Sapphire had woken, every muscle tender as she rose from her bed and scoffed at the sticky mess that had been left on the sheets below her. She quickly washed herself off and dressed in grey, cloth tunic and pants, blushing with embarrassment at how quickly she was losing control of herself and her urges. This time when she went out, she wouldn't be dressed for attention. She wasn't convinced it would help, but it couldn't possibly hurt.
She opened the door with a hiss and looked down to the end of the hall where Doragon's door was and found it shut, the other direction to the office and foyer was quiet. She flitted down the hall, barefooted and silent stopping at the door and peering around the office. Last time this happened she'd been leered at by a terrifying man called Baras and then, craving her master's avarice for her body, lured him into animalistic breeding that left her feeling sated like from a feast.
This time, she wanted nothing more than to escape notice, wary of the way the spell she came under seemed to wrap around her mind and constrict her until she succumbed. It wasn't a phenomenon she understood, but she knew that she didn't want to lose herself to servitude, she wanted her master's urge for her to be her shield, not her longing for satisfaction his invisible shackle.
Noble thoughts to be sure, but her time on Korriban had not proved liberating for her body or her mind. She trotted into the office looking around at the draped pennons and the shelves decorated with all manner of Sith artifacts and implements. Her eye drifted to the chair where she'd been taken in a feverish fit. On the leather seat was a large, white, stain, partially dried, and another spot on the floor where it had run and dripped.
Doragon was not fond of doing is own housekeeping it seemed, and since part of her survival plan hinged on keeping him happy with her, and of the opinion she was better for him alive, she went back to her room and retrieved a rag from her effects and wet it, before returning to the chair. On hands and knees, she scrubbed away the thick, wasted, seed that seemed to be becoming apart of the leather.
The chair finally shone with black leather, and she began working the floor when suddenly a feeling of dread swept across her. She couldn't explain what it was. She looked around confirming she was alone, and the foyer past the office was empty also. A chill ran up her spine and out her headtails and she stood up, looking around.
It had to be paranoia, but she couldn't escape the feeling that something was wrong. She glanced around the room and spotted a short spear. It was crafted from a single piece of metal and had rubber around the middle. She shifted to it and picked it up off its stand gripping it tightly and backing toward the hallway of her room.
"That's not going to do you any good, slave." Came a hissing, croaking voice from the foyer.
She wheeled to face it, brandishing the weapon, "I don't know who you are, but you're not supposed to be here."
"I'm supposed to be wherever my master tells me to be." He said with a smirk, his sickly, yellowish skin creasing with his smile. He raked fingers through oily, black hair that hung limply at his shoulders and continued to walk toward her. "I'm afraid you're going to be under new ownership, alien slug."
She pointed the spear at him backing toward the hall, "You'll regret this when Darth Doragon gets back."
"Doragon can do nothing to my master, you belong to him now. Put the spear down, I have instructions not to kill you." He waved his hand and the stick shot from her grip and clattered across the steel floor.
Fear and anger raced through her; she could feel it coursing across her body as she glowered at him. She balled her hands into fists reader to resist however she could, realizing how futile it would be as she watched the lightsaber dangle from his belt.
He paced toward her slowly, his black eyes glittering in the sterile office light. As he got within arm's reach of her, she lunged away, rolling violently across the floor and sliding to the spear, she scrambled to her feet grabbing the weapon and throwing it.
There was a searing screech and a bolt of red spun through the air faster than her eyes could follow. The spear tip was sliced in mid-flight, the two ends scattering across the floor, smoking from contact with his lightsaber.
"Don't make this more painful for you than it needs to be slave. Under my master you will find your true purpose." He snapped, the weapon's red glow changing his face from anguine to fiendish.
"I make my own purpose." She hissed, "I won't be a slave forever."
He retracted the red blade and hung his weapon back on its hook, "Everyone serves someone, you are resisting your very destiny." He said, he raised his hand and immediately her body went stiff, she felt herself being lifted from the ground by an invisible grip that held her firmly in place.
Destiny. The word echoed in her mind, the idea that her destiny was as a slave burned in her mind like a live wire against flesh. Railing herself on Doragon's perversions was thrilling, but was that her destiny? It couldn't be, she refused to let it. Her chasmic, yawning, appetite, was hers, not his- no matter how much he satisfied it. Destiny.
Appall's eyes narrowed suspiciously as he approached Sapphire, suspended in air. He studied her carefully with a scowl, why was her rich, blue, skin, paling to teal. He had encountered Twi'leks and aliens across the universe, but this phenomenon was new to him. Her face was one of panic that seemed alight with rage.
Her arms began to struggle against his grip, and he focused more intensely but the more he focused, drawing from darkness within him, the more he needed to focus, the harder containing her became. He put up another hand waiting for her to tire but he was the one tiring.
Her arms bent at the elbow in a flexing motion, and she began to groan, then with a loud shriek his telepathic clutch on her was wrenched open and she dropped to her feet before collapsing to her knees.
"How did you do that?" He shouted at her, putting his hand out to lift her again, but caught off guard by the bright yellow eyes that met him from a Twi'lek slave he barely recognized, she was a pale turquoise and her eyes seemed bright enough to glow.
"I will not be thwarted by a slithering, tentacled, animal!" He shouted thrusting his hand forward, she was launched from the ground and shot backward smashing against the wall with a bodily crack. The pain chased away all the rage she had felt, battling to recover the air he had smashed from her lungs against the invisible force that threatened to crush her.
Appall relished watching the slave girl's color return as she choked and struggled helplessly against the wall, he walked toward her, his face murderous, "This is your destiny, bitch. You can't escape it! My master has claimed you and his you will be."
"Appall!" Came a scream from the doorway. He rounded on his heel to see a tall, lean, blonde in the doorway. She was dressed in black leather. Tight pants hugged her legs all the way up to her waist so snugly the crevices of her hips were visible, and the halter top of the suit putting her full chest on display.
"Hmm," He sneered looking her over, "Doragon must indeed be very busy if he sent his pet slut to stop me."
She pulled her lightsaber from her belt. Like her master's it was black, the grip wrapped in black leather, leading to a tapered switch with flat ignition and controls to a cylindrical emitter that had been cut at an angle, the long, rounded half split into a fork at the bottom, with a spiked claw reaching out from the top. She mashed the ignition, bringing the hissing red blade to life.
"My master doesn't crush bugs, he has people to do that for him." She jeered, taking her favorite dueling stance, Juyo, her lightsaber held above her.
Appall didn't wait, launching is weapon across the room, the red blade spinning into a disk. Jezebel was ready, easily knocking the thrown weapon back. It bounced off her lightsaber, cutting into the wall in a shower of sparks and spinning back to his grip.
Before he caught it Jezebel was nearly upon him, he barely managed to block a savage swing from the shoulder, spinning on his toe to parry a second strike from underneath, then a third from a downward swing. He threw a hand out, knocking her back with a blow from the force.
She was thrown back, landing on her palm and throwing herself backward onto her feet throwing her lightsaber from the wrist into a spin which he parried. The weapon bounced off his and jolted back into her grip in time for her to parry a quick slice by Appall. Appall held the rank of Darth, and he had earned it by cunning. The quick cut Jezebel blocked left her footing exposed and he hooked his foot at her heel and with a shove of the force threw her to the ground.
The blow to her back knocked her lightsaber from her hand and he made short work kicking it away. She pulled it to her through the force but it was stopped by Appall who threw it even further before kicking her back down flat. He stood over her holding his lightsaber by her face.
"I've wanted this for so long, I'll be worshipped by the whole academy for ridding it of you." He raised the weapon but dropped it letting out a horrible scream. Electricity arced across his body, his eyes, hands, and chest. He shook in place slowly lifting off the ground, blue lighting up his yellowing teeth as a stream of power poured across him finally ending with a loud pop that knocked him forward.
Doragon stood in the middle of the room, the hood of his black coat pulled up over his metal mask as electricity sprouted from his fingers, "Your weak master sends weakness to do his bidding. That makes him a master only of fools." The booming voice said through the buzz of the mask.
Appall whimpered on the ground, motionless, his robe smoking. Doragon strode toward his apprentice and knelt down to examine her, "I have warned you about your footwork, apprentice." He said.
"You have master," She said, almost smirking.
"There will come a time, when I cannot save you from your mindless mistakes." He said, holding out a gloved hand.
"That's probably sooner than you think…" Came a hissing laugh.
"Master!" Jezebel screamed as a red blade plunged through Doragon's chest. Appall pulled his weapon and kicked Doragon's dying body over. Jezebel's lightsaber leapt to her hand, with the other she sent Appall flying across the room. He slid on his back, cackling loudly, before pulling himself to his feet with the force, swinging his weapon tauntingly.
Jezebel opened her hand and Doragon's lightsaber jumped into it. She ignited it, an orange blade hissing as it flashed into place. She shrieked and leaped across the room swinging the two lightsabers in a storm of attacks. She spun on her heel, striking left, right, bringing the orange blade down onto him before he spun to parry the red blade. He flipped at the shoulder of a waist strike, knocking away a second from the orange blade and spinning out of her reach.
Before she could engage him again his fingers clenched out and lightning arced across the room striking the orange lightsaber blade with a series of smoking pops knocking her backward. She threw herself to her feet, but he had vanished. She ran from the office to the foyer, but he was gone, fled.
She ran to Doragon, tossing the lightsabers and falling on him, "Master!" She screamed, "Master! I can save you!"
The breathing through the mask was ragged and harsh, "You can't, apprentice."
"Master, dig, dig into your hate, you can make it." She sobbed, "Master…"
"Listen, Jezebel…" He said through a strained voice, "Take the slave… to our… sanctuary… take the… Coward's Skiff and go. Baras will not stop until he has the slave. She has a power… I didn't know… I didn't realize … and he will not be denied what he wants."
"I will master…" She panted.
There was a loud, crackling breath from the mask and the heavy body went limp. Jezebel screamed into the open room until her throat hurt and sat to catch her breath. She collected her weapon, and Doragon's and went over to the recovering Twi'lek, "We have to go, come on."
She grabbed her arm, pulling up on her blue shoulder until she was standing. Jezebel pulled on her, almost dragging her from the room, "We don't have time for you to catch your breath, we have to get to the shuttle right now."
They ran through the foyer at a jog, making their way through the hallway to the office and quarters and out onto the dark expanse of the opening to the Academy. Jezebel had hooked her lightsaber to her belt, Doragon's having been slid under it as they made their way out onto the bright, surface of Korriban, the red sand and stone blistering their eyes as they exited onto the ramp.
Down the steps and onto red dirt hurrying through the narrow path created by the towering rock into which centuries of Sith history, graves, and ruins had been carved making their way to the shuttle landing pad. They had just passed the Tomb of Tulak Horde when a young man came sprinting toward them. Jezebel put her hand towards her lightsaber, and Sapphire braced for trouble.
But he wasn't menacing, he was frightened. He came up and stopped them in their path,
"Please, Master Jezebel you have to help me!" He said, his brown eyes wide with terror.
"I can't help you, Sicarii." She snapped, "Get out of my way!"
"You don't understand," He pleaded, "I passed my trials, look!" He held up a steel cylinder with a knob and ignition at the center, it tapered at the middle where it was held and formed a short cone that opened into an emitter at the end. For a lightsaber it was very crude. He hit the button and a red beam screeched into life, which he quickly retracted. "I passed my trials, I was the last acolyte, but when I went to tell my overseer I was stopped by a Lord's apprentice who tried to kill me, I had killed his friend during a fight in the tombs and he wanted revenge, now his master is trying to kill me."
"Sicarii, you don't want my help- a Sith Lord sent his apprentice to steal my slave and murdered my master. If I don't get off Korriban right now, you and everyone associated with me will be in his sights. Your new master will shelter you. Now get out of my way."
Jezebel pushed past him, but he followed. "I don't have a master yet, let me run with you, you could be my master, I'll be your apprentice, your slave, whatever you want, come on, I don't want to die!"
"Master it's not as though we're crowded with support, how much could it hurt to take him?" Sapphire asked.
"You're both weak." She spat, looking over Sicarii and his dark, messy hair. This same pitiful soul had been undressing her with his eyes at every opportunity. Once aboard the Coward's Skiff, it might be nice having such an eager subordinate to thrash her anger against. Two slaves in one day; were she not fleeing, it would be an impressive accomplishment.
"Fine, we'll figure out what to do with you later, now we have to move."
They all jogged the rest of the way and arrived at a waiting shuttle, sweating and panting. The three of them boarded without issue, and the craft lifted from the pad and sailed into the air toward the docking station in orbit above the red planet.
Safely off world, they followed Jezebel through the bustle that coursed through the dim, steel, space station, buzzing with neon light to an elevator. It shook, the three riding it down to a docking bay in total silence.
What greeted them in the bay was not what either Sapphire or Sicarii expected. It was a dirty, dinged, worn out XS Freighter. The yellow paint along the front was chipped and scars and scoring flecked across every inch. The Coward's Skiff, Sapphire presumed.
The landing ramp opened and the climbed single file up the stairs, where Jezebel stopped them, "You, Sicarii, with me I need a copilot. Slave, find a set and strap in."
They hurried to the cockpit and Sapphire buckled into one of the lounge seats. Moments later the ship shuttered and a series of loud sounds that made her nervous fired off across the craft. It felt like only a few minutes before Jezebel came back into the lounge, dragging Sicarii by the ear over to where Sapphire was sitting.
She undid the buckle but a sharp look from Jezebel told her to stay seated. Sicarii joined her on the couch. Jezebel put her hands on her hips looking down at both of them with a biting, predatory look. She had threatened to kill Sicarii by chewing off his head earlier the same day and her expression now made him squirm.
"Listen up, the two of you are only here and alive at my good mercy. The alien is with me because my now dead master ordered it. And you," She said pointing at Sicarii, "Like her, you are now my slave, and my student, any whining or defiance from you at all and I'll take your head and mount it."
There was silence as Jezebel glowered down at them, "Now, you, go and monitor hyperspace, where we're going will take some time."
Sicarii jumped from his seat and hurried to the cockpit. When he was gone, Jezebel leaned over Sapphire with a hawkish glare, "Listen very closely, my master died today, in front of my eyes, because a sick old man thought obtaining you would make him powerful. My master's last wish was to keep that power from him."
"We are going to a very quiet, very cold, very empty place, called Seline. There, my master has built and maintained a place for all of his disciples and students to grow in their power, and there we will begin to develop, and explore yours. The trip will take two days, until then, try not to have any spells. Sicarii is weak, an acolyte only just this afternoon before he killed off his competition. One of your fits might make him completely useless to me, more than he already is, understand?"
Sapphire nodded and Jezebel pointed, "The crew quarters are that way."
Sapphire nodded again and climbed off the cushion, making her way through the hall in a circle until she came to a hatch that opened to a room with bunks built into the bulkhead, three high. She climbed into the bunk, laying on the rough wool blanket that smelled like dust. Nothing on the bed was dirty, but it clearly had not been touched in some time.
She laid on her back, her mind racing through what had happened. A man she barely knew, a man who had drugged her with an aphrodisiac and made her a willing, uncontrolled, sex toy, was murdered. And his killer, another Sith, had threatened to take her from him. Why had she resisted? Slavery to anyone is still slavery. She rationalized that Doragon had been kinder to her than most in the Empire would have been. Others might not have coaxed her into a willingness to entertain them, and others still employed brutality to control their servants.
At least she wouldn't be wrapped up in revealing outfits that advertised her purpose to the galaxy. She couldn't imagine whatever Jezebel was preparing her for would involve empty, depraved, functions of her body; however, little she may have minded.
She laid lost in thought for what felt like hours and eventually became restless. She wanted nothing to do with Jezebel's short temper and didn't know or trust Sicarii at all, so she busied herself exploring the ship. Just outside crew's quarters was a closed hatch that led to cargo. The smell of dust and mold filled her senses as she entered.
She paced around the old crates finding them filled with guns, swords, and all manner of discarded antiques, and clothing. Before long the dust made it difficult to breathe and she abandoned the room making her way around the hall looking at the conference room, and quickly passing the captain's quarters. The hatch was closed, but she'd been shipped around the galaxy enough times that the captain always sleeps next to the cockpit.
She stopped in the foyer looking down the hallway to the cockpit. She'd never been in one before. If Jezebel caught her, she'd probably be in a fair amount of trouble, trouble she didn't want or need. But if Jezebel was in her quarters, Sicarii didn't seem bright enough to notice her snooping around, and if he did, he didn't seem too terribly bothered by her.
She crept through the entry way on the sides of her feet like she'd been taught as a child but stopped when a rush swept through her. It was a dizzying feeling that buzzed out to her lekku and took her breath from her. What was that? Her pelvis and stomach started to tighten and ache, and she couldn't ignore the feeling of her shirt against her chest beneath it.
Muffled sounds came from the cockpit that she couldn't make out. She crept closer and the feelings that now saturated her intensified like she was moving toward a fire. She could barely keep her breath and her pants felt cold when they brushed against her. The brief contact with the wool was electric and wet.
She peeked around the doorway, working to stay out of sight. Her eyes grew wide when she saw what was happening. Sitting in a chair at the systems console, she saw Sicarii, his dark hair even more of a nest than it had been, his now completely naked body slick with sweat, his acolyte robes discarded beneath him.
Jezebel was straddling him, her legs wrapped around the back of the chair, her blonde hair loose and draped across her shoulders and face. Her face was red and dotted with sweat. She was riding him aggressively, each thrust of her hips slapping her ass on his thighs as she braced against the back of the seat to steady herself. Sicarii had a firm grip on her butt, trying to resist the tight, wet, grip her body had on his member buried in her.
Jezebel was covering her mouth, moaning into her palm and Sicarii was panting desperately for breath as she drilled herself on his rigid cock. Suddenly she took her hand off the seat and grabbed a handful of his black hair and through a fierce moan, growled at him,
"I'm cumming again, don't cum yet, don't you dare cum…" She hissed.
She covered her mouth to mute another moan rocking her hips violently before shrieking into her palm and shaking on top of him, her face turning bright red. She clung to him, her heavy breasts pushing into his chest as she climaxed.
Sapphire was lost in the carnal display, a droplet forming and running down her leg. She started to rub a lek in her fingers, panting, her knees shaking as the intense sensations burned across her body. She reached into her pants feeling herself soaking wet, her fingers immediately slick. She had to cover her own mouth to quiet her moan as she started rubbing.
Jezebel patted Sicarii's cheek with a laugh, "Mmmm good boy, you like my ass, let's let you have a little taste."
Jezebel stood up, the lean, tanned, blonde's luscious body totally exposed. Sapphire hid, squeezing her eyes shut and gasping into her palm as her fingers worked her to a new level of intensity before peeking around again to see Jezebel bending over the console, legs together and lowering back onto Sicarii's stiff cock. He directed his tip to her and groaned as she lowered herself back into his lap.
She was leaned over, hands on the console so her back arched and hips flared, giving him a full view of her backside as she started to bounce. Jezebel had to cover her mouth again to hide her moaning as she rode him. He groaned and panted, one hand digging into the flesh on her ass the other on her back.
Jezebel's face was a sweating, pink, mess. Her tongue was hanging out as she pummeled her insides with Sicarii's cock, gripping the console, too lost in her lust to notice that her moaning was escaping the room. Sapphire pressed her back against the bulkhead and slid down to the deck with her legs spread, her fingers rubbed her folds rapidly, her other hand pushed a lek into her mouth that she licked and sucked causing her stomach to flex and her legs to shake.
She peeked around the wall again, Sicarii had stood Jezebel up, now gripping the back of the console, her long legs spread wide as the young man behind her railed into her, holding her tangled hair in a fist and slapping her ass with a loud pop. Jezebel cried and shuddered, then screamed and began to quake as a renewed climax raced across her.
Sicarii kept her body upright as she lost control of herself, shaking and groaning. He didn't stop driving into her throughout her climax and panted into her ear when she came down, "Master…"
"Yes!" She hissed, "Dump it all in me, I want it…"
She draped her tongue out and panted like an animal as Sicarii worked her insides, her naked body slapping against his thighs. Sapphire bit down on her lek to keep from moaning as she eavesdropped on them, her insides cramping tightly. The electric pleasure of her tongue on her lek and her fingers buried in her wet slit started overwhelming her.
She couldn't stop from imagining the hot jets that were about to fill Jezebel in the next room as her body seized control from Sicarii, making him burst. She felt herself losing control at the thought, the pale, blue, lek fell from her lips and she covered her mouth violently as she moaned hard, her lithe, body shaking. Her fingers jammed into her flittering slit with hard, wet, sounds and her knees shook while she writhed against the wall.
She heard Sicarii groan loudly as her own climax started to fade and looked around the wall watching him drive into Jezebel as he emptied himself into her. She panted and cried with satisfaction as he did. Sapphire pulled her fingers out of herself and from her pants, quickly climbing to her feet and hurrying away from the cockpit, back to the crew quarters. The last thing she wanted was to get caught watching her new master use her apprentice.
She got back to the quarters and shed her top and pants throwing her soft, tight, body onto the scratchy wool and running her fingers over her soaking folds moaning in her throat and grabbing her breasts. She imagined being passed around a dungeon of young acolytes who took turns using her, tugging her lekku, and pouring seed into her body. The fantasy was silenced shortly after she immersed in it by the sound of footsteps.
