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Chapter Four: Happiness in Slavery
"Don't give us reason to come in there for you, Girl."
Only one of the guards chose to say anything to Uriael as they led her to this new evil's room. They were like eunuchs, in body and in personality, and had only thrown her to Azazul until now.
The one that had spoken went by the name of Farkas.
He was a bothan, which were a humanoid species that resembled a canine in the face. His long pointed ears were pierced, and his eyes were a golden brown. The hair on his face grew into a beard, long and light-brown in color. He was in command of the guards second only to Azazul himself.
The other was a noghri, a vile creature only in appearance. He had expressive black eyes, sharp teeth that sometimes showed from a customary under-bite, and leaden-blue skin stretched over athletically toned muscle. There were a few guards of that race and none had communicated with her.
"This one is important and powerful," Farkas cautioned.
Farkas always seemed to be the one to warn her in certain instances. If Azazul was in a bad mood, he told her to suck it up. If Azazul had been drunk, he would tell her to keep her guard up. Either way, he showed her courtesy; a strange courtesy that didn't involve protecting her.
She knew that she was going to try to be willing to deal with this person while Azazul was gone. Even though the thought was ridiculous, she had been ready to let herself cope with any man or monster that she was forced to deal with.
But as she walked around the next corner, she had regretted ever believing that the treatment could not have gotten worse.
It seemed as though all of the feeling of the floor underneath her ceased and the air that had passed over her skin and hair diminished from her reality. The stalking sense of someone watching her from behind ensued, and alerted her senses.
Each step felt as if she was stumbling down into a bottomless pit. Her stance became tightened and straightened.
Yes, Azazul was a user of the dark side of the Force and yes, he was strong, but this was nothing like she had ever felt before. It was darker and even more terrifying than she could have ever imagined. She was not connected to the Force at the moment, but she could still feel his power through her senses alone.
The dark that had instilled into her bones was her true warning. She knew that she would be visiting with someone at a Sith's caliber tonight.
The question remained as to which one. There were two, and she figured that Azazul would not be stupid enough to allow Darth Vader, or Anakin, to bed with a woman that he knew.
Her heart could have stopped right then, and she would have welcomed it. The thought of Darth Sidious's touch was almost enough to send her into shock.
It must be Sidious.
As she was pushed closer to her destination, the darksider's energies crawled under her skin. His dark energies were all over the place, and went through as well as bounced off of the walls, all at once.
Now that she was in front of the door, she did all she could to ready herself. This was the door that would lead her into a Hell that she would do her best to survive, be it physically or mentally.
The tan door shot upward, which allowed her to see the night engulfed room. She of course was hesitant and allowed herself more time to prepare until the guards grew impatient.
"Go on, Girl," Farkas finally quietly beckoned, while the noghri pressed his blaster into her shoulder.
Disheartened, she went in while her body tensed with stress. After she was far enough inside, Farkas and the other guard left, and the door silently closed down.
Uriael was left there, alone, in the presence of a new kind of danger. Where he was or what he was doing, she was not sure.
The room was frigid, which she had not been accustomed to. In normal circumstances she would have already broken out into a sweat, for Azazul loved his room to be stifling hot.
She wrapped herself up in her arms and exhaled with shivers. It was all she could do with so little coverage from her current attire.
After her eyes grew used to the change in light, she noticed a large balcony door. It was made of glass, and allowed the city's lights to shine against the carpeted floor.
She found herself walking over, softly on her bare feet, momentarily uncaring of the other person in the room with her.
Her hand met with the curved glass and her eyes took in the new Coruscant. She could only remember how beautiful Coruscant once was when she first came there.
When she was a young girl, her father had found that she had a special gift. He knew first hand that she would probably have this gift and he had connections to Saesee Tiin, an iktotchi Jedi council member, and he used the opportunity to allow her a better life.
Tiin, and a Jedi knight, Shaak Ti, had traveled to her home world personally to take her in front of the council. Shaak Ti, who had not been successful with her first two padawans, was given another chance to properly raise a knight. Eventually, that would have been Uriael herself.
Those lights that she once loved and held close to her heart were gone now. There was nothing but the emptiness of the void that she was afraid would never be refilled, ever again.
Just as she began to slide her fingers down the glass while deep into her thoughts, the presence of the man was finally revealed.
He had been behind her for some time, examining her, and watching her in the dark. He had been perversely eying her body, scrutinizing, judging, and patiently teasing himself with what he wanted to do to it.
Her eyes collected with trepidation, as she lifted her hands away from the glass. She could see her breath, the small streams of fog fading into the dark. No matter how strong she kept, her body continued to shake.
"You're trembling."
She swallowed in air, which pressured the brace around her neck.
The voice did not sound like Emperor Palpatine's, so she knew that it was not Darth Sidious. And it certainly did not sound like Anakin's either… but then, who?
"It's cold," she replied, while doing a good job in speaking without stuttering, remembering Volutta's threat.
She figured that if she kept quiet, that the strange man would begin to suspect that there was something different about this particular servant.
"I like it cold."
His voice was deep and calm which caused Uriael's body to tense ever more strongly. The emotionless tone filled her ears and almost seemed to send her signals as to what was to be done to her.
The slight sound of steady, yet heavy feet hit the ground and ended right behind her. The air shifted, and she could feel that his face was over her right shoulder. His natural heat emanated off of his person, and she could tell why he preferred the cold. She tightened her hands into fists, with the hope that she could calm her nerves.
A warm breath hit the slant of her neck, and her body's reaction both concerned and disgusted her, and continued to do so as both of his hands grabbed each side of her slim waist.
His fingers and palms moved down her hips, gently but also perversely, only to smooth upwards towards her upper belly.
"What shall I call you?" she asked, faintly, hoping to distract her nerves from his touch.
"My Lord," he answered, with a slight smirk.
"Yes… my Lord."
She shuddered as he firmly pressed her into his body, only to feel firm skin against her own. He was topless and she could tell that he had a masculine build. She knew right then how strong he was and, most of all, how much damage he could do to her small frame.
His fingers began to untie the front of her laced dress, from top to bottom, and pulled the threads out of their holes, allowing the dress to become loose against her body. They then traveled from her bellybutton all the way in between her breasts, until they made it to her shoulders.
A warm cheek disquieted Uriael, as it rested against her own.
He inhaled through his nose as he moved to the laces on her back.
She does have an alluring scent.
After he had finished untying her dress from behind, he pulled the lace through and tossed it to the floor.
The dark man moved his hands up her back, to her neck and followed around the brace; he paid it no mind, as he was more concerned with touching her smooth and, apparently, hairless skin. They then went down her neck to find the only things that were keeping her dressed, right on the very edges of each shoulder.
She could feel his thumbs forcing down the sleeves of the dress and she hoped that her embarrassment with herself would go unnoticed.
The dress was now a pile at her feet and the piercing inclemency met with her body and caused goose bumps to crawl about her skin. She dismissed the feeling of his warm hands traveling up her body, only to rest against her breasts.
Maul relished every contour over her trimmed figure. Her stomach and abdomen were not only flat, but felt toned, as did her hips, her back, and her shoulders. Her breasts were also satisfactory and fit almost perfectly in each hand.
His touch was relaxed and grazed over the small bumps on her bare skin, despite the lust that wanted immediate claim.
He began to move himself into a lower position on the floor. She stayed obedient and followed.
"You are cold," he groaned as he began to place himself on top of her much smaller body.
Her eyes were closed and she remained amenable underneath him.
Maul could not see her, but he could perceive exactly what position she lay in. He shoved a hand under her, plastering it in-between her shoulder blades, and lifted her up to him, while keeping one hand against the ground to hold up the both of them.
He could see, just barely from the intrusion of lights from the outside, a bit of her face. Her eyebrows were furrowed over two softly shut eyes. Underneath her eyes, he could see two strange markings.
She is tough, he analyzed, noticing that she would not open her eyes to him and that she kept a look of impassivity.
He seized hold of her posterior and brought her against his clothed crotch. It was nice and firm in his hands. She in turn was broken of her solitude and let out a soft moan. She also opened her eyes.
Damn… She was ashamed.
After all of the times that she had been raped and molested, she was still not used to it. Each and every time, was like a first. For whatever reason, her body would not allow her to become used to it… any of it.
His hands then pressed harshly against the outside of her hard thighs, only to position his thumbs inside to move her legs apart from one another.
"I promise that you will get more out of me than Azazul," he explained as he pressed himself on top of her, while pulling down his pants.
Uriael presented with a sinking feeling in her gut as she felt just how aroused he was and how close he was to commence with his pleasure-seeking act. He was hard against her midriff and slowly allowed himself to slide down to her fearful opening.
Her heart began to race as she could feel the very tip of his member right at the entrance of the very place that had been wasted by Azazul, and it took all of her will to keep herself from acting on the urge to fight back against him. But the fact that he had no idea that she was a Jedi as well as the fact that he was unaware of her disinterest in having sex made her want to deal with the pain rather than make it into a rape.
He brought his face down over hers in hopes to really see what she looked like, but the darkness shadowed over most of her features.
Her eyes were shut again, he noticed. Not once had she looked at him. He knew that it was not because of his appearance, since they both were unable to see the other.
He allowed himself to lessen the weight that he had put onto her so that he could move his left hand towards her face.
She almost flinched, but resisted from doing so, when she felt the oddly soft touch of a rather hard hand underneath her chin. It lifted her face and, out of instinct, she looked up.
The shadowy appearance of the man that she was with was only intimidating because of what he was, but the touch of his hand did not fit with the villainy of her usual captor.
He finally saw that her face was more than descent and actually was very attractive- the shape of her face had angular features, but a petite chin and soft cheek bones that were not overly prominent. On top of the cheek bones were markings that went from under her eyes to right above her jaw. She had lips that were not too full, but perfectly aligned and even to each other. Her nose did not come out too far and had a featured flatness to it, but it certainly matched well with the rest of her features.
And then he saw her eyes which, with even the smallest amount of light, glistened. The almond shaped, gray and pale yellow eyes were now unknowingly looking into his. They watched him with curiosity and a certain anxiety which was perceived, on his part, as impatience.
"Does Azazul find you pleasing?"
"Yes," she answered uncomfortably, softly, as her cheeks grew hot while his fingers went to stroke the left side of her face. "I hope you are also pleased, my Lord."
Maul answered the woman by having condensed his lips onto hers.
Uriael knew that there was no getting out of this situation without him having his way with her, so she obliged to his kiss and responded back by opening herself up wider to allow him easier entry between her lips. She even went as far as to press her hands against his chest, almost defensively, which was something she had not been able to do in a while.
Both of his hands found their way to either side of her face, at the soft touch, of what he could only imagine as thin and beautiful fingers, pressed against his chest, and he began to get into it further with his tongue, wanting to explore within her nether regions in exactly the same way. Maybe he would… but at that moment, he only thought of pleasure for himself.
The once Sith found that he truly wanted to relieve himself of the celibacy that he had lived with for over ten years. He hadn't had sex since he was in his 20's, but what he could remember from it was an amazing feeling that even he thought was worth revisiting.
He would do his best to pleasure her as well, mainly to downgrade whatever prowess that Azazul had shown with her, but he was almost certain that the night would last the both of them long enough to where each would have to count the number of times that they peaked.
He did not commence with his act, however, because the woman seemed to be stressed about something, as if there was a conflicting attitude towards the situation.
Maul found it strange that this woman was as tense as she was. According to Azazul, she hadn't been a virgin since two months prior, and the fact of the matter was that she was, according to Azazul, in the business of prostitution. But she still seemed uncomfortable with the situation. Even if thus far she had done nothing to show resistance to his actions.
I wonder…
He ignored his own carnal desire to enter and relieve himself into the woman and decided to investigate her, before he acted on his instinctive want.
…
At first, all he could see was darkness. There was no sound, no movement, or anything that would awaken his senses and he was unable to see the solid ground that he was walking on.
Suddenly, he found that the darkness had turned into a room painted of a deep azure.
Sadness.
He could feel a number of things that she was enduring and had been enduring. Right now, she was in a state of dysphoria, which Maul didn't particularly appreciate due to what they were currently in the middle of doing. But, he felt that there was a more chronic and underlying reason to her depression.
She was grieving… the loss of family. She had lost a number of people that were close to her, and recently as well. There was also something that had been taken from her person, against her will.
This girl… who is she…
Sounds of rustling movement whispered through the room. Maul turned to where the sound came from and saw a strange sight.
A little girl with long, purplish brown-colored hair was sitting and facing the corner of a wall. She had an exotic blanket with strange, indigenous, multi-colored markings wrapped tightly around her shoulders.
She seemed to be messing with something and struggling with it as well. The sounds of the clinking of metal, almost the same as shackles grinding against one another, bounced off of the walls into Maul's ears.
The sound itself was enough to make him want to go over and snatch what ever she was piddling with out of her grasp, but he was more concerned with who this child was supposed to be.
As he made his first step towards the girl, he felt a pull against his chest and back. He immediately stopped in his tracks as the Force was being used to keep him from moving.
What the Hell-
"Don't even think about going near her."
Maul turned his head to the right and saw a figure in the very far corner of his sights.
"Adevo supe hi, Uri," the woman said, eyeing the little girl.
[Come over here, Uri.]
The child immediately turned around confusedly at the woman, but when she realized that there was a strange man standing in between the two, her expression went from confused to fear-filled.
Maul peaked over at the child's dirtied face and saw that she had strange "7" shaped markings under each eye, just like the young woman that was in his room with him. She also had rusted chains around her wrists.
The little girl looked as if she was in conflict with herself. She stood up and took a few small steps forward towards the woman that had called for her. But then she peered back up at Maul and hesitated, too afraid to go any further.
"Ope non fati- is ca per vo iam," she convinced after having noticed the girl was scared.
[Don't worry- he can't move right now.]
The little girl glanced up at Maul once more and then decided to trust the older woman. She grabbed the blanket and held tightly to it to keep bundled within it and ran towards the woman, and sped up as she fearfully ran past the strange man.
"Let go of this hold you have on me," Maul ordered the mysterious woman.
"Why are you here?" the woman asked in a demanding manner.
"What's it to you?" Maul remarked.
"I don't appreciate strangers looking into my thoughts," she answered, honestly.
The woman lessened the hold that she had around his torso. This allowed him to turn around, to see who this person was.
The woman was a young adult, in face and body. Her eyes were a strange form of yellow and gray and she had a strange variant of brunette and violet colored hair, the same as the little girl's. Her hair was parted on the right and braided back into a tight bun. Her skin was a mix between fair and bronze, and her complexion was clean.
She was wearing a steel gray, v-neck tunic which had sleeves that met her elbows, and covered all the way until just a few inches above her belly button, which exposed a toned midriff.
Underneath her tunic was a black, turtle neck skin-shirt that filled the space between the low dip in the tunic's neck line and the rest of the length of her arms until they were stretched over her palms, only leaving her fingers exposed.
Just below her belly button was a pair of tight, dark gray cargo pants with a black belt. The legs of the pants were stuffed into a pair of black boots, which had no heel and stopped right above the knee.
Maul was not only interested at the exquisite look of the woman but was also surprised at her audacity to ask him who he was and what his business here was.
"You are foolish to question my motives here," he commented, half-way hissing out his displeasure.
"Why? Because you are a Sith?" she questioned.
"Precisely," Maul answered back, halfway lying.
"Whatever happened to the rule of two?"
"That is no concern of yours."
"You must not know what I am then," she explained. "I especially don't like strangers who happen to be of Sith-origin to wander here."
Maul could have screamed in laughter. Did this demanding woman really think that she was in a higher position than he was at that moment?
"You obviously disapprove of me because of that," Maul noted. "You are also frightened of that fact."
The woman glanced downward and shook her head weakly and let out a soft sigh.
"Do you have any idea… what you are doing?" she asked and looked back up at him. "What you are doing to her?"
She motioned to the little girl that was hiding behind her left leg.
Maul looked over at the girl once more and noticed that she was still trembling fearfully behind the older woman.
"I am curious as to what you think I am doing to you," Maul growled. "Not that I would care."
"Why would you care about bringing harm to someone-" she voiced aloud to herself.
Harm?.
"-let alone bringing harm to a Jedi."
Maul stopped in thought after having heard what the woman just said. His eyes grew wide and his heart began to race to the point of being able to feel the pulse in his neck. Every muscle in his body tightened. Even his jaw clinched, which caused his teeth to grind against one another.
Out of instinct, he reached within his black robe to grab a hold of his lightsaber. But it wasn't attached to his belt. As a matter of fact, his utility belt was missing from the rest of his attire.
His brow furrowed over his eyes and he glared towards the woman.
She's… a Jedi.
The woman seemed to have struck a new emotion out of the Sith and did so almost intentionally, it seemed. But the little girl was not so happy about what the older woman had just announced.
"Sit non volo scio!" The little girl exclaimed.
[He isn't supposed to know!]
"Vos shol non permi a Sith operor tali are vobi. Vos postulo pugno tergu," The older woman answered, with finality.
[You should not let a Sith do such a thing to you. You need to fight back.]
"Well," he commented with a menacing tone, interrupting the conversation they were having in a foreign tongue. "Whatever I was doing to you before is going to be wanted compared to what I will do to you now."
The little girl, completely overcome by anger and sadness towards the older woman, and by an indescribable fear towards the Sith, tried to protest against him leaving, but the older woman- the Jedi- held her back to allow him to exit her mind.