Okay, earlier I said it gets a bit horrible in here, I probably didn't make myself as clear as perhaps I should have.

There are torture scenes that (depending on your sensitivity to violence) could sicken you. Think hard about whether or not you want to continue.


Barriss woke up, feeling cold, feeling the hard surface she was resting on, feeling something on her wrists.

They were bound in front of her, but on opening her eyes, she realised they were force suppression cuffs.

She also realised she was in a GAR prison cell.

Well. Not so much GAR any more, that karker Palpatine, or Darth Sidious, has now made the Republic into the Empire. GAE.

Barriss sat up. She was still wearing that disguise of hers, and her head felt like it was going to explode, and it felt like her right ankle was fractured, both skins felt like they had been bruised ...

She had this memory of being spun around and thrown against the side of the Grand Convocation, it's a wonder she didn't end up dead.

Had she ended up dead though, that would have left Yoda's life signs preventing detonation.

So, what was the situation? Was Yoda dead, or Sidious?

If Sidious was dead, did Yoda forget to rescue her, or was he forced to leave?

Or did Yoda still hate her for framing Ahsoka and making the entire council look like mugs?

She still didn't know if they had been successful.

Until Sidious and Mas walked into view outside the force field, lowering it and entering.

"Still alive are you?" asked Barriss.

"Yes, Barriss. You failed. Yoda failed. And now you can do nothing."

Barriss walked around nodding. She then asked "so, what happens when the euphoria of victory wears out and senators and constituents start realising what they've gone and done?"

"They'll comply because they know what's good for them," said Sidious. He then said "By the way, I'd like to thank you for once again entrenching public approval for the Jedi purge, yes, you and Yoda attacking me, and that bomb of yours? It's interesting how all your plans seem to backfire so spectacularly, remember how you meant to destroy my clone army but instead irradiated your master? How you melted her guts and killed her so painfully slowly?"

"Laugh it up, slime ball." Said Barriss, she then added "Sith empires have been defeated in spite of higher numbers of Sith Lords, and you may have reduced the Jedi to a mere handful, but your secret's out now. Remind me, including yourself, how many Sith do you have?" Damn it though, Sidious was right, every time she planned something like that, it seemed to go completely tits and lekku up.

"Do not worry yourself about my survival, you want to worry about yourself, see, this may or may not have escaped your attention, but," Sidious telekinetically slammed Barriss face first into the end wall of her cell, and walked over to her drawing his sabre, slowly closing on her. He pressed the shroud of his sabre into her back just under her ribcage, he continued "You're wearing force suppression cuffs, in an imperial custody suite, guarded by hundreds of clones itching for an excuse to end your life, because do you know how they feel about Kamino? Not to mention the members of their very unit you killed when you were fitting up Ahsoka. ... ... Yes, they want a piece of you," he ground the pointed parts of the shroud against her back, possibly breaking skin, she couldn't tell, all she knew was it hurt, and having this Sith bastard right up next to her but being unable to do the galaxy a favour and end him was doing her nut in.

He then pulled back, dragging the shroud hard up her back next to her spine, if not breaking skin, at the very least bruising it, it followed the contour of every rib, pressing into the nerve bundles emerging from her spines. It was now pointing down in a reverse grip. He then pressed her against the wall by the scruff of his neck as he telekinetically pulled her dress out.

She then heard the sabre light, the heat radiating off of it warming her back. The dress fell against the blade and Sidious cut it the rest of the way to the hem.

He released her neck, Barriss stood still, not wanting to move with her dress open like this. It would be pretty humiliating to be stood in front of this pair of twats in her underwear.

What was even more humiliating was the next thing Sidious did which was pull out her bra strap against the blade and then her knickers, cutting the waist on each side of the crotch.

He stepped back, probably pitching a tent at the view of her arse crack. Barriss remained still, having this weird impression that if she stayed still and silent long enough, they would just go away. That was obviously wishful thinking, but those were her instincts and currently she was shavit out of better ideas.

"No more backtalk Barriss?" asked Sidious.

"What's changed? You're still a Sith Lord," said Barriss. It went against everything she was taught about escaping captivity to challenge the authority of the captor when you're without an escape plan, let alone just got there with no clue what you're going to do for escape aids or methods, but being reduced to Sidious's play thing was burning away in her mind. On the other hand, if Barriss overplayed submission, Sidious would just dial up the abuse faster.

The next thing Sidious did was telekinetically slam her against the other end of the cell, she was now facing out with her dress and bra falling down her arms, exposing her breasts to them. It was really hard to look at the pair of them, she itched all over, tears were filling her sinuses and threatened to spill over, but she also hated the idea of letting him know how badly this was getting to her, so she kept her expression as neutral as possible. Aside from holding into that one piece of dignity (if it can be called that at this stage), it might be useful to see how they behaved around her. Sidious then telekinetically pulled the dress up, her hands following them. He then slowly cut the dress along the sleeves. He looked down at Barriss's breasts as he did, commenting "You know, it's hard to stay focused with such a lovely view. I do hope I don't accidentally cut your fingers off just yet. I want to save doing that for later."

Her pubic mound was fully exposed too. She kept the pubes down to about 5mm for some reason, she couldn't work out why she did it, she just wanted them to look a certain way. Mas could definitely see her labia from where he was, in fact he crouched down for a better view, grinning evilly. Every time those two looked at her or indicated their enjoyment of seeing her naked, under their control, made the itching and nausea worse.

Barriss's hands survived unscathed as the dress finally detached, allowing Barriss to bring her hands down to a more comfortable level. She didn't bother trying to block Mas's view, that would simply make her look more distressed than she looked now.

Sidious then brought the tip of his lightsabre up between her legs and moved it outwards, prompting Barriss to move her left leg up.

Mas moved closer, gazing into her vestibule, now exposed by the tension created by her leg's position.

Sidious moved his sabre further up and out, causing her to straighten her leg so she was doing a standing splits. Mas used one of his forward claws to tickle the edges of her labia. He asked Barriss "Tell me Barriss, do you masturbate?"

"Who doesn't?" asked Barriss.

"Mouthy schuttas who get their clitorises amputated to teach them a lesson, that's who," said Sidious as be brought the blade down to near her crotch, letting her feel the heat radiating into her labia. Barriss couldn't be sure Sidious wouldn't do it. The fact was Sidious had hidden his identity as a Sith lord so well, his style of torture (torturers all had particular styles, that was how cops (were supposed to ) track them down) was almost completely unknown, all she knew now was he was using sexual humiliation on her now.

After letting that point hang, he turned the blade off and handed it to her saying "you're going to kark yourself with my lightsabre."

Barriss wasn't sure whether or not this was some kind of trap, because with this lightsabre, she could destroy these cuffs, shove Sidious back, destroy the forcefield emitters on the door, and escape. Barriss lowered her leg and leant back against the wall, pointing the pommel towards her crotch. She heard Sidious say "Shroud first."

She turned it around. As she did, she had the sabre pointed at the cuffs. She hit the power switch.

Nothing happened.

On the plus side, this meant there wasn't a chance of it lighting inside her, but it also meant she was going to at least kark herself with the lightsabre for their amusement. As she spread her labia and poked the shroud into her vestibule, she could feel some of the points of the shroud digging into her vaginal walls. She continued to push it in, slowly.

Too slowly for Sidious's tastes apparently. He telekinetically rammed it in.


"Ohhhh, kark," groaned Ahsoka.

"Do you need help?" asked the medical droid.

"No, but Barriss does."

"Barriss?" asked Padme, "What's happening to her?"

Ahsoka, her head resting on one hand, her other hand on her lower abdomen, said "she's being roughed up."

That was upsetting for Padme, but she, Ahsoka, in fact a lot of people known to Ahsoka had been on the wrong end of an ass kicking at times. Padme didn't need to know where Barriss was being roughed up.

What Ahsoka decided to focus on was that Barriss wouldn't be able to hurt if she was dead. ... ... Yeah, that was a good thing ... ... Ahsoka sat on the floor as she felt her blood pressure crash.

"Excuse me, Ahsoka, we're coming up on Polis Massa," said C3PO as he entered the medical area.

"Thanks C3PO," said Ahsoka as she used force telekinesis to help herself stand. She then went up to the bridge.

They dropped out of Hyperspace and Ahsoka sent "Polis Massa from Ahsoka, comm. Check, over."

"Polis Massa receiving."

"Pan pan pan, one cat cresh caus, female human, cause unknown, symptoms, general crash, over."

"Have that, medics will meet you on landing, enter the hanger, take bay 3."

"Ahsoka on approach."


Barriss wasn't sure if she was allowed to kneel at this point. Sidious was clearly done shoving that sabre hilt that was clearly NOT designed to function as a dildo (contrary to what many a holonet illustration seems to portray) in and out of her (she hoped, force did she hope he was done doing that), he was inspecting it, holding it telekinetically in front of him.

He then moved it towards her face and told her "Lick it clean."

Barriss complied. There was blood mixed with the vaginal secretions, confirming that it had torn her vaginal walls. He rotated it telekinetically as she licked every square millimetre presented and available for her tongue.

Eventually she ran out of parts of the sabre to lick and Sidious retrieved it, inspecting it again.

"I was amused," said Sidious, he then looked to Mas asking "how about you?"

"Yes, she was very entertaining," Mas responded with a nod.

"Best wank off though, given she karked that pimp, the filthy slut," he said as he led off out of the cell. Mas followed him.

Eventually Barriss allowed herself to slide to the floor.

This was those two getting started.

Oh.

And all those clones she had basically declared war on a year ago.

And this pain in her abdomen which felt like it extended well beyond her vagina, seemingly enclosing her whole abdominal sac, the shooting pain was probably going to persist for days, and without her ability to use her force healing abilities.

She realised she was clawing at her left forearm with her right hand, but didn't bother stopping herself. No point holding back the tears either.

She did have to think about how madly she wanted to live vs how badly she wanted to stop these karkers hurting her more, but she also remembered that she can't kill Sidious if she kills herself first. That fact was the only thing she could think of at this point that could possibly get her through what lay ahead of her.

Emphasis on possibly.


Ahsoka and Asajj stood with Obi-Wan and Yoda as they watched the medical droids work on Padme.

"We need to get Barriss out of there," commented Ahsoka.

"Who's we?" asked Asajj.

"Excuse me?" asked Ahsoka looking up at Asajj, "you can't tell me you didn't feel that."

"Course I felt it," snarled Asajj, "but what are we supposed to do here? She's deep inside an enemy stronghold with Palpatine somewhere inside there too."

"We draw him off while we extract Barriss then," said Ahsoka.

"And how we going to do that?" asked Asajj.

Ahsoka thought.

"A small task, fighting Sidious is not. Help Barriss, you can't," said Yoda.

"Challenge accepted," said Ahsoka.

"Forbid it, I do," said Yoda.

"How you little shavite? Left the order a year ago, remember?" snapped Ahsoka.

Yoda nodded.

Obi-Wan looked thoughtful though. He liked a challenge. "You do have an advantage with Corouscant, it's a city planet with too many concealed levels to effectively police. The problem is you will still need greater numbers to break into the prison, let alone draw Sidious off somewhere else."

"Numbers," mused Asajj. She then said "Right. Ahsoka, you ever been to Dathomir?"

"I have," said Obi-Wan.

"You're probably too straight laced for what I have in mind," said Asajj, she then said to Ahsoka "You, ... hard to tell, I would hope you would trust me on this one."

Ahsoka thinks but says "It gets Barriss out of there, and possibly kills or mains Sidious, ... ... I'll play it by montral."


"We're here to feed you," said one of a pair of clones that entered the cell.

Barriss looked up. The other one was holding a plate with a cover on it and a blaster.

"We're going to check you for weapons first."

"Where am I going to hide a ... I withdraw the question," Barriss said, realising quickly this was nothing to do with security.

"On your knees, hands behind your head, open your upper jizz hole."

Barriss wished she didn't have to acknowledge he was referring to her mouth, but she needed to get some food inside her. Even before the clone wars, Jedi were expected to come into conflict with all sorts of characters, and may have to survive and escape captivity, so she knew to submit and eat whatever she was given to eat until she could plan and execute an escape, but at the same time, the lack of any shank material, or other things she could craft a tool out of in this cell, and the fact these karkers had years of experience dealing with military trained prisoners of all levels of ability ... ...

The clone illuminated her mouth with a torch, running a gloved finger around her gums, under her tongue, repeating the actions. ...

He then pushed his fingers deep down her throat, making her gag. He didn't need to push his finger into her oesophagus to prove there was nothing concealed there, all it did for him was cut off her airways, forcing her chest and abdominal muscles to twitch as her lungs burned for air.

He then pulled his fingers out and told her "Hands and feet, get that arse up in the air."

Same thing again from the other end. Three fingers went up her cunt, spreading out, aggravating bruises and tears from when Sidious had been raping her with his lightsabre hilt, rubbing against her cervix, and then painfully pushing down on her bladder, again, only point of that was to hurt her.

Two fingers then went up her anus, basically dry, causing Barriss to grunt in pain, as the fingers twisted and spread and felt around.

"Back on your knees."

Barriss changed to the required position.

"Clean this," he offered the fingers that had been up her arse.

She had to do this to get her food. Not hygienic, but what else was there?

She ran her tongue over the contaminated fingers.

A few minutes later he was satisfied with the cleanliness of his glove and told her "Alright, sit down," as he invited the other clone forward who crouched down and lifted the lid off the plate.

It revealed a half litre syringe filled with a clear liquid with a 30cm long tube with a needle on the other end, an antiseptic wipe and a plaster.

At the mention of being fed, her stomach had started preparing to receive food. This wouldn't do anything for that. Nourished: Yes, full: As if.

"Lay back, hands over your head, right foot over my shoulder," said the lead clone as he knelt, picking up the antiseptic wipe while his assistant pushed enough of the fluid forward to prove there was no air in the line.

Femoral artery.

He took his glove off and felt the inside of her thigh until his finger stopped over the return valve.

Femoral vein then.

He wiped the location as his assistant handed him the end of the tube with the needle and stood ready to pop it in.

While they were doing this, Barriss assessed what she could see of their equipment, hoping she could work out what they had that could A: help her, and B: could be stolen by her.

As the needle entered her femoral artery, she realised that she hadn't done a proper assessment of where in the cell she could hide things though, bit stupid, but she was going to be there a while, so, she could do that when they went. Off hand, her best bet might be the retractable sink and toilet. The bed shelf had no mattress on it, air vent grille was welded on, she wasn't confident she could find anywhere capable of concealing anything except her holes that they would go poking around each visit for personal amusement if nothing else (looks like the search could do something after all).

Whatever she did would have to be followed with an escape immediately.

That blaster could be used to shoot off the cuffs, or at least disable the force suppression feature.

The plunger reached the end of the syringe and the lead clone placed the plaster over the needle as he removed it and stood, letting Barriss's foot fall back to the floor.

"One more thing, stand up," said the lead clone as he put his glove back on, his assistant finishing placing everything back on the plate and putting the lid back on.

As Barriss stood, she felt a pounding headache take hold, a cold clammy feeling also presented, and dizziness.

This wasn't some kind of sedative or painkiller that was doing this, whatever they had given her was lowering her blood pressure.

"Barriss Offee, on behalf of all my clone brothers, and especially those in my unit and myself: ... " after a short pause, he executed a right hook, catching her across the left orbital, spinning her around so she landed in a crumpled heap just behind where she had stood.

This on top of her headache.

He started out, and his assistant also turned to head out too.

He then brought the heel of his boot back, catching her across her mouth before following the other clone out.

Barriss didn't bother getting up at this point. Even sitting up brought on the headache.

Barriss had no doubt that, as Sidious had said earlier, this lot had been looking forwards to this.

If they get used to her being a pathetic pile of flesh on the floor, there was a chance she could get her opening, just a matter of time.

...

In which she'd be getting the shavit kicked out of her.

...

This sucks.