Sweet Torture

Title: Sweet Torture
Rating: NC-17 for Adult situations, sex and mild torture

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars. I am not making any money off this fic.

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The High Security wing of the Imperial Detention Facility was buried deep within the bowels of the Imperial Palace. It was a location so secure that its existence was known only to the Emperor himself and a handful of his most trusted aides… until now.

Luke Skywalker, Jedi and hero of the rebellion, was now also privy to its location. The man who destroyed the Death Star found himself held captive in a cell that once, during the Jedi Purge, held dozens of doomed Jedi until the time of their executions.

Luke was now similarly imprisoned. He stood in the center of his cell, his wrists tightly bound. His arms were uncomfortably suspended above him and secured by chains to the ceiling. Luke lamented that the last occupant had obviously been taller than he was. His cuffs painfully dug into his wrists forcing the Jedi to stand on his toes to take his weight off the bindings. His legs were also shackled and secured to a large metal loop on the floor. On his head was placed a Force-hindering leather mask. It was the same type of mask that was once worn by the many Jedi who were unfortunate enough to pass through these wretched halls decades ago.

The mask was made of heavy, coarse leather with only two openings for his eyes. Luke wished it had been designed with air holes. Air could enter through the neck of the mask, but it was still difficult to breathe. The smell was awful. It reeked of perspiration--most likely from its last unlucky occupant. The combination of the smell and lack of oxygen was almost suffocating and a horrible claustrophobic feeling began to develop in the pit of his stomach.

He had been restrained in this room for at least a half-hour. As time crawled by he became more and more apprehensive. He started to wonder if his captor had forgotten about him. His legs were beginning to shake from standing on his toes for so long. If he had access to the Force then he would be able to fortify his strength, but the mask somehow prevented him from doing so. All he could do now was wait.

Luke heard the large metal door to his cell creak open. He turned to see a hooded and cloaked figure enter the room. His veiled captor was carrying a small satchel, which he laid down on a small table.

“Hello Jedi.” Luke’s keeper greeted, but it was not a warm salutation. The voice, a woman’s voice, was harsh and cold and dripped with sarcasm. On her tongue the title Jedi was an insult. Luke immediately knew he was captive to a trained Imperial Agent. From the looks of the instruments of torture she was pulling out of her bag and laying on the table, she was a woman who instinctively knew how to get what she desired from her prisoners… one way or another.

“I have been hoping to get my hands on a Rebel Scum such as yourself,” she growled almost seductively. She picked up a vibroblade and casually walked over to her prisoner. Luke started to sweat as he saw the blade nearing his body. He couldn’t help but cringed when the women grabbed his shirt and started to roughly cut his clothes off. Under his mask he blushed fiercely when he realized she intended to divest him of his underwear as well.

Throwing the tattered clothing aside, she stepped back to examine her captive.

“Nice,” she said with a smirk. “Very nice. I must admit that you are a fine example of Jedi masculinity. It’s too bad I can’t see that pretty face of yours, but if I take the mask off you will regain your Force abilities and we just cannot have that happening, now can we?”

She smoothly walked back to the table and set down the vibroblade. She looked at her prisoner for a moment considering her options. She leered wickedly as she picked a candle up off the table and lit it.

“Why don’t we start off easy.” she said with a purr. “It would be a shame to mare that exquisite body of yours… at least not until I’ve had a chance to have a little fun.”

She walked up to Luke and held the lit candle above his chest. Slowly she let the wax drip onto his muscular pecs and perk male nipples. It was not an excruciating pain, but as the wax hit his skin Luke could not help but gasp.

“Leave me alone!” Luke shouted as he struggled against his bindings.

“Oh, you would like that now, wouldn’t you?” she said as she slowly circled her prisoner. “Why don’t you make it easy on yourself and tell me the location of your Rebel base?”

She stopped in front of the Jedi and ran a finger seductively across his chest, down his torso, trailing off just short of his groin.

Luke shuddered, fighting the sensations that were threatening to overwhelm him. He had never been in this position before—bound and naked before a woman. A women who had complete and total authority over him. Luke closed his eyes and tried to regain a small measure of control.

“Never!” Luke gritted his teeth. “You’ll never break me!”

“Oh, I will break you,” the woman assured him, “but before I break your body I think I will enjoy breaking your spirit first. And what better way to do that then by taking away your dignity.”

Luke was not sure what she meant until he saw the woman slowly lean forward and grasp his nipples giving them a painful twist.

Luke yelped at the unexpected pain.

His captor laughed. “What is wrong Jedi? I thought you were trained to withstand pain. Hmmm?”

Luke looked down at the woman. Her face was still partially concealed by her hood.

“What do you want?” he demanded.

“I told you what I want, Jedi. I want the location of the Rebel Base.”

Luke threw his head back and laughed. “Good luck. You can torture me all week but I won’t talk,” Luke boasted.

His captor circled him again, considering his words. “Is that so? Well then, I guess I should try a different method of persuasion.”

With those words the woman came closer to Luke. The Jedi flinched as she leaned her head forward and touched his chest with her tongue. She erotically sucked his nipple and then gently bit it. She then slowly licked a path down his torso.

Luke struggled vainly against his chains, but despite the circumstances, he found his body responding to her warm breath and the seductive caress of her tongue. He groaned when he felt her take his manhood into her mouth. As she slid her tongue down to the base of his shaft he immediately arched his back and moaned loudly.

“Oh Gods!” Luke cried out.

Despite the pain in his wrists and legs, or maybe because of it, Luke found himself falling into an erotic haze of pleasure. Never, ever had he been so aroused. Never had he been this hard in his life and never had he felt such a lascivious feeling of forbidden passion.

His arms and legs were bound but Luke still could move his hips. He started thrusting himself into the woman’s eager mouth--the passion within him quickly approaching orgasm.

“Almost there, almost there,” Luke uttered with an animalistic groan.

Realizing he was about to come the woman quickly withdrew from the Jedi and rose up to look him in his eyes. Her slender hand grasped his manhood, tenderly stroking it.

“Don’t stop,” Luke pleaded to his captor. “Please.”

“First you have to answer my question, Jedi. Where is the Rebel Base?”

Luke groaned as she stroked him softly. He was going mad with desire. He needed her and he needed her now. “Hoth!” he cried. “They’re on Hoth! Now finish me!”

The woman smirked. “Oh, I’ll finish you Jedi.” Luke momentarily feared she meant something more sinister, but she then lowered herself and sucked him down to the base. Her head bobbed up and down, quickening the pace to match Luke’s incessant pleas for more. Suddenly Luke arched his back and gave out a loud groan. The woman grabbed him firmly by the buttocks and sucked him harder as he exploded within her mouth. She waited until his he was completely finished before she pulled away.

She stood up and faced her prisoner. For the first time she removed the hood that had been partially concealing her features. There before Luke stood the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen, her reddish gold hair framing her face like a halo, her brilliant green eyes sparkling with mischief. It was almost like she enjoyed torturing the Jedi.

His captor casually wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and gave Luke a feral grin.

“That was far too easy Jedi.”

Luke sighed and dropped his head in defeat.

She walked over to the table and picked up another item. Luke’s eyes grew wide as he recognizes the article in her hand as a black-market “sex toy”, one outlawed in over twelve star systems!

“Maybe I should try to find out the location of the Rebel fleet now,” she said quietly as she slowly walked up to the imprisoned Jedi. She activated a switch on the variable speed, multifaceted tool.

“Luke!” Came a voice from outside the chamber and near the end of the corridor. “Hey kid, are you down here? You sister is going nuts looking for you. You’re missing your meeting with Borsk Fey’Lya!”

“Sith!” Luke exclaimed. “It’s Han!”

Mara gave Luke a disappointed look. “It looks like we’ll have to finish this little fantasy of yours later”

Mara quickly dropped the toy and went to release her lover from his chains. “I told you, you couldn’t blow off that meeting without your sister sending out a search party,” Mara complained playfully.

Once out of his bindings, Luke rubbed his aching wrists momentarily and then pulled off the stifling gimp mask. “Stang Mara, you just had to cut my clothes off didn’t you?!”

“Don’t worry Farmboy,” Mara said as she removed her cloak. “Here put this on.” She wrapped the robe around Luke and then ran over to the table, throwing everything back into the leather satchel.

“Ready?” Luke asked as he cinched up the robe tightly.

“I’m ready,” Mara said as she exited the cell with Luke and bumping into Han on the way out.

“Han,” Luke said casually. “Mara and I were just inspecting some of the detention cells. You know the Emperor used to torture Jedi Knights in this facility.”

Han gave his brother-in-law a curious look. Luke was trying to put on the Jedi serenity act and Han knew it. What was going on here with Luke and Mara? Why were they down here in the recently discovered detention block?

“Is that right?” Han said suspiciously. “Well, you picked a fine time to go exploring. You’re supposed to meet Fey’Lya now.”

“Aggghh,” Luke groaned, “Torture is preferable to having to sit through a meeting with that overbearing Bothan.”

Mara let out a loud snort and quickly turned away from Han to conceal her laughter.

“I guess we better get going, Mara,” Luke said nervously as he grabbed his wife by the elbow and quickly ushered her down the corridor.

Han shrugged. ‘I will never understand Force-users.’ He thought. He walked into the holding cell to inspect it himself. After a moment he stuck his head out the door and called for Luke. “Hey Luke, come here!”

Luke and Mara were almost to the exit when they heard Han. They hesitantly returned to where the smuggler stood waiting.

“What is it Han?” Luke asked.

Han pulled his hand out from behind his back and passed to Luke his illegal sex toy.

“I think you forgot one of your marital aids,” He said with a wink and a grin.