POV: Anakin Skywalker

I kept blacking out. I wasn't sure what was causing it, but it felt like my body was giving in to the pain the slavers were dealing. I was without the Force and I was chained like an animal in a cage. This brought back memories of my harsh capture just a few years ago. I hadn't known any better then, and it certainly seemed like I still didn't know better. I wandered off on my own, knowing that there were plenty of reasons and shady figures to not go off alone. I felt like a damn fool and I bet Ahsoka and Obi-Wan thought I was a damn fool as well. Knowing the Council, they'd probably send them after me. I couldn't allow that to happen. I know I begged Obi-Wan to save me, but that was because I was desperate. I couldn't possibly allow him to jeopardize himself or Ahsoka.

This room was freezing. I'd lost a good portion of my clothes at some point since my capture. My tunic had been stripped, my belt and lightsaber missing, and all I had left on me were my boots and my tattered pants. The coolness of this damp room made me shiver. I hoped I would die as a result of hypothermia before anyone had the chance to use me. The door across the room began to unlock and my heart sank. I wouldn't give in. I would stay as strong and defiant as I possibly could. That was only in my nature.

A tall, heavy man came into the room, blinding me. I hated being left in the darkness and seeing the light as of right now wasn't much of a relief. I don't know how long I've been in this damn place. I didn't know where the hell I was. It felt like we were on a ship of some sort though. The pulsating beneath my cage made that as clear as day. The bastard knelt in front of my cage and slid his hand through the bars to grip my hair roughly and yank me forward, slamming my jaw into the durasteel bars. "Fuck you," I hissed.

This was the same man who had electrocuted me in Jabba's palace. I wasn't sure where the one who flirted with me was, but this guy was so much worse. "We have some training to work on with you, you little bastard," he spat, literally. "Your new master won't be pleased with that damn tongue of yours." Indeed. My mouth got me into a lot over trouble over the years, whether I'd been talking back to Obi-Wan or blurting angry remarks out in various scenarios of the war. He opened the cage and pulled me out by the chain attached to the collar around my neck.

I, quoting Obi-Wan wholeheartedly, had a bad feeling about this. I was weakened and I wasn't sure if it was a result of the Force suppressors or of the constant beatings I'd been given in between black outs. He dragged me out of my darkened room and I stumbled on my feet. It must have been hours since I'd stretched and my legs were cramped from the cage being too small for my tall figure. "Is this the boss' new pet?" one of the men we bypassed asked as he looked me over and whistled. Fucker.

"You bet he is." The whistler came closer to me and gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. He seemed to be inspecting me and I wasn't sure just how much hell I'd be put through after this. I knew what these slavers wanted and I was not willing to please them in any way, shape, or form. They could beat me as much as they liked, but they would never break me enough to submit to them. "He's got a pretty face and a tight ass," the one gripping my chain remarked. "The boss will be very pleased with his toy."

I pulled my face away from the whistler and he backhanded me. "Needs to learn some manners. His pretty looks aren't going to win points, you know." I snarled as blood seeped out of my lower lip. I wished I could be with Obi-Wan right now. He would never hit me or call me pretty to make me feel like a sex toy. When Obi-Wan described me, I knew he meant it. He wasn't one to play games and he never did with me. Every word out of his beautiful mouth was the truth, as far as I was concerned. He knew my mannerisms and he knew my personality all too well. He would never force me to change myself for him and he knew damn well that I wouldn't change myself just so I could be with him.

"That's exactly what I'm taking him to my bedchambers for. The little bitch obviously hasn't taken it from any man in his lifetime. He'll need to ease into it. The boss doesn't want a snarky, little shit for a slave." I glared as much as I could, my heart pounding in my chest. I didn't want this. Not from him, not from any of them. The whistler chuckled and nodded, waving for us to be on our way. I was forcefully pulled forward and the back of my neck ached. I was tired of this, absolutely tired of this.

Why couldn't I have just stayed with Obi-Wan? Why did I have to be curious and wander off? What the hell was my problem? I sighed and, as we approached his bedchambers I presumed, he palmed the door open and pulled me inside. This room was absolutely disgusting, even by my standards. My dorm on Coruscant wasn't even half as bad as this. Obi-Wan would have a stroke if he saw this room. "Ugh," I growled.

He spun to face me and ordered me onto the bed, to which I replied simply by standing my ground in defiance. There was no way in hell I was going to get on that bed. I would rather die before I did that. Unfortunately, he used his brute strength to grip my forearms and shove me onto my back. I would've fought back had my ankles not been shackled. It was hard enough to make simple steps. Trying to fight him off would be a waste of energy that I needed to conserve in order to make an escape when the time was right.

I was forced onto my stomach and he undid the Force suppressors for all of maybe half a second to pull my wrists behind my back and put them back on. "You're going to be my little bitch tonight, kid," he whispered, laughing quietly. Ugh, the smell of this Force damned bed was just as disgusting as the room appeared. It smelled of sex, drugs, and alcohol. Normally, that'd be okay with me, if it weren't so damn prevalent.

I heard him shedding his clothes and my stomach began to churn. I screamed Obi-Wan's name over and over in my head, knowing that, despite my efforts, I wouldn't be able to reach through the Force and contact him right now. My pants were dragged down harshly and I writhed, much to my detriment. In fact, my squirming about pleased the bastard even more. He moaned before rubbing along my spine, sending a chill through me. "Don't touch me," I hissed. There wasn't much I could do and I wasn't much of a threat right now, especially in this position and situation. He was much stronger and larger than I was and I wouldn't be able to take him on while I was bound.

"Your threats are empty," he chided. "What I'm doing right now will save you from the pain you'll endure when your master has you all to himself." All of my skin was exposed to the cool air in the room and I didn't like it. For as much as I bitched about hating Tatooine, I would rather be there where it's warm than on this freezer of a ship. He shifted my arms and held them where he wanted them positioned. I groaned as my muscles began to cramp.

He was jerking off right now. I could hear the sounds he made as he slid his hand up and down his shaft and I was thankful that I was on my stomach and facing away from him so I didn't have to watch. Within a minute, the bed dipped slightly, he hovered over my lower half, and shoved himself into me. I nearly screamed.

There had been no warning whatsoever and I was far from being lubricated enough for it not to hurt. Tears welled up in my eyes and my teeth ground together. His hands latched onto my hips as he thrust, moaning and groaning as I cried out. I tried to do what Obi-Wan would want me to do, something he'd taught me while I was his Padawan. He taught me how to step out of my body and not feel the pain I was in, but that was damn near impossible seeing as though I was being impaled by a slaver who didn't have the decency to put some fucking lube on either of us.

I wished I could be anywhere but here. Right here, I wanted my life to end. I wouldn't care if a Republic ship came by and blew us to bits. At least I wouldn't have to deal with these bastards anymore. I screamed, though I tried my hardest not to, when he pulled out and thrust back in as hard and fast as he could. The pace quickened from that point on and the bed was shaking with each thrust. He gripped my hair and told me to call him 'master.' "In your fucking dreams!" I said, trying my best to laugh as I would have done had his face been in front of mine.

He pounded into me and I ground my teeth as hard as I could to keep from crying out. He was hitting my prostate as hard as he could and his fingernails were digging into my back where I already had enough scars from my last encounter with slavers. I couldn't keep track of how long this had been going on, but it felt like an eternity. I was close to coming, but I knew he wouldn't let me. It was frowned upon and punishable if slaves ejaculated while being fucked.

The only fortunate thing that came out of this was that he ejaculated first. His seed rushed into me and it felt like fire was coursing through me. I was pissed off as he thrust a few more times. He was thoroughly satisfied when he stopped coming and pulled out of me. I breathed heavily, my body shaking. "A tight, hot ass," he whispered as he leaned over me, breathing on my neck. "My boss will be very happy with this."

I wished I'd been able to leave my body for the duration of that, but I had never actually achieved it though Obi-Wan pretty much embedded it into my brain so I could never forget it. He taught me that after he'd rescued me from slavers when I was sixteen. Yet here I am, six years later, and I still can't do it. I swallowed back the bile that was rising in my throat. I was nauseated right now. My ass was in so much pain and I felt like my heart was going to burst through my chest and sprint down the hall just to get the hell out of here. I laid there, breathing heavily into the disgusting bedspread beneath me.

My hair was once again gripped and I was pulled back to stand up. My legs shook and I felt like they would give out. He came around to my front and looked at me, almost as if he was making sure I was still unscathed. Well, as unscathed as I could possibly be. What more could he want from me right this moment? He was spent. He wouldn't want me for at least a little while longer. There was some light in his eyes and a mischievous grin appeared on his face. "Haven't you played with your superior's bitch enough?" I growled. He shoved me down onto my knees and held his cock in front of my face. "No," I said simply, putting as much hatred as I could into my voice. I'd done this for the previous slavers when I was a teen and I'd done this for Obi-Wan. The slavers six years ago never fucked me like this man had. They only had me sucking them off. At least with Obi-Wan I'd felt comfortable enough to enjoy what I was doing. I didn't want any more slaver dicks in my mouth.

He gripped my chin and forced me to look up at his face. He spat on me and I hissed, wishing I could wipe it off of my face. My hands were still behind my back and that infuriated me even more. I could still feel the warmth he'd forced into my ass and I didn't want any more of him on or in me. "You will do as I command, bitch." He hit me and I closed my eyes. "Open your mouth, slave." As much as I didn't want to, I did. He fisted my hair and the only thing I could think about as he shoved himself in and out of my mouth was Obi-Wan. When I'd done this to Obi-Wan, he hadn't done anything to hurt me. Obi-Wan cared about me. Obi-Wan would take care of me.

Tears slid down my face, not because I was being forced to deepthroat him, but because I missed Obi-Wan. If I wasn't so foolish, I wouldn't be in this situation. I should've either told Ahsoka to come along with me or stayed where I was. Obi-Wan was my priority and look where I got myself. I was now a plaything for a bunch of good for nothing slavers. At least Obi-Wan and Ahsoka were safe. I prayed to whatever greater being there was out there that they wouldn't come for me. I didn't want Obi-Wan or Ahsoka to be forced into this as well. I'd lived in slavery for nearly a decade as a child and I'd been forced to be an oral sex slave for nearly three months. I knew how it felt to be tortured and sexually assaulted. I would never want them to go through that. Ahsoka, for one, was far too young for this. She was too innocent, even as she fought alongside me in the war.

Ahsoka was my Padawan. I, as her guardian, was meant to protect her as well as teach her. Obi-Wan was my guardian for the second decade of my life and he felt like he'd failed me. It took a long time to get over that bump in our relationship. There was always some bump to us. It went back and forth between us, so it wasn't like we could solely blame it on either one of us.

After he'd rescued me, he'd held me so tightly. He personally saw to my wounds and he soothed me with delicate touches and soft, loving whispers. Perhaps I should have been more aware of what his true intent was during all of that. My Master wasn't just my Master as he cared for me. He was more than that. Had I been able to realize it then, I would have seen how much he truly loved me. Things between him and I were…strained, for lack of a better word, for almost six months after that incident. He kept going on about how he could never forgive himself, about how I could never forgive him.

When he held me on his small ship, where we were the only passengers aboard it, I didn't have any resentful feelings for him. I was blinded in gratitude that he'd actually come for me. Obi-Wan has never been the aggressive type, but he was an entirely different person as he went planet side and tracked me down. He killed every last slaver who was in the vicinity of that building. I'd never seen him so angered, so hateful. I never would have thought he was even capable of such feelings.

I was drawn back to reality as the bastard released himself into my mouth this time. I'd done a pretty decent job at steering my mind away from what was being done to me and I'd only returned at the end. Before I could spit his come out at his feet, he placed one hand on the back of my head, the other over my mouth, and ordered me to swallow. I did so, disgusted beyond words.

I swore to myself that I would kill him as soon as I was free. Well, assuming I would ever be free again, that is. I mentally backhanded myself. Stop being so pessimistic, Anakin. Obi-Wan would come for me. As much as I didn't want him to put himself in danger, he would come for me. As my Master, it had been his duty to seek out his student. As my lover, he wouldn't rest until I was in his arms again. That much was certain. I knew him too well. Though he'd scolded me about attachments through all of my apprenticeship, he himself was far too attached to me. He was just as attached to me as I was to him.

If our positions were reversed, I would go to the ends of the galaxy and back until I found him, until I knew he was safe and safe with me. He knew I would do that for him without a doubt, and I knew he'd do the same for me. As I was forced to stand once again and dragged back to my cold, dismal room to my cold, dismal cage, I felt hopeful. My Obi-Wan would free me again.