The Left-Hand Path

Part 5, Homecoming

Acaciah came to in Vader’s bed, his lithe form curled beside her. He was stroking the bare skin along her shoulders; he looked at her and smiled. “Welcome home,” he said. “I have a gift for you.” He produced a golden ring and slid it onto her finger. “You are ready to join me as my wife now.”

She was speechless, and Vader captured her mouth with his. Acaciah gave a tiny moan. Vader cupped her bottom, drawing their bodies together. He began to nip at her neck and moved downward, leaving tiny marks on her skin. *Mine* he purred into her mind as he kissed her. *Mine* he teased her breasts, leaving tiny bruises above her nipples. *Mine* his tongue reached the curve of her belly. *Mine, only mine* his lips sought the bud inside the red curls of her mound. He lapped at it, drawing a shudder of pleasure from her. Vader dug his fingers into the flesh above her heart. “Avaina hallah Sithas, avaina hallah Vader.” Acaciah gasped; her skin burned and red marks rose in a brand on her flesh. “You are Sith now, Acaciah, and I give you my name. You are Lady Vader now.” He covered her with his body, sliding between her thighs. *Mine* he repeated, rubbing his mark on her.

Acaciah wrapped her legs around him. “Fuck me you evil bastard!”

Vader gave a low growl of pleasure as he slid into her. “You’ll thank me for this, Acaciah.” He pinched her nipple painfully. She moaned and scratched at him as he pumped her. *Mine* he pathed. “Say it, I want to hear you say it! Tell me you love me!”

Acaciah twisted beneath him. “Oh, I love you, my lord. I am yours. I love you, but I fucking hate you too!”

Vader grabbed her hair and ground himself into her; he gave her a triumphant grin. “Love me, hate me; you are mine, Acaciah.” He began stroking her faster, and Acaciah began to writhe beneath him. Vader waited until she was nearing her climax and stopped his thrusts. He gave her a waiting look.

“Don’t stop, Master, please,” she panted. Vader continued to wait. “I am yours,” she admitted. Vader smiled slowly, his eyes glittering cold. “Vatsama, Acaciah. I want inside.”

Acaciah shuddered slightly, but submitted. There was no fighting him anymore. There was nothing in her world but him now; he’d seen to that. Vader pumped her furiously, working himself into her body and soul. She loved him, she craved his touch; evil thing that she was now. She despised herself for it; even as the ecstasy of his touch overwhelmed her senses. Vader made her cum again and again until she could think of nothing but the colliding of their bodies and the dark energy swirling inside them. “Yes, Acaciah!” he groaned, nearing his breaking point. She tightened herself around his shaft, wanting Vader to yield to her as she had him. Acaciah scratched at him in pleasure; she wanted to mark him as he had her. “Yes,” he breathed, sensing her need. “My Acaciah!” he shuddered inside her and covered her with his body. The dull pain inside Acaciah was quelled for the moment, and she gazed at Vader, who relaxed against her. He was serene, confident in his possession of her. She pulled his hair from its binding at his neck and twined her fingers in it.

Vader was indeed contented. Events were unfolding very much to his satisfaction. “Mi priana,” he sighed. “The things I’m going to teach you! You will learn what you need and what you desire, my love, I promise you.”

Acaciah nodded. She felt her eyelids getting heavy suddenly. ‘Anakin,’ she pathed to him. ‘Why are you putting me out?’

‘Rest love,’ he replied, and Acaciah could not help but comply. He shielded her mind and they slept.

***

Acaciah began training furiously with Vader; he seemed to be pushing her toward some unspoken goal. Vader came and went on different missions; one day while he was out she received a transmission from Coruscant. The woman’s face looked familiar, but Acaciah didn’t place her instantly. The woman had long brown tresses and deep doe brown eyes. “It has been a long time, Acaciah Sakarté. I haven’t seen you since you were a girl.”

“Do I know you?” Acaciah asked. “I do, don’t I? You’re a Senator.”

“Padmé Amidala, of Naboo,” she replied, looking relieved. “Lord Vader wouldn’t let me see you in the flesh. He finally relented and agreed to this transmission. I wanted to pay my respects; I heard about your father’s untimely passing.”

Acaciah’s eyes darkened. “Thank you, Senator,” she said, an edge in her voice.

“I have a question of you, Acaciah Sakarté. You were with my fiancé, Bail Organa, when Lord Vader detained him. Do you know what happened to him?”

“No!” Acaciah’s eyes widened. ‘I cannot speak of it here,’ she pathed to Padmé. ‘This is not the time and place; Lord Vader will be back soon. I will arrange to meet with you to discuss the matter in private.’

Padmé nodded her assent. Aloud she said, “You have nothing? I am disappointed, Sakarte’.

“I am sorry, Senator. I am not privy to such matters.”

The transmission ended, leaving Acaciah to consider how to handle her next step. Vader would certainly know of Amidala’s request, and was probably using it as a test of her loyalty to him.

**

When Vader returned to the Executor, he never told Acaciah of his work for the Emperor. He wanted her mind clear where Palpatine could not sense her thoughts or her growing power. Today will be no different, she thought. Saramai ran a bath for Acaciah, and she slipped into it to relax. Acaciah had closed her eyes only a moment when she felt a rippling in the water. Vader grinned at her, his hand over the bathwater. He leaned forward to give her a ferocious kiss. He stripped and slipped into the bath as well, continuing his kisses over her face, her neck and her breasts. Acaciah wrapped her legs around his waist. “Miss me?” he asked playfully.

“I always miss you,” she replied, truthfully.

“Any visitors?” he asked, continuing his ministrations on her.

“No,” Acaciah replied. “I had an interesting transmission, though. Did you know Bail Organa was engaged to Padmé Amidala?”

Vader’s lip curled. “She wanted to speak with you about him?”

“Yes, I told her I didn’t know what happened to him. I also told her I’d speak with her about it later.”

“Bail’s in the brig. Does she want to join him there?” Vader laughed. “That’s where she’ll go if she keeps irritating me.”

“We could jettison them with the kitchen wastes if they bother you, love,” Acaciah suggested.

“I don’t think that’s democratic,” Vader mocked.

“Let’s vote on it, then,” Acaciah replied. “That should please them.”

Vader laughed. “It would be good to be rid of them, though,” he mused. “Arrange to meet with Amidala. Tell her you will have your handmaiden pick her up and bring her here while I’m away.”

“You’re not leaving again?”

“No,” Vader smirked. “I want you to interrogate her. I’ll supervise.” He rubbed at Acaciah’s sensitive nub, wicked ideas swirling in his head. Interrogating the Senator was going to be a pleasure for them both, he decided…

**

The arrangements were made and Padmée toe to the Executor, eager to hear of her love’s fate. Saramai led her into a private room. It was spacious, but spare, and had a large bed and a small table and chairs. There was a door in the corner that Padmé imagined opened onto a closet. Saramai offered Padmé tea and cakes while she waited for Acaciah to enter. She took them, grateful for something to do while she waited. What was taking Acaciah so long? She wondered to herself. Padmé leaned back, suddenly feeling a bit lethargic.

At last, Acaciah entered, wearing simple red and black tunics. She sat beside Padmé. “How are you feeling?” she asked.

Padmé smiled, rubbing her temples. “A bit tired, actually. It must be the space travel. It never has agreed with me.”

“There is a bed here,” Acaciah suggested. “Why don’t you lie down on it?” She put the weight of the Force into her suggestion.

Padmé nodded. “Yes, thank you, that sounds like a good idea.”

Acaciah helped her to the bed. Once she was comfortable Acaciah began sending her soothing thoughts; Padmé quickly fell asleep. Acaciah removed Padmé’s clothing, remembering how vulnerable she felt when Vader made her stay in his quarters naked. She withdrew a pair of handcuffs from the bedside table drawer and snapped Padmé’s wrists and ankles to the bed, restraining her. She snapped her fingers, and Padmé startled awake, screaming. Acaciah sat on the edge of the bed, smirking at her; at length, Padmé finally stopped.

“You people are sick!” Amidala sounded disgusted. Acaciah smiled icily and rose from the bed. She drew out a cat o’nine tails; Padmé’s eyes widened and she started screaming again.

“We’re going to discuss your role in the resistance,” Acaciah stated.

“Go to hell, Sakarté!” Padmé snapped.

Acaciah flayed Padme’s thighs with the cat. “That’s not what I wanted to hear.” Tears stung Padmé’s eyes. “Shall we try again?” Acaciah continued.

“Is this what Vader did to you, Acaciah? You’ve gone from a Jedi to this?”

“Lord Vader has enlightened me. This is but one of many th he’ he’s taught me,” Acaciah purred, her voice like silk. “Cooperate, Padmé, and we’ll let you see Bail.”

“He’s alive?” Padmé looked hopeful. “Let me see him first.”

“I don’t think so,” Acaciah replied.

“I won’t talk until I do!” Padmé declared.

“You’re not in a position to negotiate, Padmé,” an amused Vader replied. His black cloak billowed behind him as he entered the room. “This time you don’t have me to bail you ass out, either.”

“Fuck you, Vader!” Padmé snapped.

“Fuck me?” Vader echoed. “After Bail? I don’t think so!” He and Acaciah laughed. He looked Padmé over, and a wicked smile crossed his lips. “My love,” he said. “I think she does need to get laid. Why don’t you fuck her? I’d like to watch that.”

Acaciah eased out of her clothes and slipped between Padmé’s thighs. “I am not willing—” Acaciah silenced Padmé’s sermon with a ripple of Force energy that send pleasure coursing through her; she squirmed against her bonds. Acaciah teased her gently, sending calming thoughts as she caressed Padmé’s pleasure points. She nipped at her breasts, and Padmé moaned softly. Acaciah drew lower, and Vader licked his lips in delight. He stripped as Acaciah gently lapped at Padmé’s delta, drawing her bud out of its dark curls. Padmé’s eyes fluttered open, and she groaned at the sight of Vader’s impressive member; he grinned wickedly at her.

“My love,” he said, pulling Acaciah back toward him. “She wants more than a tongue.” He reached into the drawer and pulled out a thick strap-on dildo and harness. “You use this on Bail, don’t you?” he mocked Padmé as he snapped the harness around Acaciah. “I believe I found it amongst his personal affects.” Vader pressed a button, and it came to life with a loud hum. “Fuck her with it,” he said, smacking Acaciah’s bottom. “Don’t let her cum till she talks.”

Acaciah slid back between Padmé’s thighs, and sank into her wet sheath. Padmé gasped as she stretched to accommodate its girth. She began to thrust slowly, teasing Padmé’s aching pussy; Acaciah felt herself getting wet from its vibrations against her clit. Vader watched them, pleased. He could sense Acaciah’s growing need, and he slipped behind her and nudged her thighs apart. She paused. “Follow me, love,” he said, and thrust into her. Vader grasped her hips and began to pump her; Acaciah groaned in delight and pushed into Padmé harder.

Padmé moaned; the thick shaft inside her felt wonderful and she began to shudder in pleasure. Vader pulled Acaciah back, out of Padmé, continuing his strokes. Acaciah began to tighten around him, her pleasure evident.

The couple continued to fuck in front of Padmé, Vader giving her a little Force fuck to continue her frustration. “I can’t!” Padmé cried. “I can’t!”

Vader pumped Acaciah into one orgasm, and another, teasing Padmé with their pleasure, and then he pushed Acaciah forward back into her. His hips ground into Acaciah’s, who ground into Padmé, who was helplessly drawn into their pleasure. Padmé’s hips started to buck against Acaciah, and Vader pulled her back away again. “No!” now Padmé begged. “Please!”

“Tell us where the Resistance is,” he stated, still pumping Acaciah.

“Dantooine! They’re on Dantooine!” Padmé cried. They pushed together back into her quivering mound. Vader pumped Acaciah wildly, enjoying his victory. His thrusts pushed Acaciah deeper and deeper into Padmé, who finally succumbed in ecstasy. Vader roared his climax and yanked Acaciah back, pulling her into his lap. They both grinned at Amidala, who finally relaxed into her bonds, spent.

“You must really love Bail to endure that for him,” Acaciah remarked.

“Indeed,” Vader agreed. “Too bad he’s not around to appreciate it.”

Amidala struggled up. “What?!”

“He’s not here,” Vader informed her. “You can meditate on that, and the error of your ways in the brig.”

“Thanks for the fuck, though. It was delicious,” Acaciah interjected.