Dantooine, Ancient Groove (Three weeks later)
Juhani

In her solitude Juhani had discovered a new strength. The Darkside whispered to her its secrets. She searched out eagerly for its voice. Leading her to one of the old burial mounds, long assumed to be built by the first people of the planet. A slope led up to its heavy stone door, too thick to cut through even by her lightsaber. Juhani studied it for weeks trying to undo the powerful seal placed on it, but her power wasn't great enough yet. So, she prowled the planes seeking out challenges to grow it.

Finding it in the many Raiders that had grown too comfortable raping and pillaging. They knew the Jedi were too afraid to do anything. The Raiders didn't even waste time hiding their camps at night. Burning their bonfires brightly on the open plans for anyone to see how they celebrated their winnings. By loudly celebrating with drink and their poor victims playing unwilling whore.

Juhani walked straight into the uncivilized festivities. Walking amongst Raiders too high on spice to know where they even were. One of them, a Duros, accidentally walked straight into the firing range where a few Mandalorians were competing in a shooting competition. They made him a part of the sport, tossing their bottles at him and exploding them with blaster fire. The winning shot was two bottles thrown at the same time. Being shot as the sailed past both sides of his face and killing him with the resulting shrapnel tearing his head to ribbons.

Juhani's heart didn't bleed for him as she observed the needless cruelty. Her ear turned to the sound of gagged sobs. The vile ménage à trois was silhouetted against the great light of the bonfire. Two large Mandalorians suspended their victim between their groins, her feet not even touching the ground. She was just a simple homesteader Juhani recognized named Decima. A beautiful woman with long auburn hair normally tied back in a giant braid. Her skin, enviously kissed by the sun, was flourished with freckles. Known well for catching every young man and girl's eyes in the sundresses she favored. Swathing around her curves and the slop of her round ass.

Now her dress had been torn into soiled rags just staying on by a thread. Her skirt was flipped over on her back and her hips roughly bruised from how hard they'd been handled. Juhani saw the tally marks left on each of her bouncing tits. The evidence of just how many had taken her reflected in how her limbs hung limply in the air as she was raped. Only swaying in the air in rhythm with the thrusts of the current Mandalorian woman fucking her ass with an oversized strap-on. Tears old and new streaked her face being stretched open on a second turgid cock. Gagging her weak sobs as he buried her nose into his crotch. Bulging out her neck repeatedly as he slammed his cock down it.

Juhani felt a sick wave of disgust at the acts of the Mandalorians, and a wish to be the next in line to have a turn with her. Her face was growing flush watching the way Decima was abused. Her breathing was growing heavy like her heartbeat. The fallen Jedi's eyes were glued to the way her body jiggled and recoiled at each thrust. Juhani's breath hitched as she saw the first in a series of spasms begin in the woman's limbs. The self-loathing for enjoying any kind of pleasure was evident as her eyes grew large and her legs began to kick wildly. Juhani searched out with the force probing what she endured.

The victim was experiencing a powerful orgasm that mentally took her away from all this. Riding a wave of pleasure that exploded like a star. Her body tensed and contracted around both cocks bringing them to a finish as well. Decima was still twitching uncontrollably as they came in her. The woman had no way to fight against it. Only able to swallow as much as possible to avoid drowning. The excess dribbled down her chin and landed on her breasts, as she did her best to endure Decima noticed Juhani. Recognition flashed in her eyes with unmistakable hope. Juhani met her gaze holding it, and then she licked her lips stealing the hope away. One of the Raiders had also finally noticed her as well. He confidently came up to her still able to walk on his fifth cup of wine but wasn't able to deliver his opening line with Juhani's blue blade springing to life through his heart.

The thurm of her blade cut through the celebration of the party as every head snapped to her. Letting the corpse slowly fall off her blade Juhani leisurely pointed its tip to all those around her. Feasting on the collected fear and shock they radiated with.
"It's a Jed-GAH!", a Duros began to shout, but with a flick of her wrist Juhani's lightsaber was impaled in his chest. Flying back to her outstretched hand as she shouted, "I AM NO JEDI!" Her voice boomed with a power that made them all shirk back. She grinned as she first pointed to herself and then back to them all, "I am Juhani, AND I WILL BE YOUR DOOM!"

When the last Mandalorian was cleaved from sternum to his hip bone, Juhani was left purring as she served the dead in two. It had all been a blur of light and sound to her. The particle energy of blaster fire came from every side, but she didn't even need to block. Juhani became something ethereal like the arrival of winter wind on the warm summer night. No longer holding back like before. Wasting no time endangering her own life with careful restrained blows. Juhani found herself laughing as she clawed out their throats.

She poured every bit of collected rage into her attacks. Leaving her dark mark on each corpse that landed on the ground. The kath hounds would eat on them after she was done here and grow fat taking on her anger. Juhani licked a small wound on the back of her hand. Adrenaline was still pumping through her as she mourned the end of the massacre. She was panting with the need for one more kill to savor.

Her attentionsnapped to the only other living soul. Decima hadn't moved from where she'd been hastily dropped on her hands and knees. The woman had been transfixed watching the bloodbath before her. Now she watched as Juhani sauntered up to her. She knew how the woman saw her corrupted savior: Blood drenched claws, wearing the tattered battle-damaged robes of the Jedi, but there was something sensuous exuding from her. Juhani never felt more attractive in her life as she closed in on the woman.

Decima gulped looking up at her before prostrating herself into the blood splattered ground. Silently begging to be spared as Juhani savored how the curves of her body were bathed by the bonfire light. A dark impulse whispered to end one more life. Juhani gripped the hilt of her weapon ready to obey, but she hesitated. Instead, she roughly lifted Decima up off the ground by the Force. Imposing her will upon the woman to better see Decima's beauty; Unable to be hidden by marks of her torment.

Juhani grazed her fingertips over Decima's face, and down the slopes of her breast. Counting each derogatory mark left on them to a total of fourteen, not including the two who Juhani had interrupted before they could add their tallies. Still, even as Decima trembled in fear, Juhani saw the hatred burning in her. They had broken something inside that needed to lash out. Juhani sweetly stroked a single claw over Decima's lips opening them, and without a word but a single hot breath, kissed her.

Cleaning the woman's mouth of any foul taste. Drinking in her sorrows. Decima's eyes grew wide, and her tired worn body began to heal in Juhani's embrace. The fallen Jedi poured the strength of her hatred into the other woman. Restoring Decima's injuries as the kiss became more passionate. She felt her resistance begin to slip away. Her body growing slacked in Juhani's hold before embracing it back.
"I-I don't understand.", Decima whispered between the eternities of their kiss. Juhani shamelessly had her fill of the woman's round ass, "You've been through enough tonight. I will do you no more harm, but in return…I want just one thing."
Decima sighed with a delicate moan, "Anything. I will give you anything."

Juhani pushed away from Decima and smiled drunk on her own total victory. Decima reached out longingly for her, but Juhani kept her distance at a step. She dragged her claws over the remainder of her vest. Sinking them deep into the material and tearing it wide open. Letting her breasts bounce free, catching Decima's hungry gaze. Juhani held her arms spread wide apart, leaving herself totally open.

Her voice vibrated with the power of the Force, "I want you to take all that rage inside you, and I want you to hurt me with it."

Dantooine, Dueling Room (The next day)
Aria Vercet

Aria had advanced quickly enough to begin one on one combat with other adult students. Makashi was the second form of lightsaber combat. An elegant form which was punctuated by its ability to swiftly end a fight. It wasted no time or energy with acrobatics. As soon as the blade was ignited it became like a strike of lightning. With her experience with knives and swords Arai adapted well to it. Earning both respect and ire from her classmates after each hard-fought victory.

In her current match against a strong Zabrak that wasa full head taller, she was being pushed back. The crackle of their training sabers crashing like thunder as she blocked his blows. Arai strained to direct her blade properly in time. Bastila had been right in reminding her a lightsaber wasn't like any sword. The hilt in her hand was heavier than she expected when turned on. Taking a great amount of focus to control the energy produced from it. The balance was different than that of a traditional sword, but there was something familiar about it.

Aria relied on her footwork to outpace her opponent. Just avoiding the tip of his blade, aiming for a disarming Cho Mai hit on her wrist. The blades of the training sabers weren't lethal, but Arai's sore arms showed her collection of light burns. Marks representing the numerous times they had been left painfully numbed. The sleeves of her robes had been singed so badly that it had stopped offering any protection. She'd already tore off the sleeves because the holes had annoyed her.

The Zabrak changed the angle of his next strike aimed straight for her chest. The surprise Shiak stab caught her by surprise, and Aria was just able to parry it. However, he had managed to catch the overlap of her robes. Aria hissed feeling the fabric burn against her breast. With practiced ease she spun away from his follow-up thrust and undid the robes at the same time. Aria threw the robe blinding him before launching her own attack.

By the time the Zabrak cut away the distraction she was already too close. Crouched low under him with her blade inside his guard. Aria bounced her blade between his biceps, a double use of Cho Sun, winning her the fight. The Zabrak groaned, deactivating his weapon as both arms lost their strength. He took a deep breath, managing the pain and bowed to her.
"Well fought.", He didn't smile looking anywhere but at her. Aria deactivated her lightsaber and bowed back before collecting the ruined robe. She heard the whispers behind her back as she stooped over.

"She's too shameless!"
"He would have won if she didn't flaunt herself."
"She was too aggressive. Why did she hit both his arms?" Aria paid no mind as she found a spot to rest. They acted as if she was topless without the robe, despite the sports bra she wore. These training robes just got in the way for her. She'd had already stopped wearing the majority of what they'd initial given her. Stripping away the layers to something she could more easily move in. Happy with a simple short jacket without sleeves and some black leggings.

The sparring matches were intense. Leaving her drenched in sweat all over. Everyone here knew that they were preparing for a future battle with Dark Jedi. It's why they spent so much time perfecting Makashi. The style was developed solely for lightsaber combat. To fight those who had fallen from their Order. Those that they might one day recognize on the battlefield. Aria didn't doubt any of them were looking forward to such vitriol reunions.

She wiped off her sweat using her destroyed robe. Wiping off her nape and arms before the top of her cleavage. Pulling at her bra so she could wipe on the inside. Aria ignored the judgmental eyes that lingered on her motions. There was a sudden increase in decided matches as the contestants lost their focus, catching her out of the corner of their vision. Belaya was quickly at her side looking annoyed and sounding exasperated, "You can't be doing that here. It's too distracting to everyone here."

"The Galaxy is a distracting place.", Aria shot back, "They can either learn to deal with it, or lose their life because they can't. Not everyone else dresses as modestly as they do here. Are you expecting the Sith and Dark Jedi to keep a Jedi's modesty?" Belaya squared her shoulders back flaring her nostrils, "Your behavior is totally unacceptable!" Aria was growing irritated but kept her tone tight, "I'm simply wiping off sweat." Pulling at the bottom elastic of her bra she cleaned her under-boob. Belaya was unable to keep her eyes from glancing down and growing flustered.

"That's it! If you want a lesson, then I'm going to give you it!", She turned around clearing the dueling space with a single look. Aria could taste the high emotions she inspired in the Padawan. Belaya could pretend all she wanted that she had mastered her emotions, but Aria felt how easy she was still lost to them. Summoning her strength for one more fight, Aria got up. Taking her place across from Belaya, "Perhaps you should meditate on just what lesson you're trying to teach here. If there even is one." Belaya's anger began to bubble, "That constant mockery will see you in trouble."

Aria brought her lightsaber hilt up in a salute before igniting the blade. "Hasn't killed me yet." Belaya was fast, only a blur to the naked yet. Yet her strong emotions made her easy to follow. Aria blocked the attack, but still found herself being pushed back. The Padawan was stronger than she looked, using the Force to increase her strength. Belaya was already side stepping her, bringing her blade around to hit Aria from the back. Aria leapt up into the air doing a backflip over the attack but needed to parry again as soon as she landed!

Belaya oversaw training for a reason. She wasn't as skilled as Bastila, but Aria found no gaps to exploit. Every hit she blocked threatened to disarm herself. Aria needed to utilize her connection to the Force to avoid defeat. The longer she starved off losing the more Belaya grew frustrated. It led the Padawan to overextending on an attempted Mou Kei sweep to her knees. Aria was able to jump over the cut and shoulder bash Belaya back. It gave her the opening to go on the offensive.

Aria couldn't afford to give her a chance to recover. She allowed the Force to work through her. Guiding her blade in a rapid flurry of attacks Belaya could just keep at bay. Aria began to see three moves ahead, anticipating Belaya's next move before the Padawan even knew what she would do herself. The speed she had in the beginning was gone; Belaya seemed to move in slow motion. Too easily telegraphing her next attempt to recapture her earlier dominance. She was starting to panic, realizing that everyone saw her struggle with a mere novice. An outsider that only a few weeks ago had been training with children.

Embarrassment fed her anger, fanning the flames of it like fuel, but she refused to tap into it. Belaya let it pass from her despite knowing it would turn the tides of their fight. She caught Aria's overhead blow, and the two remained locked in a struggle. Aria bared down on Belaya's lightsaber needing all her strength to not be thrown off. Belaya struggled under her steadily losing her strength, one of her knees buckled to the floor. Something was throwing off the Padawan's concentration, and Arai saw the answer in Belaya's eyes darting to and fro her breasts dangling right in the Padawan's face.

Aria fought the urge to laugh. She thrusted out her tits and shook them without warning. Belaya gulped and lost her focus completely. Aria easily disarmed her with a single bat to her saber. There was a stunned silence in the room as all the Padawans debated if they really just saw that happen. Belaya buried her face in her hands completely embarrassed. Aria had no shame, hooking her thumbs under her bra strap and making sure everyone got a good look at what won the fight. "Lesson for the day: Expect the unexpected and get used to it, use it."

Dantooine, Ancient Grove
Juhani

Juhani rested on the ancient stones enjoying the heat of the sun on her naked body. It was covered in cuts and bruises left by Decima. The woman's great anger had been unleashed on her without restraint. Gifting Juhani a new well of dark emotions to draw upon, making her even stronger. After Decima had thoroughly used her till there was not even embers remaining in the bonfire, Juhani had carried the passed-out woman to one of the speeders. Programming it with automated coordinates for the Jedi Enclave.

She ached finely all over. Pressing into her wounds to cause a stir of fresh pain, Juhani purred as she grew excited again. She had came so much enduring Decima's repeated abuse. The woman had made use of the strap-on that had been used on her before. Fucking roughly into Juhani till the Cathar had screamed. Clawing into Decima's back with her claws urging the woman on. Decima hit her hard across the face not stopping her hips. Juhani was growing wet just thinking about how much it had stung like fire.

If only Belaya would stop toying with her heart. The two could share this every night for the rest of their lives. Juhani felt the continued conflict in her. It grew each day making the wait more bearable. Juhani snapped her eyes open feeling someone approach. For a second she imagined it was Belaya, but she knew immediately after it was not. Juhani summoned her lightsaber to hand and assumed a low crouch hiding behind a pillar.
"Juhani?", the familiar male voice called out.

It was Dak Vesser.