Obi-wan must teach an abused padawan to trust him
AU: Pre clone war Obi-Wan is a Jedi Master, there is no Anakin, and Qui-Gon is dead
Rating: R for sexual content and mention of child molestation
Disclaimer: Naovi Redsun and Dal Bantalian are my creations. Everyone else belongs to George Lucas
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stayhooper-I see Naovi as a young brunette Emma Caulfield
Nicole R. Skywalker-Bantalian will make an appearance much later, "You must face Darth Vader again," sort of deal
Chapter 11: Warning: this scene will contain graphic scenes of abuse and child molestation, If this bothers you don't read
They did nothing that night. Obi-Wan felt that Naovi was already emotionally strung out due to her confession. He knew it had been hard for her to confess what she had, but even as she'd forced the words out he had felt his padwan grow closer to him in a way she never had before. She'd been frightened when he informed her that she was ready but he'd felt her determination as well. She sat out on the balcony now, a blanket around her shoulders. It had rained the night before and there was a damp chill in the air. He could feel her tension. She was waiting for him. Wiating for him to engage her. He decided not to torment her.
"Naovi," he called her. "Will you come in here please?" His padawan stood slowly and came inside. She slipped the blanket off her shoulders and laid it on the sofa. Obi-Wan was pleased to see she wore a comfortable looking dark green jumpsuit, for what he had in mind was going to take a long time. She looked up at him timidly.
"I wondered when we would start," she said.
"Scared?" he asked her.
"A little," she said. "But I just keep telling myself that you're not going to hurt me." Obi-Wan couldn't help but feel a bit hurt that Naovi could believe that he would hurt her. But he brushed it off and focused on the task at hand.
"Sit with me on the bed," he said. They sat cross legged facing each other.
"Naovi," Obi-Wan said carefully. "I need to go inside your mind." Naovi's hand trembled and her back stiffened.
"Why?" she asked. "You've seen it"
"Not all of it. When I entered your mind while you were asleep, I saw only traces of your memories. I need to connect our minds, so that I can not only see your memories but actually be there"
"I don't understand"
"I will be reliving your memories along with you. It will be as though I am watching what happened to you as it happened. I will not be able to interfere but I will be able to sense your feelings just as I can when we are physically together." Naovi did not speak for a long time. When she finally did her voice was barely a whisper.
"I don't understand why we must do this," she whispered. "What is the purpose?" Gently, he reached out to her and touched her dark hair.
"Naovi, you have been guarding these memories for five years. These memories are a terrible burden for one so young to bear alone. By letting down your shield and allowing me to relive these memories with you..."
"I allow you to share my burden, thus increasing the bond between us." Obi-Wan smiled at Naovi's insight.
"Exactly," he said. "Will you allow me to do this?"
"I will," she said. "but you must promise that you will think no differently of me after you have seen what you will see"
"I promise," he said. He took both her hands in his and was surprised how cold they were. "Now close your eyes and just relax. Let your mind open." He closed his eyes and reached out to touch his padawan's mind. He pushed past her immediate thoughts, and recent memories to the deepest part of her mind which he had touched only one other time. He felt the barrier, though not as firm this time.
"Let me in, Naovi," he thought, "let me see." Slowly the barrier melted and Obi-Wan felt himself swept into his padawan's unconscious.
He stood in the council's chamber. The council gave no sign that they were aware of his presence. He glanced around the room. Everyone was where they usually were, Master Yoda, Master Windu, and all of the council. The door suddenly opened and five younglings of various species entered. The first was a young human boy, followed by a rodian female, a twi-lek boy, a bothan, and human female who was all too familiar. Her dark eyes were bright as they wandered over the room. "Younglings," Yoda said drawing all of their eyes to him. "A big day for one of you this is. A padawan one of you is about to become." Obi-Wan felt a ripple of excitement come from the young Naovi.
"Master Bantalian," Yoda said. From the shadows he came. Obi-Wan studied the man. He was tall and fit, in his early thirties. His black hair hung down to his shoulders and his face was clean shaven. His hard black eyes were scanning the younglings. 'Please don't let him pick me,' he heard Naovi's thoughts. He looked over at the twelve year old Naovi. Her eyes were on the floor and she was trembling. He could sense her fear. Bantalian walked over to the younglings and stood in front of them. Naovi flinched as Bantalian stared at her.
"I'll take this one." Naovi's fear was overwhelming. The scene in front of him changed into a room he'd never seen before. It was similar to his quarters in the temple but the decor was completely different. It was darker, there was a bed and a few chairs but the floor was hard. The room was cold. Bantalian sat in one chair with Naovi in front of him. Obi-Wan felt sick by the way Bantalian was stroking Naovi's cheek. "Now my young padawan," Bantalian was saying to her, "I'm sure that you were taught that the most important thing a padawan must learn is obedience"
"Yes Master," she said. "So my young padawan," Bantalian said moving his hands down from her face to her shoulders. "Let us just see how obedient you can be." Obi-Wan felt nauseous as Bantalian's hands slid inside Naovi's tunic. He felt terror and revulsion course through the twelve year old as Bantalian fondled her chest . She pulled away from the man with a cry. Bantalian's growled firecely and struck Naovi across the face. "Insubordinant wretch!" he roared. "You will learn to obey me!" The child trembled on the floor as Bantalian stormed away. The room stayed the same as the time passed. Naovi sat staring at a silver orb concentrating on levitating it. There was a bruise under her left eye and she had a fat lip. Bantalian walked in circles around her.
"Concentrate," he ordered sharply. Obi-Wan felt Naovi concentrate hard. The orb hit the floor and Bantalian roared. Naovi jumped as Bantalian threw a chair against the wall.
"You are not concentrating! How are you to learn anything if you do not concentrate"
"I am sorry Master," Naovi said in a small voice.
"You are worthless! I take you as my padawan, an honor which hundreds of younglings wish they had, and what do I get. Laziness, lack of focus, and disobedience. You will learn Naovi! And apparently heavier penalties are needed." Naovi screamed in pain as she was jerked up from the floor. Obi-Wan could feel the pain in her arm and knew that it had been broken. Bantalian flung her onto her back on the bed and came over her. Tears ran down her face as her Master shoved his hand beneath her trousers and fondeled her roughly between her legs. 'It hurts, oh it hurts so bad' Naovi thought as Bantalian bit her neck. He could feel her pain and humiliation as Bantalian ripped open her tunic and squeezed her breasts.
'This is wrong, it's wrong,' she thought as Bantalian ripped off her trousers and shoved his hand inside her. 'Make him stop, please make him stop!' Naovi thoughts ran rapid as Bantalian bit her nipple. His mouth roughly covered hers as his undid his own trousers. Obi-Wan felt as though he were being torn apart as he heard Naovi scream in her mind as Bantalian shoved inside her. Blood covered Naovi's mouth and chin as Bantalian bit her and shoved inside her again and again. He groaned as he climaxed. He pulled out of her and shoved her to the floor. "You will learn Naovi," Bantalian spat at her drawing his robes closed. Naovi curled into a ball on the floor. Obi-Wan was swept away again this time on a ship. Bantalian sat in a chair. Naovi sat in front of him her head bent low. "You have been having bad thoughts my young padawan"
"No master"
"I know you have. I have seen. You have been thinking of telling the council things you should not"
"I am not going to tell the council anything master"
"You are my padawan Naovi and you must do what I tell you"
"Yes master"
"Yes master what"
"Yes I will do whatever you say"
"Very good," Bantalian said opening his robes. "Open your mouth." Naovi opened her mouth. Obi-Wan could feel her disgust as Bantalian pushed his member into her mouth.
"Long slow sucking, and use your tongue. No biting or I will have to punish you." The scene changed again and they were in another room.
"Get in here!" he ordered. With her head bent low Naovi came in. She was older now, at least fourteen.
"Naovi," he said. "You have been disobedient again"
"Yes master," Naovi said. She sounded so defeated. "You know the punishment for disobedience Naovi," Bantalian said.
"Yes master." Bantalian stood up and retrieved a long black ship from his robes.
"Assume the position," he ordered. Naovi removed her robe and tunic and placed her hands against a table.
"Say it," Bantalina ordered.
"I will not be bad," she said. The whip cracked against her back. Obi-Wan felt her scream in his mind.
"I will not be bad," she said again. Each time she said it the whip cracked against her back leaving a long bloody cut in it's wake. The scene changed again. Bantalian was holding Naovi' s head in a vice like grip, his face in a grimace of concentration. With a grunt of frustration and anger he broke the contact and slapped her hard.
"So you have learned to block me. Did your friend Obi-Wan teach you that. Have you become his whore"
'Calm, focused, do not let your anger rule you,' Naovi thought. "You will pay dearly for this my young padawan!" Naovi cried out in fear as Bantalian drew his lightsaber.
'He's going to kill me'
"Defend yourself." Naomi drew her lightsaber. Her movements were clumsy as she attempted to fight Bantalian off.
"You hate me don't you," Bantalian taunted her. "I can feel your hate swelling. Give in to it. Strike me down with all of your hate"
'I do hate him. He's tortured me for four years. If I kill him it will be over. No, I cannot do it. I cannot hate him. I must be calm and at peace. I have to focus. I cannot kill him in anger, that is the way of the dark side. I cannot do it. But I cannot fight him on my own. I do not have the skill. I need help. HELP!"
With her last cry of help Obi-Wan broke the connection. The sky had turned dark which told him that several hours had passed. Obi-Wan's chest felt very heavy. So much pain. So much anguish, and she had born it alone for four years. Without a doubt his padawan was the bravest woman he knew. He opened his eyes and looked at her. Tears streamed from her eyes. He gently took her shoulders and before he knew it she had crawled into his lap. He was surprised but he did not object. He held her tightly against him, her head against his chest. He didn't speak as he stroked her hair and back.
"Now you know," Naovi said her voice shaky.
"How do you feel?" he asked her.
"Like this big sharp jagged log that's been stuck in my stomach has suddenly been yanked out and now I have this big jagged empty hole."
"Will you let me try to fill that hole?"
"How?"
"Like this," he said. He lifted her chin and gently pressed his lips against hers. There was no demanding in the kiss, no control, no taking. Only giving. When he pulled away from her she stared at him with wide eyes.
"That was nice," she said. "Will you do that again?" Obi-Wan smiled and pulled her close. This time he felt her respond to the kiss. It was tender but not passionate. She was not ready for passionate yet. They had taken a huge step today. She had lowered her barriers and let him in and they had shared their first small act of physical intimacy. They still had a long way to go but they had definitely made progress.
Hope it wasn't too intense for you! More coming soon, I promise.