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The Celestial Inquisitor
Chapter 03: Triggering a Trap
– Sarik –
100cp granted, 100cp total.
When I first arrived here, every other acolyte treated me as a threat except for one. Kory was the one who welcomed me, showed me around and was entirely too nice. I immediately identified her as the weakest of the acolytes, and I was proven right. She has survived this long through a mixture of dumb luck and easier assignments since Harkun sent me to the borderline suicidal missions.
Whenever we spar, Kory loses to whoever she is partnered with. Whenever we practise with the force, Kory is the last to learn whatever technique we are studying.
She's the weak link, and she knows it. We've all felt her fear growing as the distance between us expanded. But Sith don't just draw power from their passion, their rage and their hatred. Fear is just as much a source of power to those willing to draw on it, something Kory seems to forget.
"Err, master, you don't expect me to stay for this, right?" Vette asks, making me snort.
"You think this place has slave quarters? Well, it does, but none that I can get you a space in. Acolytes don't usually have slaves, and I don't want to leave you unattended in this place," I point out.
"My room is just down the hall; she can use my bed for the night," Kory offers, a slight blush on her cheeks. "It's not like I'll be going back to it tonight."
Kory fidgets with the bottom of her top, but while the offer seems nice, I sense another undercurrent of deception. She wants Vette out of the way. I consider ordering Vette to stay, maybe even to join in, but after a moment, I nod.
"That works for me," I say, seeing Vette let out a sigh of relief as I sit on the edge of my bed. "Run along, Vette, unless you want to join in."
Vette scoffs at my playful words, rolling her eyes. It doesn't change the gratitude I can feel from her; thankful that I'm letting her go. She knows that if I wanted her to join the fun, she isn't in a position to refuse. As Kory gives her the key and turns back to me, Vette gives me a questioning look that Kory doesn't see. Even Vette has caught on to the fact that something is off, but I just give her a grin.
This is absolutely a trap, so why am I triggering it? Because I live for excitement, I want to see where this is going. Sure, I can't deny that I'm interested in Kory for her looks, but she doesn't seem to realise that the hint of danger is just making this more exciting for me as Kory turns and locks the door behind Vette.
"S-so, here we are," Kory says, turning back to me. "I didn't think it'd end up like this when you got off that transport, but we are Sith. Passion is good for us, right?"
As she speaks, she slowly pulls her top off and tosses it aside. She came prepared, not having bothered with a bra as she exposes her modest breasts for my enjoyment. She has several small scars in various places, signs of both her time as a slave and her failures during our time at the academy.
She approaches me, her movements hesitant as she takes my hand and raises it to her left breast, blushing brighter as I caress the soft, supple flesh.
"Y-you promise you'll talk to Zash, right?" Kory asks, making me nod.
"I have some ideas of how to get her to help, but you know you'll owe me more than a single night, right?" I point out, getting a nod back. "Wherever you end up, you'll owe me your life."
Even if this isn't a trap, getting Kory indebted to me could be useful going forward. Connections are important, and just because she was the worst of our group doesn't make her entirely useless. The acolytes chosen for Lord Zash were among the best in the Academy. She's the weak link in the elites who were selected to become Lord Zash's apprentice. She could easily become some lesser Sith's apprentice or be put to use elsewhere in the Empire.
I detest wasting resources. How many more Sith would we have for the war if Korriban didn't kill damn near 90% of the acolytes that come here? At the very least, the failures should be put to use in the war effort. If they're going to die anyway, do it with some Republic blood on their hands.
"I know," Kory agrees, squeaking slightly as I pinch her nipple lightly before she moves her hands to her bottoms and pushes them down. Her underwear goes down with them, and I can't help but notice that she kicks them off but leaves them right on the edge of the bed. Maybe it's nothing, but she threw her top aside without any care for where it landed, but that felt deliberate to me. Resting as they are, I can't help but notice the slight unnatural bulge in the right pocket of the discarded pants, but she places a hand on my face and turns me toward her to kiss me. Someone doesn't want me to pay too much attention~
How interesting. It's too small to be a weapon, but she has something hidden away in her pocket.
I let her distract me as she stands before me, naked and embarrassed. Her pussy is topped by a recently trimmed thin strip of red hair. Our time in the academy doesn't give us much time for personal care like that. She slowly undoes my top, removing it (and, by extension, the weapon on my back), and once again, I can't help but notice that she tossed my training blade rather far away from the bed as she works to strip me down.
I could pull it back to me in an instant, but so could she. As she finishes stripping my top, she takes a deep breath and lowers herself to her knees, resting between my legs.
Looking up at me, she gives me a hesitant smile as she undoes my belt and slowly pulls down my trousers. My manhood isn't fully erect, but I'm halfway there as it is exposed to the cold air of the academy, her breath brushing over it.
"Sarik, I- thank you," Kory says, grasping my length and starting to slowly pump her hand along it. Her fingers have calluses from how hard she trains, but natural talent is a bitch to catch up to. Ffon and I are just better, but it's not through a lack of effort on her part. "I thought you were kinda cute when you arrived, but didn't think I'd ever be doing this."
She doesn't give me time to respond as she leans forward and takes the tip of my cock into her mouth. She also doesn't keep eye contact, closing her eyes as she starts to slowly bob her head, taking more and more of my cock into her mouth with each bob. I can feel the guilt growing inside her chest, along with her fear. Whatever she's about to do, she's nervous about it and feels bad. If there wasn't the rest of the evidence, I'd think she had some lover off-world she feels bad about betraying, but I think she feels guilty for me.
She should be able to feel my suspicion, but [What The Hell Is This?] cloaks me from such detection. My emotions are hidden from her, but I can choose to let her feel certain things, so I let my passion and lust leak out, something she can detect through the Force. She'd be suspicious if she felt nothing at all, after all.
With her eyes closed, I reach out with the Force and slowly feel the object in her pocket, trying to get a feel for what it is as I move it around. Ah, it's a syringe. She's going to try to drug me the night before we're all going to be sent to the final trial.
Sneaky, but where did someone like Kory get that? Is Harkun playing his games?
She's inexperienced, and from her scars, I'd say she was likely working a more physical job rather than being a household slave. Maybe she was working in the mines or a factory? She has what are clearly old whip marks scarring her back, but then, so do I.
Kory might not have experience pleasuring people, but she makes up for it with enthusiasm as she takes my cock to the base, her lips pressing against my crotch before she pulls back. I can almost feel her choking on my cock each time she does, her hands gently caressing my balls.
It's her guilt pushing her to try harder. She regrets what she feels like she has to do, and wants to at least give me some good final memories. With her enthusiastic blowjob, it isn't long before my cock is twitching, ready to blow my load down her throat. My hand rests on her head as I guide her to take me to the hilt again, and she obeys as my dick fills her throat. With a groan, I let loose and my seed rushes down her eager gullet and into her stomach.
I have to say, I do like having someone serving me like this. Vette might not have had to join us, but I don't think it'll be too long before I have a pair of blue lips wrapped around my cock, my hands gripping her lekku instead of Kory's hair.
With a sigh, I let go, and she pulls back, blushing in embarrassment. I lean back, my hands on the bed with my eyes closed in relief, giving her an opportunity to strike as she stands up.
The moment passes, and I open my eyes to see her smiling at me. She's a better actor than she is a fighter, but my enhanced mind can read her all too easily.
"You're still hard," Kory says, looking down at my shaft. It flagged slightly, but the sight of her licking the last of my cum from her lips gets me back to full hardness. "Is it weird that I thought Sith Pureblood cum would be spicy?"
"Heh, maybe a little? I can't say I've ever thought about it," I admit, making her giggle as she moves onto the bed.
"H-how do you want me? I'm yours," Kory whispers, making me smirk as I lay down on my back.
"Ride me; I want to watch your breasts jiggle as you bounce on my cock," I order, the crude words making her flush even as she moves on top of me. With one hand around my shaft, she lines herself up and doesn't hesitate to lower herself onto my manhood. She has no hymen, but then again, our lives are far too active for that, and she doesn't stop until she's taken my entire length. A small gasp escapes her as I move one of my hands to her hips and the other to her breast.
In truth, Kory is fairly cute, but I wouldn't call her beautiful. She's somewhat plain; it's her personality and optimism that made her seem cute, but watching her face flush as she starts to ride me, I might have to revise that opinion. She looks far better like this.
She doesn't hesitate to set a fast pace, bouncing in my lap with enthusiasm I wouldn't have expected from her given the circumstances, one hand reaching up to play with the breast that I'm not groping as her other runs through her hair, making her normally straight hair into a mess. Her own passion grows, not enough to overshadow her anxiety or guilt, but it pushes her to move faster, riding me with a small grin.
Flipping us over, she gasps as I start to thrust into her, kissing her neck. One leg wraps around my waist as I mount her. Her gasps turn to moans as I pump into her wet pussy, her nails digging into my back.
Then she notices. When I flipped us, her pants were knocked off the bed. A spike of fear, but she resolves herself. I can feel her determination, the way her pussy clenches down on me, her athletic body squeezing my cock as she tries to milk me.
Taking one of her nipples into my mouth, I suck on it before I bite down, not hard, but enough to make her yelp. She responds by digging her nails into my back deeper, scratching me with enough ferocity to make me bleed.
Both legs lock behind my back, pulling me in with increased fervour as she cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"I-inside, finish inside me," Kory moans, which I silence with a kiss. I can vaguely taste the bitter taste of myself on her tongue, but it's not enough to put me off. It wouldn't be the worst thing I've tasted.
With a groan into her mouth, I give her what she wants and sheath myself inside her, my cum flooding her womb as she cries out. She cums alongside me, crying out into my mouth as our tongues dance.
But we don't rest for long, our passions raging as I pull out of her just long enough to move her onto her front. She rises onto her knees, ass shaking enticingly as she gives me a flustered look over her shoulder, egging me on.
– Kory – Later
Sarik had finally tired himself out, resting beside her as she felt the aftermath of their deal leaking out of her. His stamina was impressive; she almost fell asleep first herself, which would have ruined everything.
Despite his power and the strange markings covering his body, he looked so innocent as he slept. His body told a story of his past, scars littering his athletic form. They were similar, in a way, but he was so much stronger than her even before he had been sent after the holocron that had caused the strange runes to cover his body.
Looking at the syringe in her hand, she hesitated. She really did like Sarik. He'd seemed so out of place when he first arrived; she hadn't been able to resist giving him a hand… and then he'd shot past her. He'd barely been here a week before he'd beaten her in a spar. If their overseer was anyone but Harkun, he'd probably already be someone's apprentice.
She had no idea if he truly meant to talk to Lord Zash for her. She wouldn't blame him if he took her offer and then stabbed her in the back during the trial tomorrow. Or maybe he'd just forget about her; he already had Lord Zash's favour after all.
Moving on top of him again, she wondered if she was pregnant. He had finished inside her several times, and it wasn't like she had access to contraceptives here. If she was, she wouldn't terminate it. It was the least she could do to make sure his line didn't end with him as she prepared to stick the syringe into his neck.
Her hand shook, reminding her that she was a failure of a Sith. It was funny; maybe she'd have made a better Jedi, but fate was not kind to her. All she had to do was drug him, and Harkun would transfer her away from this hell.
She had exactly one happy memory here, and it was a bittersweet one since it had ended with her in this position. Sarik was a good lover; she'd enjoyed her time with him… she hoped he enjoyed it as well.
As she went to press the shaking syringe into his neck, his eyes snapped open, and his hand flew to her wrist, grabbing it tightly as he stared up at her with knowing eyes. Despite the syringe so close to his neck, his eyes held no fear as she froze.
In a moment of panic, she let loose, lightning coursing through her other hand as it struck Sarik, trying to force the syringe down. Sarik gritted his teeth, once again flipping them over so she was beneath him, one hand striking her across the face as he pushed the syringe away and held her hand above her head, his grip on her wrist like steel as she struggled under him.
"Y-you knew," Kory gasped, seeing the look in his eyes and the excited grin on his face. She tried again, the syringe flying at him with the power of the force, but his hand snatched out and grabbed it from the air. She hadn't sensed anything from him but his lust, how-
Their tussle ended quickly because if she could fight him, she wouldn't be in this position. Her hands were bound above her head with her own top, tied tightly as Sarik sat on her stomach with a dangerous smile on his face.
She'd failed, and he was going to kill her. In the best case, he handed her over to the interrogators, and she died anyway.
"Your emotions betrayed you, Kory. I sensed your doubts, your hesitation, your fear," Sarik admitted, grasping her neck. "What is in this?"
"I d-don't know. I-it was supposed to leave you feeling sick, weaken your connection to the Force, so you'd not be able to threaten Ffon," Kory admitted, shame and her looming death hovering over her. She considered pulling his training blade toward them but gave up. She couldn't beat Sarik.
"Ahh, it was Harkun," Sarik confirmed, his grin growing wider. "I really am going to have to kill him before I leave Korriban."
She didn't respond, waiting for her death.
To her surprise, Sarik gripped her legs and pushed them up, deftly tying them to the headboard beside her hands. Left in this position, her legs spread; she couldn't do anything to stop him as he took aim and sheathed himself inside her once again. Her own panties were stuffed into her mouth, gagging her as he took his pleasure from her once again.
Maybe she could have fought back, but her cowardly heart made her freeze in place as she submitted to his brutal thrusts. His hands gripped her body tightly, bruising the skin as he slammed the thick, red cock into her body again and again.
With one final growl, he slammed his hips forward and pumped his seed into her already-full womb, painting her insides with his colour before he pulled back and stared down at her.
Green sparks lit the dark room as his fingers sparked with that strange lightning, but then it went dark again, and he smiled.
"You agreed that you would owe me your life if I spoke with Zash, didn't you?" Sarik asked, making her nod hesitantly. "Well, that's exactly what I'm taking. Your life is mine, to end whenever I desire. You are mine, Kory, to use as I wish."
"Y-you aren't going to kill me?" Kory asked, making his smile grow wider. It was not a gentle smile.
"Not yet," Sarik said, looking at the syringe in his hand. "I am going to punish you for this, but this little deception was the most Sith thing I've seen you do so far. I was almost impressed until you hesitated."
She didn't respond, hope blooming in her chest despite his words.
"Say it, Kory. Say that you are mine, and make me believe it," Sarik ordered, running his hand up her leg.
"I- I'm yours, Sarik. I'll serve you if I survive the trial. However you want," Kory promised, and with a single gesture from him, the bindings came undone.
Then, he did something she couldn't even begin to comprehend. With a single swift action, he stabbed the syringe into his neck and laughed as he pushed it down, the liquid pumping into his veins.
His smile was crazed, the look in his eyes sending a shiver of both fear and arousal through her body.
"W-what?" Kory gasped, seeing the syringe fall to the floor as he stumbled forward, his smile never shifting.
– Sarik –
Sickness? That was Harkun's grand scheme to kill me off, make me a little ill before the trial? Fool, he doesn't know the first thing about pox-sickness. The Lore of Plagues whispers to me as I take this drug into my body, feeling it cloud my connection to the Force. A handful of Warpstone Tokens down my throat lessens the effect but doesn't remove it entirely.
Harkun wants me sick, and that's what he'll get.
Kory will pay for her part in this, but she is mine. First, the threat. Disciplining her can wait.
"You will tell Harkun you succeeded. He won't let you skip the trial, but I'm guessing he told you to just give up immediately?" I ask, making her nod with wide eyes. "He won't let me take Vette. You won't give up; you'll bring Vette to wherever we are sent; you will help me kill Ffon. I'm going to hang Harkun's precious Ffon by his intestines; this is your one chance to prove you are worth keeping alive. Fail, and you'll die with Ffon. Live, and I will keep you. You'll be mine."
"I- I can't lie to Harkun; he'll know," Kory says, making my grin widen.
"No, he won't," I promise, reaching out to her with the force and the knowledge Tzeentch gave to me with this mark. I would not experiment on Vette, not when she hasn't failed me, but Kory has tried to kill me, and I force my way into her mind without hesitation or a care in the world. She will be the tool of my will, and as such, she will carry a shard of my power with her. Just a little bit, enough to shield her from a fool like Harkun.
Tzeentch is the Architect of Fate, the Great Conspirator, this scheme is laughably beneath him.
But it is a start. Kory is going to help me kill Harkun and his precious tool.
Feat Achieved: Fuck Kory (100cp), Enslave Kory (100cp). 200cp granted. 400cp total.
I can get points by fucking and enslaving? Well, isn't that interesting?
[Rune of Corruption] - 100cp, 300cp remaining
Within your mind, the Caryll Rune of Corruption has been engraved, marking you as one of, if not the last, loyal followers of Annalise, Queen of the Vilebloods. This rune not only grants you an immunity to all mundane diseases, but you will find your wounds slowly closing, turning a fatal wound into something more manageable in just ten minutes, provided you survive what gave you the wound.
I hide my wince as I feel the rune burn into my mind. The others burnt onto my body, but this one is in my very thoughts. I see flashes, but not anywhere near as many memories as I got from my Lore of Skaven. The main issue is that I feel it is trying to purge the drugs from me, slowly, and I have to stop it. Harkun expects me to be ill, and I will be.
[Statue of the Divine] - 100cp, 200cp remaining
Many are the sculptures and statues that can be found around Greece, their stony visage so intricate that you'd expect them to come to life any minute. Well, this one, in particular, was made to do exactly that. A marble statue made in your image, you can animate and channel your abilities through it, allowing you to effectively be in two places at once.
I do not know what 'Greece' is, but this makes me grin even as I do my work on Kory's mind. I can use this.
[In My Heart] - 200cp, 0cp remaining
Sometimes, you need to keep things close to your chest. You seem to go one step beyond that, having created something akin to a magical pocket within yourself. While it can only hold things smaller than your torso, it might still be useful to have somewhere to keep things even if your other pockets have been removed or where it's much harder for anyone else to take things from.
It may not be flashy, but a Lightsaber is smaller than my torso. Something to consider when I get my proper weapon.
For now, Harkun awaits.
— Quest Section — VOTING CONCLUDED
How should Sarik convince Lord Zash to let him keep Kory?
Just ask; Zash is interested in his new powers (low chance of success)
Give her some Warpstone Tokens to study
Teach her a spell from the Lore of Ruin
Teach her a spell from the Lore of Plagues
Summon the Daedric Merchant and let Zash have access to its stores
Author's Note: Sarik is a little crazy, but what Sith isn't?
Written: 27/09/2024
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