As the sun peeks in through the trees, Loneva awakens and moans softly. Most of the pain from her injuries is gone. Jori rushes straight to her side. "Easy now, take care."

The Jedi looks down at herself, still naked save her bandages. "If you really want to help me, could you get me some clothes?"

Jori hands her a robe. "It's shimmersilk, so it won't irritate your skin."

"Thanks," she says as she puts it on. "Force, I feel awful."

"I can get you more ointment for your injuries."

"No, it's not that," she says, hanging her head. "I feel like an awful person."

"You're not," Jori says, sitting by her and kissing her on the cheek, "You were just confronted with something that went against what you've been taught. A fearful reaction is only to be expected."

"But I really should've handled it better. I feel like a Padawan again."

Jori puts her arm around Loneva's shoulders. "You came back. That's all that matters." The Sith puts her arm out and a bowl of fresh fruit floats into it. She hands it to Loneva. "Here, have your breakfast, and tell me about your vision."

"It was Tibor. My first Master. Just thinking about him is hard," she says, picking a piece of fruit out of the bowl.

"Why?"

"Because he forced me to do something no Padawan should ever have to do."

Jori's eyes go wide. "He forced himself on you?"

Loneva shakes her head. "No. Sometimes I wish that had been it. Then I wouldn't feel so guilty."

"Don't ever think like that!" Jori says, rubbing Loneva's thigh. "What did he do that was so awful that you wished for that?!"

"He...forced me to kill him."

Jori's eyebrows shoot upward. "What?"

"He was hatching a plot to assassinate the Senate. I couldn't let him do that. I tried to tell the Council what he was doing, but they would never take the word of a mere Padawan over that of a Jedi Master. Only one of them listened to me, but before he could help, he was called away to Alderaan on official business. Master Tibor was about to act. I couldn't let him. So...I did it. I had no other choice."

"You can't blame yourself for that," Jori says, now rubbing Loneva's back, "Your Master was insane, and the Council was too full of themselves. You saved the Senate, and that's more than I would have done."

Loneva leans into Jori's hand. "Thanks. Sorry for running off and worrying you. And sorry for that push I gave you."

The Sith kisses her on the forehead. "You're forgiven. Think you'd be able to handle the stealth technique I demonstrated?"

"Honestly, I'm definitely gonna need more time to learn to control my emotions, but I'm willing to try. We must do whatever it takes to push the Eternal Empire back to Zakuul. For your people, and mine."

Jori grins. "That's the spirit. Now you just sit back. I'll remove your bandages in an hour. If your wounds aren't infected, I'll try healing them."

"You can do that? I thought healing was strictly a Light Side ability."

"Oh, it's possible for Dark Side users, too. Just tremendously difficult, and takes a lot of energy. But I'm closer to the Light than most Sith, so you're in good hands." She kisses Loneva on the lips and stands up. "I'm going to stock up our food stores, and maybe find you another of my novels to read."

"Don't take too long."

"And...there. That's the last one." Jori lifts her hand from Loneva's thigh so the Jedi can inspect it.

"Wow...no sign it was ever injured. Gotta hand it to you, you really know what you're doing."

"My lifelong solitude gave me ample time to learn." She nods. "I think your stealth training can wait another day. Now that you're healed...I'd like to have some fun."

The Jedi grins. "Feeling frisky again?"

"Absolutely...and this time, I'd like you to decide what we do." She winks.

"Well...the way you twisted my nipples in the hot spring...it reminded me of a few of the things I did with my husband. There's some other things I'd like to try." She rolls over onto her front and pulls off Jori's gloves. "It was wrong of me to run off when you were trying to help. I think you need to punish me for it."

The Sith raises an eyebrow. "I'm not your Master or your parent."

Loneva shoots her a sassy grin. "You're a writer. You've got a great imagination. Use it."

"What...do you want me to do?" Jori looks genuinely confused.

"Do I really need to spell it out? I want you to sexually torture and dominate me."

"Are...are you sure? That doesn't really sound enjoyable."

Loneva keeps grinning. "Maybe you wouldn't enjoy it, but I know I would. Now come on, give me a good spanking."

"I don't know...I do lose control of myself every now and then."

"I'll say 'Ilum' if you go too far. Now give me my punishment already!"

"If you insist." Jori brings her hand down on Loneva's rear.

"Uh, Mistress, I think a fly just landed on my butt. Can you get it off?" Jori slaps even harder. "Oh, I think the fly bit me! It feels like a baby fly's bite."

Jori slaps again, this time far more forcefully. "Insolent girl."

The Jedi winces, but doesn't give in. "Did you say something mean to me? You sound mildly annoyed."

Jori deals the sharper slaps this time, one to each of Loneva's cheeks. "You selfish little brat, I'll teach you to run away!"

Loneva shudders. "I-I'm sorry, Mistress. It won't happen again."

"Good," Jori says, pulling Loneva in for a kiss.

The Jedi pushes back. "Seriously?"

Jori takes a deep breath, spanking Loneva again. "Take that, you mewling little beast! You are my Apprentice, and an Apprentice's first duty is! To! Obey!" She lands one spanking for each of the last four syllables.

Loneva yelps for this one. "I understand, Mistress!" She squeaks. "Mercy!"

"Mercy?! You would tell your Mistress what to do?" Another slap.

"N-no!"

"You would call your Mistress a liar?" Again, a slap.

"I'm sorry, Mistress!"

Jori frowns. "No you're not. Not yet." She rolls Loneva over and slaps each of her breasts. After removing her own clothing, she uses her undergarments to tie the Jedi's knees to her elbows. "My, you're awfully wet down here. Have you been getting off to your punishment?"

"Y-yes, Mistress," Loneva admits.

"You're such a filthy little girl. Of course, you'll need to be punished even more for that," Jori takes her lightsaber and pushes it into the Jedi (business end outward, of course) until it's mostly disappeared. She moves it back and forth and holds a hand near Loneva's chest, shooting out two streams of electricity straight into her nipples. Loneva lets out a yell, moaning louder with each thrust. "Oh, do be quiet," Jori says and lowers her sex onto the Jedi's mouth. Like a good little acolyte, Loneva licks what's put in her mouth, pushing her tongue inside. Just to help the process along, Jori uses the Force to stimulate herself. It's clearly unnecessary, as she soon lets out a moan and her juices gush out of her sex and into the Jedi's mouth. "You'd better clean me up," she instructs. Doing as she's bidden, Loneva flicks her tongue through Jori's sex, determined to swallow every last bit of juices left. She lets out a muffled, loud moan as her own climax arrives, coating Jori's lightsaber in her pleasure. Jori takes it out and gets off Loneva, giving it a small lick. "Mmm...you taste wonderful. Go on, try." She shoves the lightsaber into Loneva's mouth. "No, suck it like you mean it," she deals a slap to each of Loneva's breasts as the Jedi fellates the lightsaber, remembering the lessons her husband had given her. When the Sith is satisfied, she dries off the saber and unbinds her lover's limbs, climbing on top of her and kissing her. "I never knew I had that in me," she says.

Loneva kisses her back. "Of course you did. Creative types always do, and you're as creative as they come."

"So...you enjoy feeling pain?" Jori sounds slightly confused, since finding out Loneva's tastes has only given her more questions.

"I do. What I especially like is what comes after. The endorphins are amazing. But what I especially like is being dominated."

"I'm not sure I understand why."

"Well...because this way, I get to indulge in all sorts of things, but not feel guilty for having those fantasies. After all, you're the one making me do them." She reaches around, squeezing Jori's rear with both hands.

The Sith purrs softly as her butt is groped. "Oh, I see. So it's a bit of emotional sophistry."

"Exactly." Loneva moistens a finger inside Jori's pussy. "This tasted wonderful. I really liked it."

"If you'd like, I could force you to gag on it every night. Would you like that?"

Loneva removes her finger, wrapping her legs around Jori's waist. "I'd love it." When she's got the Sith securely in place, she inserts the moistened finger into her rectum, causing her to let out a pleased, high-pitched moan.

"H-how did you…?"

"Know you're a butt-girl? I just did. Call it intuition." When she says "in", Loneva pushes her finger further in, causing Jori to moan even more. They are positioned perfectly for their sexes to touch, which Loneva takes advantage of by rubbing energetically against Jori, kissing her deeply. It's only a matter of time before Jori loses control of her faculties and climaxes, since Loneva's discovered her weaknesses. She collapses in a mewling pile on top of the Jedi. "Looks like I'm not the only one with naughty desires. When did you learn you liked that stuff?"

Jori takes a while to answer while she's busy gathering her senses. "It was when I was with Darth Acina. The night I spent with her, I just fell under what I can only describe as a spell. I didn't feel her using any sort of mental manipulation-she couldn't have, anyway, since I'd been trained to resist it-but whatever she asked of me, I felt such a desire to obey her. She was strong, she was confident, she was strikingly beautiful...you'd probably feel the same in her presence."

Loneva continues fingering Jori's rear as she speaks. "How did it go down?"

Jori lets out a few of her high-pitched moans of approval before continuing. "I'd had a few drinks, and was eager to put on a performance. My Master issued an open invitation for the stage, and I performed 'The General's Gambit', putting all my effort into it. I gesticulated, I jumped, I even used some lightning for effect. It got me thunderous applause. Well, after that display, as I was wont to do, I went back to the punchbowl, got a drink, and stood in a corner, thinking. She approached me. I was so taken in by her presence, I could barely speak. She told me I'd given a wonderful performance that she thoroughly enjoyed, that she wanted to know me better so I could tell her how I achieved such a wide vocal range, and offered to pay me to give her a private show. She grabbed my hand, ran her hands over it, and kissed the back of it, bidding me to follow her. I agreed, and she-mmh! Please, that's so distracting." Loneva has been curling her finger inside the Sith. "Anyway, she escorted me to her private speeder and flew me to her penthouse. I was so thankful for the sound of the engine, since I could barely speak and the silence would have been uncomfortable otherwise. When we arrived, she offered me a drink to soothe my throat. At her request, I did 'The Lady's Lament' from 'Sorrows of Lady Dekarra', a rather popular opera from my people. She applauded and beckoned me to sit next to her. I did so, and she put an arm around me. 'You know,' she said, 'You're quite a beautiful girl. I think you're just what I was looking for when I came out tonight.' I swallowed, and all of a sudden, without warning, she kissed me. I thought my limbs had melted. I couldn't move them, and I felt like I was sinking into the couch, and into her. When she stopped kissing me, she smiled and I felt my clothes unfastening themselves and lifting off me. She kissed my mouth, my neck, my collarbone, my breasts, my stomach...then she lifted my legs over her shoulders and pulled my sex straight onto her mouth and pressed her tongue into me. It was quite phenomenal-like she had a serpent living in her mouth. For a moment I almost forgot I was with a woman!"

"That sounds really hot," Loneva grins, massaging Jori's rear. "Please, continue."

"As if it weren't enough that I had her long, thick tongue inside me, she electrified her hands and ran them across my body. It didn't hurt-it tingled, which was quite a sensation. I lost track of the orgasms I had in that state, and I'm quite sure she employed the Force to keep me from thrashing off the couch." She takes a deep breath. "I barely noticed when she stopped, much less when took her own clothes off. I felt something in my rear, and before I knew it, she had put on that...implement, and was pushing it into me. But I didn't care. She could have done anything to me, and I would not have objected. I had quite a climax with her implement in my and my sex rubbing against her couch. I could...smell the other girls she'd slept with in the fabric. My whole body seemed to be afire. When she'd finished, she pulled me on top of her, and made me suck on her breasts while I rubbed her between her legs. Her climax was like a groundquake. Purely on a whim, I put my head between her legs and tried to give her the same treatment she'd given me earlier. Apparently I'd succeeded. She screamed, and she sprayed more juices into my mouth than I'd ever come across before. I could barely swallow them all, so she…" Her blushing is now deeper than ever. "She pulled me towards her, kissed me, and made me let her juices into her mouth. I was both baffled and quite aroused, seeing a woman drink herself like that. We went to her bedroom and she showed me her array of devices. We probably got a total of two hours of sleep that night. The next morning, we showered together and kissed practically the whole time. She prepared me the most exquisite breakfast-flatcakes with Alderaanian syrup, nerf steak, scrambled Orobird eggs, and a glass of Rava juice. We made plans to meet up again, but after that she was called to Balmorra on business and had to cancel. Shortly after, I was summoned back to Korriban. We just weren't able to find time for each other, but neither of us seemed to mind."

Loneva kisses her Sith lover again. "You almost make me want to kriff her. But don't worry, I won't." She puts on her submissive voice. "I would never disobey Mistress."

Jori rolls her eyes and pushes her hand against Loneva's face, turning it briefly. "You're incorrigible."