I appreciate your comments, everyone, they really encourage me! I'm not too keen on writing rape scenes, but since its kind of necessary for the plot I tried hard to keep it tasteful and discreet; I'm glad it didn't turn out too bad. But from the number of reviews this story's been getting, it looks like I must've scared a lot of people off! But I will fix everything eventually . . .

Tschubi-chan: That sounds like a great book series, I'll have to check that out! Doubt the library has it though, lol. And thanks for your comments, I'm glad that you found my characterizations to be okay. :)

Sith Jesto: there won't be any mpreg in this story (its already written), but I have considered writing a story with it and I see what you mean about a turning point. I decided not to put it in this story, though, since it already has a high "squick" factor and I know some people don't like mpreg.

Chapter 3

Vader strode confidently down the corridor towards his quarters, eagerly anticipating what awaited him there. Last night had been positively orgasmic, and not just literally. There was something incredibly erotic and sensual about forcing sex on his former Master, but he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. Palming open the door and heading directly to his bedroom, Vader paused in the doorway for a moment and took in, with great relish, the sight of Obi-Wan on his bed; naked, bloody, and beautiful. But as much as he liked his handiwork to be visible, the blood just had to go. There was no way that he was sleeping in that mess, and he decided to try to be a bit neater next time.

Approaching the bed, he saw that Obi-Wan was looking at him. He had the same calm expression on his face, but there was something else there as well that made Vader slightly uneasy. Ignoring the feeling, Vader moved closer and undid the cuffs that he had used to keep Obi-Wan on the bed after they had finished last night. "Clean up," he ordered brusquely, motioning towards the 'fresher unit. "You will wear what I give you."

Obi-Wan seemed to ignore him, but rose stiffly and made his way gingerly to the 'fresher and shut the door behind him. And Vader allowed it, because as much as he would have enjoyed watching, he had to order the bed changed and find something for Obi-Wan to wear. And damned if he would allow him the dignity of dressing like a Jedi. He had ordered one of his underlings to find something appropriately revealing and humiliating, but there had been nothing delivered to him yet. Making a note to severely inconvenience said underling, Vader strode over to his own wardrobe and began rifling through it. Though he doubted Obi-Wan would care to wear anything that belonged to a Sith Lord, he decided that most of his own garments were far too dignified anyway. So, he would have to find something else.

A few minutes later Obi-Wan stepped out of the 'fresher, clad only in a scant black towel. His hair, still wet, clung to his neck and face in stark contrast to his ghost-like skin. Piercingly blue eyes looked at him, in both question and challenge, making Vader want to slam the other man into a wall right then and there. But he would restrain himself and wait, allowing the tension to build up; but for who, he was not sure.

"Get dressed," Vader said, gesturing imperiously towards the bed.

Obi-Wan walked over to the bed with obvious difficulty, and eyed the clothes that lay on it dubiously. "I'd prefer the towel," he said dryly as he sat down on the edge.

"You will wear them," Vader said menacingly. "It matters little to me which one of us puts them on you." Though he rather hoped that Obi-Wan would refuse, so he could put the clothes on that lithe body himself.

Glancing to the side, Obi-Wan let out a quiet sigh that was a mix of resignation and exasperation, but dropped the towel and began to pull on the clothing that Vader had found for him. It was a lovely, finely made outfit of cream colored silk, consisting of a sheer sleeveless top and cropped, clingy pants. It was a just a bit tighter on Obi-Wan than it was meant to be, but that only added to its appeal. As Obi-Wan slid it over his slim, well-muscled body, Vader felt a pang of fondness at the sight of the familiar garment being worn again, but quickly squashed it.

"I do hope Padmé will forgive me for borrowing her night clothes without asking," Obi-Wan said with a humorless smile. "Or did she give them to you?" he asked flippantly.

Vader felt anger boil up in him at the unwanted reminder of his traitorous former wife, and he stalked over to glower at Obi-Wan. "I will do what I please with them. As I will with you," he said threateningly.

"Haven't you already?" came the maddeningly calm reply.

"Do not fool yourself into thinking that I would let you die so easily," Vader replied coldly as he once again chained Obi-Wan to the bed. "There's still so much more fun to be had."

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After thoroughly groping him and biting him in several glaringly obvious places, Anakin had left Obi-Wan alone again, still chained to the bed. Obi-Wan was beginning to rather dislike the bed, and wished he could just sit on the floor. Unfortunately, the bed was large and the chain of his cuffs was short, so he was stuck on it. Removing the cuffs would not be too difficult, but it would not help him escape and his situation was bad enough that he didn't feel the need to provoke Anakin any further.

Somehow, he had the distinct feeling that things were going to get much, much worse before they got any better. His prediction, minus the getting better part, proved to be true later that evening when Anakin returned. The young Sith seated himself and Obi-Wan at a small table, and eyed Obi-Wan with a predatory gaze as he went about eating his evening meal.

"Eat," Anakin commanded, but Obi-Wan just shook his head. Though the guards that had checked on him during the day had let him use the 'fresher, they hadn't fed him, so he was quite hungry. But he could easily go without food for the amount of time that he had remaining to live, and he didn't want to give Anakin the satisfaction of having yet another thing to hold over him. "Always the stubborn one," Anakin commented with a smirk as he slid a forkful of meat into his mouth. "But that is your problem, not mine," he said after he had finished chewing.

Not wanting to give his captor any topic for further discussion, Obi-Wan simply sat patiently at the table. Clearing his mind, he closed his eyes and reached out to the Force to find his inner calm. It hummed around him reassuringly, soothing his jangled nerves, and taking his worry.

A hard slap across his face brought him abruptly back from his meditations. "Stop that." Anakin said harshly, looking somewhat rattled. "I didn't say you could do that."

"I hardly require your leave to meditate, Anakin," Obi-Wan said calmly. He knew that his words would only anger Anakin, but at that moment he couldn't bring himself to care.

Anakin carefully placed his fork back down on the table. "It seems that I have still not made it clear who is in charge here," he said deliberately, narrowing his eyes. Before Obi-Wan knew what was happening, Anakin was in his face and hauling him over to the bed again for a repeat of last night.

And thus a pattern was formed. Several days passed, each one of which Obi-Wan spent meditating and watching the stars streak by while chained to the large, much-loathed bed. In the evening Anakin would return and have evening meal, which Obi-Wan refused, save for some water. And then he was shoved onto the bed, violated, and forced to sleep next to the man who had done it.

All in all, it was not a pleasant existence, and Obi-Wan was beginning to wish that Anakin would kill him already and get it over with, since escaping from the bowels of a galaxy-class Imperial war ship was beyond even his abilities.

But on the fifth day, something changed; the stars stopped streaking by. Morbidly and irresistibly curious, Obi-Wan escaped from his cuffs, not caring by now what Anakin would do in retaliation. He padded over to the window on the far side of the bedroom, taking care not to jar his abused body, and his eyes widened at the sight that greeted him. Having called it home for so much of his life, Obi-Wan instantly recognized the city-planet of Coruscant, even from above. But Imperial City was nothing like the home that he had known.

"We have arrived." Anakin's smooth, cold voice from behind him caused him to start slightly, and he mentally berated himself for having let his attention wander. "My Master the Emperor is most anxious to see you."

So perhaps this was how he was to die; at the hands of Darth Sidious. It would surely be painful, but a small part of him was glad that Anakin would probably not be the one to kill him.

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Is this story just not appropriate for There won't be anything graphic, but I wonder if this is even a good place to post it.