Warning: This chapter contains violent sex. Use of Force and mild blood. This chapter can be skipped wiout missing any major plot by anyone who is uncofortable by such depictions.

Leviathan, Hyperspace
Darth Bandon

The Sith had been awoken from his kolto tank when the first turbo laser had struck Taris. A silent scream born of the planet's masses so haunting it frightened him. Then he began to bask in it all. Letting the horrific act that his future inheritance, the Sith armada, wrought pool into him. Feasting on the fear to restore his strength. Destroying the tank when his power overfilled from his physical shell. Killing a few unlucky medical staff caught in the explosion of glass. He had demanded to be taken immediately to a viewing deck to watch the destruction.

Now a day later he was pacing in his private chamber. Attended by his medical droid, grating on his nerves with useless prattling. Still recovering, it would be months before he was fully healed, but it was a testament to his power. No one else could have survived his Master's prudent lesson. It lingered still in each move he made; a terrible pain he refused to dull with blockers. He had acted too hastily and suffered justly for it. Bandon had grown impatient with his Master's slow hunt for the Jedi. It had been two weeks since his weapon had cut down the last Republic soldier on the Endar Spire.

His failure only added a new source of hatred to empower him. Meditating on it, seething in it, letting it grow for the next time he attacked. A third chance on his Malak's life wouldn't be permitted. His next attempt would result in one of them dying. The idea excited him greatly, making him thirst for the day he would toast his accension to Dark Lord with Malak's blood. His dry throat ached for something wet, and his rage demanded something more satisfying. Bandon called for his personal acolytes. Twin Kiffars, siblings that he had scouted two years ago at the Korriban academy.

They entered clad in their dark robes obscuring their features, but the bright clan-tattoo markings on their faces peeked out from under their hoods. Kneeling with a fist to the floor they hung their heads low. The brother spoke, "Yes my Shadow Hand?"
Bandon presided over them with his tall height. Vial-tox and his sister, Orzon, were gifted assassins. He had made use of their talents in clearing the path to becoming Malak's apprentice. When he became the Dark Lord, he would reward one of them with his current title; A duel would decide which if one hadn't already been killed by the other. However, he suspected it would be Orzon that would win. Every name he had provided for her talents had been no challenge.

Still, it had been her suggestion to strike his Master while he was weakened. He had trusted her strategy and had suffered for it. Now it was her turn. Bandon stretched out his empty hand, throwing a heavy invisible chain around the assassin's throat. Orzon was pulled off the ground in a sharp gasp of pain, flying to his hand around her neck. Vial-tox didn't react as his only family was being choked, maybe to death, while kicking ineffectively in the air.
Bandon took enjoyment watching how her eyes rolled back in her skull. It made his cock twitch. He spoke plainly ignoring what he was doing, "It's below your station, but I'm parched for a drink. Fetch me some wine."
The medical droid began to object, "Master Bandon, I must refuse to let you drink wine in your current heal-"

He lashed out destroying the medical droid with his free hand. Unleashing a bolt of lighting from his fingertips frying the circuits of the droid. His unpunished Acolyte remained kneeling with no reaction to any of his actions.
"Any command you give me is my station, my Master.", Vial-tox kept his head low as he stood bowing out of the room. Happy to leave his competition to die. Bandon sunk his fingers deep against Orzon's neck, careful not to accidentally snap it.
"I'm not going to kill you."
"Th-Thank you- my Master!", She gasped with the mercy of his relaxed grip.

Her hood had fallen during the pull to his hand. Revealing her long thick black hair that was kept tied back with a hidden knife. Her facial tattoos did nothing to subtract from her dark beauty. If Bandon had anything left in him to love with, it would have belonged to Orzon the first time he saw her, but his heart was a cold fire that only consumed. He threw her down to the floor tearing her robes loose. The fabric draping around her near always hidden figure. Now framing the curves of her well-trained body. The sight made his cock grow hard bulging well defined in his loose pants.

Her eyes hyper-focused on the appendage, then back up to her Master. Bandon liked the accepted knowing look in her scared eyes. How her bosom began to excitedly heave. She stayed on the floor, knowing she needed to beg permission to be properly punished to avoid the worst.
"Master… please let me demonstrate my whole-hearted sincerity for your mercy at my grievous error."
"Let you?", Bandon grabbed Orzon by her hair. Roughly yanking her up to her knees he rumbled low in her ear, "All I'll let you do is live in a pathetic state of my own design."

His backhand left her lip bleeding down her chin. As she gasped in pain Bandon took his cock and forced it down her agape mouth. Bringing tears to her eyes as he stretched her throat raping it. Orzon gagged violently as he refused her a chance to adapt. The way her soft warm mouth constricted around his length pleased him. He forced her to take it all, pressing her lips to his base. She struggled under him but refused to fight back. Letting him coat his cock slick with her throat, as her spit drooled down onto his heavy balls slapping under her chin.

He basked in the hatred she radiated with. Amused by how she knew her place. Pulling out, he offered her a chance to breathe. Letting her gasp for air only for a moment before hitting her again. Standing over her felled beaten from he felt powerful. Orzon weakly moaned in pain as she got on her hands and knees. Meekly untying the sides of her pants off her hips, letting them slide down her legs freely. Arching her back she presented herself. Spreading her ass and pussy for her Master to choose.

Bandon saw how wet she was, contempt notwithstanding, his treatment aroused her. His pain with every move he made did the same for himself. He straddled the assassin and made his choice easily. Making her scream be heard far outside his private chamber. Spreading her ass raw with his cock, only lubed by her spit. He stretched her pink hole painfully to his own satisfaction. Bandon pressed his hips deep before rocking them back. Sinking his cock back into her with the satisfying sound of his balls smacking off her pussy.

Orzon's voice a mix of pain, pleasure, and expected praise for him.
"Th-ThankAH yo-you AHhhhHHH Master!", She cried moaning out as her whole body quivered under him. He placed all his weight into his thrusts. Pinning her down as he fucked her without restraint. Intent to make her useless for weeks by the time he was finished with her. He found her throat again and made her lungs burn once again. Getting off to the delicious sounds of her struggle for air.

That's how Vial-tox found his twin returning with the wine. Squirming under the Shadow Hand a mess of tears and gasping moans. Being used like a cheap whore to the point of breaking beyond use. He gave away no sense of surprise or shock. Merely kneeling beside them with his eyes down and his offering held up on a silver tray for when Bandon decided to acknowledge him. Bandon made him wait for another half hour. Forced to endure his sister's prolonged punishment. He sunk his fingers into the pillow of her breast. Energy pouring into her nerves from his fingertips stimulated new screams for his enjoyment. The crackle of his Sith magick coursed throughout her muscles. Convulsing them into a twitching mess on his cock. Overstimulation racked her body making her come from the intense pain repeatedly against her will.

Bandon was nearing his finish. He withdrew his cock from the gaping hole he left. The noise spilling out of Orzon's lips was unintelligible as her whole body twitched uncontrollably. Only reflectively sticking out her tongue, smoke wisping after it past her lips, stroking Bandon's cock with her shaky hands when he brought it near her face again. He gave her the grace of a few unblocked breaths before jamming it back down her windpipe. Cumming straight down into her stomach with his full load. Emptying everything he had been saving for weeks.

Keeping her face pressed to his base as he finally turned his attention to her twin. Taking the goblet of wine without a word and downed it all. Enjoying the burning pain, it left down his lungs. Going down his throat like broken glass, and bleeding his words as he spoke, "A good vintage."
He shoved Orzon off his softening cock. The assassin caught herself on weak wobbly arms. A hand clasped over her blood-stained lips to avoid spitting up his gift to her. Swallowing what was left on her tongue before she spoke.
"T-Thank you my lord.", She said firmly kneeling before him like her brother, head low and fist to the floor. Bandon was still left unsatisfied, he still wanted to kill something. He finished his wine, "Fetch me one of the troopers for a spar."

"We cannot my lord.", Orzon dared to refuse him, "Lord Malak has forbidden the misuse of his troops." Bandon couldn't believe her insolence. He about threw his goblet straight at her when Vial-tox did the same, "It is true, my Lord."
"What?", Bandon threw his cup across the room smashing it against the wall, "After bombing how many of our own troops, he forbids I take just one!"
Orzon kept her eyes low to the floor, "My Master, he is the Dark Lord. He may do what he please and make it criminal for others to do the same." Bandon shook with a newfound rage. He called his lightsaber to hand igniting its crimson blade. Slashing in a wide arc, the crackle of the blade singeing the hair off their hands.

They didn't flinch, but he stumbled, weak in his right knee. Catching himself he felt the pain explode up his back. A reminder that he was still healing. His pawns would be needed in the coming weeks, but these two overestimated their use to rebuke him so fast. Bandon hissed raising his blade high to strike them down. Yet as his closed fist around the hilt of his lightsaber went up there was a pause in him. Another blister of pain inside spiked out through his core.
"Are you well Master?", one of them spoke but he couldn't tell which. The voice was heavily distorted as his vision doubled.

"Shall I request another Medical Droid?", He could feel their immense schadenfreude radiate off them. Something heavy hit the floor. His hand was empty, free to weakly examine the blood pouring over his lips. "Wha-What did you d-"
THWUMP, the violent motion of everything spinning around him made him nauseous. Bandon's blurred vision could only make out the two twins now standing over him.

"My Master-", he was sure the shadowed blur speaking was Orzon, "You've dropped your lightsaber. Allow me to return it." He heard the ignition of his own prized weapon, the symbol of his liberation from the lies of the Jedi. Taken in victory directly from the Jedi Master who had taught him to be weak. Saw its blade float over his dimming vision. The only thing in the encroaching dark that he could see.

'This couldn't be it.'

His anger deafened him to their gloating final words to him. A howling storm of his rage ricocheted throughout his entire paralyzed body. All that he had worked for was about to be denied to him. His death would be a joke for future Sith to laugh at. The failed Shadow Hand, killed like a common fool.

'Nooooo!'

'NOOOOOOOOO!'

'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'

It couldn't be contained within him. His blade felled to end him, but his furry exploded first. Acting like a bomb that took everything with him. Rocking the Leviathan with it as everything finally disappeared into nothingness.