616

TITLE: 616
AUTHOR: Schmootika
SUMMARY: A club patron gets more than she bargained for.
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything in the Star Wars universe, nor do I make any money from this or any of my stories. If I did own it, I would have a naked Sith Lord in my bed and would not be writing this story.


Shana walked into the club, just as she did every Saturday night. Even though she was only 20, the guard nodded at her and let her walk past. She knew not only the owner but also the co-owner as well as several of the bartenders and other workers. You could say she was connected at this club.

It was the premiere club in the city. The address: 616 Marshall. The club had three sections as well as a basement for the more…extreme members. The first section was for the hard-core metal heads. Acts such as Tesla, Guns N Roses and the like premiered there. The beside the concert room was a dance and goth area that drew the tortured artist types. The third section was a pool room, more quiet and cozy than the rest of the club, complete with several aquariums, most of them salt water tanks, but one huge one that housed a live alligator.

The private level was down stairs from the goth/dance room. Most of the folks called it the “dungeon” and that was an extremely apt description. It was dimly lit and had a bar across one side of the room. An arch separated the party area from the more extreme area. And the back room was indeed different from the rest. Chains and manacles hung from the walls, whips and paddles were strewn about, and masks, blindfolds, and other devices of torture were at the ready there for the exotic pleasures of the patrons.

Plopping down at the bar in the metal room, Shana greeted Rhami the bartender and ordered up her usual, whiskey straight up with a Coke on the side. As she sat and sipped, a friend, completely dressed in black, ran up to her.

“Damnit girl I have been looking all over for you!” Steph said, breathless from running all over the club.

“I just got here. What’s up?” Shana replied as she downed the whiskey and waved Rhami over for another.

Placing her hand on Shana’s arm, she tugged on her. “You’ve got to see what we caught for tonight. You ain’t gonna believe this one.”

Shana exhaled deeply and rolled her eyes. Most of the time her friend did not have the same ideas or likes in men that she did, but tonight she was willing to indulge her for a while. “Alright, let’s see what you tied up.”


Weaving their way through the crowded dance floor and the cages of writhing Goths, they made it to the stairs at the back and slowly descended. The bouncer looked at them with a big smile on his face. “Decided to enjoy the darker pleasures tonight Shana?”

Looking up at him, Shana smirked, “We will see.”

Steph stood by the archway doing her best Vanna White impersonation. “And now I give you the fun for this evening.” She flourished her hand dramatically.

Shana shook her head and walked into the back room where her breath caught in her throat as she saw a tall young man strapped to the wall. He was a gorgeous creature even though he had short-cropped hair, not the look she usually thought appealing. What caught her attention the most was his tortured blue eyes and his full red lips. Turning to face her friend, her eyes wide in delight, Shana asked. “And what do we get to do to this man?”

Steph bounced up and down with excitement. “I wanna rip his clothes off and fuck him until I pass out, but the master will not hear of it.”

Raising her eyebrows, Shana downed her whiskey and looked at her friend. “Master? Whose master?”

A low deep voice rumbled from the shadows. “His, of course.”

Shana spun around to look at the man stepping from the shadows. Slightly shorter than her, his beard not hiding the wide smile on his face and his devilish twinkle shining in his aquamarine eyes, he wore clothes similar to the younger man strapped to the wall. These two were definitely not from around here. Their clothes were strange at best: tall boots, tight pants, long tunics with leather tabards over them.

Sitting down at a table, Shana lit up a smoke and waved the older man over. “Someone needs to tell me what the fuck is going on.”

“Let us then start with names, my lady. I am Obi-Wan and that,” he pointed over to the young man writhing against the wall, “is my Padawan Anakin.”

It was not often that she saw such a fine specimen of man, let alone two. Her mind started to race with ideas, whips and chains and writhing bodies. Shana shifted in her seat and crossed her legs. Obi-wan smirked at her as if he knew why she was suddenly so uncomfortable.

“Nice to meet ya, ‘Obi-wan’. I’m Shana and you still have not told me what is going on.” She snuffed out her smoke and leaned over the table, her head propped up on her hands.

Intrigued, she raised her eyebrows and glanced over her shoulder at Anakin. He jangled the chains and gave a pitiful pout. “Please master, let me down.”

“Not yet Padawan.” Cocking his head to the side, he leaned in close to Shana. “Do you want to join us in the fun tonight? We need a third party.”

Shana giggled at the thought and yet she wondered just what they were up to and how much fun it would be to find out. Shrugging her shoulders, she replied. “Sure, I am game for anything.”

That ever present smile on Obi-wan’s face turned into a smirk and his eyes lit up. “Anything?”

“Yeah, what the hell. You only live once, right?” Shana stood up and walked over to the bar to get a refill.

Turing back around, she look into the room and saw Obi-wan talking to Steph. She got a real blank look on her face and walked quickly past her friend without speaking. Shana thought this was odd, but what about this night wasn’t? Walking back in, she heard the big oak doors close and turned to see Obi-wan waving his hand. ‘Ok, shit is really getting weird now,’ she thought as she sauntered over to him.

“Not as weird as I planned, not yet anyway,” Obi-wan replied as he turned to face Anakin.

Shana was stunned. ‘Did he just hear my thoughts?’

Laughing, Obi-wan replied, “Yes, my lady I did.”

Rolling her eyes, Shana moved over to Anakin and felt Obi-wan move up behind her. Anakin’s eyes squinted as he pleaded, “Master, let me down.”

She felt hot breath on her neck and two strong hands reach around in front to clasp her breasts tightly. Kissing along her neck, Obi-wan kept his eyes on his Padawan and watched him pull against the restraints. “You like her?”

Shana looked into Anakin’s eyes and saw a flare of amber cross them as Obi-wan unbuttoned her shirt slowly. “Yes Master.” His hips lurched forward as Shana’s shirt fell to the floor. Obi-wan pawed her breasts and rocked his body against hers. Pinching her nipples, he leaned in close and ran his tongue around her earlobe. Shana moaned and heard the chains around Anakin’s wrists rattle.

Smiling, she walked toward Anakin and ran her hands up his legs. The look on his face would have melted her panties off, if she were wearing any. Obi-wan pulled her back, his strong hands resting on her waist and whispered in her ear. “Not yet love. Make him watch.”

A wide grin colored her faced and she spun around in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck. She flicked her tongue along his lips, delighting in the way they parted so eagerly. Moving her hips slowly, she rubbed against him and felt his arousal already apparent. Groans came from behind her and she wiggled her ass a little, giving Anakin a good show.

Tugging on Oni-wan’s belt, she tossed it aside and busied herself with removing his tunic. As she slid it off his shoulders, Shana bent down and nipped lightly at the exposed skin, making him fist his hands in her hair. Shana pressed her breasts against his chest and ran her tongue along the outside of his ear, whispering as she went. “Let’s strip the boy.” Her eyes gleamed and he nodded his reply. They moved over to Anakin, who was now clenching his teeth at the sight of the two of them sauntering over.

“Let me down.” Anakin hissed.

Placing her hands on her hips, Shana looked up at him and grinned. “Not yet.”

Shana scraped her fingernails up one leg while Obi-wan did the same to the other. Anakin rolled his hips and lunged forward as he looked down into his master’s lust filled eyes. Reaching up, Shana unbuckled his belt and Obi-wan pulled it off, dropping it on the floor. They tugged his pants lower, but the shackles would not allow them to take the offending garment all the way off him. Obi-wan winked at Shana and with a powerful yank, ripped the pants from Anakin’s body.

Shana gasped as she saw Anakin’s stiff cock and she ran her tongue across her lips at the sight. Obi-wan chuckled at her and moved to stand behind her. She pushed back against him, loving the sigh he gave and the groans coming from Anakin. Obi-wan unzipped her skirt and pushed it down her hips, keeping an eye on Anakin and chuckling when he saw his Padawan bite his lower lip. Shana stepped out of the skirt and stood within inches of Anakin.

Almost growling at her, Anakin rolled his hips from side to side, his member waving in her face. Shana turned to Obi-wan and raised her eyebrows as she trailed her hands down his chest. She made sure to turn to the side so Anakin could get a good view of what she was doing to his Master. Flicking her tongue over his lips, Obi-wan pulled her to him. Her muffled moans drove Anakin wild. He wanted to be the one in a heated embrace with Obi-wan. He wanted to run his tongue over her body while his master did the same to him.

Shana slid her hands down Obi-wan’s chest to his hips and traced along the waistband of his pants. “These need to come off.” Her voice was deep, and practically dripping with lust. Jerking his pants down, she followed their path and knelt in front of him. Looking over her shoulder, she kept her eyes glued on Anakin as she reached out and grabbed a hold of Obi-wan. Shana licked from the base to the tip and then suckled the head, listening as Anakin’s breath hitched in his throat. Grabbing Obi-wan’s hips, she engulfed him whole and heard a growl from Anakin but a pleasurable moan from Obi-wan.

Pulling her head back, Obi-wan helped her to her feet and they walked to Anakin - who now had sweat beading on his upper lip. With a wave of his hand, Obi-wan tore Anakin’s tunic off, leaving him completely naked and vulnerable. Shana pressed her body against one leg, straddling him and nuzzling his inner thigh. Obi-wan did the same, his hard member rubbing against Anakin’s firm leg.

Their noses almost touching Anakin’s member, they kissed and then slid their lips around him. Gasping and unable to believe the sensations of two mouths on him, Anakin thrust his hips forward trying to feel more of their delicious lips on him. Shana ground against Anakin’s leg and felt her juices flowing down his leg as she wrapped her tongue around the back side of Anakin’s cock. Obi-wan grabbed Anakin’s hip and gyrated his hips against him, all the while twining his tongue around Shana’s.

They pulled back from Anakin and their lips met in a deep sensual kiss as their hands roamed over each other. “Damnit! I want to be in on this,” Anakin bellowed, his lips drawn thin into a sneer and his eyes rimmed in amber.

Obi-wan broke his kiss and looked from Shana to Anakin, then back again. “What do you think?” he asked Shana, his eyebrows going up and his smile widening.

A wicked smile colored her face and she bit her lip before replying. “It would be fun to have one more to play with.” Her hand firmly grasped Obi-wan’s member and stroked him slowly.

Obi-wan moaned and waved his hand, allowing the shackles to open. Anakin lurched forward and fell to his hands and knees. Moving backwards, Shana sat down on a nearby table and watched as Anakin rose to his feet and walked over to Obi-wan.

“That was too long,” Anakin said as he grabbed a hold of his Master and devoured his mouth in a blistering kiss. With one arm behind him and the other wrapped in his hair, Anakin ground his member against Obi-wan’s and groaned into his mouth.

Shana leaned back on the table and spread her legs as she watched the two men locked in an erotic embrace. Anakin’s tall lean frame completed his Master’s stock one perfectly. Stepping back, but not letting go, Anakin turned to see Shana propped up on the table with her hands between her legs. Letting go of Obi-wan, he walked toward her, his eyes now completely burning yellow.

“And you…are...an...evil…wench.” He snarled out the words with each step as he spanned the distance between them. Anakin grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her to sit up. He did not kiss her; instead, he bit her lower lip as his hand found her breasts and squeezed hard. Shana caught his Padawan braid and tugged sharply, making him exhale and release her lip. Her tongue ran over her lips and she tasted the coppery flavor of her own blood. Not wanting to be left out, Obi-wan came up behind Anakin and bent him over until his face was level with Shana’s mound.

Anakin took the hint and held on to her hips as he began to lick her wet folds. Shana damned near lost herself as she felt him plunge his tongue deep inside her. The moans she let escape were soon joined by the sounds of a whip cracking and she felt Anakin shake against her. Looking over his shoulder, she saw Obi-wan with a whip firmly in his hands, smacking Anakin hard. With each crack of the whip, Anakin groaned against her and that caused her to moan as well.

Anakin gasped as he felt his Master lick over the fresh wounds on his ass. Shana grabbed him by his short hair and pushed him back down. “You ain’t done yet honey.”

His eyes glazed over and he brought one of his hands down between her legs and thrust two fingers inside her. Shana threw her head back as he found that special spot inside her that made her go crazy with passion.

Obi-wan continued to kiss and lick Anakin’s ass and he ran his tongue along the crease, teasing his tight hole. As he flicked his tongue into Shana, Obi-wan pushed his tongue inside Anakin. Shauna felt him shudder against her and scrape his teeth over her clit. Burying his tongue deep inside Anakin, he reached around and grabbed Anakin’s hard cock, pumping slowly in time with his tongue. His lips quivered against Shana and he looked up into her eyes. The look on his face was one of pure ecstasy and he swiveled his fingers to hit her spot again.

Obi-wan stood up and Anakin groaned at the absence. He pulled his fingers out and slid Shana down to the end of the table. Gazing at him, she felt his rock hardness rubbing against her.

“You want this?” Anakin said through clenched teeth.

Sitting up, she grabbed his hips and thrust hers up. “Fuck yeah.” Shana hissed and he rolled his hips forward, sheathing himself in her to the hilt. He pounded into her but then suddenly froze when he felt Obi-wan behind him, running his fingers from Shana’s wetness up to Anakin’s tight hole. Anakin’s mouth fell open, but the words were caught in his throat as he felt first one finger, then two slide inside.

Shana moaned when she felt him twitch inside her, almost thumping to the rhythm of his rapidly beating heart. His legs shook slightly when Obi-wan withdrew his fingers. Steadying himself, Anakin tried to relax as he felt his Master’s cock begging for entrance. Biting his lip, Anakin breathed deeply and cried out when Obi-wan slipped inside him. Shana saw his eyes start to roll back in his head and he swelled inside her.

Not wanting this to be over too soon, Shana reached down and clasped her band around the back of Anakin’s cock, stopping his climax for the moment. Obi-wan grunted as Anakin relaxed all the way and he slid all the way inside of his tight Padawan. Shana licked across Anakin’s lips and then took the lower lip into her mouth, sucking gently. As Obi-wan set a slow, deep pace, Shana released Anakin and he matched his Master’s movements, thrust for thrust.

The three bodies moved and panted in unison. Their grunts and groans echoed off the stone walls and Shana felt her orgasm take hold of her. Her muscles contracted around Anakin, who leaned over, biting her shoulder hard. The pain and the combined movements of the two men sent her over the edge and she screamed as she came.

Still clenching Anakin, she saw his lips tighten and leaned up to bite the muscles straining on his neck. Growling, he arched his back and came deep inside her as he felt his Master swell inside him. Obi-wan dug his fingers into Anakin’s hips and lurched forward, grunting as he spilled his seed.

The three of them collapsed into a sweaty, panting pile. Shana kissed Anakin’s head and ruffled Obi-wan’s. “So, what do ya’ll do for an encore?”