The Alliance

Deena wakes up outside of her cell, and Kale has a proposition for her...

The Coupling


Stabbing sensations of pins and needles in her left arm brought Deena back to consciousness. She instinctively tried to bend it, to stimulate the blood supply, but found the wrist encircled by a stuncuff. Dazed, she tugged once more, slowly wondering why there was only a single restraint.

Wriggling her fingers, she suddenly realized that her once broken digit had been set, presumably by a medic droid, and was wrapped in a slim, flesh-colored bacta splint.

Vague memories came to her of finally passing out in the interrogation chamber; then being roused and released from the metal rack by two faceless naval guards, who moved her limp form onto a hovering stretcher, then threw a coverlet over her naked form as she fell back into oblivion.

The realities of her surroundings become clearer to her as she regained awareness.

While unconscious, she had obviously been bathed and was no longer nude, but clothed in a delicately sheer nightgown, panties, and lain out on a bed on which the headboard had been raised slightly; with two soft pillows attached, in what appeared to be an Imperial officers’ sleeping chamber, the surroundings much more spacious than the shared quarters of a common soldier.

The lights were dimmed, everything taking on a much more pleasant tone, with the hard lines of the dark grey interior reduced to a gentle haze, reminding her strongly of that time with Kale…

It had been just like this, lying on a soft bed for the first time in weeks, after being stripped out of her jumpsuit by an attentive and experienced Imperial officer. What more could a girl want?

Deena shook her head; this couldn’t be real. This must be another one of Kale’s cruel tricks. She remembered the torture, she remembered the pain; this might also be some side effect of the drug she had been forcibly injected with since her mind kept going back to a happier place, probably the only place she had been that felt so good…so right.

Disguised as an Imperial fuel analyst, her mission on Kalist IV had become much easier when Captain Kale Roshuir, the handsome base commander, had expressed an interest in her. She still recalled his gentlemanly manner as he escorted her to the quiet Cartography room where they could research the Thila system.

There was little time for small talk; their eyes and body language took over. She had wanted him, and he had wanted her; and for once, the Rebel cause was of secondary importance.

Political allegiances no longer mattered as Deena willingly decided to give herself to him as he quietly steered her to his quarters. Pangs of guilt over her deceptive talk of Rebels on Thila vanished while they were together in each other’s arms.

In the afterglow of their passion, the fantasy of them being together in the future enveloped her; though it was nothing more than a release, she rationalized; something her mind had created to prevent the reality of their differences from driving her mad.

When her betrayal became evident, Kale’s earlier admiration of her turned to hatred, deservedly so. She would never be welcome in Kale’s embrace again. The time they spent in the torture chamber proved that, once and for all.

A familiar hissing noise was heard. Deena turned her head in the direction of the sound, her heart pounding when she saw Captain Roshuir enter from the ‘fresher, looking perfectly handsome.

He had removed the tank shirt, his smooth, well-muscled chest bared, though Deena noted, not without some disappointment, he still wore his regulation jodhpurs and black boots.

“I was just thinking about you, Kale,” Deena said dreamily, her free hand reaching for him, as if in slow motion.

He smiled slightly, proving it was a dream. Captain Roshuir would never wear such an expression for her now. Still, it was harmless enough, fantasizing about what she could never have.

“I was thinking about you too, Deena.”

Kale took her hand, moving smoothly around the bed, settling in beside her, raising her raised hand to his mouth.

“We’ve been given this opportunity to be together, but only if you can give me something to prove your willingness to atone for your...mistake in joining the Rebellion.”

A fair exchange, she supposed. In her half-drugged state, one hand in the grasp of her dream lover, and the other in the biting embrace of a stuncuff, she thought the symbolism of being pulled between the two was rather fitting.

She leaned further back against the pillows, removing her hand from his to touch his cheek, the rough texture teasing under her hand; there was something pleasurable about the sensation of a man’s stubble beneath her fingers.

Kale’s dark brown eyes burned with desire; Deena closed hers and pouted as he leant forwards to kiss her. She felt as if she was going to faint, so strong were her responses.

Everything fell into a familiar rhythm then, her one arm wrapped around him, the other bent in an uncomfortable, but strangely attractive manner, her bright eyes opening, sparkling as they kissed deeply.

As they kissed, Kale was left wondering if the Skirtapanol was still in her system. He decided he didn’t care; the stimulatory effects of the drug could only be used to his advantage.

Pushing her gown up around her waist, he stroked her thigh, feeling her shudder gently against him, her free hand slipping down; fingers tracing sensuously down his chest, then flittering over his waistband.

“What do I have to do to surrender to you? Anything that can help, Kale, you know I’ll do it.” She purred into his ear, her tongue lashing out to delicately lick it, her heavy breathing adding to his state of arousal.

Deena’s hand moved lower, her palm rubbing against the fabric covering his stiffening rod, fingers fumbling with the trouser fastenings as he kissed her hard on the mouth. Her other hand still struggled against the stuncuff, a few clangs sounded in the background, barely acknowledged by Kale.

“It depends on what you know, Deena,” said Kale, who had already decided the stuncuff would remain, until she had proven herself.

He sank lower, burying his mouth into her sweet-smelling skin as he nuzzled along the curvature of her neck; his hands now toying with the edge of her under wear. His thumb brushed teasingly against the damp fabric between her legs, making her squirm to increase the contact.“I can have your death sentence lifted and take you away from here, far away…but only if you co-operate.”

She moaned, feeling his fingers press deeper, pulling her panties aside, idly tormenting her arousal with one hand whilst the other slid a finger deep inside her warm, wet slit.

“What do you want to know, Kale?” She gasped, her free hand now inside his trousers, fingers grasping his erect member tightly, but not too tightly. “Do you want the location of a weapons supplier? Is that it? I just remembered the name of a planet that has a secret factory…would that be enough?”

Her words were an intoxicant, lulling him into a heightened state of pleasure; was this how it felt to have complete control over another being? Was this the thrill of domination?

“More than enough, Deena, more than you possibly imagine…”

He withdrew his hands, and Deena let out a soft squeal of frustration. Her sex was swollen; aching; waiting for him to finish the job by filling the emptiness within.

Perhaps she wasn’t co-operating enough?

To her relief, Kale’s expression wasn’t angry. It was admiring, like it had been before on Kalist IV. He slipped his hands under her bunched gown, feeling the silky texture of fabric and flesh, slowly sliding across her belly, then breasts as he pulled the flimsy material up over her head, ripping the delicate strap on the left arm side that was restrained by the stuncuff. Next came her panties. A quick tug and tear was all it took before Kale held what was left of her under garment in his fist.

He moved off of the bed in a roll, tossing the torn nightgown and panties to the floor. He stood over Deena; his muscled arms crossed in front of his chest, taking in the sight of her naked curves and taunt, pink-tinged nipples.

Perhaps he had rushed this to begin with, he thought. It was time to savor his victory, every glorious inch of her; and make her wait; no beg for him to continue.

“Kale, don’t…don’t stop. I need this. You need this.”

Roshuir smiled, more smugly than before as he reveled in how their roles were reversed. Now he was the seducer.
Uncrossing his arms, he bent over Deena, his right hand reaching towards her, holding her gaze, before she took his hand, kissing it first in an act of submission, then placing the hand on her left breast.

She held it there as she leaned upwards, meeting him halfway in a suffocating kiss, feeling him lower his full weight onto her, pressing a knee between her legs to part them. She became more excited, tingles of pleasure pooling like liquid fire over her as she felt the slightly coarse material brush against her moist slit.

His hand continued on its own, rubbing gently, then kneading the soft, mounded breast, pinching the hardened nipple. She pressed into him, encouraging him further by returning her hand to his trousers, her fingers ghosting over his erection.

As difficult as it was in his own excited state, Roshuir found the willpower to break away from her touch, rising again, and leaving her breathless, yearning.

“Tell me, Deena, “ he asked firmly, looking down at her tempting form, “what is it you remembered?”

“I…I overheard some talk about a factory and arms depot,” she opined in a voice a bit more husky than usual.

Kale frowned slightly, then backed away from the bed into a nearby chair where he slowly removed his boots.
Deena’s eyes shone with longing and lust, and her hand grasped at the sheets, twisting them ever so enticingly before him.

“Where?” he asked, rising from his seat to unfasten his jodhpurs.

Deena watched as patiently as she could while her mouth opened in anticipation, somewhat distracted as his trousers fell to the floor, leaving only his regulation white shorts, with a tell tale bulge straining the front.

This waiting was worse than the torture of a few hours ago, she thought. Kale had turned around, taking his own sweet time folding his trousers over the chair. Now, he’s arranging his boots! Doesn’t he have a droid for that?
She realized she had better calm down. It wouldn’t do to complain.

Kale’s back was to Deena. He knew damn well she was watching him, wanting him. He wanted her, too, but first…
Deena gazed at Kale’s magnificent backside as he finally removed and stepped out of his last piece of clothing, carefully placing the under shorts next to his folded trousers.

“I need to know, Deena,” he said, finally turning around, his magnificent body in a state of arousal, as he came towards her to the edge of the bed.

“On Deggas II…in the Brak Sector,” Deena gasped, a small proud smile on her face.

Shifting her body, she leaned forward, kissing the head of his erect rod almost chastely, before lying back, waiting for her Imperial lover to make the next move.

Kale had had enough of this game. Satisfied, he had some useful information, it was time for his reward…and hers. He moved on top of her, roughly parting her thighs, entering her with a quick, painful thrust.

Deena moaned, and tightened around him, the pain displaced once he began to move inside, his strokes not too unkind, his fingers returning to toy with her clitoris.

She let out a string of incoherent words, her free hand around his shoulder, nails digging into his flesh, as she had her release, shuddering violently, and then relaxing beneath her still excited lover.

Moments later, Kale’s fevered thrusting was spent, his climax draining him not only of his seed, but his anger and hatred towards Deena. He stayed in her for a few minutes, savoring the warm silkiness of her slit, before removing his spent rod; confident there would be at least one more lengthier lovemaking session in the next hour or so.

Deena sighed, snuggling up against the strong male body beside her. She knew now this was not a dream. No matter what happened next, at least she had been given another chance to be truthful with the one she loved.

Kale held her delicate form in his arms, marveling at how quickly his obsession for revenge had been dispelled; such was its power over him for so long. He kissed the top of Deena’s head, relaxing with her on the soft bed.
He would alert his superiors to this new information, and then proceed with caution. He, too, didn’t know what the future held for either of them.

But for now, they were in each other’s arms. And that was enough.