echoesofasongforgotten:

“Mmm, comfortable, m’dear?” Jedi Knight Sev’jani ignored the
saccharine sophistication of the voice, focusing instead on the serenity in her
mind as she lay on a cool durasteel table, her wrists and ankles restrained and
spread almost uncomfortably apart.

“I do apologize for the restraints, but you did just try to kill me.” The human male
in the robes of the Sith continued, before pausing as if in contemplation.
“Rather brutally in fact. A lightsaber is not
my preferred method of joining the Force, thank you.”

She finally opened her round, cool sapphire eyes and affixed
her captor with a completely blank look.

Bright yellow eyes, more like topaz than the usual sickly
yellow of a Sith, greeted her, almost twinkling in amusement. The lean man
seemed almost… jovial in appearance, his robes an offsetting series of mellow
hues as he studied her thoughtfully. Then he chuckled again, seemingly unaware
of how she was doing her best to ignore him.

“You know, I had thought I’d seen my last knight here in my
humble abode.” He noted with not even a trace of sarcasm. “After what happened
to the last knight who ended up my
guest. Is she still the… morale raiser she was before?”

There it was. He could feel the bubbles of her angler
swelling up before she could fully suppress it. The smugness was practically
radiating off of him. Again, she closed her again, and once again focusing on
blocking out his smug taunting with the calm, serene emptiness.

“My, such anger.” He noted, pausing a moment before
pleasantly continuing. “It’s really not healthy for you.”

The sheer incredulity of a Sith of all things telling her that, made her eyes snap open and
stare at him.

“Though, I must have made quite the impression on your
council for them to send a Zeltron of
all things.” He seemed highly pleased with that. “I suppose they figured if you
had overcome your species… predilections that you might prove able against my…
unorthodox approach.”

Her deep crimson skin hid any signs of a possible blush as
she continued to focus on the serene state of her own mind. His words were
merely that. Simple, transient sounds, manipulations of the air they breathed
to survive.

“Aha. The Silent
treatment.” He seemed to beam at her at that instead of showing any signs of
anger or frustration at her “insolence.” “Very nice! At this point, most Sith
still think they’ll escape and like to show the extent of their creativity for
violence.”

There was a pause before he continued, his voice dropping
low into a mused, conspiratorial whisper. “Sadly, not only did they all fail,
miserably at that, to live up to those threats, but they were all so…
repetitive. Almost not an original thought among them.”

He sighed and shook his head. “It is a failing of the Sith,
there is generally a deplorable lack of imagination.”

She found herself not quite sure how she could even begin to respond to that as she closed her eyes.

 “Now, if I was a typical Sith, this would be the point where
I would either make you scream in pain, or struggle to breath as I started to
choke the life out of you. Neither of which are conductive to my long term
goals.

“So, that leaves me needing to use alternative methods.”

He then began to whistle cheerfully as she could sense him
moving around her. Only, suddenly she could feel something click into place around
her throat. It was cool, metallic, centering above her jugular with slim bands
clinging snug one by one as they laddered along her neck.

A collar. He had actually put her in a collar of all things! Angrily, her eyes snapped open and her mouth
curled into a snarl before she froze.

“What did you do to me?!” She barely recognized the hoarse,
emotional whisper that left her lips.

“Oh, it’s simple.” He stated with that horribly smug tone.
“I took away your self-control, your inhibitions, your ability to repress. I
made all those emotions you’ve denied for so long come bubbling up from the
hidden depths you’ve kept them locked down and frozen in for so long. Melting
away that frigid numbness you kept them trapped with.

She couldn’t help it, she stared, her mouth hanging agape in
disbelief.

“That… that’s not possible!” She declared, because as far as
she knew, it really wasn’t. You couldn’t just…

“Of course it’s possible.” He stated in an amused,
condescending tone as he reached down and she could feel the way he calmly
tugged open her robe, that she just realized was missing its belt to hold it
closed. “After all, that’s what’s happening to you.”

“No!” Fear was her voice now, and she struggled, wildly to
pull herself free, to get away from him.

He chuckled softly and reached up, cupping her chin. “Ah,
you say that now, but…”

Then suddenly her world exploded into a surge of raw, molten
pleasure that had her whole body arching back, thrusting out her chest as she
involuntarily caused her robes to slide just a little bit more open. Just as
suddenly as it came, it disappeared again, leaving her to collapse, bonelessly
onto the table. Heavy, panting breaths left her lips her eyes half lidded,
hazy.

“What… what was that?”

“I did say that most Sith would have done things to scar
you, to destroy you, to make you like them.” He chuckled as he calmly brushed a
lock of her hair out of her face. “What use would I have for such a creature
though? Oh no, the passions that rule me are far, far different than those that
rule them.”

Her eyes widened, her pupils dilating into swells of inky
black as he waved his fingers across her face, and she gasped softly. “And like
you are, well… you have no control, you have no defenses, you have nothing to
protect you, nothing to aid you, nothing to save you.”

She whimpered softly as he gestured again and she arched as
an electric current of pleasure coursed through her body. With it, she could
feel him, reaching into her mind, flowing like a wave of oil, slick and
slippery over every inch of her. She struggled against him, fought against the
way he seemed to be sullying every part of her, but she could not center
herself, could not distance herself from the panic coursing through her veins.

“But this is the part where a Sith has an advantage you
little Jedi don’t.” He stated, his voice now making her shudder in pleasure as
it flowed like honey down into her ear on hot, pulsing breath. “They know how
to deal with their passions, their desires, their Hungers coursing through them.”

He paused, slowly tracing a finger lightly along her jaw.
“Jedi though? Your only defense is to ignore them, to suppress them, to throw
them away. When you take that away…”

The whimper she let out made him smile as he slowly let her
feel another sweet surge of pleasure from his touch, from his caress. “Most
would make you lose yourself to the fear, to the pain, to the anger. They would
destroy you and make you just like them.”

Then she could feel the almost feel the smile on his face as
he continued. “I’m going to destroy you in a completely different way.”

And her breath hitched at that as she realized he was
completely serious and once more she struggled to free herself as she could
feel the cold pit of dread in her chest feeding her panic. “No… no, no, no…!”

He let her squirm, her panic revealing the soft crimson
curves of her chest, the flat, firm expanse of her stomach that she could
quickly feel his hand slowly stroking against the soft flesh there. And by the
Force did it feel good. It was like his touch was sending waves of pure,
undeniable pleasure burning straight down into the quivering emptiness she
couldn’t ignore inside of her anymore. It left her trembling, panting.

When his hand withdrew, it left her wanting more.

She stared up at him, at the knowing smile on his lips, at
the calm, bemused confidence in his glittering eyes. “What are you doing to
me?”

“I believe I did already tell you.” He noted with a sweet,
teasing little chuckle. “I’m breaking you, piece by piece, melting you down,
burying you in a slow, pulsing flood of all the things you have denied, all the
things you’ve ignored, all the parts of you you’ve rejected.”

Slowly he trailed a finger from the lowest portion of her
exposed stomach in a feather light caress straight up to the collar at your
throat. “I’m letting them drown all those little things you’ve become so
enamored with. Your morals, your code, your principals, your inhibitions. All
the things I don’t want you to keep, melted down into nothing but worthless
little pieces of flotsam to be culled off and dumped where they can’t be of a
bother anymore.”

“I don’t want to be broken.” She stated in a small, soft
voice as the sheer hopelessness of her situation fell on her like an avalanche
as every little emotion she felt seemed amplified beyond anything she
remembered experiencing before.

“Shhhh…” He lightly placed a finger to her lips, and
instinctively she began to suckle upon it, her eyes fluttering closed as she
couldn’t help but relish the feelings it sent rushing through her. “No need for
you to be so afraid, little pet, you’ll like being broken.”

 “No, I won’t.” She managed to pull herself away from his
finger, her tongue almost trying to lick one last taste of it as she shook her
head in denial. “I don’t want to be broken. I won’t like being broken.”

“Tsk, tsk.” He shook his head and gave her a disappointed
look even as he reached down and calmly traced his finger around her belly
button, sending another pulse of pleasure deep through her as she couldn’t help
but melt against the pleasure that coursed through her. “You say it like you
have a choice, my silly little pet. I’m already nibbling you up, bit by bit,
melting down all the things that make you a Jedi, breaking them into tiny, tiny
little pieces as you just feel them dripping out of you.”

There was a pause, before he leaned in, whispering into her
ear. “And you can just feel the way
they’re just dripping out of you,
can’t you, leaving you with that undeniable emptiness you’re just aching to have filled.”

“Nooooo….” She squirmed softly, her voice almost a whine in
her denial as her thighs pressed together, struggling to refute what she could
feel coursing through her body.

She was losing. Oh so very badly. She could feel it, bits
and pieces of her melting off, dripping into that hot, dripping that she knew
was staining into the pants she wore and down onto the durasteel bed she lay
on. Every time she shifted the fabric reminded her of it, the contact igniting
the responses in her body she’d thought she’d long since suppressed, bringing
the slickened material constantly into her body, reminding her more and more of
how much she was succumbing.

The world spun around her, and she found herself staring up
at his almost glowing yellow eyes. “Mhm, you can feel it now, can’t you, my
little pet. The feeling of everything inside of you being melted down and
stirred up. All that pleasure, all that want, all that Need making it almost impossible for you to think, for you hold
onto who you are.

“Feeling how it just seems to slide, slick and soft through
your fingers when you try to grasp hold, squirting out without leaving anything
but that glistening mess dripping back out.” He took his time as he poured the
words down into her, watching a she squirmed, as she thrust her body back
towards him, how every little touch he made on her body made her mewl out in
pleasure like some desperate, wanton little creature.

It was driving her mad. All the swirling mess of sensations,
pleasure, fear, worry, blending together into an impossible mix that left her
almost insensate. It wasn’t long before she couldn’t even remember where she
was, or why she was bound down onto the table. She just knew she had an
emptiness inside of her, a hunger, a need, and sheer hot pleasure was driving
her insane.

“Pleeeeeeeeease.” She whined out the word, helpless and
panting, her eyes distant, unfocused, the word itself wanting, aimless, lost.

And she had no clue what she was even begging for.

Freedom? Release? Respite?

She wasn’t even sure she knew what those words even meant
anymore.  They were concepts, things that
she knew she should know, should understand. Only her mind was an addled, hot,
sticky mess. Everything was blurred, lines, thoughts, ideas, morals, ethics.

All by the hot, burning Need that coursed through her. And
she could almost feel the popping snap when it finally became too much.

She was pressing back into his touches now. Whimpering when
he withdrew, pleading with primal, animalistic sounds and wide, liquid eyes.
And when his hand dipped down, drifting into the sodden pants that still clung
to her hips, she made a wonderfully sweet cooing sound as her hips pressed the
smooth, soft red flesh into his probing hand.

“Ah, there we are.” She was vaguely aware that he had said
something just as an explosive wave of pleasure rippled through her body, and a
flash of pink blossomed from the collar about her throat. “I was wondering how
long you would last.

Her mind, however, never registered those words, her mouth
hanging open, eyes vacant, unseeing as he continued to work his fingers into
her, driving the pleasures deeper inside of her like a series of concurrent
explosions and implosions. The pleasure growing into an unbearable pressure
that would suddenly erupt out, before just as suddenly pulling back and growing
back into that aching pressure.

With every resulting explosion of pleasure crashing through
her mind, the collar on her neck flashed again, another ethereal pink glow that
grew dimmer and dimmer with each subsequent release.

Until finally, as the last few explosions rippled out of
her, there was nothing, just the empty pleasures dribbling out of her body as
she could feel one last explosion, before she was finally released from that
seemingly endless cycle.

She lay there, staring up at the ceiling, mouth hanging
open, breath ragged, panting gasps at first, before slowly steadying out,
calming as her glistening flesh quivered in aftershock.

When her head turned and she looked at him, at his smile,
the words spilled quietly from her lips. “What… did you… do….?”

“Why, I broke you of course.” He stated simply and smiled
back at her.

She almost pondered that, trying to comprehend what he meant
before realizing that she was empty, hollow. She remembered nothing. She was
nothing. She did not work like he did. She was, as far as she could tell,
broken.

“Oh.” There was a pause before she looked back at him with
that empty gaze. “Are you going to fix me?”

That made him laugh for a reason she didn’t understand. But
he looked like he enjoyed it, so she giggled quietly with him.

“Maybe. But, I think you’ll rather like being broken.” He
stated when he finished his laughter and her giggles quieted a moment later.

“Are you sure?” She asked, eyes wide, staring up at him.

“Of course I am. Don’t you already feel good?” He asked,
still smiling at her.

And she did, it was a warm, wonderful after glow that seemed
to leave her sore in a way she really liked. So, she bobbed her head into a
faint nod in agreement.

“I told you that you’d like being broken.” He stated simply.

After a moment’s empty thought, she couldn’t help but agree.

Niiiice