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Jedirotica Ch. 01

By: stewart_white



Wyonne paused, crouching behind an old rotten log and attuning herself to her surroundings. Eyes and ears straining, she reached out with her extra senses, those granted to her by her growing mastery of the force. She could sense a vague presence near-by but her Sith quarry was skilled and remained elusive.

Suddenly, Wyonne gasped and looked around startled. An insistent rubbing had begun between her legs and a growing warmth spread from her pussy up through her abdomen. Looking down, no hand was to be seen. Her quarry was using a subtle variation of telekinesis that she thought only she and her lover Morgana had mastered. As tempted as she was to enjoy the sensations coursing through her lower body, she shook her head to clear it and called out to the jungle.

“Nice… nice try my friend but you’ll have to come up with something I didn’t invent if you want to distract me.”

Her words seemed to hit home because to her left there was a flurry of motion and the sound of branches breaking as her opponent broke cover, trading subtly for speed. Wyonne leapt from her hiding place and took off in pursuit. As a more technically minded jedi, Wyonne had of late been letting her conditioning slip and was hard pressed to keep up with the fleeing form ahead of her. The lack of exercise made it harder to keep pace but it did lend her a voluptuousness that was seen in few Jedi. The force knew Morgana had expressed an appreciation for it.

Aside from the occasional flash of black or green, Wyonne couldn’t get a good look at the fleeing Sith. Instead, she followed the disturbances in the brush left by the figure just ahead of her. Seemingly so close, Wyonne was startled when she burst into a clearing to see… nothing.

The jungle had yielded to a clearing, surrounding one of the still, green pools formed by the myriad streams flowing down from the highlands. To her right, a small series of waterfalls descended a minor ridge in the forest floor, and a medium sized pool had formed at their base. Aside from a ring of ripples expanding across the emerald green water, the clearing was silent.

Perhaps the Sith had made a force assisted leap to the opposite bank. Stretching out with force enhanced senses yielded nothing but phantoms. First no presence, then one, then two, then none again. With her abilities so obviously being tampered with, Wyonne decided to cross the pool in the old fashion manner. Hand on the hilt of her considerable modified light saber she step cautiously into the water.

As she waded out she was surprised at how cold the water was in comparison to the humid jungle air. Toward the middle of the pool the water rose up between her blast vest and body, the cold making her nipples harden and rub pleasurably against her armour. Resisting the temptation to lie back in the cool water and enjoy a few pleasant hours floating beneath the canopy she continued into the shallower water toward the opposite bank. As the water receded to waist depth, a figure stepped out of the deep shadows on the opposite bank.

Most sentient beings would think they were gazing on the deranged offspring of a storm trooper and a swoop-race cheerleader. Bright pink hair in a shoulder length bob framed a face as innocent as angel. Innocent that is, until one looked into her eyes. While outwardly a girl, the figure on the opposite bank had the eyes of a warrior who seen much, too much, enough to have been driven over the edge of sanity. 

A diamond tattoo in the same garish pink covered on eye from brow to cheek. Her lithe, athletic curves were made even more so by form fitting white body armour, much like a storm trooper and set off at the joints with highlights in the thematic pink. A black swirling cape and thigh-high black boots added a striking contrast to the armour.

“Clarice.” Hissed Wyonne, half Epithet, half moan. Clarice, the last of the Sith trained by Vader. Clarice, who mocked everything innocent in her every mannerism and every action. Clarice, who should have been lying buried beneath the rubble of a remote research installation on an unknown galactic backwater.

“Ah Wyonne, a pleasure to see you again. I’m glad we can meet face to face this time. Instead of face to orbital bombardment. As you can see, despite you and your companion’s best efforts I stand before you hale and hearty.” Wyonne’s hand tightened around the light saber at the lilting, nails on chalkboard quality of the Sith master’s voice.

“Well, as I recall, that was in large part because you’d just tried to turn an entire race to the dark side.” Wyonne took a few steps forward. “Personally I prefer things this way. After I defeat you, you can tell me why you darken the Republic’s door once more.”

Clarice Laughed, a clear bell-like sound much like any teenaged girl’s. Except this girl’s laugh made birds take light and small children cry. 

“Wyonne, Wyonne, Wyonne. I’ve no problem explaining myself, in fact, that’s why I lured you here. But defeat me? I think not.”

Wyonne, anticipating an attack began to lunge forward, all her senses focused on her opponent. Clarice simply stood and laughed in amusement and as that fact registered with Wyonne she was attacked from behind. A powerful blow to the hand caused her light saber to plunge into the murky green water. As she began a defensive spin, she was brought up short by a thin, sinewy arm wrapping about her waist and another across her chest, the hand cupping her breast. As shocking as the attack was, Wyonne was either more distracted when the hand across her chest began kneading her full, ample breast through the armour.

Wyonne’s outrage began to build but as she gathered her powers to make good her escape, she was suddenly assailed by a hundred unseen hands. Invisible hands seized both breasts, squeezing painfully. Another plunged down the front of her pants, spreading her and forcing two phantom fingers into her pussy where they began a rhythmic assault. Yet another crept down the back of her pants and forced a probing digit into her vice tight ass. The assault even included an insubstantial tongue, which began a disembodied lapping at her sensitive clitoris.

The unwanted assault made her skin crawl but her body’s involuntary arousal in response was sufficient to destroy her focus making it all but impossible to wield the force in a meaningful fashion. Icy laughter echoed through the jungle joined by a more earthy, fulsome laugh in Wyonne’s ear.

“What I’m up to, dear Wyonne is rebuilding. After the Jedi slew all my apprentice’s and buried me beneath the ruins on Kozai, it was necessary to recruit prior to my comeback. I believe you are getting acquainted with the first of my new followers, Tantazia?” Wyonne struggled to keep a growing orgasm and the humiliation that would involve at bay while still focusing on Clarice’s monologue. As a result, she failed to notice as the slim green fingers of the figure behind her began playing over her buckles and buttons, zippers and fasteners, slowly stripping her and pushing her clothing askew.

“Why…. Why lure me here?” Wyonne managed to force out. “To kill…. Ooooh….. to kill me?” Clarice laughed a third time.

“The game’s the thing my dear. Any fool can strike from ambush. I savor the desperation and panic in those who know I’m coming but can’t do a damn thing about it. I want the Republic to know I’m back. So you get to live because a dead woman tells no tales. Bring her to shore.” That last seemed directed at the apprentice, Tantazia, because on the verge of losing herself in the attentions of the unseen caresses she felt herself being dragged to the other shore.

“You.. can’t win…” Wyonne managed between gasps of ecstasy. “Let… me go. Purpose served.”

“Oh, I know you’ll carry the message. But that was only part of the plan. I’m going to pay you back for years of interference.”

“Just… ah… ah… kill me.” Wyonne barely managed.

“No my dear, I think humiliation will serve. Besides, I’ve acquired some tastes very similar to yours since meeting Tantazia. I’ve been wondering, what does light side pussy taste like?”

“Never happen….” Wyonne could feel an orgasm mounting despite everything she tried to keep it at bay. She couldn’t say for certain but it seemed the phantom hand between her legs had been replaced by the cool, slim fingers of this Tantazia. And she seemed possessed of a supernatural manipulative skill. Drenched as she was from the jungle pool behind her, Wyonne could still feel copious warm wetness on her inner thighs that most certainly was not water. “I think you will find my that once my apprentice is done, you’ll be in no position to resist. She seems capable of bringing a persons latent hedonism to the fore, to such an extent that it overwhelms reason.” 

Wyonne barely felt herself being forced to her hands and knees on the opposite bank. All she could focus on were the skilled fingers plunging in and out of her now sopping pussy. A warm, definitely female form pressed close to her and while one hand continued it’s heavenly work between her thighs, the other stripped Wyonne of her armour and clothes with skilled flicks of a short bladed knife, exposing her pale white flesh to the warm jungle air. 

All other concerns were suddenly wiped from her mind as the deft fingering of her clitoris and throbbing pussy by Tantazia’s eager hand finally overcame her self-control and a massive orgasm rocked her body.

Wyonne let out a long howl as the warmth deep in her womanhood became a critical mass and sent a wave of pleasurable fire sweeping down her nervous system. For an eternal moment she was a sexual supernova. A sun burned in her stomach, her pussy throbbed and spasmed, warmth spread down her legs and up through her torso. Her nipples burned at the touch of the rough earth beneath her and everywhere the flesh of the Sith apprentice touched her, her nerves screamed in ecstasy. A deep part of her knew she should be furious and fight back but it was quickly immolated in the heat of her ecstasy.

“Mmmm….. wasssn’t that tasssty?” a sibilant, silky voice whispered some infinite time later. Groggy and sated but strangely craving more, Wyonne glanced around.

She herself lay on the stream’s bank clad only in her golden bra and panties, albeit with the bra now riding belt-like about her middle and her panties forced to one side by the assault of a minute or an eternity ago. Her pale skin was coated in sweat and here and there black jungle earth or vivid green leaves clung to her flesh. She could feel the unruly tangle her shoulder length black hair had become.

Looking down self consciously she could see her ample, soft, milk white breast bore livid finger marks from the recent attention while her large, strawberry coloured nipples still stood stiffly out. Glistening beads of moisture, her own or the streams she couldn’t say, speckled her dark, dense, unruly pubic mound.

Glancing in Clarice’s direction she gasped as she finally caught a glimpse of Tantazia. She was a Twi’lek, a race of reptilian or amphibian ancestry. In most ways they appeared human but they were entirely hairless and from their heads grew two long tails. As thick as an arm, they sprouted from the occipital region and tapered down to points at the small of the back. Twi’lek males were usually not considered fetching but the females were frequently bought or enslaved as dancers, consorts, and concubines.

Tantazia resembled nothing so much as the erotic holo-vid ideal of a Twi’lek woman. Her skin was a dark green, similar to that of the foliage around them, fading to the green of a new shoot on her face, breasts, and stomach. The skin of her face, chest, abdomen, and presumably groin were tattooed in with swirling black geometric patterns designed to draw the eyes to her more pleasing features.

And pleasing features they were. She had a round, innocent face, with large moist black eyes and pouting lips that suggested indulging her wound yield rewards for the indulgent. A number of small silver rings through her lower lip, the tattoos, and a spiky leather collar lent her an air of exoticism.

Her breasts were, put simply, magnificent. Firm, natural and very large their pale green skin was a difficult lure for even Wyonne to resist. Her large darker green nipples were permanently erect due to silver bar piercing through each.

Seeing no shirt on the bank with her own assorted clothing Wyonne had to assume that Tantazia normally went topless. Right now, all Wyonne wanted to do was wrap her lips around one of those perfect nipples.

Wyonne saw that the tattoos did indeed extend below the belt line because as she watched, Tantazia writhed free of the black leather pants that seemed her only clothing. Black tattoos swirled about her navel before descending to the light green juncture of the Twi’lek’s thighs were they spread out in a kind of false pubic hair. As the pants came off, Wyonne glimpsed a hairless, tempting cleft flanked by inviting, plump, pale green lips. As if to tease Wyonne, Tantazia spread her legs slightly and slipped on black lacquered fingernail and finger into herself. The glistening softness revealed within renewed the pulsing between Wyonne’s own legs.

A chuckle as sinister as the earlier laughter drew Wyonne’s attention back to Clarice. As the Dark Jedi stepped behind her apprentice to cup the enormous, soft breasts of the Twi’lek, Wyonne saw she’d used her reverie to strip down as well.

While Wyonne could be described as earthy or motherly, and Tantazia was best described as pornographic, Clarice would be called athletic.

Pink shoulder length hair framed a face that could be called mischievous if not for the obvious madness behind the eyes. A slender, strangely vulnerable neck curved delicately down to the slim form of a gymnast. The skin was as white as Wyonne’s, hinting at too much time spent in armour.

Clarice’s breasts were firm, apple sized globes that moved almost not at all when she shifted position. Pale, almost invisible nipples tipped them, standing out only now in her excitement.

Hours of combat and training had toned her abdomen to the point where a six-pack was strongly hinted at and her stomach was as flat as the Tatooine desert.

A trim pink strip of hair running from just below her navel an vanishing between her legs revealed that the colour on her head was indeed her natural tone. Two shapely runner’s legs extended to the ground seemingly much longer then required for simple locomotion.

Wyonne lay for several moments watching the two women before her and, slowly, they became her attention. The Jedi warrior part of Wyonne screamed to fight, run, to take some action against the violations taking place but Tantazia’s touch had thrown an erotic pall over her reason and all she wanted was to touch and taste and be touched and tasted in turn.

“I like this one master. She is very sssweet.” Tantazia seemed to flow across the ground and leaned over to caress Wyonne’s face. A shiver ran through the dark haired Jedi.

“I’m glad you feel so apprentice. Did you know that she is a lesbian? She and her lover are teachers at the new Jedi academy.”

“Truly?” said Tantazia. “Then she must be skilled…..” The Twi’lek moved to straddle the prone Wyonne and slowly lowered her wet, glistening pussy to Wyonne’s face. “Teach me Jedi. Lick me like you do your lover…..”

That little figment of Wyonne’s mind that objected to everything thus far began renewed screaming but her animal self found it impossible to resist the descending lip and Wyonne lunged upward.

Wyonne rolled completely onto her back and seized the Sith adepts smooth thighs, forcing her to kneel astride Wyonne’s face and questing tongue. As Tantazia brought her pale green lips into range, Wyonne’s tongue made the lightest contact and a shudder ran through them both.

The Twi’lek tasted nothing like her long time lover Morgana. As the member of another species, the Tw’lek had a distinct taste, spicy and dry, like her desert home world. This mingled with the flowery scents the apprentice wore and conjured images of flowering cacti and desert oases in Wyonne’s mind. 

She first traced the puffy outer lips lightly with her tongue, teasing the dark jedi who moaned in appreciation. Then, with startling swiftness she plunged her tongue between the lips into the wetness within. As Tantazia arched her back in ecstasy, Wyonne reached up and roughly grabbed the ample breasts of the Twi’lek. She could feel the other woman’s growing wetness and hear her moans become gasps. The warmth and wetness had reappeared between her own legs.

Taking the Twi’leks swollen clit between her lips and assaulting it with her tongue while tugging roughly at the piercings proved too much and with a piercing shriek Tantazia clamped her thighs roughly around Wyonne’s head and orgamsed in spectacular fashion. Her spicy warmth soaked Wyonne’s chin and Tantazia fell limp beside her. Her own orgasm, just starting to build, Wyonne looked around for relief and was shocked when Clarice pounced on top of her.

“Now I’ll find out what light side pussy tastes like.” Clarice purred, rubbing her hard body against Wyonne’s slightly softer, rounder form. With a flick of her tongue, Clarice took one of her erect nipples in her mouth and lightly bit, sending a wave of pleasure through her before sliding down to Wyonne's dark, furry mound.

In one sudden motion, Clarice ducked between Wyonne’s legs such that the bend of her knees rested on Clarice’s shoulder. Then, demonstrating her athleticism, Clarice assumed a kneeling position so that Wyonne hung upside down with her weight on her shoulders. Before the discomfort of such a position could become a problem, Clarice forcefully plunged her face into Wyonne’s dark, hairy pussy and began vigorously tongue fucking her opponent, occasionally nipping Wyonne’s swollen labia.

Wyonne shuddered in ecstasy. She disliked men, not because of the act of penetration, but because they were selfish lovers. The tongue of her nemesis pistoning in and out of her dripping pussy was heaven. She ground her mound against Clarice’s soft lips, reveling in the helplessness of the position. When Clarice plunged a probing finger into her tight asshole she lost control, overcome by a howling orgasm that left Clarice wet to the top of her breast.

Clarice let her drop back to the ground and in an instant, the deft hands of Tantazia were back, playing over skin and dragging something smooth with them. Clarice’s hands slid beneath her armpits and lifted Wyonne to a standing position. With two deft tugs, Wyonne’s bra and panties, so far just displaced, were finally yanked free.

Tantazia stepped behind her while Clarice stepped away into the bush. A sudden tug from behind, drawing her arms together made Wyonne realize that she was now bound. The little protesting piece of her mind began to feel dread but the euphoria of her experiences thus far maintained it’s dominance.

Clarice reappeared with two metal cases resembling toolboxes. From one she produced a video drone which, once, activated, floated near by filming the scene as Wyonne was forced to sit on a large flat rock with her legs spread. The second case was set on the ground next to it.

As Tantazia circled her, cupping a breast one minute, plunging fingers into her the next, then forcing her own ample breast to Wyonne’s lips, Clarice produced a vibro-razor.

“So unkempt my Dear. Let us help with that.” Leaning close, Clarice began a leisurely shaving of Wyonne’s pussy while plunging three fingers into her with her free hand. Wyonne had never shaved herself before and the feeling of the razor scrapping over her most tender flesh was exotic and arousing. Wyonne came repeatedly on her enemy’s skillful fingers. Far too fast for Wyonne’s taste, Clarice had her shaved as bare as a little girl.


Jedirotica Ch. 01



Once smooth, Clarice rubbed a cool lotion over the site of her handy work and traded places with Tantazia. The Twi’lek then produced a smaller kit from within the box fetched by Clarice.

“Wyonne my dear, Tantazia has skills beyond those she’s demonstrated thus far. She is an expert tattoo artist and piercer. The video is for our benefit, but I felt we should leave you with a memento of our encounter as well.” Clarice’s hand played absently with Wyonne’s large breast while Tantazia knelt close to Wyonne’s now hairless pussy. 

Wyonne looked uncomprehendingly as Tantazia brought a thin black stylus close to her skin. When she flicked a switch, Wyonne jumped at a pin prick sensation down below and watched as a thin black line appeared.

To keep her calm, Clarice began to finger Wyonne’s ass and pussy from behind while Tantazia worked to mark their prey. Wyonne continuously approached orgasm but never reached it, making her concern relief and not the pin pricks playing across her mound.

An in determinant time later, the pinpricks abated and Wyonne looked down. A small gasp escaped her lips. From clitoral hood to navel there now existed a diamond of twisting black tattoos similar to the Twi’lek’s own except cunningly concealed within the spirals and loops were the names of her assailants in elaborate cursive script. The objectionist part of her mind flew into a fury but her hedonistic side was content to enjoy Clarice’s continued touch.

“Two more things and then I’m afraid we must part company.” Clarice cooed in her ear. Tantazia produced an apparatus resembling pliers. Before she could see more Clarice laid her back on the rock and pushed her perfumed, pink haired pussy to Wyonne’s lips.

As Clarice began grinding against Wyonne’s willing tongue there was a sudden piercing pain in Wyonne’s nipples, first left then right. As she bucked with each, the pall of eroticism began to slip in the face of the pain. Another pain blossomed from her navel, then her labia, marching down one side and back up the other in rapid succession. At each stab of pain she bucked and squirmed harder, trying to escape but Clarice simply pushed her sopping cunt harder against her face.

Finally, when all seemed done, there was an agonizing pain from her clitoris itself and the world seemed to go red. Pain replaced pleasure and was in turn replaced by blackness.

When she came too she was aware of being supported on each side. Opening her eyes she saw herself reflected in the green water of the jungle pool. Tattooed in black, the names of her foes played over her pubic mound and at each of the burning points of pain, breasts, navel, labia, and clitoris was a shiny silver ring connected by a slender chain a collar around her neck. A rage began building in her and she reached for the force but the anger and residue of Tantazia’s pall kept her from gathering the necessary focus.

“All we’ve done up to this point was for our enjoyment. This last is payback. Don’t fuck with me again/” Clarice said, eroticism gone from her now cutting voice.

Clarice stepped around in front of her, while Tantazia took a grip from behind. As the video drone moved for a better view Wyonne saw Clarice had donned a large, smooth, silvery strap-on roughly the size of a light saber. She felt another pushing against her from behind as Tantazia forced her legs apart. Wyonne knew what was coming but could only scream wordlessly as the dark jedi sandwiched her between them, roughly plunging long metal cocks into her already abused ass and pussy.

They quickly found a rhythm and savagely bounced Wyonne between them. Wyonne felt horribly violated but the sense of being so stretched, so filled was overwhelming and as the savagery of their assault mounted, so did her traitorous body’s orgasm. Screaming in protest and ecstasy, Wyonne came as violently as she ever had, suspended between two enemies on cold, enormous metal cocks.

And suddenly they were gone and Wyonne was plunging sideways into the cold, green water.

Struggling free of her bonds she crawled ashore. Naked, violated, marked. All sense of pleasure the adept’s touch had instilled was gone and she was left only with revulsion and cold fury.

She reached down to remove the first of the piercings but let her hand fall away. She would keep them for now. Reminders of what had happened to her this day. When she had her revenge, then and only then would they be removed.

Revenge was contrary to the Jedi code but Wyonne didn’t care. Only revenge would serve. Clarice and Tantazia would pay. They thought themselves masters of torment? They would soon be shown how much they had to learn. 



Jedirotica Ch. 02



The din of Coruscant was an assault on the senses. The quiet desert and rocky badlands surrounding the Sith academy or the jungles of the world she was found living feral on had done nothing to prepare her for this. Only the orders issued by mistress Clarice kept her on her course. Whatever fear and danger this bustling city world held, Clarice was fully capable of inflicting a hundred fold worse. 

Tantazia tugged at the skimpy, synth leather harness straining to contain her prodigious breasts. This was yet another indignity heaped on her by this world, clothing. Given her way, she’d go naked all the time, both for comfort’s sake and so she might use her stunning body to her best advantage. She’d gotten use to pants, the same synth-leather, so tight it seemed painted on, because Clarice had demanded she cease distracting the male students. But any covering of her upper body was completely foreign. 

Ah well, they’ll be time enough to indulge all my preferences and vices once Mistress Clarice’s plan is carried out. Hips undulating in a hypnotic rhythm, Tantazia head to a lift to the lower levels, her passing attracting the eye of males who would otherwise have claimed to have seen everything.

*****

Stretching and stifling a yawn, Jedi Master Jendrix walked down the marble steps of the new Jedi Counsel hall and hailed a droid-cab. A day of counsel meetings always left him tired, especially on a day like today where the topic had been something or other about logistics and the new Jedi Academy. He hadn’t really been paying attention

I wonder how the others are able to deal with the boredom? He thought. Luke, Leia, and Mara Jade had not trouble; they were from the meditative school of Jedi. But many of the counsel members, Spencer and Taggen, Wabook and Phobos, were I the same boat as him- Rebel military personnel who had served on the front lines even after gaining their force abilities and as such practiced a more visceral, martial version of the Jedi code. Master Luke was constantly monitoring them for signs of the Dark Side and had counselled Jendrix on more then one occasion to better control his base urges.

Good thing he doesn’t know where I’m off to tonight, Jendrix thought as he stepped into a turbo-lift to the lower levels. He was still disappointed at his inability to talk any of his peers into joining him. Taggen, in particular, was always up for a little hell raising.

As he stepped on the lift he immediately noticed the thin, athletic black human woman he shared the lift with. He preferred them bustier and a little older but the orange flight suit always turned him one. Just something about a woman who blew up Imperials for a living.

“Did you fly at Endor?” That seemed like a pretty good opening. He’d been there, it was a rebel victory, and the pilots had a lot to be proud of that day.

“Er... Um…. That is... no sir Jedi Master Jendrix. I enlisted after the battle, when the Imps were driven off my home world.” She managed after several seconds. Damn, she knows who I am. That’s the end of that.

To his never ending frustration, Jendrix had found that accepting a position on the Jedi counsel had had as many negatives as positives. For one thing, all the holo-vid coverage meant he couldn’t walk 20 ft. with out someone recognizing him. For another, he thought, it makes getting laid twenty times harder. How do you score when every woman you approach is intimidated by you? Well…. Okay, there are ways to use that to you advantage. He chuckled inwardly.

His decent took quite sometime. Indulging his fondness for cheap ale, dangerous card games, and fast women meant descending to the lowest inhabited levels of the galactic capital. It was behaviour that some other Jedi frowned on as being unjedilike but he could only stomach so much formality and meditation before going nuts. 

Stepping off the lift he was immediately assaulted by the myriad scents of the lower levels. Unwashed bodies, imperfectly functioning sanitation systems, strange meats cooked over open flames, and a muskiness that the sun was unable to banish so deep beneath the earth.

A Wisterian working girl slid an arm around his waist, checking his forward progress.

“Hey handsome, need a date?” She was attractive in a grimy sort of way. Her halter top and short skirt revealed ample green flesh and her pouty lips looked made to wrap around his cock, but smudges of dust and grease ruined the appeal. Besides he had a strict policy.

“Sorry, never pay for what I can get for free.” He gave her firm ass a parting squeeze and proceeded to his destination, Buckbuck’s. Her unladylike response fading behind him he looked at a dark, soot stained wall with a single, dented door. Sure ain’t much to look at, he thought, but the sabacc’s fast and loose, the home brew’s got a kick, and the level’s easiest women hangout here. All in all, Buckbuck’s Tapcaf was just what the medic ordered.

*****

Tantazia watched the Rodian make a break for the refresher. He’d been undressing her with his eyes all night, and while she didn’t mind being admired, his x-rated suggestions when he made his pass at her had caused a momentary lapse in self-control. Manipulating those bodily functions wasn’t her main area of expertise but she’d been sufficiently annoyed to make the stretch.

Of course, he growing irritability had nothing to do with the Rodian. She’d been dealing with his kind all her adult life. Males, regardless of their species, were all governed by the same master- their cocks. And she’d seen a great number of cocks in her day. She had in fact lost count. She didn’t explain her behaviour, or even make that much of an effort to understand it. From the first time she had given her Sith classmates a round of blow jobs, to her most recent escapades with that female Jedi, she’d always been sexually talented. I haven’t been gifted with these assets for nothing she said, running her hands over her body. This is my path to power and no one can resist.

No, her annoyance was at being stuck in this stinking, crowded, mynock farm in these uncomfortable clothes waiting for that miserable Jedi to turn up so she could execute her mission only to have him enter and go straight to the card table. Where he’d been for the last two hours. As if that wasn’t enough, a buxom, human red head in a gauzy white gown had sidled up to him and now had his full attention.

For a micro second the thought of abandoning the mission crossed her mind but the cold chills running up her spine dissuaded her. The memory of past punishments would be nothing compared to what awaited her if she botched this. Clarice’s plan was very clever and complex and one gear out of place could bring the whole thing crashing down.

As much as she scares the hell out of me, I have to admire her. The plan had been so obvious once explained, as much as Tantazia was told anyway. The Jedi were a potent enemy but they refused to acknowledge certain aspects of their existence and by exploiting these weaknesses, the Sith would gain control over them. When it came to sex, they were a bunch of backwater prudes and Tantazia’s special affinity in the force made her Clarice’s secret weapon.

Her reverie was interrupted by the squeal of chairs being pushed back and she looked up to see the card game disbanding. The various shabby players went their separate ways, with Jendrix and the red-head making their way for a back exit. Quietly, she slipped from her booth and followed, silently as a hunting cat.

*****

Sometimes it’s just too damn easy, Jendrix thought as the redhead, Jeni… Jari… something starting with a J, unbuckled his belt. Come in, join a game, win a few hands, and before you know it, the sluts come crawling out of the wood work. This particular slut was something else.

J-whatever was a 5’5” redheaded human female, practically falling out of the gauzy affair she called clothes, which she was now busily stripping off. Her now bared breasts were easily c-cups and, as she wiggled her cloths over her hips, Jendix saw she remained unshorn, with springy, ginger fuzz between her legs. The fact that she had been instantly trying to pull him away from his card game, and that she would strip down and fuck him in thus dingy alley were excellent indicators of what a whore she was. In his experience a girl like this either knew who he was and was trying to get a notch for her bedpost, fine by him, or she was a crook of some sort, looking to rob him at the end of this, something he could readily deal with.

Kneeling in small puddle of rust stained water, J, as he way calling her, fished his stiffening cock out of his pants and began licking and kissing the head. He was no giant but felt he had attained excellent mastery of his 7” over the years. He chuckled to himself. Long practice my boy, long practice.

Of course some of his other, force related talents came in handy. Linking their minds, so that each felt pleasure when the other did, caused J to pause in her ministrations and emit a little moan. It was a neat trick and it meant as she gave him head, she was essentially giving it to herself too. She doubled, then tripled her efforts, head bobbing furiously before collapsing against his legs in a twitching orgasm. That was one draw back, every time she brought him close to satisfaction, she’d experience and orgasm herself. Usually, he had to break contact in order to finally finish himself.

“C’mon honey, finish the job. I’m good for more then one.” She looked up at him, eyes partially closed and smile. A firm hand closed around the base of his cock and she rammed her head down so he could feel her lips brushing his pubes. A couple of deep, violent thrusts of her head and he was ready to burst. Pulling himself out of her mouth and grasp, he shot a huge wad of sticky cum all over her face. Her head twisted about trying to follow and swallow each shot but he preferred it when it ended up outside.

J began to stand and reached for her dress, clearly believing him done for the time being. He spun her around and pushed her over a near-by stack of crates so that her round, pink ass was thrust in the air, revealing a puffy, wet pussy just waiting to be savaged.

“I told you, I’m good for more then one.” He stepped towards J, quivering and vulnerable, bent over the crates but was brought up short as a hand snaked around his waist from behind and seized him roughly by the cock. An electric charge ran through his body and it slowly donned on him that he was under some kind of force assault. But by the time he had all this figured out, he found the struggle was already lost.

“Sit and be a good little Jedi.” As sultry voice whispered in his ear. Finding resistance impossible, he obeyed.

*****

Tantazia had timed her intervention for exactly when the Jedi’s will would be at its weakest, that moment of anticipation just before sliding his cock home. Now, like the other Jedi before him, he was in Tantazia’s sexual thrall. A chill ran down her spine, a little shiver of pleasure at the realization that this was the first time she’d achieved this control on her own. Normally, Clarice accompanied her on such missions.

The redhead, she had no idea of her name, was very pleasant on the eyes but an amateur technique wise. A fifteen year old girl gave more skilled head then this denizen of the capital’s underbelly. Looking over Tantazia could see she was still bent over the crates quivering in anticipation of some fucking by a Jedi. Was Sith close enough? She hoped so because that was all she was likely to get right now.

Tantazia double checked her target and made sure he was sitting quiet like a good little boy. He was , so she stepped forward and quietly drew here light sabre from her belt. It was about a foot long and 6 inches around. It would serve well in place of the Jedi’s dick.

Stepping close Tantazia ran a hand up the redhead’s spine, eliciting an orgasmic shudder and tangled a hand in her flowing hair. 

“Watch closely Jedi, you may learn something about pleasuring a woman.” The redhead’s face appeared as she glanced in alarm over her shoulder but before she could voice an objection, Tantazia pulled her head back with one hand and slammed the light sabre into the slut’s dripping pussy. The redhead gave a little cry of pain but as Tantazia deftly worked the handle in and out of her, venting all her frustration at this mission on the redhead’s pussy, the other woman began to thrust violently back in time with Tantazia’s ministrations. Her cries of pleasure reverberated through the alley and Tantazia could feel herself growing wet in response.

Glancing over at the Jedi, Tantazia was pleased to see that he had taken his 7” dick in his hands and was absently pumping it while raptly watching the two women.

“Don’t worry Jendrix, you’ll get your lesson in a moment.” The redhead shuddered violently once more and then slipped to the wet, grimy floor of the alley. With her playmate temporarily occupied and her victim placid, Tantazia took the opportunity to finally get this confining leather off of her. She stripped naked and then deciding how to proceed walked over and dragged the redhead to her knees by the hair. The woman hardly seemed conscious, but a little force manipulation of her pleasure centers got her attention.

*****

A small part of Jendrix’s mind knew he was in serious trouble but the vast majority of him couldn’t have cared less. He’d been waylaid by the most stunning, green Twi’lek he’d ever seen and she seemed only interested in sex with him and whatshername.

She was shorter than he was, with enormous, stunning breasts, and a curvaceous figure just made for fucking. If he’d seen her on the street he would have made it his mission to bed her and her she was, voluntarily stripping in front of him. Of course, that little, ignored piece of his mind knew that there had to e some sinister reason for all this.

She was elaborately tattooed on face, breasts, stomach, and groin, where the black swirls made a sort of false pubic hair. Twi’leks, being of reptilian heritage, were entirely hairless and so Jendrix could see a hint of a slit and moisture at the juncture of her legs. 

He’d watched her use he light sabre to savagely fuck J but whatever she was up to now was even hotter. She was no naked for one and the way she casually dragged an unconscious J within inches of him suggested she was an old hand at this sort of thing.

“Now Jendrix, you’re going to get a lesson in pleasuring me. Red here is going to do something to me and then you are going to do it better. If you’re a good boy, I’ll even let you fuck me. Watch closely.” The Twilek leaned over, breasts dangling enticingly before Jendrix and J and whispered in the redhead’s ear. A startled look passed over her lethargic face but Tantazia’s casual tug of her hair dispelled any objection.

The Twilek stood before Jendrix and spread her legs wide, showing him pale, swollen green lips coated with moisture. She ran one lacquered finger nail between her lips and curled it up inside her with a sigh. Then, with a commanding hold on the redhead’s hair, she forced the other woman’s mouth to her pussy.

Jendrix moaned in pleasure and J’s delicate pink tongue flicked out, tracing the black tattoos and flicking at a green clit so pale it was almost white. Tantazia sighed, moaned, and shifted around, vainly trying to predict where the tongue would be next. Jendrix’s hold on himself tightened, and his pace quickened.

J reached up a hand, slowly and tentatively raising the first, second, and fourth fingers. Jendrix almost came when the hand darted up, first two fingers entering the Twi’lek’s pussy and little finger going into her ass. Tantazia squealed with pleasure and spread wider. J’s face glistened with moisture from the Twi’lek and little muscle spasms played beneath the skin of the Twi’lek’s abdomen. In moments, fully screaming now, the Twi’lek came, drenching the redhead with her juices and collapsing to her knees.

Jendrix, unable to stop himself came in his hand, his furious pumping over coming him. All three paused for a moment to catch their breath. Tantazia, proving remarkably resilient, recovered first. Seeing that Jendrix had messed himself, she stood and applying a slender foot to the redhead’s shoulder, forced her down into his lap.

“Clean that up bitch. He can’t focus with his seed cooling on his thighs.” The Twi’lek kneeled close beside Jendrix. “Did you watch? Did you see what she did? Duplicate that and you can fuck me until I’m screaming for mercy. Would you like that?” She allowed her breasts to hang before his face. As the redhead licked him clean below, he was already hardening again and he plunged his face eagerly between the soft, pale green globes before him.

Standing before him, legs spread, Tantazia manoeuvred her womanhood within inches of Jendrix’s face. Most of his mind was screaming in ecstasy but the small rational part was screaming in protest. The scent was enticingly overpowering, the smell of flower scented perfume and a desert spiciness all he own. He plunged his face into her mound, licking, suck, kissing,, and caressing with his tongue. The taste of her was maddening and her little sighs and mewling noises drove him crazy. He took a tighter grip on he hips and continued to grind his face in, working his tongue ever further, tongue fucking her. 

Tantazia’s hips bucked and squirmed and the muscles of her lower abdomen spasmed under his hands. Remembering what the redhead had done, Jendrix slid two fingers into her pussy and, because he wanted to out do the redhead, two into her muscular ass and pumped. The twi’lek began screaming and Jendirx found himself holding on to the bucking hips for dear life. His face was soaked in her juices and with a final, delectable gush, she collapsed on top of them both.

*****

Tantazia always enjoyed her work but this Jedi was doing an unusually good job. He must have some natural tendencies towards this sort of behaviour. Excellent, it would make the final part of her task that much easier. He seemed to be out of it for the moment but the redhead seemed to be coming around. With a deft touch of the force, she rendered the redhead unconscious and dragged her over to a garbage bin, where she used the woman’s long hair to secure her in place.

Then she returned to her dazed Jedi victim and reached into his lap, seizing his rock hard cock. She loved the way a tongue or a finger felt inside her, but even the most skilled tongue couldn’t match the fullness, the friction of an actually cock. Granted, this Jedi was no Mandrake, Clarice’s second in command who was known for his immense member, but she knew how to enjoy any penis.

Her touch roused the Jedi slightly but he remained pretty dazed. Rolling him onto his back, she positioned herself above him. She did so enjoy this part but she couldn’t get too into it, she had work to do as well as have some fun.

Slowly, she lowered herself onto him while at the same time locating the area of his brain that controlled arousal. Slowly she rotated her hips, eliciting a sigh from this Jendrix and getting wetter herself. There is was, that inhibition center. Locking on to the appropriate part of his brain she settled into a steady, athletic rhythm, pistoning him in and out of her at an ever increasing rate. She could feel it in both of them, the growing orgasm that her skilled gyrations were bringing. The semi-conscious Jedi’s hands seized her hips and pulled her down in time with each thrust.

All too soon they were both on the cusp of release. With a Herculean effort Tantazia wrenched his mind just so before giving into to her own shuddering orgasm, wetting the Jedi’s thighs with her always copious juices.

Slowly, she stood. Both Jedi and redhead lay moaning. Regretting their necessity, Tantazia donned her minimal clothes and, enjoying one last aftershock, strode out of the alley.




Jedirotica Ch. 02



*****

Jendrix slowly came to his senses, propping himself up on his elbows and trying to shake the strange buzzing in his head. What was wrong with him? Looking down, he saw that he was still hard as a rock and as he got gathered his senses, he realized that he was more aroused, more horny than he’d ever been. It was in fact painful. The urges were overwhelming, he couldn’t focus on anything else. The need to fornicate, to fuck till he fell exhausted to the ground was all that mattered. He’d have to attend to this before he could figure out what had just happened.

He looked up to see a naked, grim smeared redhead tugging fruitlessly at her hair. She seemed vaguely familiar and she was unbelievably sexy. She’d do perfectly. He’d fuck her, clear his head, and get on with figuring out what had just happened. 

He stood up and walked towards her. She must have heard him because she turned and looked hopefully at him. She was saying something but he just could not make it out. He’d talk to her after. As her reached for her, grabbing her by the hips, she began to push him away. He smacked her across the face. There was no reason to assault him. Whatever was so damn important could wait. He had to clear his head first.

*****

Tantazia waited at a near-by corner. When the screams began, she made sure of their location, and satisfied sauntered off. Her work here was done. Feeling very pleased with herself, she ditched the top that local propriety forced on her, and once back at the star port, allowed three eager customs guards to pleasure her through to the following morning’s launch. Clarice would reward her well for this. 



Jedirotica Ch. 03



The academy had been getting emptier by the day. First Morgana had vanished, running off to find what had happened to Wyonne. Then with Master Jendrix's disappearance, Trunks and Magdaline had been called away.

In theory, Ruben St. Clair was in charge at the moment, but in truth, the padawan learners at the new Jedi academy had been more or less left to their own devices. And Ruby could decisively say that that was a bad idea. Rumour was running rampant. Vader, Thrawn, Amidala, Clarice. The names of all the counsel's old adversaries were whispered in the mess hall and the bunks after lights out. No one knew exactly what was going on but something was amiss and as usual, the student were being treated like mushrooms- kept in the dark and fed shit.

The break in training hadn't been all bad. The student's weren't entirely irresponsible and they'd come up with some training of their own. They'd always heard about strafing Womp rats and so they'd taken the school's speeders and given it a shot the other day. Fun but it probably would have been more challenging before Jedi training.

There'd also been a lot of time to explore too. Jabba's old palace had been selected to house the school for a number of reason- it was Luke's home world, placing the students here represented rebirth, yada yada yada. The only plus that Ruby could see was that it was an enormous, sandstone maze with plenty of corners to explore and lots of dark corners to make out in.

She knew the Jedi code, while it didn't exactly preach celibacy, certainly counselled a life of deprivation but if the teachers thought they could put twenty or so teenagers in one place and expect nothing to happen, they were nuts. 

Every student was unique but Ruby's story was particularly unusual. She'd spent the first eight years of her life at an Imperial genetics facility, the product of a human-sarkan cloning experiment. The goal had been a human warrior with the strength of the enormous, reptilian Sarkans. The result had been a muscular young woman with strange, disconcerting grey hair and a grey-green lizards tail.

When she was eventually rescued, it had been by Atrius Duncan, an accomplished jedi knight who drafted her into his black-ops unit of jedi adepts known as Myth Squadron. Seven years later, Atrius had tried to seize control of the Republic and Myth squadron had been dealt a crushing blow by the Jedi of Eclipse Squadron. Those who were found to be conspirators were still in prison, while those duped like Ruby, had been taken under the wing of the Jedi counsel.

She'd spent the last 4 years studying at the Jedi academy under the tutelage of 'The Harpies' or 'Tarokian's Angels', Jedi Knights Wyonne Niedar, Morgana, and Magdaline Darkwood. She sometimes felt she'd gotten more life training than Jedi training living here. Wyonne and Morgana were openly lesbian and had three kids, the product of genetic manipulation. Magdaline was the sister of none other than the Sith Lord Clarice. Her husband, Trunks Darkwood was among the most rash of the Jedi knights and was frequently around. The Darkwood's had two young children of their own. Ruby had done more than her fair share of babysitting over the years.

At the moment thought, there were comparatively few people around. Knight Reuben St. Clair, Ruby, her room mate Sareeni Hator, the Defel Atim Kai, and a smattering of younger students.

Ruby entered her room, a simple rectangle with a bed, desk and wardrobe on either side. Her side, as always, was spotlessly neat. She never had shaken the military discipline of Myth Squadron and didn't own much any way. Sareeni's side on the other hand, was a disaster area strewn about with silk dressing gowns, skin tight athletic gear, and lacy under things befitting a noble woman. At the moment, lying atop the pile of lingerie and silk sheets that was her bed was her room mate.

"Escaping the heat of the day Sareeni?" Ruby snorted. Sareeni was sprawled on her bed spread in just a bra and panties, barely there to begin with. Not that that was a new sight. With lesbians as teachers and role models, two fit young girls had done and still did a fair bit of experimentation.

"Tatooine sunset tonight. Thought I'd enjoy the heat while it lasts." Sareeni absently gestured at the wall calendar, which did indeed show a rare double sunset. "Hard to believe this place ever gets cold eh?" Sareeni swung her long tanned legs over the side of the bed and stretched enticingly. She was every inch the Happan princess. Tall, blond hair cascading halfway down here back, large holo-star breasts, narrow waist, and killer legs. It was enough to make a muscular, grey-haired, half-sarkan greener with jealousy.

"Well, if you call 15 C cold. How about we get everyone together, have a bonfire tonight." Ruby suggested. Sareeni shrugged. "I have to shower."

"Wake me when you're done, I need a nap." Her roommate rolled over and was asleep, and snoring in a very unnoble like fashion even as Ruby got the water running. Ruby stripped down and glanced at herself in the mirror. Her Sarkan heritage made her sleekly muscled, like her reptilian relatives. Constant combat and endurance training had honed her to the point that every line of every muscle was visible. Even at a diminutive 5'6" she looked dangerous, predatory. Her breasts were small, and pert. Just a mouthful as Jalai was fond of pointing out. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her and she had just a hint of hips. Without the closely trimmed grey hair between her legs and largish nipples, it would be hard to be sure she was a girl. Add a thrashing, lizard tail emerging from her tailbone and it had made her terribly self conscious for a long time. Until she started getting laid.

Jalai Mugawbi had been her first. Two years older than her, he'd been one of the other Myth Squadron troops, a sleek black human from a primitive tribal world, and he had proven to her that she could be attractive. To be frank, until he'd graduated the academy the previous season, they'd fucked like rabbits at every opportunity. At the memory of her innumerable trysts in dark corners of the palace with the lithe black jedi, her hand crept to the surprisingly silky hair between her legs and found her slowly swelling clit. With Sareeni asleep and the academy more or less empty, a little self-pleasure wouldn't be amiss. She eased a slender finger into her pussy and worked it slowly in and out, remembering how Jalai had used to do her standing up, her legs wrapped around his waist, arms tight about his neck. A lot of jokes had been made about to trunks and Jalai about the size of their members. In Jalai's case it had proven true. Just thinking about that thick, black monster brought her to the verge of orgasm. She placed her free hand against the side of the shower and luxuriated in the building orgasm.

Faintly, her senses dulled and detached by her self gratification, she became aware of an unusual sound. If she didn't know better, she would have sworn she was listening to a light-sabre duel. That thought, half-way to being dismissed, snapped her out of her reverie. With all the strange things going on lately, the noise warranted investigation.

As she stepped from the shower, tower wrapped around her, she looked down the hall toward her room. The door remained closed but the sound of at least two light sabres was louder now and green and red light played on the wall at the near-by juncture of hallways. 

Ruby eased cautiously into the hallway. The noise of growing commotion could be heard from several directions. She was helpless at the moment, without her light sabre. She had to get to her room. Steps from the door, a tingling in the force made her turn around. 

Standing at the end of the hallway, red light sabres glowing, were three male Vollar'hans dressed in tell tale black armour. Thin, pale, with very fine features, pointed ears, and wild blond hair, Vollar'hans were nicknamed Elves for a reason. For a moment they stared in surprise at each other, Ruby shocked to see Sith in the jedi academy and they surprised by her presence down a side corridor they had expected to find deserted. The pause lasted only a moment before they strode forth sneering.

"Poor little naked jedi. Bad time to take a shower sweetie. Of course, it makes our lives easier. Saves us having to strip you down." They laughed and eyed her hungrily. Ruby became acutely aware of her nakedness under the thin towel. She was evaluating the distance to her room, wondering if she could win a foot race, when all hell broke loose.

"I am going to love fucking you brains ou...." One of the Vollarhan's started, striding toward her purposefully. His light sabre was laid along the side of his leg, almost forgotten. He never had a chance. From the shadows of a near-by doorway, a living shadow, wielding a blue light sabre of it's own, burst forth. With one deft slash, the boasting Vollar'han had been separated from his head. As the others leapt back to the defensive, Atim Kai charged forward with a yell to Ruby.

"Geht to youreh room. Whe are undher attack!" Ruby didn't need to be told twice. As the sound of clashing sabres echoed behind her, she sprinted to her room and dove inside. She snatched her light sabre from the hook where it rested and booted Sareeni, still asleep, in the ribs. Sareeni grunted and looked up confused.

"Attack. Get up and get your sabre." Sareeni reacted with admirable speed and leapt from her bed. Out in the hall a cry of pain indicated another Vollar'han losing to the talented Defel jedi. Wyonne was reaching for a robe when there was a breathless gasp from the hallway and then the sound of a mighty blow striking flesh. The dark form of the Defel passed their doorway, tumbling down the corridor. Ruby and Sareeni both turned to their door, half dressed, light sabres hand. Slow, determined steps echoed down the corridor. 

A large, blocky figure appeared in their doorway, looking after the Defel. He was dressed in the polished black and red armour favoured by the Sith and carried a dully red light sabre. His visage was truly demonic. He had red skin, the colour of embers before they wink out. His bald head was topped by two small horns and his ears tapered to sharp points. With his lips pulled back from his lips in contempt for the Defel, his pointed teeth were clearly visible. 

"Pathetic. The light side is pitiful." He gestured to the surviving Vollar'han, trailing a few steps behind him. "Finish it." The cold authoritarian voice sent a chill down Ruby's spine. It had a similar effect on the Vollar'han who dashed down the corridor toward his target. Only then did the Sith notice the two girls brandishing their light sabres to his left. With the same deliberate slowness of a monster out of nightmare he turned to face them, black, soulless eyes evaluating each of them.

"If you plan on subduing me, I would suggest the weapons between your legs over the ones in your hands." He chuckled, a low, ominous sound like rocks banging together. Slowly all the stories she had heard meshed with what she was seeing and a chill crept down Ruby's spine.

"Mandrake." The low whisper came unbidden from her lips. He smiled, a truly horrifying gesture and inclined his head.

"At your service." Sareeni looked from Madrake to Ruby and back again with a dawning look of despair.

"As I see it ladies, you have two options. You can fight, causing me to exert myself, become angry, and take it out on you. Or you can lay down your weapons and accept a lesser version of what you have coming." It took an enormous effort to form a sentence but the words ground out between Ruby's clenched teeth.

"How about option three. We cut you down to size and wipe out the rest of your minions." Mandrake appeared to enjoy the banter, totally in keeping with what she had heard about him. Clarice's chief lieutenant and consort, with no ambition of his own, content to do Clarice's bidding and enjoy the rape and pillage that accompanied his missions. He particularly enjoyed the later. With a sigh and a smile Mandrake spoke.

"You obviously aren't comprehending your situation." Pointing in the direction of the two padawan he simply flicked his wrist, a practiced, off-hand gesture. There was the brief sound of tearing cloth and a towel, a bra, and a pair of panties sailed into the room's far corner. Mandrake leered and licked his lips for effect, the two suddenly naked young women looking down at themselves in shock. Mandrake's voice took on a hard edge when next he spoke.

"Now that I see what's available, I'm going to fuck you both in every hole for as long as it pleases me. And it usually pleases me for quite sometime. When I'm done, I'm going to bring you with me to the Sith academy and you will live out your attractive years sucking Sith cock." He advanced towards them, light sabre raised. Sensing the truth behind his threats the two young women launched themselves at him.

Silently, they fought for their lives, throwing every trick they'd learned at the Sith. It wasn't enough. He was larger, faster, stronger, and more experienced than the two of them. A casual back hand caught Sareeni on the jaw and she slumped, dazed, onto her bed. Ruby fought on for a few more seconds, but her light sabre was batted from her grip and seemingly of it's own volition, a sheet wound around her wrists in a makeshift bond. The end of the sheet then entwined itself around a light fixture and Ruby found she was helpless, dangling by her arms from the ceiling.

"Hmmm...... grey, that's interesting." Mandrake said, striding toward Ruby. To her dismay, the way she was hanging placed her pussy roughly at shoulder height on the Sith and he was leaning close examining her most private parts like a window shopper. She strained to keep her legs together, but with unconscious contempt, he forced her legs apart and placed one over each of his shoulders. Her spread cunt was now mere inches from his face. She struggled but she had no leverage and by placing a hand on one thigh, he was able to hold her in place. A serpentine tongue snaked across his lips.

"No need for me to get all chafed is there? Let get you nice and wet." Ruby opened her mouth to protest but he grabbed her hips and pushed his face into her crotch. Ruby shuddered as a cool, wet tongue, longer than some of the cocks she'd ridden slid between her lips. Less then ten minutes ago she'd been in the shower. Now she was being tongue fucked by the second most powerful dark jedi around and, despite her revulsion, her traitor's body was enjoying in. 

In and out, thrusting between her lips, then playing over her clit, the Mandrake darted his tongue around seemingly at random, but each motion brought her closer to orgasm. She bucked, trying to escape the humiliation that would come when she did. All she succeeded in doing was to smear her juices all over his face and Mandrake seemed to be loving it. When he became annoyed with her writhing, he slipped a hand between her cheeks and hooked a finger into her ass, driving her wild but holding her in place. When he saw her reaction, he slipped a second finger in her ass and pushed both deeper. As much as she hated this monster, her nervous system would not obey her and she shuddered in violent orgasm. 

Mandrake stepped back to admire his handy work and grinned. Ruby swayed, suspended two feet above the floor, drenched in her own sweet come from knees to navel. He ran a hand across his chin to wipe away some of the moisture and laughed. Ruby just moaned. She looked down and could see Sareeni slowly reaching for her near-by light sabre. If only Mandrake kept his attention on Ruby for a few second more, Sareeni could reach her sabre. Ruby made eye contact with Mandrake.

"Fuck me.... Please..." the request made her skin crawl but she put her best begging into it. Mandrake looked at her curiously and Sareeni strained, her hand a hair breadth from her sabre.

"You know.... That's a good idea but I'd rather do... This!" Mandrake absently gestured behind him and the light sabre leapt up, dodging out of Sareeni's grasp and sailed through the air, circling the blonde noble woman and plunging into her pale furred cunt of it's own volition. She shuddered and tried to reach behind her but Mandrake seized her by her blond tresses.

"Not so fast my dear. Thought you were going to use your light sabre on me? Better use my light sabre on you." He tugged Sareeni closer to his groin and with his free hand worked his zipper open. In a single deft motion, he was stepping out of his pants, his muscular, reddish body naked from the waist down.

The two girls gasped involuntarily at what was unveiled. At 10 inches, Jalai had been intimidating. This demonic looking dark jedi sprouted a huge, 14 inch cock s thick around as her arm. She knew how much that enormous member would hurt but she involuntarily found herself remembering the pleasure being completely filled had brought. Sareeni's eyes just goggled, her experience having been mostly with women.

Sarenni panted raggedly in time with the thrusts of the telekinetically animated light sabre but her panting turned to a shocked choke as with a sudden yank of her hair, Mandrakes enormous cock was crammed half-way down her throat. He looked down darkly at her.

"Remember, the switch on a light sabre is telekinetically controlled." His smile was one of warning. Ruby could see outraged moisture welling up in her friend's eyes. A hand firmly on the back of her head guided her as she was forced to give the a blow job to the largest cock either girl had ever seen. Each bob of her head forced the monster deeper down Sareeni's throat. Finally, making choking noises, Sareeni was forced to swallow the entire massive member, her eyes bugging out.

Mandrake relented slightly but increased the rate and in another few minutes was ready to blow. He withdrew from Sareeni's mouth, held her head stationary using her long blond hair and shot an enormous load of creamy cum into the startled woman's face. With a contemptuous shove he forced her away from him. Released, Sareeni collapsed stunned and coated in cum against the side of her bed.

Abruptly, the sheet relaxed it's hold around the light fixture and Ruby was dropped to the floor, hand still bound. Mandrake dragged her to her feet and took her chin in one massive hand.

"I see from the room that you're a very neat person. I like that." Mandrake took this pause in the action as opportunity to finish undressing and stood before he, menacing, muscular, and frighteningly erotic. "But you room mate seems a bit of a slob. Perhaps you can help her clean up?" A strong hand grabbed her by the back of the neck and drew her toward her semi-conscious room mate.

"What the hell are you talking about you bastard?"

"Lick her clean. Get it all off of her." Ruby stared at him, shocked by the depths of perversion this monster was capable of.

"Fuck you as...." She started but felt a sudden pressure behind her as something cold and metallic slid into her pussy, stretching her painfully.

"There's your light sabre my dear. I suggest you get to work before I trip the switch." The light sabre, a smooth metal cylinder of her own construction began plunging in and out of her. She took a shaky step toward her room mate and started to kneel down. Mandrake stopped her, yanking her back to her feet. The pace of the light sabre increased and she could feel her knees getting weak as the pleasure spread out from her pussy to her abdomen.

"Bend at the waist hon." Mandrake increased pressure on the back of her neck, and bending at the waist, she leaned toward a bleary eyed, uncomprehending Sareeni. Hesitantly she leaned in and extended her tongue toward one string of semen stretched across her friends face. Slowly, she licked the warm goo from the blonde's marble smooth skin. It was rapidly cooling and salty but not entirely unpleasant. Ruby was ashamed to admit to herself that, if she'd entered this scenario voluntarily, she'd probably be enjoying it.




Jedirotica Ch. 03



With a light sabre fucking her deftly and telekinetically, forcing her towards another orgasm while licking the warm, salty seed off her helpless roommate's face, Ruby was subjected to a final indignity.

In a manoeuvre possible only in a race with tails, Mandrake used her tail as a lever to force her to bend even more at the waist. He then placed the tail over his shoulder and wrapped a powerful arm around it, such that the pale underside was pressed firmly against his torso. Ruby was now bent 90 degrees at the waist, with her tail straight up and her pussy and ass exposed to the world. For a second, there was the caress of a cool breeze against her ass and the metal of the light sabre pushing in and out of her chilled slightly. Then Madrake pulled her close and a warm, hard rounded item pressed against her tight ass. Beginning to loose herself in the ministrations of the light sabre and the arousal licking cum off this gorgeous blond involuntarily caused it took her a second to realize what was about to happen. When she did figure it out, it was too late.

Pulling sharply back on her tail, Mandrake forced himself into her ass. Ruby had only experimented with anal before and it sure hadn't felt like this. She felt invaded, stretched, violated, and she loved it. Unable to control herself she thrust backward in a paroxysm of ecstasy. Light sabre in her warm wet box, enormous evil cock in her nearly virgin ass, she loved it. Without thinking she rapidly and messily licked Sareeni clean and then bent even further, running a tongue over the blonde's golden muff and puffy pink lips. She felt filthy and it was turning her on more then she had ever thought possible.

Evil or not, Mandrake was a maestro of animal fucking and both Sareeni and Ruby came several times before he was ready to finish. At the last possible moment he with drew, leaving Ruby's ass sore but tingling and feeling empty. He spun her around and thrust his giant cock into her mouth. Without conscious thought she seized it in both tiny hands and pumped violently. She was soon rewarded with a flood of hot, salty cum which she greedily swallowed down.

She collapsed to the floor and it slowly donned on her. She had just been violated in the most heinous way by her sworn enemy who now stood over both of them, naked and gloating, sated penis slowly deflating to a more reasonable size. Rage welled up inside her and she cast about for her light sabre. Then she remembered where it was.

Ruby collapsed helplessly beside her room mate. Mandrake looked down and laughed.

"So ladies.... We'll get out of here just as soon as I've sampled the blond whore's charms." A new voice, one Ruby didn't recognize, chimed in from the doorway behind Mandrake.

"Unless that blond whore is an undertaker, you ain't going to be meeting her mother-fucker." To give him credit, Mandrake managed to turn roughly half way around before the room erupted in a violent torrent of sound and laser light. From her position on the floor in front of him Ruby could see a laser bolt emerge from the Sith's shoulder and then he was sailing through the air, past her, to come crashing down in the bathroom doorway.

Framed in the doorway were two figures, both around five feet tall, both bristling with weaponry. One was a tan coloured humanoid resembling a jackal. The other was a bulbous insect, hovering on tattered under sized wings. Smoke curled from the barrels of two guns that seemed to quiver with firepower.

"Grab your robes ladies. That didn't finish him and he's too tough to take in a fair fight. Let's roll." Said the insectile one. Looking past the odd pair into the hallway, Ruby could see two other figures, a blue haired human woman and a human male in scarred bounty hunter's armour. Between them was the limp form of Atim.

"Who the hell are you guys?" ruby managed

"We, the hell, are Black Sheep squadron and against my better judgement, we're rescuing you. Now, unless you want a repeat with Prince charming I suggest we jet." The jackal-man didn't even wait for a response, simply turned and began walking up the corridor. Ruby dragged Sareeni to her feet and grabbing her bathrobe stepped out into the corridor, chasing the new comers down the now silent hall.

"What's going on?" Ruby asked.

"War, little lady. War." 



Jedirotica Ch. 04



"It would appear the Sith have declared war on the counsel."

All eyes in the room turned to face Master Skywalker. All things considered, this was probably more eyes than Luke was used to having on him. Every Jedi they'd been able to locate and no small number of associates had been summoned to Coruscant for an emergency meeting. The entire counsel was present, as were those students who'd escaped the attack on the academy. A number of Jedi knights had arrived from all corners of the galaxy, the current emergency outweighing their normal duties. 

Relegated to the back walls were the non-Jedi, the members of Radiance, Eclipse, Phoenix, rogue, and Black Sheep squadrons who had been dragged into the midst of this growing Sith-Jedi conflict. 

There were some notable absences however. Jedi Knight Wyonne Niedar and Master Jendrix remained missing. Ruben St. Clair and Atim Kai were in the infirmary recovering from injuries inflicted by the Sith in their attack on the Jedi academy. Also absent was Jedi Master Phobos, unreachable while off on a private mission of her own.

"It would seem that all the recent events are related, the disappearance of prominent Jedi and the attack on the Jedi academy, constituting an organized campaign aimed at hurting or destroying our efforts to restore the Jedi knights to the galaxy. Furthermore, this plot seems to be orchestrated our old advisory Clarice. Any thoughts on how she was able to put such a force of Dark side adepts together so quickly?"

Towards the back of the room, Jedi master Spencer Vespers stood up and addressed the room. Spencer was a trim, severe looking oriental man, former commanding officer of Eclipse Squadron before discovering his force potential.

"There seem to be a number of sources Master Luke. Our recent defeat of several Sith Lords, Queen Amidala, the Malary'ush, and the Emperor's clone among them has left many of their former minions at large. Also, we received reports over the last year or so from several of our new students that they were approached by mysterious individuals before we discovered their force talents. We dismissed this at the time but it seems now to represent a pattern of recruitment in the outer rim by Clarice's agents." 

Jedi Knight Trunks Darkwood, an imposing black human man known for his impulsiveness chimed in.

"Maybe some of those clones from the Imperial palace survived or maybe there was another batch." Everyone in the room looked worried at that possibility, none more so then the young Jedi Knight Mace Windu. When the Jedi and their allies had descended on the Imperial Palace to destroy the cloned Emperor, they had discovered a small army of cloned Jedi standing in their way, including some of them. Most had been destroyed but a few, such as the cloned Mace Windu had been embraced into the fold.

The room buzzed quietly as the assembled heroes discussed the possibilities presented by their fellows. There seemed to be a general air of scepticism surrounding these possibilities. They just didn't account for the sudden onslaught. A handful of evil Jedi might have slipped through the cracks but the counsel had been diligent in tying up loose ends. Just as it seemed that this objection would be given voice, a door at the back of the hall was pushed suddenly open and a cloaked figure strode into the room.

Pushing back the hood of the blue-grey robe she wore, Jedi Master Phobos surveyed the crowded briefing room. She could see the face of almost everyone she had ever fought beside. That was good, because with the news she bore, every hand would be needed. Master Luke looked her way and a smile creased his aging face. That smile faded at the severe look on Phobos' own.

"Master Phobos, we are thrilled you were able to join us. I trust you were able to resolve your personal matters." Phobos nodded before responding.

"Master Skywalker and my assembled friends, I am afraid I have some rather unpleasant news. My journey was not, strictly speaking, a personal matter." A surprised murmur played through the crowd.

"I travelled to my home world of Vollarhia. I realize I am a bit of a mystery, being the only Vollarhan any of you have ever met. There is a reason for this, one which I have never discussed with anyone, even Master Skywalker." Sensing that some grave secret was about to be divulged, the assembled warriors grew suddenly silent, many leaning unconsciously toward Phobos.

"I am the only active member of my race. While several hundred thousand yet live, they do so in stasis on our hidden home world. While this seems strange one must realize that every one of my people is at least as powerful in the force as I. Many years ago, during the Jedi purges of Palpatine's rule, we realized that the Empire would soon come for us. By placing ourselves in stasis we were able to hide our nature from Darth Vader and his killers." Phobos paused and Trunks chimed in.

"Well, why aren't you in stasis then?"

"We are a highly advanced people and our technology is almost self-sustaining but someone had to remain awake in case of catastrophe and to determine when to awaken my people. I was chosen." 

"I see. Then why are you here with us, rather than on your own world?" Master Wabook, the accomplished Ewok Jedi asked with a puzzled expression.

"Since it was necessary to conceal ourselves from the Empire, we could not maintain holo-links and the like and we had to rely on other, more oblique methods of remaining informed about galactic happenings. Over time, these routes dried up and I was left blind and ignorant of what was happening in the broader galaxy. Without information it was impossible to know when to awaken my people so I was forced to leave our home world. Once I departed, I became embroiled in the Rebellion and the rest is history."

"Well, Phobos, I am a little disappointed that you didn't share this information sooner. But this leads to the obvious question of why you haven't awoken your people." Master Skywalker's usual calm seemed unruffled but an edge of annoyance tainted his voice. 

"My apologies for not sharing Master Skywalker but if only I was aware, only I could betray this information. As for keeping my people in stasis, there are many thousands of them, all with talent in the force. I was waiting until this counsel was sufficiently established to deal with such an enormous influx of recruits." That answer seemed to satisfy Skywalker because he nodded sagely and relaxed back in his seat. Jedi Knight Magdaline seemed less inclined to accept this explanation and testily rose from her chair.

"This is all fascinating but what does it have to do with the current problem? I'm glad your holiday was enjoyable but my sister is out there waging war on us and we need to figure out how to head her off." Phobos stared serenely at the younger woman, refusing the bait. All eyes watched Phobos eagerly.

"I was alarmed at the prevalence of Sith activity of late and it seemed prudent to check on my home world. In doing so I discovered something else entirely. I know where Clarice got her recruits- she has kidnapped hundreds of my people and presumably turned them to the way of the Sith." Phobos hung her head slightly and slumped into her chair having gotten the dire news off her chest. The room erupted in chaos, everyone talking at once. 

Master Skywalker stood and stared out at the room calmly, simply waiting for quiet. Anger was of the dark side and so Luke simply relied on his presence to bring the fractious room to order. Slowly, gradually, the room quieted down and all eyes turned to him.

"Phobos' news is dire indeed but rather then despair we need to plan and now we know where to start. Several hundred Sith adepts require a great deal of infrastructure to house and organize. Clarice may have made a dire error here, her strength has always been operating from stealth and now she's deprived herself of that option." Luke stepped down from the podium where he had been speaking and began making the rounds of the room, speaking to people in turn.

"Morgana, Trunks, and Magdaline find Wyonne."

"Wabook, Taggen, and Mace you find Jendrix."

"Mara, Ruby, and Black sheep Squadron, you will take the students to a secure location and re-establish the academy."

"The rest of us are going to be looking for Clarice and her student."

The meeting soon broke up and people hustled off to their fresh assignments. Phobos exchanged small talk with various friends for a few minutes but slipped quietly out and headed for the small but lush appointed apartment she hadn't seen in far too long.

Walking through the front door she was reminded of why she was willing to pay such an exhorbenant price for such a small place. The opposite wall was a floor to ceiling picture window that ran the full length of the room and gave her a spectacular view of the Coruscant surface. A billion city lights flickered and glowed below her and a million more vehicle lights traced strange, runic patterns across the night sky.

Turning into the bathroom, she went from a vision of singular beauty to a vision of singular filth as she gazed at herself in the mirror. Vollarhia was deep in the unknown region, a week's flight in an X-Wing at least, and the fighters weren't known for their hygienic facilities. She was covered in travel grime and a smell vaguely like bad seafood seemed to be emanating from her.

Slowly, muscles still aching from the week in the cramped cockpit, Phobos stripped out her flight suit and stood again in front of the mirror. Where her clothes had covered her, she was visibly cleaner. She wished she tanned this well. Aside from the disgusting dirt, Phobos took a good deal of pride in what she saw. She was small by human standards, merely five feet tall and very thin. Her hair, above and below was a pale gossamer silver which caught the light in fetching fashion when clean. Her legs were longer than a human of the same height and her reliance on speed in combat meant they were honed and muscular. She had a narrow, wasp waist, and small firm breasts with pale, almost invisible nipples. Her skin was a white, paler than most Caucasians. Her race was known for their unusual beauty and her fine featured face was an excellent example of this. Small mouth, large luminescent eyes, and elongated ears added to the exoticness. 

Phobos luxuriated under the pulse of a real, water based shower for about ten minutes, until she felt all the layers of dirt ground into her normally glowing skin had been blasted away. She briefly rubbed a huge fluffy towel over herself, then stepped into a short silk kimono and dressing gown.

She crossed to her small kitchen and selected an expensive vintage of wine which arrived via the pneumatic tubes which infested Coruscant. Phobos had just uncorked the wine and put it on ice when there was chime from her door. Not expecting any visitors at this time of night, Phobos grabbed her light sabre and cautiously sidled up to the door. Whoever was there was so agitated and conflicted that it was impossible to identify them through the force.

The old fashioned method, the peephole, showed her visitor to be Master Jendrix. He was hardly recognizable. His clothes were stained and his hair dishevelled. Three parallel scratches ran down his face and dried blood was clearly visible on his collar. Even though she knew him from long association and many shared hardships, she was reluctant to admit him. But the look on his face was so distraught, so pleading that she couldn't turn him away. Halfway through the third ring she opened the door.

Jendrix practically scrabbled through the door. He looked around the room like a hunted animal, his gaze eventually falling on Phobos. Seeing her, he rushed over and seized her roughly by the silk lapels of the kimono. Leaning in close it took him a moment of studying her face before recognition dawned. Glancing down, Jendrix had a good view down the kimono and at the sight of substantial cleavage he seemed to become frozen, trembling slightly and faintly moaning. Disconcerted by his behaviour Phobos gentle broke his grip and stepped back.

"Jendrix, where have you been? Everyone's been looking for you." Phobos guided him to the couch and sat him down. He was like a broken droid, willing to be led about but taking no action of his own accord.

"I... hee hee hee... I was doing things. New things. Things I've never tried before. Fun. Yes, so much fun... but awful... so, so awful." Jendrix started to make a thin keening noise and it took Phobos a minute to recognize crying.

"Jendrix, I'm going to call Master Luke. Maybe he can help you." She was shocked by his speed. He leapt up and seized her by the shoulders, pulling her close so that their bodies pressed tight against each other. Phobos could feel a firm bulge where his groin pressed against her leg and she became further disturbed by the moment.

"NO! No.... I'm mean, please don't. Don't trust them. Trust you. Let's talk.... I'll.. I'll be good. Won't do it any more. I can stop...." Jendrix's voice took on a whining, begging tone and his eyes burned with a fanatic intensity.

"What are you talking about Jendrix? What have you been up to?" Phobos stared at him worriedly. "Do you need a drink?" Jendrix seemed able to gather himself for a moment and stood. 

"I'll get them. You sit tight..... I need something to calm my nerves and then I'll tell you everything." Phobos stared out the window while Jendrix rattled bottles and glasses behind her. Something was seriously wrong with her friend. His mind was in turmoil and his presence in the force was a senseless jumble. She didn't know what to make of the situation. She was so absorbed in the puzzle that was Jendrix that she almost missed the brief clearing in his thoughts and when she did notice, it was too late to avoid the wine bottle that crashed into her head.

Slowly the haze cleared and Phobos reached out for the force. The attempt simply brought a wave of overwhelming nausea and she sagged back against.... Where was she? The surface under her was soft and yielding on her skin and her head seemed to be resting on a pillow. 

Wait that makes no sense! She thought with alarm. Slowly she was able to dredge the memories of the last few hours from the depths of her grogginess. Jendrix had arrived, behaving very strangely, and then... then.... Something had hit her. 

Phobos tried suddenly to sit up but found that her hands and feet were firmly bound. Opening her eyes, she tried to cry out in alarm but found even that was made impossible by a gag. She had been stripped naked and tied, spread eagle to her bed. Looking down she could see cooling white semen all over her flat stomach, breasts, and groin and as she took inventory of her body she knew she'd already been violated at least once.

She maintained the ability to move her head and looked around. She was in her bedroom and crouched on a chair in the corner was Jendrix, arms wrapped around himself. He was entirely naked and Phobos saw that her long time ally and apparent assailant had an average length cock which stood at full attention. He absently stroked himself and Phobos could see moisture coating it's length, probably from her.

"Mmm....." she tried to get his attention. When he looked up it was as though he'd been snapped from a dream. He hopped down from the chair and walked over to her, mindless of his nudity and stood looking down at her. His cock was mere inches from her gagged mouth and he seemed to be studying her nude form. A hand reached absently out to stroke her belly and to Phobos' incredulous shock, slid down between her legs and penetrated her. Absently stoking a finger in and out of her pussy, Jendrix talked, a rambling monologue.

"She was green.... She was. And she, she wanted to play with us. So I let her. Mistake... bad mistake. Haven't been the same since. Just can't seem to get enough.... Can't FUCK enough. The urge, y'know, the urge is always there. I do it and do it and do it but it never ends. But they end.... So pretty.... So soft and warm.... But I can't stop. They want to but I can't and I won't. I won't ever stop until the itch is gone. But you, you're a Jedi... you'll scratch the itch. Make it all better." Jendrix looked down at himself and seemed surprised. "No, no, no, no....not again... but Phobos, pretty Phobos... you'll make it better."

Jendrix leaned over and ran his tongue down her stomach, tracing a line down from her ribs, past her navel, and over her mound. Then, like a ravenous beast, he leapt into bed with her and plunged his face between her legs, his tongue joining his busy finger. Phobos gasped in shock and writhed, trying to escape the wet tongue plunging in and out of her. She felt revulsion at the violation but she also felt a warming sensation below and as Jendrix continued his frenzied cunnigulus, she could feel an orgasm building. He may have gone mad but his sexual skills remained. 

As Jendrix continued his assault, his erect cock bouncing inches from her face, she felt her body give in and she shuddered with a massive orgasm, back arching and fingers clutching at the bed spread. While she was momentarily dazed by her unexpected response, Jendrix took it as a cue.

Leaping suddenly from the bed he stood beside it only as long as it took to reverse his position and then he was on top of her. With a powerful thrust he entered her and seemed to go into some kind of frenzy. Phobos had not been with many men, since the bulk of her own species was in stasis, but in her limited experience she had never experienced the like of this. Jendrix pistoned his hips with a force and speed born of seeming desperation. His cock, average on a human, stretched and filled her quite pleasurably and the rate of his thrusts was overwhelming. Phobos tried to resist another orgasm but it was futile. That kind of focused stimulation was not something the body could beat and in minutes she was shuddering and writhing again. 

As Phobos lay there, enduring the aftermath of her involuntary pleasure, a spurt of hot fluid covered her face and she cringed as Jendrix came all over her hair, face, and neck. 

"Good.... But not enough... soon I'll have to do that again, and again, and well then you'll be gone...... but you're helping, you really are." Jendrix walked around and sat on the end of the bed, between her legs and stared off into space. Phobos eased one eye open, the other being glued shut but sticky semen. For the moment he seemed spent, unable to do anything but stare and pant.

This gave her and idea. She tested her bonds while he was otherwise absorbed. They were carelessly tied and she believed given the opportunity, she could slip her bonds and free herself. Unfortunately that would mean enduring another bout with Jendrix. It was too late now to free herself, he seemed to already be recovering. 

Jendrix gestured and Phobos could feel him reaching out with the force. A large blue candle perched on her night table flew to his hand.

"Sometimes.... Sometimes I have to but I can't... the noises help.... And then I can. I need you to make noises." And with no more ceremony then that, he leaned forward and almost casually thrust the candle into her already abused pussy. If Jendrix was substantial for her species, the candle was enormous and it stretched her beyond simple stimulation, to a place where pain and pleasure merged into one. She couldn't help but moan as the behemoth was thrust into her. 

If she thought Jendrix's hips were fast, his hand was even speedier. The candle became a faint blue blur and reality dimmed around her becoming a fog of pleasure and pain. Ever so faintly she could hear herself making noise but a part of her knew she was screaming in utter ecstasy. It was wrong but that little part of her mind that tempted her with the dark side from time to time also enjoyed being used and abused like this. It was so dirty and that was driving this insidious part of her wild.




Jedirotica Ch. 04



As suddenly as it started the thrusting candle stopped and was removed. Jendrix stood and she could see he was once more erect. His cock looked abused, bright red and slightly chaffed from the compulsion that wouldn't let him stop. 

He reached down and grabbed her by the hips.

"Needs moistened... don't want to hurt us...." He said and made a sudden thrust into her dripping pussy. But after a few thrusts he with drew. He angled his member so she got a good look.

"Wet enough?" Wet enough for what, she had no idea, she simply nodded and watched as her thin athletic counterpart resumed his position. Suddenly though, she began thrashing and trying to escape her bonds. She felt his cock pushing against her labia but then it slid south and she felt it pressing against her ass. She'd never experienced that before and had no desire to start now. But she had to work the bonds free before doing anything and that gave Jendrix the opportunity to slide painfully into her ass and start another bout of frenzied fucking. 

As Phobos tried to free her hands, she found the pain in her ass slowly replaced by numbness and then pleasure. She tried to focus on loosing her bonds but she found a growing, shameful pleasure in what was being done to her. It felt like nothing she'd ever experienced and she bucked wildly, trying to drive him ever deeper. She'd begun screaming again and Jendrix was making a wordless noise of animal lust. As her asshole spasmed powerfully, Jendrix grunted and she felt a strange warmth fill her ass. Jendirx sighed and rolled off her.

Phobos was tempted to relish this latest orgasm but she had no idea what round three would entail. While Jendrix lay slumped between her legs, his panting breath warm on her thigh, she carefully worked her hands free. Looking down, Jendrix seemed half asleep, muttering to himself. Phobos glanced around the room and saw a hand weight in one corner. Reaching out with the force she drew it to her. 

Jendrix's head snapped up at the last possible instant, as he sensed the disturbance. It was far too late for him to do anything and the barbell smashed into his face. Jendrix was bowled over backward with a grunt, crashing to the floor at the end of the bed. As he tried to stagger to his feet, Phobos planted a foot in his chest and gave a powerful shove. Jendrix tumbled across the room and in his current state, his combat skills seemed to have gone out the window. As he groggily dragged himself to his feet Phobos strode up and with a powerful backhand blow, Jendrix was rendered unconscious.

Standing there, both orifices throbbing, her body still shuddering from the occasional orgasmic after shock, and with still warm cum running down her leg Phobos reflected that, as unpleasant as the last hour had been, Jendrix had been taken alive and now the counsel could get some answers.