is fucking your pussies! He owns you all! He owns your flesh! Submit to his cock! Submit you fucking bitches! Taste the power of the dark side!”
The shrill voice of the Asajj Ventress echoed through the Senate chambers. It was answered by the moans of a thousand women being fucked by Anakin’s clones. On the Chandrila platform, red-headed Senator Mon Mothma braced her hands against the side of the pod as a clone fucked her from behind. She gritted her teeth as she held on tightly, enduring the worst humiliation of her aristocratic life. The clone reached up and tore the antique Chandrilan headpiece from her head, savagely throwing it over the side of the pod to take a handful of her fiery hair in his grip. Senator Mothma’s gaze followed her family heirloom as it fell, clanging down next to Sheltay Retrac on the Alderaan platform, hovering slightly below her. As Mothma suffered the large dick being forced into her pussy repeatedly, she looked down to Bail’s aide and realized it could be worse. Sheltay was being double-fucked by two of the clones at the same time, her small body being pummeled between them. The beautiful brunette was panting with exertion and letting out small gasps as the clone lying on the floor fucked up into her pussy while the one behind her slid in and out of her ass. Sheltay let out what was unmistakably a groan of pleasure as they thoroughly fucked her, when she suddenly looked up, her eyes locking with Mon Mothma’s. Humiliation flooded across Sheltay’s face as she recognized that the senator she had always so admired had seen her actually enjoying the sensation of the double penetration she was receiving. As the clone fucking Mon reached his hand around and massaged her clit while he continued drilling into her pussy from behind, Mon realized she could hardly blame the young girl as she tried to fight down the pleasurable sensations building within her own body.
As the two women starred at each other while enduring being fucked in their former political arena, Mon felt a tear streaming down her face. She cried both for the young girl across from her and for her beloved Republic as she watched them being completely defiled. Silently she vowed to return to her home planet when this ordeal was over. As the clone’s hand continued to stimulate Mon’s sensitive clit, she gritted her teeth harder, trying to fight down the orgasm building within her. As Mon’s pussy began spasming around the invading cock and her body began to tremble uncontrollably, she quietly vowed never again to venture out into a galaxy that had become so twisted and evil.
In the center of the madness, Anakin continued getting to know the pale woman who had orchestrated this sexual insanity.
“Ride it you bitch!” Anakin yelled as he slammed into Asajj violently. “Ride my dick you crazy Sith bitch!”
“Anakin please don’t do this!” A young woman’s voice carried to Anakin’s ears. “Please Anakin! Don’t!”
Anakin had heard his name clearly in the midst of a thousand cries of pleasure and pain as his clones forcefully took the women on the platforms.
Anakin lifted Ventress and stood up to find the source of the cries.
“Anakin please!” the voice came again….so familiar.
Anakin pressed a button on his control console, bringing the pod representing Naboo floating close to his central position. Then he saw her---it couldn’t be!
“Padmé!” Anakin called out in shock. A clone was holding her arms behind her. She was completely naked, her perfect body struggling against the clone to break free. It seemed clear she was not giving the legionnaire an easy time of his sexual advances.
“Who is this?” Ventress asked, pressing a button which brought the floating pod directly up to the throne.
“Release her NOW!” Anakin demanded of his clone. The clone obeyed instantly, letting the naked Nabooan woman free. She crossed the floating platform and ran to Anakin. Anakin took her naked shoulders in his hands and starred into her face.
“Oh Ani, please don’t do this!” The beautiful senator implored, her naked body shivering as she tried to cover her breasts, “Please let these women go! You’re a good person! I still remember the sweet boy from Tatooine!”
Anakin felt guilt wash over him. Was she right? Had he gone too far? This galactic gang rape had been Ventress’s idea, but he had made no move to stop her. And now here was Padmé. The beautiful girl who had haunted his dreams for much of his life. About to be raped at his command. About to be defiled by his own cloned self.
“Padmé…I….didn’t know you were here…..I…would never have…” Anakin felt the dark side waiver in him-his doubts beginning to surface for the first time. He never meant to hurt her. Never meant to--
Ventress felt the hesitation in her new master. She sensed the crisis that was at hand. Everything could be undone by the ghost from Anakin’s past. She considered killing Padmé outright, but something different was called for here.
“Behold” Ventress announced, pressing a button. The Twi’lek delegation platform hovered in closely, in response. Three Twi’lek women, one orange, one red, and one green were frantically fucking and sucking on the clone Anakin. The clone was on his back, an orange pussy ground into his face, the green one riding his cock while the red woman sucked lovingly on his balls.
“Not all here are so unwilling to partake of the Emperor’s cock.” Ventress continued. “You too will come to know this pleasure.” The pale woman announced, holding Anakin’s erect dick in her hand like a prize.
Tears streamed down Padmé’s face as she looked at the sexual spectacle taking place on the platform. She looked back desperately looked into Anakin’s eyes.
Anakin turned to look at the writhing bodies on the Twi’lek platform. His cock stirred at the colorful orgy. As the Twi’lek riding the clone’s face screamed out in orgasm Anakin made his choice. This was his destiny. To fuck the most beautiful women in the galaxy. To dominate women and dominate every star system.
“Be with me Padmé.” Anakin implored the naked woman. “Join me.” Anakin had thought it all over in a matter of seconds. He had lusted after Padmé even as a boy. He had missed his chance to spend any time with her after the death of Jabba. Qui-Gon had been injured and had insisted on their leaving immediately. Anakin had always wondered if he had only seen a bit more of her, if something more could have developed. Some stronger connection between them. As it was, she was still as beautiful as ever. More so now that she had matured. But it was too late for him to come back from the dark side. His destiny was now dominated by that power. But she could stand at his side---be his.
Anakin again reached out to Padmé, stroking her arms lovingly. She recoiled at his touch. “Be with me, Padmé.”
Padmé’s face became hardened. She saw there was no redeeming him.
“You---You killed all the Jedi.” She said.
At once she spat into Anakin’s face. The anger and hatred of the dark side came flooding back into him. Filling him with a fiery warmth, like an old friend.
Ventress seized Padmé with the force. She lifted the young woman into the air with her dark powers. Ventress opened her hand, and Padmé’s arms and legs were flung open to the sides.
“You could have joined me, Padmé.” Anakin spoke as he approached the perfect body of the Nabooan woman. “Now….you’ll feel the power of the dark side.”
Anakin grabbed her thin arms and lowered Padmé onto his waiting erection. He forced his way into her brutally, not waiting for her pussy to lubricate itself fully.
“Oh please NO!” Padmé screamed, throwing her head back at the sudden intrusion. Ventress released her force hold on Padmé, allowing her to be completely impaled by Anakin’s dick.
Anakin began fucking Padmé, holding her in mid-air with ease as he savagely took the beautiful senator.
Ventress watched with delight the erotic coupling in front of her. Reaching down, she pulled her lightsaber and ignited it. Anakin looked over in the midst of his fucking to see what the Sith woman had in mind.
Ventress deactivated her saber and walked up to Padmé. Anakin still tossed her up and down on his cock. The young senator cried out as the standing fuck continued. Ventress extended her deactivated saber hilt to Padmé’s mouth. Padmé’s eyes widened as she noticed the hilt was shaped like a large black cock. Ventress traced the bulbous head of her weapon across Padmé’s mouth, the heat of the recently ignited blade warming her lips.
Padmé’s eyes widened in shock as Ventress lowered the saber to her own pelvis. Anakin watched silently as Ventress attached the hilt to the strap-on mount at the front of her pussy mound.
The perverted Sith woman slid behind Padmé and silently began licking Padmé’s ass crack. Her saliva dripped down across the small pink hole, wetting it thoroughly. Standing up, Ventress placed the saber-dildo at the puckered entrance to Padmé’s ass. Anakin stopped his thrusts and held Padmé still. Frantically, Padmé looked over her shoulder at Asajj Ventress as she felt the large, warm head of the saber begin entering her ass.
“You fucking Sith bitch!” Padmé screamed. “Stop it! Don’t!”
Ventress laughed cruelly as she continued her penetration. Padmé screamed in agony as the saber entered her ass further. Anakin watched in awe, holding Padmé in mid-air, impaled on his dick as his Sith mistress invaded her ass from behind. Anakin had never dreamed of such sexual perversion. It turned him on beyond anything he had ever felt. The fact that it was Padmé in his arms only heightened the sheer insanity of the situation.
All around him various women were crying out as the clones fucked them to orgasm. Anakin looked to his left to see the various naked bodies on the countless platforms struggling and thrusting against each other. Anakin began gently thrusting into Padmé again as Asajj thrust into her ass from behind.
“First time you’ve been double penetrated you little Nabooan whore?” Asajj whispered into Padmé’s ear. “You’ll learn to love it.”
Padmé tried to get her ragged breathing under control, tried to control what she was feeling. Her body felt full. More full than she’d ever dreamed possible. The stimulation in front and behind her was just too much. The pain of Ventress’s entrance had diminished. Now it was just intense pressure, pressing her forward onto Anakin’s cock. His cock pressed her back into the saber in her ass. It was too much….to much.
Anakin and Ventress found a steady, gentle pace. This was no longer about pain, it was about making Padmé cum. Making her submit to the both of them. Padmé fought against it, fought against the rising feeling inside of her. But it was too much. Too much to handle.
Anakin felt her pussy contract and spasm around his dick. Padmé screamed not in pain but for the first time in pleasure. She was cuming hard. Ventress laughed cruelly behind her.
“Cum you little cunt!” Ventress whispered into her hear “Cum all over him.”
Anakin’s balls contracted. He emptied himself into Padmé’s pussy over and over again. So much cum flowed out of him, it began leaking onto the platform floor.
Ventress again whispered into Padmé’s ear. “Shall I ignite my lightsaber inside you? Shall I impale your ass like no man ever could? You’d like that wouldn’t you, you fucking Nabooan whore. You’d like me to fuck you to death.” Padmé screamed out in terror. Ventress’s hand began sliding down toward her saber activation switch.
“Enough!” Anakin yelled, stepping back and letting Padmé slide onto the ground. The saber slid from her abused ass. Ventress looked up at her master with disappointment.
“Shall we not kill her, my master?” The Sith woman hissed.
“No.” Anakin answered. “Let her go.”
“Take her away.” He called to his clone who had patiently been watching the fuck session, his cock in his hand, masturbating.
The clone took Padmé’s near unconscious body to the floating platform and disengaged from the throne chair. Anakin watched Padmé float away. He felt nothing for her anymore. Whatever shred of Anakin had been stirred within him was dead forever. He was Emperor Skywalker now.
He turned to face Asajj Ventress. She was obscenely sucking on the saber she had just used to fuck Padmé’s ass. She traced her tongue around the veins of the hilt, savoring the taste. Slowly, she slid the saber from her mouth and offered it to her Emperor.
“Would you like a taste of Nabooan ass?” she said sleazily.
Anakin grabbed Ventress and spun her around violently. Forcing her over the side of his throne, he kicked her legs open and through the force stimulated his cock to full erection again. With a sudden lunge he penetrated her pussy from behind, fucking her in the center of the Galactic Senate.
Ventress screamed out in pleasure as his repeated thrusts stimulated her pussy. All around them were the writhing bodies of the clones and the various women they fucked. All around them the dark side flowed as the screams of orgasm after orgasm filled the room.
Ventress felt her pussy clamp down as she came. Her master’s cock was a perfect fit for her. She screamed and thrashed her head back and forth like an insane woman as the waves of pleasure overtook her. Anakin looked down with satisfaction as he gave the Sith bitch a shuddering flood of satisfaction.
It was good to be the Emperor.
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Padmé threw her head from side to side in pain. The birth was agonizing. She cried out as another contraction hit her. Looking to her left she saw the face of Aayla Secura comforting her. Aayla held her hand tightly as Padmé cried out again, her screams echoing along the white walls of the Tantive IV.
Across the galaxy in a Coruscant medical chamber, Shmi Skywalker screamed in pain. There was something wrong with the birth. The baby wasn’t just being born, it was feeding on her. Somehow, through the force, her son was sucking the life right out of her to feed his own dark life force. In horror, Shmi released the truth: The Son of Sons was killing her to bring himself to life.
Padmé screamed one final time as the baby came forth. The droids dutifully cleaned the child and presented it to Padmé. Seeing her baby’s face, Padmé was reminded of the rape that had conceived his little one. Padmé resolved not to hold the tragic circumstances of the conception against her little miracle.
"Leia.” She said softly. She stroked the small head of her daughter. “I’m here Leia, and I’m not leaving you.”
Shmi felt her heart beat slowing. Felt the life draining away. Her body convulsed in agony. As blackness overtook her she heard the first cries of her newborn son. It was the last sound she heard as she passed into darkness.
Emperor Skywalker ran into the room in a panic. He was late, he had missed it! Missed the birth of his son! At once his disappointment gave way to horror as he saw his mother’s lifeless body lying on the table. The baby cradled in the arms of the medical droid.
“What’s happened!?!” he screamed in a panic.
“For reasons we can’t explain, we’ve lost her.” The medical droid announced with the monotone of a droid describing the weather.
“NOOOOooooooooo!” Emperor Skywalker screamed as he lashed out insanely with the force at the droid. It crumpled beneath his attack, like a tin can crushed in the hand. In his anger, he forgot the infant in the droid’s grasp. The baby fell to the ground. But before hitting the floor it suddenly hovered there, suspended by the force. Anakin looked in shock at the floating infant as it gently lowered itself to a sitting position on the floor. Somehow it had caught itself before the impact. Somehow it had been powerful enough to….
The infant looked directly into Anakin’s eyes. It no longer cried, it simply appraised him. It was uncanny, the intelligence Anakin sensed was there. As the baby continued looking at him with its cold eyes, for the first time, Anakin knew what fear truly was.
“Luke.” He announced, his voice shaking. “Your name is Luke.”
The child smiled at him. It understood.
Quotes from George Lucas's movie Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith (2005)
