Raw Vengeance

Title: Raw Vengeance
Timeframe: A prequel vignette to “The Taming of the Jedi” but can also stand alone.
Characters: Mara Jade, OCs
Summary: A young Lady Jade exacts revenge for a wrongful death. Rough, raunchy, dark, sadistic. M/M/F threesome. (No slash.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or any of its characters/settings and I write for free.


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Moving quickly in the semi-darkness, two cloaked figures made their way silently through twisted corridors. Save for the few chambers and halls that housed the Emperor’s miscreants, this particular wing of Imperial Palace was deserted. The derelicts who lived here served the Emperor’s purpose for a price and bowed only to his authority for personal gain or self-preservation.

The visitors, one taller than the other, stopped in front of a doorway that leaked light from its edges and small viewport. The taller one leaned up, peering through the viewport.

“Is this it?” the smaller form asked in a whisper.

“Yes,” the other answered, removing her cloak to reveal a lithe, young woman with long, red hair. “Hold this,” she instructed, handing her cloak and lightsaber to the smaller figure. “Wait there, in the shadows.” She pointed to a recessed alcove in the wall. “I’ll come for you when it’s over.”

“Will it take long?” the little voice asked as she backed into the alcove.

“I don’t know,” she answered, reaching tenderly beneath the smaller hood. “But I won’t finish with them until I have your answer. I promise.”

Brown eyes blinked up at her, innocent and trusting. Their mourning depths mirrored a sequestered pain deep in her soul and fueled a spark of retaliation within the taller form as she turned toward the lone door.

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“Good evening, gentlemen,” the red-haired woman announced as she sauntered into the lounge.

Two men, the room’s only occupants, looked up in surprise, momentarily distracted from their smashball game and half-empty bottles of liquor.

“Mara Jade.” The man closest to her arched what was left of his right eyebrow. “To what do we owe the honor of being visited by an Emperor’s Hand? Are you here to kill us, or just slumming for the night?”

Mara did not answer, but crossed in front of the vidscreen with a sly grin, helping herself to a glass of whiskey. She knew these types: brutish mercenaries that the Emperor kept in his employ for the baser acts of violence that did not require the expertise or finesse of a Hand.

Band and Flak were their names and, having worked with them before, she knew she would not be able to extract the information she wanted by conventional means. Both towering and muscular, they outweighed her by at least one hundred kilograms and she’d deliberately come under the pretense of being unarmed.

Though crude, they were strong-willed, which ruled out Force mind tricks and, judging by the number of empty whiskey bottles on the table, inebriation was also not likely to loosen their tongues. And that left her with one option.

Heeled boots clicking sharply against the duracrete, Mara crossed in front of them again, swaying her hips beneath her form-fitting leather pants. “I’m bored,” she sighed, bending forward at the waist to lean over the back of a stained but plush lounger. “A girl can only manufacture so many fake smiles and curtsies in Court before she needs to relax and have some fun.” Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she glanced sideways, trailing her hand deliberately over her breast before turning her attention to the holovid. “Who’s on?”

But they were no longer watching the game, staring at her with a wary mix of delight and disbelief.

Bald and heavily-tattooed, Band made the first move, approaching her with a crooked, leering smile. “Does the little Hand want to play?”

“Maybe,” she purred, making a show of sizing him up with her eyes as she reached out and ran her fingers down his bare, muscled chest. “But I like it rough, big guy. Think you can handle it?”

He squinted at her and she held his gaze without flinching. Abruptly, he stepped behind her and pulled her upright, patting her down for weapons with hands skilled by years of practice.

Satisfied that she was unarmed, he pulled her ear close to his lips. “Oh yeah,” he said, his breath hot against her skin. “We’ll play.”

Dropping down into the lounge chair, he pulled her roughly over his knees and she grunted with the impact against her stomach. “Ass up!” he commanded with sharp smack against her rear. She complied, sliding forward over his knees until her butt was high in the air and her head dangling just centimeters from the floor.

He rubbed his hand over the leather stretched below her waist and Mara saw a second set of boots approach as Flak came closer to watch.

“I think the girl needs a spanking, don’t you, Flak? Barging in here and interrupting our game…”

Smack!

Flak’s agreement was quickly drowned out by the sound of Band’s open palm striking her upturned rear repeatedly. Though hanging upside down, Mara took advantage of their distraction to lock the lounge door with the Force and quietly flick the switches on the security cameras to ‘off’.

She was so focused on the task, that she didn’t notice when the spanking stopped.

“…enough for you, little girl?” Band was saying.

“Enough?” Mara wriggled her ass, straining to look up over her shoulder. “Is that all you’ve got?”

The rush of blood in her ears made his response sound garbled, but he jerked her pants down to her knees, making his intention quite obvious.

SMACK!

“Like that?”

SMACK!

“Rough enough for you, girl?”

SMACK!

The blows were sharper against her bare skin, stinging more and more with each measured slap. She moaned, half in pain, half in arousal.

“Spread her.” A softer voice – Flak’s – said, and she felt her rear cheeks opened wide, exposing her feminine folds. One of them touched her there, she couldn’t tell which, and his fingers slid easily along her slit, dripping with her own juices. “Oh yeah…she likes it.”

The spanking resumed, now with an occasional slap from Flak’s smaller hand, and she felt her flesh begin to burn. Thick, rough fingers entered her, two then three at a time.

“How many do you think she can take?” Band asked.

“Find out,” Flak answered, and another set of fingers were plunged into her ass.

Mara groaned in earnest now, blinking back tears as they rammed their fingers in and out of her. The pain was exquisite and she surrendered to it, allowing it to feed the dark power she was slowly amassing inside.

On some silent cue, they stopped and rough hands grabbed her under the arms, hauling her upright. The room was still spinning around in a dizzying haze as Flak held her up for Band to pull her pants and boots off; then he deposited her on her knees and yanked her shirt off over her head.

Naked, she knelt between them as they stood on either side of her, unfastening their pants. When both cocks were released, extended toward her and fully engorged, she did not have to be told what to do.

Taking one in each hand, she pumped them in unison, slowly at first, until the tips seeped their creamy fluid, then faster as her hands slipped easier along their moistened lengths. Impatient and new to the game, Flak grabbed her face and pushed his cock into her mouth. Holding his hips for balance, she glanced up and he smiled down at her with a lidded grin, his brown shoulder-length braids swaying with the rocking of his groin.

She sucked slow then fast, pulling away to twirl her tongue around the head and along the under seam. “Stang, that’s good,” he groaned, his tip twitching against the back of her throat.

“My turn,” Band grunted as he grabbed her by the hair and shoved his cock into her mouth. He was bigger than his partner and she jerked to the side, struggling against the wider girth. Angrily, he pulled out and slapped her across the face. “Take it, girl!”

Again, she internalized the pain and took in his entire length, scraping her nails down his bare buttocks for leverage. “That’s it…that’s it…” He chanted as she sucked him deep, tugging on her hair with each swallow.

Abrasions had formed on the sides of her mouth before he pushed her away and she fell back, gasping for air. “Had enough?” He sneered, watching her wipe sweat and spittle from her face.

“I haven’t even started,” she spat back. Turning onto her hands and knees, she glared up at him and reached back to slap the raw mound of her ass. “Fuck me!”

Band dropped to his knees behind her, pummeling her ass once again with his palm before spreading her wide and plunging deep into her core. Her toes curled at his entry, but she was determined not to cry out and, instead, opened her upturned mouth to receive Flak’s waiting cock.

They filled her on each side, rocking in tandem and tangling their rough hands in her hair. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the rhythm of carnal heat, delighting in the tastes and smells of unchecked lust.

Band called for a switch and Mara flipped over onto her back. Kneeling between her legs, Flak picked her up by her knees and flung them over his shoulders, entering her compressed sex as he held her thighs together. Groaning unintelligibly, he threw his head back and pounded into her with abandon.

Mara moaned with the delicious sensation, vaguely aware that Band had taken his place at her head. “Good girl,” he growled, positioning himself so that his cock dangled over her mouth. “Touch yourself.”

She obeyed, sliding her damp palms over her breasts, kneading them gently and twisting her nipples between her fingers. Band muttered his approval and began to slide the tip of his shaft along her lips as she dipped her fingers between her legs. When she reached the sweet spot of her swollen clit, she gasped aloud and Band plunged forward, burying himself to the hilt in her mouth.

Unprepared for the intrusion, she sputtered and gagged, reaching up blindly to push him away. But he did not relent and leaned in deeper, grunting, “Take it…take it…take it...”

She couldn’t breathe. Her air was completely cut off by his body and tears streamed down the sides of her face as she clawed against him, finally, desperately pushing him off with a thrust of Force power.

Band fell back, shocked, and she planted her heels against Flak’s shoulders to shove him away. Panting between them, she ran her fingers through her damp hair to compose herself. It was too late to blow her cover now.

Flak looked down at her curiously as he stroked himself, but Band had retreated to the lounger and was eyeing her suspiciously. Putting on a seductive pout, she dropped to her hands and knees again and crawled slowly to him. “It’s not nice to sneak up on a girl like that,” Mara chided softly, running her hands up his thighs as she climbed onto his lap. “She might get the wrong impression.”

Before he could answer, she mounted him, sliding her wet walls up and down his shaft and grinding her own aching sex against his base. Without breaking stride, she turned and motioned for Flak to join them. “Want to ride?” She grinned, reaching back to finger her ass enticingly.

Shaking off his leather vest, Flak took the position behind her and put his hands on her waist. She leaned forward, grasping Band by the shoulders as she tilted her hips outward, and felt the explosion of dual fullness as he entered her ass.

She rode them hard, panting and grunting as she relished the feeling of being stretched and pulled in all directions at once. Had she not had other plans for these two, she might have been tempted to keep them as slaves. They could be trained to be obedient. All men could.

“Kriff, yeah…kriff, YEAH!” Flak shouted from behind and she felt his hot seed spurting over her back and dripping down her ass.

He pulled out and started to step away, but she reached back and took Flak’s cock in one hand, milking the last drops from its tip.

It was time.

“Who ordered the hit on Melinda Nvoss?” she asked, stroking his trembling length.

“What?”

“Melinda Nvoss. The woman the two of you murdered in her home in the private sector during Fete week. Who ordered it?”

“I-” Flak sputtered, confused. “I’m not sure…”

“Too bad.” Mara released his cock and a spring-loaded hold out blaster dropped into her palm from the leather band around her wrist. She shot Flak point-blank between the eyes.

“What the fuck?” Band exclaimed, scrambling to push Mara off, but she turned the blaster on him and held it steadily against his forehead.

“Perhaps you’ll remember, then,” she continued. “Who ordered it?”

“Jade, I, urgh…” His words trailed off into a gurgling noise as he clawed at an unseen force around his neck.

Mara released the choke-hold and he gagged on the sudden intake of air.

“Remember yet?” she asked coolly.

He stared up at her, shaking his head in horror. “What the hell is wrong with your eyes?” he gasped, panicking and clawing his neck again as the Force vice closed around it.

Unlike his deprived airway, Band’s erection grew harder than ever and Mara rode it with increasing fervor. “I have heard,” she said, leaning forward to murmur into his now-mottled ear, “that erotic asphyxiation is quite addictive. I’ve never tried it myself, but perhaps you can explain the attraction to me.”

She released him again and he gasped violently, spouting foam and curses from his lips.

“Tell me who ordered the hit, and it’ll all be over.”

Band glanced wildly at his bloodied and fallen partner, now crumpled on the floor. “The Emperor,” he confessed, his eyes begging for reprieve. “The Emperor ordered it.”

Mara stopped as a bitter, bile taste rose in her mouth. She should have known.

“…me go? You said you’d let me go, Jade,” the man beneath her was pleading.

“No.” Mara motioned again, resuming the unseen vice around his neck. “I said it would all be over.”

His cock twitched inside of her and she rocked against him, picking up the pace and letting just enough air into his lungs to keep him alive. She’d held her own need in check all night but abandoned herself to it now, grinding against him with animalistic fury until her sex ignited with release, flooding her whole body with shock waves of unfettered gratification.

Band’s eyes were red-rimmed and lust-hazed as she dismounted and worked his length with one hand. “You’re about to come, aren’t you?” she whispered, her mouth hovering just above his. He nodded, squeaking out a mewling noise. “And it feels so good to be almost there…” She stroked him harder, faster. “Almost…there…”

He jerked in pre-climax and she snapped her fingers, crushing his windpipe with a thought.

His head fell awkwardly to the side even as semen spurted from his red, engorged tip. “Too late.” Mara stood, wiping his fluids off her hand with one of the plush pillows.

“You boys really should keep up with the news,” she commented to no one in particular as she kicked Band’s body onto the floor. “It’s Lady Jade now.”

She gathered her scattered clothes and dressed quickly, ignoring the burn of leather against her inflamed buttocks. Opening the door, she motioned for the cloaked figure waiting in the corridor to come inside.

Pulling back her hood, the younger girl took in the sight with wide eyes. “That’s them?” she asked shakily. “They killed my mother?”

“Yes,” Jade answered, standing close in case the girl should faint. The young one was not accustomed to such things.

“Did you find out who-?”

“The Emperor,” Jade said gently. “The Emperor ordered her murder.”

The girl’s lip trembled and tears dripped haphazardly down her face. “But…why?” she whispered hoarsely.

Jade steadied her, brushing the dampness from her cheeks. “We both know why.”

Turning from the gruesome scene, Pet buried her face in her Lady’s shoulder and Jade held her close as she wept. “I hate him,” the girl sobbed brokenly. “I hate him!”

“I know,” Jade murmured. “But we will have our revenge.” She pressed her lips to the girl’s soft, brown hair. “Trust me, my Pet. We will have our revenge.”


~End