Title: Sith Desire: Punishment
"Take the old ways back to you, ***
Her boots clacked against the hall as she walked, dark cape flowing out behind her like a living shadow. Guards walked behind her in a way that annoyed her to no end, making her want to reach behind her and snap their necks. But Malefic had sent them to escort her to his office. And, right now, she did not need to do anything else wrong that may push Malefic into further anger. She knew he would be upset with her when she did what she did. Had hoped that he, some how, would not be able to find out what she had done. But there was no way to hide from her own master. He became more suspicious as time when by, the years teaching him to trust no one. But he trusted her… as much as a man such as himself could trust. In her mind she went back in time as she walked down that long hall… The Empire was in it’s glory days when Darth Malefic had begun his rise, apprenticing under the Sith Empress herself, Darth Leonine, who had found him as a young teen on Tattooine. She’d taken a liking to him, his power of the Force and his reckless nature making it easy for him to be shaped into the man he was today. A Sith Emperor. Darth Leonine had disappeared one day, leaving Darth Malefic wholly trained despite his youth. When he, in turned, had found a woman-child named Nova, he had taken her as an apprentice and taught her things that she had never imagined learning. He told her that his master had gone to join Darth Licentious, the previous Emperor, and her lover, and that he desired an apprentice of his own. Seemed the Sith had a thing about taking apprentices as lovers, pets it seemed at times. Nova grinned despite the danger she was in. She was not one to disrupt any good tradition. She had been seventeen when he discovered her. Angry, poor and tired of losing to people more powerful than she was, she had turned to a life of criminal activity. She and a whole group of like-minded people who were misfortunate enough to get caught by a certain Imperial Admiral were scheduled to be terminated. Darth Malefic had come to witness the executions as he sometimes did. He had seen her there and stared, uncaring if others noticed his perusal. She stared back, unafraid. She was to die anyway, so why would she care what one man thought. She had even raked his body with her eyes while the others coward in his presence. He’d taken her from that place and taught her secret, dark things… The lessons of the Sith coming much later. She’d learned fast. Using her anger and her passion to take the things she desired… to plunder, to destroy. ***
“I came through fire, came through water,
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They stopped at the door to his grand office and Darth Raider, the woman no longer known as Nova, waited patiently for her to be admitted. The doors swooshed open and she entered without hesitation, the guards making haste to be away from them. Raider walked in, the clack of her boots resounding in the wide room, giving her a small dash of courage. At a throne on the left of the room sat a figure, staring out the window to the space beyond. Long, blonde hair and blue eyes cold as ice… pale skin covering a body of muscle and animal strength. He was wearing his black cloak wrapped around him like a shadowy cocoon. Raider stopped before him and knelt, bowing her head, strands of yellow hair falling forward. “Master.” Moments passed and Raider began noticing the only thing she could see with her eyes. The gray floor, her black gloves, pants and mid-sleeved shirt and her cloak framing the rest of her vision. She could be here awhile. Malefic was a patient man and had once kept her knelt for over an hour on one occasion. “You disobeyed me again.” “Yes, master.” “Take off your cloak and gloves.” Raider’s eyebrow lifted but she did so without question, laying them to the side. “Come here.” Rising up, she stopped in mid-movement by his voice telling her to stop. “Crawl to me.” Falling to all fours she crawled up to his throne and waited for his next command. “Stand… and look at me.” She stood, the air chilling her as her eyes rose up to met his. Malefic was smiling. He pulled the cloak from around him and bared his naked body to the light. Raider gasped, her breath quickening and warmth pooling at the juncture of her thighs. He never failed to arouse her, quickly or slowly. He patted his bare thigh and Raider rose up to curled up in his lap, burying her face against his neck, inhaling the scent of spice. “You disobeyed me again.” “Yes, master”, she answered the repeated question. “Why?” “Because I disagreed with your orders.” “Oh?” “Thought of a better way.” “Did you?” She hesitated. “I didn’t want to kill the children, master.” “You are my arms and legs, Raider. I would have do what I asked you to do.” “Maybe you are stronger than me.” “Perhaps.” “Your will was done. The colonists have left the moon. It’s yours, My Master.” “So it is.” “Master?” “Yes?” “Are you going to kill me?” “No, my apprentice. I’m going to punish you.” ***
“Now I know you and you know me, ***
Raider soon found herself in a particularly interesting spot. She was tied to the floor spread-eagle, as naked as she’d ever been and staring at the ceiling. Darth Malefic was standing over her, feet positioned between her thighs almost touching them. He was gloriously naked, arms crossed over his chest with an expression on his face that told Raider that he was not quite satisfied. He picked his foot up and moved his toe to her womanhood and, with an upward swipe, flicked the hard nail against her clitoris, almost causing her to come up off the floor. He gave a hearty laugh, tilting his blonde head, seeming to be placated now. “I know you never particularly liked being tied down as much as I do… but I have to teach you a lesson, my apprentice.” “Yes, master.” She tried to have her voice stable but it was a difficult task. Malefic dropped down, strattling her waist and pressing his male heat to her belly, scorching her flesh, his arms still crossed. “It’s important that my orders be followed.” She nodded. “Yes, master.” He uncrossed his arms and placed a long-nailed hand between her breasts, proceeding to move his nails gently along her torso. Up and over, down and around and back again, repeating from her belly button to her neck. Her breasts were the first to start aching but, soon, too soon, her womanhood began to throb in time with his movements. She squirmed beneath him, angered by his calmness. “Stop squirming.” She stopped, eyes wide. “I’m sorry. I should have… I’m afraid I was weak. I… after all this time… I didn’t want to hurt the children.” “’I’m sorry’?” Malefic leaned forward, placing his hands at her bound wrists. He moved only a fraction to situate his rock hard penis against her belly. He made one, long glide from her lower belly to her chest, the stiff strength burning her as he went. Sliding back down her, he went as far as her thatch of hair, dug in harder and came back up. Raider’s whimper was a joy to him… she wanted him, feared this night that might not end. He had already forgiven her… the order was a test to see how far she would go, nothing more. The admiral that had accompanied her had orders to deliver Malefic’s new orders to have a ‘no kill’ if she looked ready to comply. He didn’t even want that moon. But she would remember this torture when ever she thought to throw his orders out the window… and she would remember the pleasure whenever she was away too long. Malefic let out a steadying breath, demanding of himself to pay attention to what he was doing. He could not allow her to come until he was ready to stop the punishment. He pulled back for a moment, resting on his heels. Raider let her eyes seek him, squatted there between her legs, his long hair framing his face and his manhood jutting up into the air as if to mock her. If she could just get her hands on him… Malefic laughed, mirth in his blue eyes. “You’d do what? Something like this?” Placing one hand beside her belly, he levered himself to once again hover over her, slowly lowering his face toward her belly. A soft lick, then another until he reached her breast. Raider trembled, wanting to shout for him to ‘please stop!’ Malefic teased a taunt nipple with his closed lips then came down violently, sucking her small orb into the heat of his mouth. Raider convulsed, her hips bucking and her head thrown back. But Malefic used his other hand to hold her back down and used the Force to keep her inner muscles from spasming. He listened to his lover weep and cry out, her voice echoing off the walls. He could feel her anger, her animal violence welling up inside her. He wondered if she would lash out at him. He smirked as he sucked at one breast and moved his hand up to capture the other. Only one way to find out. “I hate you!” Malefic lifted his head and laid both hands beside her to stand on all fours over her. “You might hurt my feelings saying things like that.” “I love you”, she whispered, her hips curving against the floor. “Please… I won’t disobey you again.” “Of course you will. You are my Untamed One, Raider. Fierce. It’s why you are hated… and loved.” He sat back and extended one finger to the engorged flesh between her legs. He let the finger barely touch the folds there, scrapping up to the hard bud. He repeated the gesture, only this time, he allowed a tiny arch of electricity to sweep across her wetness. Raider wept then screamed in rage. Malefic went flying back, cushioning himself with the Force. He hit the floor and lay on his back, laughing. He was ready to rise back up but he got a sudden shock. Raider had broken her bonds and she was loose. “Raid- Oof!” The woman went flying at him, landing on his chest hard. His breath increased ten-fold, exited beyond reasoning. Her juices made a slippery trail down his abs as she rushed back, hair flying, trying to find his piece. Malefic roared with laughter as he grabbed her hips and slammed her down on his penis, her vagina so ready that there was barely any resistance. Raider screamed and rode her hurricane of a man, feeling him buck and shout with ecstasy. She would have tried what he had, disallowing him the pleasure of an orgasm but there was no room in her brain for such trivial things. The spasms lasted longer than she could ever remember, Malefic sucking in air and pumping softly into her. He stilled and watched his woman, noticing how she eventually stopped moving but was frozen there atop him, eyes closed, her body numb and sizzling. Malefic’s voice was raspy as he murmured. “Forgive me, my apprentice. This session should have lasted till morning. Did you learn anything?” She whispered, “Yes, master.” “What?” “That… that there is no one in the galaxy… that I would rather be punished by than you, My Master.” ***
“I am the living flame, “The Magician” Bruce Dickinson The End Like it? Read the sequel, Sith Desire 3: Retribution!
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