Chapter 6: The Life of a Pleasure Slave

Dark Before Dawn

By JumpingArabLuvr33

Luke was messing around with his own personal TIE Fighter the hangar bay of the Executer, when Vader came and told him the news about Kelcie. Whenever he was confused or upset, Luke found modifying his TIE fighter rather comforting.

"So, she'll get to live?" Luke asked his father.

"Yes . . . For now." Vader replied.

Vader sensed his son's conflicting emotions.

"I have been assured by the Emperor that it is all right for you to have . . . Feelings for the Jedi. As long as they are just . . . Physical, and do not cloud your better judgment."

Luke could hardly believe what his father was saying. He had always been taught emotions where a weakness, especially emotions like compassion, and love.

"You may go claim here whenever you're ready." Vader said, and left.

Luke slumped against the side of his fighter; feeling more confused than when he'd first met the Jedi.

He sighed, might as well go claim her. Hopefully she wouldn't mind being his pleasure slave. Hopefully.

"You want me to be your WHAT!" Kelcie yelled.

"Be quiet!" Luke hissed. "We'll discuss this when we get to my quarters!"

"I am not going to your chambers!" Kelcie snapped.

"You have no choice!" Luke retorted. "You either change into the slave girl outfit on your own, or I will bring some storm troopers to do it for you!"

"Fine!" she snapped. She glared, and took the skimpy dark blue slave girl outfit from him.
Luke didn't bother to reply, he just left her cell. Once outside, he slumped against a wall and ran a hand through his hand through his hair. What in the Force's name, had he gotten himself into?

"Are you finished?" he called through the door, after standing outside waiting for her for almost a half-hour

"Hold on a minute!" she yelled.

"You know there isn't that much to change into!" Luke pointed out.

"I noticed!" she retorted.

"If you're thinking about escaping, I wouldn't try it. The walls are magnetically sealed." Luke said lazily.

He heard her sigh in frustration. "Fine, you can come in now!"

Luke opened the door and walked in, lazily giving her a once over.

"Stop looking at me like that!" she growled.

"Like what?" Luke smirked.

She made a move to strike hi, but he caught her wrist. "You're the slave," he said evenly. "And I'm the Master, remember that."

"Whatever . . . Master." she spat.

"Stromtroopers will escort you to my chambers, wait for me there. I have something on the command bridge I must attend to."

"Oh boy," she said sarcastically. "I can hardly wait."

This is torture. Kelcie thought.She was sitting on Luke's bed, waiting for him to return. Real smart Kenobi, get yourself into being a pleasure slave for a Sith Lord. Real smart.

She shivered. Her "slave girl outfit" hardly covered anything at all. It was made of a thing, dark blue material, that amazingly enough, matched the color of her eyes. She'd left her long, slightly wavy blond hair down, and it went about halfway down her back.

She shouldn't be angry; anger was of the Dark side. But she was the pleasure slave to a . . . to a Sith for Force's sake.

Suddenly, the door opened and Luke entered. She looked up, but noticed he didn't give her the hungry look her had given her in her cell.

"I'm not 'romantically' interested in you, you know." he said quietly.

Kelcie forced back a gasp. How had he known what she was thinking?

Luke suddenly looked embarrassed. "Sorry," he muttered. "I just . . . Never mind."
Kelcie wisely decided not to press the subject.

"I've never had a slave before," he admitted.

"Oh, that's reassuring." she replied. "Do you even know what a pleasure slave is?"

"Um . . . I can guess." He paused. "Of course I know what a pleasure slave is! Do you want to go back in that cell, because it can be arranged!"
"It'd be a whole lot better than have to kiss the likes of you!" she retorted.

What was the matter with her? She hardly ever lost her temper.

"You don't have to! I just wanted to get you out of there! A simple 'thank you' would have been sufficient!"

"I'm not sharing a bed with you!" she snapped. "I'd rather sleep on the floor."

"Over there." Luke motioned to a small pile of fabrics on the floor.

"Well, at least you have some decency." she muttered.

"Look," Luke said in frustration. "It's late. We'll discuss this more tomorrow."

"Yes, Master." she mumbled.

"Luke." he corrected.

"Whatever."
She stalked over to the pile of fabrics without another word, and Luke sighed, and went to go change in the 'fresher. After he changed into a pair of black sleeping pants, he climbed into bed.

Kelcie was confusing. Of course, he didn't blame her. Being pushed into something you didn't want to do was rough. For any other slave, he would have just shown them who was boss. Nevertheless, he couldn't bring himself to do that to her. And hearing her thoughts? Well, that was just down right creepy. He shifted in the bed. Maybe if her slept on it, things would look clearer in the morning. Maybe.

Ok, sorry about the delay, but we just took my brother up to college (It was his first year) so I haven't had access to a computer. Anyway, hope you enjoy.