Luke and the Darth Vader's seduction

by Bacco Orion Nebula

Luke discovers a darker side to his Uncle Owen and decides to run away. Unfortunately, he ends up being captured by Jabba's henchmen and is sold to a Madam of Coruscant. In the brothel the boy ends up meeting Darth Vader, who enchanted by the child's beauty requests exclusivity with him. (Luke and Vader slash/incest)

1. Chapter 1

Luke and the Darth Vader's seduction.

Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader

Warnings: Slash – Incest

This is just for fun; the Star Wars characters are not mine.

I don't have beta reader, if someone wants to help me I'll be very very happy.

Forgive my bad English. Maybe one day I'll be able to write in English as I write in Portuguese.

Chapter I

It was another long, hard day of work under the twin suns and over the burning sands of Tatooine. Luke frowned and thought to himself: 'Those damn vaporators appear to just damage themselves on purpose to make my life more difficult. Or, it could be that Uncle Owen just over works them on purpose to keep me here on this hot ball of dust! He knows that as soon as I'll complete eighteen, I'm going to leave and join the Imperial Academy.' The boy threw the hydro-spanner back in the tool box and promptly sat down on the sandy ground to admire double sunset in the distance. Bathed in a soft orange light, Luke rested his chin on his knees and though: 'I wish I could fly away from here, out there in the stars, like my Father.'

"Luke, honey, come inside!" Yelled Beru, back from the direction of their home.

The boy came in through the front and smiled as he passed his aunt, while she patiently waited for him in the doorway. He went down the stairs and headed to the refresher to take a quick sonic shower. Luke often read and dreamed about living in a place where he would have the luxury of using real water to bath in. 'Imagine a place where there was so much water, that I could actually go swimming in it!' he thought to himself.

"Help me set the table, darling." The woman asked sweetly.

Luke smiled back at his aunt and immediately began setting the table, just as Uncle Owen entered in.

"Repaired the vaporators?" He asked in a gruff voice, while starting to

serve himself up some beef stew.

"I did my best, but the one on the east ridge needs a new compressor, not

just a patch job. I'm not going to be able to fix it forever." Luke replied

with an exasperated look at both of them.

"You'll just have to find a way, because we will only have enough money after two seasons!" Owen spoke grumpy as he took the spoon in his mouth.

"But Uncle Owen, I want to enlist me to the Imperial Academy when I was eighteen." Luke whimpered.

"No, you don't!" The man almost yelled. "I need you here; I need you for the harvest, maybe after tree years you can go."

"What?" The boy rose. "Uncle, you know that I want too much..."

"Don't insist!" Owen stopped the boy. "I need you here! You only goes enlist when I allow!"

"Sometimes I think I'm a slave or even a droid!" Luke threw the spoon on the table and went to the room.

The boy lay on the bed and remained a long time looking at the ceiling, "How I wish to travel throughout the galaxy... I wish that you were alive, daddy!" Alone, he let some tears fall.

"Luke..." Beru called coming into the room.

"Yes, Aunt…" Luke tried disguising wipe away the tears.

"Try understand your Uncle..."

"Understand?" The boy tried didn't yell, because he didn't want to hurt his Aunt. "He wants to keep me here! He wants make me a prisoner on this planet, I don't wanna be a farmer, I don't wanna pass the rest of my life in this desert planet!"

"You are like your Father, Luke, and your Uncle fears that you have the same end!" Beru kissed the boy's face and left the room.

Luke waited everyone fall in sleep and left his house taking the telescope that Biggs had loaned to him. "All that remains for me, is admire the stars and daydream, waiting for someday I can get out of here!" The boy went to a nearby dune and sat down, putting himself to gaze at the stars, he knew how much it was dangerous to be outside of his house such an hour, but it was the only moment Luke could stop and think about his Father, and how much he wanted him to be alive and at his side.

"It is dangerous to stay in the desert alone in such an hour..." Luke was startled when he heard the voice. The hooded man came and sat down beside the boy.

"Ben?" The young looked at him surprised. "What are you doing here?

"Oh… the night is so beautiful, is not it?" The old man said smiling. "You looks annoyed, what happened?"

"Uncle Owen…" Luke answers despondent. "He wants to keep me here."

"It is because you are very much like your Father!" Ben said looking at the sky. "Your Father also dreamed of leaving this planet, just like you."

"Did you meet him? Tell me about my Father, Ben, please." The boy begged. "Uncle Owen avoids to talk about him, and I wanted so badly to know more about him."

"Your Father and me, were friends, I met him when he was a child, and he was by my side in the clone wars…"

"Clone Wars?" The boy asked confused. "But, Uncle Owen said me my Father was a pilot of a freighter and…"

"He told that for fear of you want to be like your Father. Your Father was a great Jedi Knight, and a great friend…"

"Jedi?" Luke faced the old man amazed.

"Yes… and the best pilot of the Galaxy!" Obi-Wan smiled.

"I think you're confusing my Father with another person, Ben."

"No, Luke I am not." Ben patted the boy's shoulder. "Anakin was my apprentice, your Father wanted you to have this when you were old enough." Obi-Wan removed the lightsaber from his belt. "I tried give this for you before, but your Uncle didn't allow, he thought this could put crazy ideas in your mind, like follow me in some idealistic crusade. You see, Luke, there is the divergence between Owen Lars and your Father, your Uncle is not a man to let idealism interfere in the business, and since your Father didn't admit or discuss the issue. He was willing to defend a righteous cause in same way that he piloted... by pure instinct. I know, soon you will complete eighteen and, well… this is my gift, when you wish, I can teach you to use it. A few days ago I saw you here and thought in give this to you, but when I got closer, you had come into your house, so I decided to return another day, and here I am, giving to you a gift… your Father's lightsaber." Kenobi said.

Luke examined the handle's controls and he tried to press a colored button near the mirrored surface. Instantly the disc issued a beam of blue-white light. Strangely, the beam did not radiate any warmth, but Luke took care to avoid touching it. Even he had never seen a lightsaber, he knew what it was capable. It could make a hole in the wall of his home or in a human being.

"This was the formal weapon of a Jedi Knight" Obi-Wan explained. "It takes real skill to use it. An elegant weapon. Not as clumsy or random as a blaster. Anyone can use a blaster or a fusioncutter, but to use a lightsaber well was a mark of someone a cut above the ordinary." He looked almost dreamy. "For over a thousand generations, Luke, the Jedi Knights were the most respected men in the galaxy. They were the guardians of peace and justice in the Old Republic."

"Thank you, it is the first thing I have of my Father." Luke turned off the blade and looked at Obi-Wan. "I'll find a way to outwit my uncle, then you will can teach me and tell me more about my Father." The boy smiled. "Thank you so much, Ben, I have no words to thank you for this gift." Luke gave a bright smile.

"What the hell are you doing here, boy?" Owen appeared holding a flashlight.

Luke hid his Father's saber under his clothes and faced the uncle.

"I was gazing at the stars with Biggs' telescope." He answered.

"What this freak wizard is doing here with you?" The man asked, looking disdainfully at Ben.

"We were just talking about the stars." Obi-Wan said calmly.

"Come in, Luke, tomorrow morning I will need you, and you stay here, wasting your few sleeping hours with this crazy old man and gazing at stars that you will never achieve." The uncle said gruffly.

Luke stood, looking in anger at Owen.

"Come in, boy! Now!" Owen ordered.

"Good night, Ben, I'm sorry for..."

"Shut up and go home!" The Uncle pushed the boy. "And you…" Now he faced Obi-Wan. "Stay away from my home and my nephew."

Luke returned to the bedroom and he hid his Father's saber inside the teddy bear that Aunt Beru had given him when he was a child.

"I don't wanna see you out there at night again! Did you hear me, Luke?

"I just wanted…"

"I don't wanna know, if you want to be daydreaming, looking at stars or chatting with crazy old… I will leave you locked in the room at night." The uncle said walking toward the door.

"What?" Luke looked outraged at his Uncle.

"You're grounded, Luke!" Owen stopped at the door.

"What is this mess?" Beru came.

"I'm disciplining our headstrong and naughty nephew!" The man replied.

"Luke, what did you do, darling?" She asked.

"I was just out there with Biggs' telescope." Luke answered.

"…and talking with a crazy old man." Owen completed. "He will be grounded!" He took his wife by the arm. "C'mon Beru, let him thinking about the stupid and imprudent things he did.

Luke was locked in the room, but even he was locked there, that night had been worth it, because now he had an object that belonged to his Father, he had touched and carried with himself everywhere. From inside his bear, Luke pulled out a small hologram player, put it on the bed and played his favorite recording: The Vader's speech against the Rebel Alliance.

The boy liked to hear the deep roar of Vader's voice, the way he spoke, energetic and imperative, and the way he gestured, strong, manly and virile. Luke felt strangely aroused, "I want to meet him, I want him to look at me… but I think I'll never meet him personally… Uncle Owen will never allow." Despondent, the boy turned off the hologram and returned to hide the projector inside the teddy bear, then he took his Father's saber just to admire it.

The object had a short and thick hilt, where some buttons were embedded and above the hilt was a metal disc. Both the hilt and disk contained many exotic elements, including what appeared to be a smaller power supply that Luke had never seen. Although it had belonged to his Father it was practically new, Kenobi undoubtedly had taken care of it fondly, only a few scratches on the hilt showed that it had been used previously. Luke fell asleep holding the lightsaber, he was exhausted and feeling an immense void within himself.

~ooOoo~

In the morning, Luke woke up before everyone, put his Father's saber inside the teddy bear and picked up the projector to watch again the Lord Vader's speech.

'All that remains for me is daydreaming, dream with you touching me, caressing me, wishing me…' The boy turned on the projector and it began to play the recording. The young looked at the way the Sith talked and gesticulated; the boy began to caress his own pink nipples, pinching them and provoking the aureoles. Luke's skin was shivering with desire, his body was begging for more. Slowly he began to stroke his penis through his pants, then his hand removed the completely hard cock out and gently massaged throughout.

Luke had his eyes on Vader's holovid as his hand firmly gripped his masculinity, up and down by the length in increasingly quick and vigorous movements, until the boy exploded trying to contain his own groans as his cock splashed hot jets of semen on his belly.

The boy took a moment to realise that the door of his room had been opened and his Uncle was watching.

"Uncle Owen…" Luke scared closed his pants and sat up quickly.

"Really? I don't believe what I'm seeing!" Owen could not deny, seeing his handsome nephew touching himself that way, so wanton, had aroused him, but his morality told him it was wrong and disgusting, and wish the boy he saw grow up was vile and profane.

"Uncle Owen, I can explain…" The boy picked up the hologram player, but Owen took the object of his nephew's hand.

"Do you have any idea how that's disgusting, boy?" The Uncle shouted. "What's gotten into you? Jacking off for Darth Vader!" The older man threw the object on the ground, the trampled it and turned it in pieces

Luke took the sheet and wiped the semen of his own belly, he barely managed to finish it, he was grabbed by the arm and dragged away from the bed.

"I'll teach you to stop being promiscuous and wanton, brat!" The Owen shouted and began to remove his belt. "I honestly didn't wanna do it, Luke, but I have no choice."

The Uncle began to hit with the belt on Luke's back, legs and buttocks, Owen could not stop, It seemed to see the tears in the boy's big blue eyes was the only way to wash the dirt things he thought to do with the teenager. The spanking that Owen was giving in Luke was not so much because the erotic fantasies that the boy had with the Sith Lord, but because of the boy made his Uncle feel; the young had even more heated the desires that the older man had for him and always battled to repress. And such feelings made the farmer feel unclean and profane.

While Owen beat the boy's buttocks, he felt his body aroused, it was wrong, he knew, but to see Luke in that fragile position, showing his ass, aroused the older man, the fact that he was applying a punishment on the boy was an aphrodisiac for the farmer. It was a sadistic sense that Owen repressed for so long, but now, he could not stop.

Hearing the cries of her nephew, Beru ran into the bedroom and saw her husband out of control, hitting the boy with the leather belt.

"Uncle… please, I… I promise, I'll not do it anymore… I… I swear!" Luke was crying copiously.

"Owen, stop!" Beru grabbed her husband's arm. "Stop!"

The man stopped, he was breathless, he looked at Luke with hate.

"What happened?" The woman asked, approaching of her nephew and evaluating the bruises the belt was left on the boy's golden skin.

"This… this boy is perverted!" Owen pointed to his nephew. "I caught him masturbating and looking at the Darth Vader's holovid..."

Luke winced embarrassed, now crying silently.

"So, do you hit the boy, Owen?" Beru asked indignantly. "It's just an adolescent fantasy!"

~oooooooooooooooooOOOooooooooooooooooo~

After what happened that morning, Luke did not want to see his uncles and even less has a breakfast, he went to continue the repair of Vaporators and its damage. The boy removed his tunic for not leave it so dirty, and putted himself under a thick pipe in order to change one of the rusted valves.

After some time there struggling with those rusted bolts and washers, the young man felt hands lightly touching his legs, scared he left the place where he was and he faced his Uncle looking at him strangely.

"What do you need, Uncle Owen?" The boy asked staring at his own feet, mortified with shame for what happened that morning.

Owen moved closer of his nephew and began to caress the boy's face with his calloused hands.

"I need to make an agreement with you, Luke… an agreement that may not involve your aunt." Owen began to stroke the boy's lips.

"What are you talking about, Uncle?" Luke tried to run away of the touch, but he was arrested against the condenser by the larger body of his Uncle. "Hey, let me go!"

"Shhh…" Owen whispered in the boy's ear and then licked it. "Be a good boy, and let the Uncle fuck you."

"What?" The boy screamed.

"Shhh... silence, your aunt will hear us." The older man began to open the boy's pants.

Luke began to cry, it had never crossed his mind.

"C'mon, Luke… you can pretend that I am your Lord Vader, huh? What do you think?"

"No!" The boy cried seeing his Uncle removing the belt. "Please, Uncle Owen, don't do that!"

"So long that I've been watching you, brat, you and your skin, hair and perfect eyes, your smell…" Owen began to rub his nose on the boy's neck curve. "You are my doom! I'm tired of wishing you and cannot touch!"

Owen started licking the boy's neck and sometimes biting the soft skin. Luke could only be disgusted by his Uncle's behavior.

"Your skin is like silk…" He started rubbing his erection obscenely in one of his nephew's thighs. "What I saw this morning drove me crazy horny, did you know? You, wanton, touching yourself and moaning like that… Luke, you drive me crazy!"

Desperate, Luke began to grope among the pipes where his back was supported looking for something he could use as a weapon. To his relief, he found a heavy tool used to push big gears.

"Stay away from me!" Luke hits Owen's head. "You disgust me!"

The boy ran back to the house, entered his room picked up another tunic, his backpack, some supplies, his teddy bear (containing his Father's lightsaber) and piloted his speeder into the wilderness.

'I hope Ben give me shelter! I'm not going to back here!' the boy thought sadly because he loved his aunt.

Luke piloted for a while until he came to a rock formation where he could take shelter from the suns, his water was already running out.

Looking for put the thoughts in the place and calm down himself, the young leaned against a stone and opened the backpack searching for cereal bars. The boy tried to find an answer to what his Uncle had tried to do, the farmer had never given any sign of any sexual feeling towards his nephew, somehow Luke was feeling guilty, as if he had triggered such behavior in his Uncle, but he knew that was not true; Owen has always felt attracted by his nephew, but he had never shown those feelings.

~oooOooo~

The Suns were already going down at this time, when Luke awoke from his daydreams at the sound of raised voices. Quickly the boy hid in a crack in the rocks and began to observe the scene was happening a few meters away.

"Jabba has lost patience with you!" A humanoid said, his voice was distorted by a synthesizer. He was wearing a very old armor, full of rusty parts and marks of laser shots, the gorjal appeared to have been patched up several times and the same could be said of the breastplate. Luke could not see his face, because the man was wearing a helmet looking like a gas mask corroded by the rust.

The creature was dragging a human dressed a tunic cream completely ripped, full of blood and dusty.

"Where did you hide the spices, your thief?" He threw the man against the floor.

"Okay… okay… I say!" The stocky man shouted, he seemed to have been terribly tortured, his face was livid, full of cuts and bruises. "They are all here…" He pointed to a crack between the rocks.

Luke further shrank, trying not to attract the attention of the men, but he was not successful.

"Guys, what's that in the middle of those stones?" The humanoid pointed to where Luke was.

A Rodian who was with the rusty armor humanoid walked toward Luke with his gun-toting.

The Rodian gave several orders, but the boy could not understand a word of what the creature was saying, but the boy knew he should to leave, because the Rodian pointed him a blaster and was gesturing angrily.

"Please…" Luke came out awkwardly from his hiding place, raising his hands. "Don't shoot."

The Rodian grabbed Luke's arm, dragged him to the others and threw him on the floor, next to the tattered human. Kneeling on the sandy ground, the boy could clearly see that his captors were in a group of five, the humanoid with rusty, two Rodians, one green and one blue, a reptilian that the boy thought was a Trandoshan and a human using a prosthetic eye.

The boy became tense when he saw the reptilian inspect his backpack, but he paid little attention to the objects and then he returned it to the teenager.

"We can't let this kid go." Said the leader (the humanoid who Luke saw first). "If he spill the beans…"

"I will not speak…"

"Shut up!" The creature ordered. "Arrest him... we will take him to Jabba, he will tell us what to do with that brat."

"Maybe we won a reward…" The Trandoshan hissed.

"Please… please… let me go…" Luke begged. "I won't tell to anyone."

"I've told you to shut up, brat!" The leader slapped the boy's head and threw him into a scrapped land speeder.

The two Rodians and the Trandoshan were using speeder bikes and the others were in the landspeeder. The thief of spices was tied with Luke on the back of vehicle, the young tried several times to say it was a misunderstanding and he would not say anything to anyone, but were words thrown to the wind, the only answer that the boy received was a slap in his face. Realizing that it would does not help to argue with the men, the boy remained silent during the trip to the Jabba's palace.

~oooooooooooooooooOOOooooooooooooooooo~

When they arrived, the boy was dragged into the palace with the man who had been tortured. The young had heard various stories about the gangster, but he had never seen him. The only words that Luke found to define Jabba were: Disgusting, loathsome, filthy and stinking.

"We find this brat spying on us!" The humanoid leader took Luke closer to the Hutt.

"Iwas not spying… sir... I... was just passing by." Luke was controlling himself not to show all the disgust he felt for gangster.

Jabba said something in an unintelligible language to Luke, but it looked very fun to the Hutt and the Twi'lek who accompanied him.

"Come on, brat!" The Twi'lek grabbed Luke's arm and began to pull him to another room. "Jabba liked you, Now, he owns you!"

"What?" Luke shouted and began to struggle trying at all costs to release. "No… no… Let me go… let me…"

Other Jabba's henchmen who had brought Luke, had to intervene and they were easily able to overpower him, they put a metal collar on him and then they threw him into a large cell with other people who should be Jabba's slaves too.

"Please!" Luke yelled grabbing the cell grids. "This is a mistake, please, let me go…" But no one paid attention to his appeals.

Resigned, the young sat in a corner and silent cries, and there he fell asleep because of fatigue. Luke spent several days in that cell, the boy tried to count them, but there, he did not see the light of the suns nor his meals were regular, then quickly the boy lost the counts.

~oooooooooooooooooOOOooooooooooooooooo~

"Hey, boy!" A female Twi'lek with green skin poked Luke to wake him up. "Jabba want to see you." The beautiful humanoid said with a sad look. "Wear it!" She handed him a strange kind of metallic underwear and a pair of boots. "Bib Fortuna will come for you soon."

Without other choice, the young dressed the indecent clothes and he went to the cell door wait for Fortuna get him.

"Come on, brat… the great Jabba has business to attend with you!" The same male Twi'lek who now Luke knew was called Bib Fortuna began to laugh as he fastened a thick chain on the boy's collar. "And swallow up the cry!"

Luke was taken to the gangster, and Jabba seemed to be very pleased to see him. The chain that was stuck in the Luke's neck was handed to the Hutt and he pulled it at once making the boy collide with his body. 'Gods, I pray this is just a nightmare!' The young felt his stomach revolt when Jabba licked his face. The gangster's hands began to grope the boy's skin.

Luke thought that such situation so humiliating and disgusting, now he would have to submit himself to the wishes of that stinking Hutt. 'I wanna die…'

But the boy's martyrdom did not last so long, because someone interrupted the Hutt's libidinous activities.

"Oh great Jabba… the Lady that you were waiting to discuss business finally arrived." Bib Fortuna announced the arrival of a middle-aged woman, with long black hair and almond-shaped eyes and skin. Her full lips were colored red wine and she wore very stylish jewelry and clothes (a ruby necklace and earrings, a long black dress and a silk shawl in the same color as the dress).

Jabba has hinted that he was delighted to see her and began to give full attention to the woman, and she did not take her eyes off Luke.

"Jabba, we have an agreement for years, and you know I always come pick up my slaves personally, always seeking the most beautiful…" She looked at Luke. "and healthy... I come here to business. I need of two young, a girl and a boy." Again she looked at the boy.

The Hutt and the woman were arguing and gesturing for a long time, she insisted and pointed to Luke, but Jabba always denied until the woman threw a bag of money on the floor.

"That's my last offer Jabba." The woman said primly. "I'm paying the price of two slaves by this boy."

The gangster reluctantly agrees, but greedy as he was, his eyes lit up for the big bag of money. Giving one last lick on the boy's face, Jabba pushed the boy toward the woman.

"Wise decision, Jabba." The woman smiled. "Now..." She looked at Luke. "Dress up this cloak, child, I do not want your beautiful and soft skin burns with the Suns."

"Can I get my belongings, Lady?" The young asked shyly.

"Don't worry about clothes, I'll give you better and more luxurious things than those your rags, darling." She smiled.

"I just want to get… my teddy bear." The boy lowered his head a little embarrassed.

"Aww… of course you can, sweetie." Her eyes twinkled. That toy would underline the infant and pure aura that the boy exhaled, and it was very, very interesting for the strange Madam.

Luke obeyed and promptly dressed the gray cloak that the woman offered to him. "Anything is better than being sex slave of this disgusting Hutt." The boy walked to the cell and asked for the same Twi'lek who had given him the clothes, for she takes his teddy bear and then he returned to with his buyer.

"Come on, baby." The woman held the chain attached on the boy's neck and began to lead him out of the gangster's palace.

They walked a few minutes in silence to the hangar where the strange woman's ship was.

"Madam Samantha…" A tall, bald and burly man said. "Your ship is ready to leave." He had green eyes, full and designed lips and a brown beard; He was a handsome man, but did not seem good-natured, his gaze resembled the look of a viper ready for attack.

"Perfect, Otoo." She pulled Luke to enter.

~oooOooo~

Already adequately accommodated inside the ship, the woman faced Luke:

"What's your name, and your age, my handsome boy?" Asked the woman gently touching the boy's face.

"My… my name is Luke, I'm seventeen, soon I will complete eighteen." The boy decided not to give his last name, because his Father had been a Jedi and perhaps it was dangerous to let they know his provenance.

"Well, Luke, I'm Madam Samantha." She stroked the teenager's face again. "And you will work for me in my "home" in Coruscant."

Luke nodded. 'Coruscant?' Thought the boy scared. Be leaving Tatooine for a long journey across the galaxy was not exciting him, on the contrary, it only added to the feeling that there was something wrong. He would be slave of this rich madam, but what exactly he would do on Coruscant? What is the work this woman would give to him?

"Do you want to get some sleep, baby?" The woman asked smiling.

"If you don't mind..."

"Of course not. Rest... I want you to feel good when we arrive at Coruscant." Madame Samantha went to the table and picked up a bottle. "Drink some of this, it will make you sleep and will reinvigorate you."

Without hesitation the boy picked up a glass and drank the tin reddish liquid, and soon he began to feel sleepy. Luke lay on the floor and tried to sleep. In a few moments the young fell asleep, enjoying his peaceful sleep.

~oooooooooooooooooOOOooooooooooooooooo~

When he awoke, Luke was lying on a simple single bed in a small room with white walls, yet warm, an old woman (she immediately reminded him of his Aunt Beru) was putting new clothes on an old wooden sideboard carved in a beautiful floral design. And sitting on a comfortable chair was Madam Samantha watching him with a sly smile.

"I'm glad you woke, Luke honey." She said excitedly. "I want to ask you a few questions, please answer me honestly."

"Yes, Madam, what do you want to know?" Luke sat up.

"Are you a virgin, baby? Or Jabba…?"

The boy violently blushed at the question. "I'm still a virgin, I've never have sex with a girl, or a… boy." Luke said, he was already imagining the worst was to come.

"Perfect!" The woman said rising from the chair. "Dinah…" She looked at the woman who arranged the clothes to Luke. "Prepare this boy, I'll sell him today, I'm sure he will be sold for an exorbitant amount." She left the room satisfied with herself.

"Sell me?" Luke asked stunned facing Dinah. "What is she talking about?"

"She will auction your virginity…" The woman sat down next to the boy on the bed. "Don't you understand it yet? Here is a brothel, child... Poor baby, so naive!"

"Bro... brothel?" Big tears started streaming down the boy's face, he knew, good things he should not expect from Samantha, but it was horrible, desolate he grabbed the teddy bear that Aunt Beru had given to him, with his Father's lightsaber hidden in there. 'I could never be like my Father, Ben is light years away and I'll never learn how to use my Father's weapon.'

"I'm so sorry, baby!" Dinah stroked the wet boy's face. "A boy like you should be studying, going to parties, getting drunk and having a beautiful girlfriend, and not locked up here in this place…"

The woman went into the bathroom and began to prepare the boy's bath.

"I will prepare your bath, I will moisturize your hair and spend a delightful perfumed oil on your skin, then I will dress you with a very beautiful clothe." She was trying to cheer the boy, but it was not helping in fact it was contributing to get worse.

Resigned, Luke took the bath, even bathing in a shower with real water did not left him animated, and, of course, the shame of be naked in front of a woman.

"Now let's see what you're going to wear, honey." Dinah took various clothes, one more indecent than other. "Which do you prefer, angel?"

"I… I don't know…" He said confused. "Is there nothing more decent?"

"Luke, I'm so sorry, I only have these." The old woman said sadly.

Without alternative, the boy picked up an outfit any and dressed (a tiny blue panties and a pair of black high-heeled shoes.) "How will I walk with this crap?" He looked in the mirror, the marks of beating Owen had given him were still lightly visible.

"Luke, I'm so sorry, but I have to take you to the auction room." The woman said full of empathy.

The young nodded and followed the woman to the room. It was a small place where only a sideboard served furniture, and on it was one Holonet transmitter.

"What a strange place…" He said, walking in the room.

"Only the customers can see you." The woman explained. "Good luck, the gods protect you." She closed the door leaving the boy locked in that claustrophobic room.

Embarrassed to know he was being watched, Luke tried not to think of how many people were there analyzing him like he was a piece of meat. 'And I wanted so much to make Father proud, but I was turned into a rent boy and here I am locked in a whorehouse.' The boy fought against the urge to cry.

The time in that room did not seem to pass, fear was taking the boy. After many agonizing minutes, a red light flashed inside the room and the door was opened.

"Congratulations, Luke." Madam Samantha walked the room. "Go upstairs and your room is 302, It is where your customer is waiting. And remember to say that you are 18, do you understand?" The woman warned.

"Yes, Lady." Said the discouraged boy.

"Here's everything you need to know about him" The woman gave a small notepad to Luke. "You must be discreet!"

Luke nodded and began to read: 'Please treat the customer very well, because he is an Admiral of the Imperial Fleet. Be respectful!'

The boy walked up the stairs stumbling and twisting his feet because the damned high heel shoes. 'I don't wanna have sex with this man…' The boy thought.

He has gone through a luxurious room, where masked customers were practicing an orgy. Luke had never seen it and stood watching completely dumbfounded. Realizing that be stand at the door watching an orgy was not the right thing to, he quickened his pace to get out of that place. After a long dimly lit corridor, the boy finally came to room 302, taking a deep breath and suppressing all the tears, the fear, the anger and humiliation he came in.

"G-good evening Admiral… tonight I will serve you." Stammered the boy.

"What a lovely child!" Ozzel rose and walked to Luke taking the boy's hand and kissing it. "Wow, what a lovely young, how lucky I am. Much more beautiful in person…" Admiral stroked the boy's face, causing some disgust in him; he was trying at all costs to keep the neutral expression.

"Thanks." Luke thanked, he did not want to show weakness to the man, he would be at least one-third of man that his Father was. "So… What do you wish? I'm at your service." These last words almost ripped up the boy's heart, he held the cry, and kept the serene face. He did not know what to expect from Madam Samantha, so he should behave… but that man caused him so much disgust, what to do?

"Oh, of course, how could I forget? Your beauty enchanted me so much that I barely remembered that I bought you at the auction. Sit here… my little bitch…" The older man slapped his own thighs smirking. Luke felt really offended and he could not resist the urge to punch the Admiral's face.

"Are you crazy, boy? I'm going to call Madam Samantha immediately!" The man practically shouted as he struggled to get up, it was when Luke punched the man again so hard that it made him fall unconscious. That was his chance for escape. Luke ran to the door, he would seek a way out of that place.

Luke ran downstairs looking for a door, a direct exit to the street, but when he found it did not open, to his despair. Not knowing what to do he began to punch and kick the door in order to break it, but was not successful. The boy ran to the window; and to his misfortune he bumped into Otoo the Madam Samantha's bodyguard and pilot.

"What the hell is going on?" The woman has appeared beside the brute. The bawd was with Admiral at her side. "You fucking brat!" She yelled. "What did you do?" She slapped the boy's face.

"I'm not going to pay for this insolent brat!" The Admiral said he was still dizzy.

"Please, forgive me Admiral Ozzel." The woman asked solemnly. "He is new here and very naive."

The man did not listen, he just straightened up and began to going up the stairs. "I'm waiting for you in your office, Samantha!"

"I'll join you soon, Admiral." The bawd turned to face her henchman and her slave. "Otoo…" Samantha almost yelled. "Take this brat to his room. I want to teach politeness to him."

"Yes, Madam." The bodyguard took the boy to the room almost dragged by his hair, as the madam followed them seething, because she has lost a customer so loyal and, of course, the money of the auction.

Luke was thrown into the room and locked with Samantha and Otoo.

"Hold him, Otoo! I wanna give a lesson in this brat!" The bawd shouted, walking from side to other, like a caged beast.

The bodyguard grabbed Luke's arms.

"I release you from being a sex slave of that stinky and disgusting Hutt…" The woman slapped the boy's face. "…and is this how you thank me?" She slapped him again. "You scare one of my best…" Another slap. "...and oldest customers." Another blow. "I should let Otoo spank you! But I am good…" Another slap. "…and I don't wanna him to ruin your skin…" Other blow. "I will correct you by myself, and…" Another slap. "if it happen again... I'll let Otoo give you a beating that you will never forget." She straightened her hair, and again she assumed the pose of rich madam. "Release him, Otoo."

Luke was thrown on the bed, the right side of his face was blood red.

"DINAH!" Samantha called.

"I'm here, Lady." The old woman came running into the room.

"Put ice on this insolent brat's face!" The bawd pointed to Luke he remained lying on the bed. "I don't want his pretty face swollen! Because tomorrow I will auction him again and I hope he is a good boy and give a good treatment to the customer."

"Yes, Lady." Dinah ran into the kitchen picked the ice up, and quickly returned.

Samantha and Otoo already had left the room.

"What happened, baby?" Dinah asked, she sat on the bed and pulled Luke for he lay down his head in her lap. "I've never seen Madam Samantha so angry." She put the ice on the boy's face.

"I punched the customer!" Luke answered. "He sickened me… so disgusting… I did not want him to touch me."

"Poor baby!" The woman stroked the boy's hair. Cheer for that next auction a woman or a handsome man buys you."

"It's all that remains for me." Luke said discouraged. "Damn idea of running away from home, maybe if I had stayed at home and endured my Uncle, it would be better."

"Why did you run away, son?" Dinah asked.

"My Uncle tried to rape me…" The boy began to spill the tears he was holding.

"Oh my God!" The woman stared at the boy. "I'm so sorry, Luke."

Dinah took care of Luke until he fell asleep, she only left the room after had sure that the boy would not be with a swollen face.

~oooooooooooooooooOOOooooooooooooooooo~

Luke woke up the next day hoping that everything was a horrible nightmare, but it was not, there he was lying on the bed and locked in that damn brothel. He rose from the bed and he went to the bathroom to take a shower and brush his teeth. "At least my face didn't swell." He looked at his red cheek.

"Good morning, Luke…" Dinah walked into the room. "Almost good afternoon!" She smiled putting a tray of fruit and a bowl of soup. "Come and eat, before it gets cold."

Luke came out, he was rolling in the towel and sat on the bed to eat.

"Thanks, it looks delicious." He said picking up the bowl of soup.

"I will have to make up your face to cover up this redness." She said sitting beside the boy.

"When she will sell me?" Luke asked flatly.

"Soon…" The old woman said. "The customers are coming."

Luke ate and then brush his teeth, when he returned to the room, he chose one of indecent clothes that were available (A tiny red panties, black 7/8 socks and black high heels shoes) he dressed, and then he had the redness of his face made-up.

"Done, baby!" Dinah said, putting the finishing touches. "Go to the auction room."

"Thanks, Dinah." Luke kissed the woman's face, she reminded his aunt.

"Good luck!" She smiled. "And bring your teddy bear with you! It seems that Madam Samantha wants you to show yourself more childlike as possible."

'It was just what I needed, the customers must be a pack of pedophiles!' Thought the boy, taking the stuffed toy and leaving the room.

Luke walked to the room, took a deep breath and entered. He remained there for hours and hours, he was tired of parading from side to other in that cubicle, until the red light indicating that he could get out was kindled.

"Wow, boy!" Madam Samantha grabbed Luke, she had a huge smile. "You broke the record of collection!" She looked at the boy seriously. "Try not to mess it up this time!" She handed the notepad to the boy.

'Respect to the maximum, this client, treat him very well and be a good boy…' Luke had read it feeling urge to roll his eyes, but when he continued reading his heart began to beat wildly. 'Your customer today, will be the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Fleet…' When finished reading, the boy was wide-eyed.

"L-Lord Vader?" Luke stared at the madam in amazement.

"Yeah!" She smiled. "Treat him well, and be nice! Do whatever he wants." The bawd gave a malicious look to the boy. "I hear he's very good in bed. He is wild... room 219" The woman smiled. "What are you waiting for, Luke? Go!"

"Yes… yes Lady!" Luke ran toward the bedroom.

Luke came apprehensive in the room, he was shaking from head to toe, but what made his heart race was the sound of Vader's respirator.

"G-good afternoon… m-my Lord…" The boy said nervously. "I… I am here… to serve you."

"Come here, child." Vader called him, the Sith was sitting on a luxury chair. 'The Force is strong with this one.' It was not only the Luke's beauty that attracted Darth Vader, but the Force has also drawn the Sith Lord attention. 'A boy so beautiful and the Force is so strong in him… I have many ideas for you, baby boy.'

The boy approached, he was trembling and shy.

"How can I serve you?" Asked the boy, he stopped in front of the older man.

"Sit here…" The Dark Lord invited the boy to sit on his lap. "Let's talk a little bit."

Shyly the boy sat, his face was red pepper.

"You're shaking." Vader stroked the boy's thighs. "Do not be afraid, I will not hurt you, that's not my intention."

The Sith began to caress the boy's filled lips with one of his gloved hands, while the other hand gently touched his thighs.

"What's your name, child?" The Dark Lord asked seductively.

"Is…Luke!" He said with a slight smile.

"How old are you?" Vader began to caress the boy's pink nipples.

"I'm sev… eighteen…" Luke answered breathlessly.

"You're just a boy…" The Sith said, pushing some locks of hair from the boy's face. "Have you ever had a girlfriend? Boyfriend?"

"No, Sir!" Luke answered flushed. "I've never kissed anyone's lips. And I've never…"

"Well… I unfortunately cannot offer you my lips to you kiss…" Vader said touching the boy's mouth. "I really wanted to kiss your pretty and sweet little mouth…"

Luke smiled shyly, picked up the Sith's hand and placed a gentle kiss on it.

"Luke…" The older man held the boy's face and made him look at him. "Tell me… where are you from?"

"I'm from Tatooine, my Lord." He answered.

"And how did you end up here?" Vader asked amazed, he really was curious about this boy. "Don't lie to me." The Sith used all his Force Persuasion.

"I…" Luke looked away from Vader's eyes. "I ran away from home, because my Uncle… well we lived fighting… I know I should be grateful for everything he and my aunt had did for me, they take me when I was orphaned, I was a baby… they gave me a home and food, but my Uncle would not let me have my life, he tied me on that farm, but that was not what made me run away from home… please do not think I am ungrateful…" The boy lowered his head. "I ran away because he tried… he tried to rape me…" Luke tried to hold back the tears, but he could not, they began to stream down his face constantly. "I was captured by Jabba the Hutt, sold to Madam Samantha and ... here I am."

Vader frowned, 'I thought that the boy was here of his own free will… and not that he was a slave and he was being forced into prostitution.' He stroked the child's face drying his tears, a sense of outrage and pity came more and more upon the Sith. 'And why should I care? Why? He's just a rent boy! A little bitch! Why do I care about him?" The desires of take care and protect the boy he barely knew was disturbing.

"Forgive me, my Lord, I'm boring you…" The young tried to swallow up the tears, and then look at Vader's eyes again.

"You aren't boring me!" The Sith noticed the redness in the child's cheek and belt marks on his thighs. 'What is this?" Vader touched the injuries.

"I... I punched the customer's face he had bought me at the auction yesterday, and I did not let him touch me… he disgusted me." The boy looked away again. "Madam Samantha punished me for it. And the marks on my thighs are from the punishment I've received it from my Uncle."

Vader remained for several minutes without a word. What made Luke nervous, but the boy did not dare to break the silence.

The Sith began to investigate the child's mind, trying to find who was the man who had bought him and he had punched, and how the boy had been punished. The only part shrouded in cloudiness was his Uncle, Vader could see the man's face, a familiar face, but he could not find the man's name. The Dark Lord didn't quite understand why he was so worried about this so charming little one.

"Luke, forgive me, but it's getting late… I need to go, but I promise you, I'll come back tomorrow." Lord Vader said calmly, caressing the boy's face with one of his gloved hands.

"B-but, Sir, won't you... won't we to fu…" The boy was so embarrassed that he could not speak. "Didn't you like me? Didn't you find me handsome?

"Of course I liked you! And found you very handsome... you are charming. Trust me, I'll be back tomorrow. Good evening, beautiful boy." The Sith took the boy from his lap and stood up to leave the room.

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Darth Vader walked in long strides to Madame Samantha's office, his old acquaintance. The man pushed the door and there she was, sitting like a queen on her red wine leather armchair and sipping whiskey.

"Lord Vader, this is a surprise… what are you doing here?" The bawd had a sweet, false and cloying tone of voice. "Why did you come back? I thought you were enjoying my newest jewel."

"And I come to talk about your new jewel. I want full exclusivity, Samantha. I want the boy to answer me and only me." Lord Vader smiled behind the mask and laced his fingers.