Chapter 3: The Master's Wrath
The snap of a twig broke the forest's silence. Then another. Heavy, deliberate footsteps, each one landing with the weight of a war drum. Shin's head whipped around, her pale fingers still buried between my thighs, and for the first time since this nightmare began, I saw fear flicker across her sharp features.
"Impossible," she breathed.
A figure emerged from the mist. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Clad in dark robes that seemed to drink the morning light. His mechanical hand caught the bioluminescent glow, and his blue eyes cut through the haze with barely contained fury.
Anakin.
"Master," I gasped, the word tearing from my throat as hope and shame collided in my chest.
Shin scrambled backward, her hand finally leaving my aching cunt, but it was too late. Anakin's palm shot forward, and the Force answered his call like a loyal hound. Shin's body froze mid-step, her arms pinning to her sides as an invisible vice closed around her. A strangled cry escaped her lips.
I felt his grip on me too, the vines suddenly straining against something much more powerful than Shin's will. The bindings snapped apart in a shower of splinters and green sap, and I dropped to the forest floor in a heap of naked, trembling limbs. My knees scraped against the roots, but I barely felt the sting.
"Anakin," I tried again, reaching for him with my mind, but he wasn't looking at me. He was staring at Shin with an expression I'd never seen on his face before. Cold. Measured. Wrathful.
"You should have stayed in the shadows, little apprentice," he said, his voice dangerously low. "You should have kept your hands off what was mine to protect."
Shin tried to speak, tried to form some cutting retort, but Anakin closed his fist and her words died in her throat. He dragged her through the air, her boots scraping against the forest floor as he hauled her toward the ship's open ramp. I scrambled to my feet, my legs unsteady beneath me, my body still humming from Shin's torment.
"Master, wait—"
"Get inside, Snips." He didn't look at me. His gaze remained fixed on Shin as if she were a venomous snake he intended to crush. "Now."
I stumbled after him, my bare feet slapping against the cold metal of the ramp as it retracted behind us. The cabin lights flickered on as we passed through the doorway, the ship's systems responding to his presence. He'd gotten in. Of course he had. Anakin Skywalker had never met a lock he couldn't breach.
He threw Shin into the bedroom ahead of us. She crashed against the far wall with a grunt, her body sliding down the durasteel before his grip caught her again. The door slid shut behind us with a hiss of hydraulics, sealing the three of us in.
The same cabin where Shin had taken me. Where she'd strapped that toy to her hips and fucked me until I screamed. The memory burned in my gut, a cocktail of rage and humiliation.
Anakin released me first. I felt his grip dissipate, and I stumbled forward, catching myself on the edge of the bed. He turned his attention fully to Shin now, his mechanical hand flexing at his side.
"You thought you could come into my territory," he said, circling her slowly. "You thought you could touch my Padawan. Use her. Mark her."
Shin's lip curled, defiance flashing in her blue eyes despite her trapped position. "Your Padawan? You abandoned her here. Baylan made sure of it. She was ripe for the taking, and I—"
Anakin's hand closed around her throat. Not killing, not even truly hurting, but enough to make her gasp. He lifted her from the ground, and I watched her legs dangle, watched the flicker of genuine terror pass across her face for the first time.
"Shut up."
He threw her onto the bed beside me. I scrambled aside as her body bounced on the mattress, her pale limbs splaying across the sheets. She tried to push herself up, but Anakin was faster. His mechanical hand grabbed a fistful of her dark tunic and ripped.
The synthetic fabric tore like paper, exposing her pale torso in a single violent motion. Her small tits bounced free, pink nipples hardening in the cool cabin air. She gasped, reaching for the torn edges of the fabric, but Anakin was already on her.
"And these," he growled, his mechanical fingers hooking into the waistband of her leather leggings. "These come off."
I watched, frozen, as he ripped them down her thighs. The leather gave way with a series of sharp pops, revealing her long, thin legs and the stark white of her shaved mound. She wore nothing underneath. She'd been expecting to toy with me again, not to be on the receiving end of someone else's dominance.
"Anakin—" I started, my voice uncertain.
"Not now, Snips." He shoved Shin onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head with his flesh hand. His mechanical hand traced down her body, fingers splaying across her flat stomach. She squirmed beneath him, but the fear in her eyes was warring with something else now. Something dark and hungry that made my stomach twist.
"You wanted to play games with trained Jedi," Anakin said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. "You wanted to break someone's will. Let's see how you handle it when the roles are reversed."
I should have stopped him. I should have said something. But the way his hand moved over her skin, the way she bucked against his grip, the way her breath hitched when his fingers brushed the insides of her thighs... it held me captive.
And he threw me onto my stomach across the bed.
"Master—"
She left me tied to that tree with vines, then forced your body to betray you. My hand on her stomach tightened, her own words from earlier still ringing in his ears as he turned to me, his voice sharp. "But I didn't. Not at night, when Baylan's distractions came. Not through any of this. You're not to blame, so shut up and watch."
Shin squirmed on the mattress, her legs spreading slightly as his hand moved between them. Her pale cunt was barely slick, but I could see the way her hips tilted up, desperate for contact despite her defiant expression.
"You're going to learn what it means to be taken," Anakin said, his voice a low growl. "You're going to learn what it feels like to be owned."
I watched, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears, as he yanked her thighs apart and lowered his head between them. Shin gasped, her whole body going rigid as his mouth closed over her cunt.
I felt my own cunt ache at the sound, at the wet, deliberate strokes of his tongue against her folds. I'd been in her position not hours ago, helpless and burning, and now she was the one whimpering.
He worked her with brutal efficiency, his tongue lashing at her clit until her hips bucked and her fingers clawed at the sheets. I watched the muscles in her thighs tense, watched her pale skin flush pink, watched her head thrash back and forth as she fought against the pleasure he was forcing on her.
"I can smell you, Snips," Anakin said, coming up for air for a single breath, his face glistening with her juices. "I can smell how wet you are. How much you want this."
My face burned. I pressed my thighs together, trying to deny the truth of his words, but my body betrayed me. The aching emptiness between my legs was unmistakable, the lingering traces of Shin's oil making every brush of the sheets feel electric.
He turned his attention back to Shin. She was almost there, her hips grinding against his face, her breath coming in desperate pants. But he pulled away, leaving her hovering on the edge of release.
"No," she whimpered. "No, please—"
"Please, what?" His voice was cold, almost pleasant. "Please let you come? The same way you let Ahsoka come? The way you toyed with her, made her beg?"
Shin opened her mouth to answer, but he cut her off with a single, devastating flick of his tongue across her clit. She cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her, torn from her grasp against her will.
He didn't stop. He kept licking her through it, her thighs clamping around his head, his grip on her hips not allowing her to escape. When she finally collapsed, trembling and gasping, he rose from between her legs, his mouth wet with her release.
"Your turn, Snips."
I tried to scramble back, but he caught my ankle with his mechanical hand and dragged me across the bed. I landed on my stomach, my cheek pressed against the mattress, my hips tilted up like an offering. The position felt achingly familiar, and my body responded with a shameful pulse of heat.
"Master, this isn't—"
"This isn't what?" His hand came down on my ass with a sharp crack. I yelped, my hips bucking at the sting. "This isn't what you wanted? Tell me you didn't think about this. Tell me you didn't wonder what it would feel like to have me here, between your thighs, instead of her."
That pulsing heat between my legs sharpened. He was right. Every time Shin touched me, every time she made my body betray me, there was a thread of shameful fantasy that twisted through the pleasure. And in those fantasies, it was never Shin. It was him.
He flipped me onto my back with the Force, my body spinning in the air before landing heavily on the mattress. The vine-scars on my wrists felt raw, sensitive, and the air from the ship's circulation system brushed against my nipples like a ghost's touch.
"Here." He pressed something cold into my palm, so I could feel its shape, finger by finger. A small, folded bundle of leather. "I found this in the forest. It was hers. She brought it for you."
Shin's exhausted eyes went wide. "No—"
I looked down. The bundle opened to reveal a thick, black leather collar, studded with silver rivets. My heart stopped.
"You were going to put this on her, weren't you?" Anakin looked at Shin, his voice conversational. "You were going to collar her, break her, make her your pet. So let's see how you like it."
He took the collar from my hand and crawled toward Shin. She tried to retreat, but there was nowhere to go. The headboard pressed against her shoulders, and his arms boxed her in on either side.
"Master—"
"Anakin," I said, my voice thin, uncertain. "What are you doing?"
He looked at me, and for a moment I saw something flicker in his eyes. Something I couldn't name. "I'm teaching her a lesson," he said. "And I'm taking what I shouldn't have wanted for so long."
The leather strap clicked around her throat. She shuddered. The sound was obscene. Final.
"Now," he said, positioning himself between her spread legs, the leather strap of my collar dangling from his hand. "Let's see how long you last."
The collar hung from his hand, glinting under the cabin's cold light. Shin's throat still bore the mark of the leather, her pulse hammering against the silver rivets. But instead of lowering himself between her legs as he'd threatened, Anakin turned his gaze to me.
"Stay," he said, and the word carried a weight of Force behind it.
My body obeyed before my mind could protest. I lay frozen on the mattress, heart slamming against my ribs, as he reached down and grabbed a coil of synth-rope from his belt. He'd come prepared. Of course he had.
"This is for your own good," he said, roughly pulling my wrists together.
I blinked at him, confusion cutting through the haze of arousal and humiliation. "What are you—"
"you almost died out there, Snips." The rope bit into my skin as he bound my wrists together. "You think I'm going to leave you unsecured while I deal with her?" He yanked the knot tight. "Not a chance."
He flipped me onto my stomach, and I felt the coarse fiber of the rope drag across my back. He bound my ankles next, then looped the rope between them and my wrists, pulling my body into an arch. The position stretched my spine, lifted my hips, exposed everything. I struggled against the bindings, but they were tighter than Shin's vines.
"You son of a—"
"You'll thank me later."
He grabbed Shin by the collar and hauled her across the bed. She made a choked sound as the leather pressed against her windpipe, her hands scrabbling uselessly at the strap. He forced her onto her stomach beside me, one cheek against the mattress, her bound neck bowed at an awkward angle. Then he pulled a second length of rope from his belt and tied her wrists behind her back, and her ankles together. She squirmed, her pale ass jiggling as she tried to find a position that didn't hurt.
"There," Anakin said, surveying his handiwork. "Two pets, side by side. Exactly how it should be."
He pushed me onto my back. I landed with a grunt, my bound wrists pressed beneath me, my legs still tied together at the ankles. I tried to kick out, but he'd done too good a job. I could only twist my hips, my thighs grinding together, my cunt aching with that hateful oil-tinged heat.
"Anakin." I bit the word out through gritted teeth. "Let me go."
He settled onto the bed, his weight landing squarely on my thighs. I felt the heat of him through the thin fabric of his trousers, the solid press of muscle that pinned me to the mattress. His mechanical hand traced a line down my stomach, and I shuddered, my body betraying me with a pulse of warmth that had nothing to do with anger.
"Not yet," he said, and his voice was low, intimate. "You've been through a lot, Snips. You need this."
"I don't need—"
His fingers found my slit, and I gasped, the words dying in my throat. He'd been fingering Shin minutes ago, tasting her on his lips, but his touch on me was different. Slower. Intent. He traced the line of my folds, collecting the slickness that had gathered there despite my protests.
"You're soaked," he murmured. "You've been soaked since you saw me grab her, haven't you? Watching me take control. Watching me own her. That got you wet."
My cheeks burned, but I couldn't deny it. Seeing him dominate Shin, seeing her squirm beneath his hand after everything she'd done to me, had lit a fire in my gut that rivaled the darkness of my rage.
"Answer me," he said, his voice hardening.
"Yes," I choked. "Fuck, yes, it got me wet."
"That's my girl."
He shifted his weight, and I felt something hot and hard press against my thigh. The rough fabric of his trousers couldn't hide the shape of his cock, thick and straining. My mouth went dry.
He peeled his trousers down with one hand, freeing himself. I'd fantasized about this enough times to recognize the heavy weight of him, the ruddy head already slick with pre-cum. My own thighs trembled at the sight.
"I want you to feel this," he said, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance. "I want you to remember exactly what it feels like to be filled by me."
He thrust forward.
The sensation was overwhelming. His cock drove into me in a single, brutal stroke, stretching my walls around his girth. I screamed, my back arching against the mattress, my bound wrists tugging uselessly at the ropes. He was huge, bigger than I'd imagined, and the fullness was blinding.
"That's it," he groaned, pulling back and slamming into me again. "That's my girl. Take all of it."
"You're—fuck—you're going to split me in half—"
"No, I'm not." He slammed into me again, grinding his hips against mine. "I'm going to own you. And you're going to take it, because you want it. Because you've wanted this for longer than you'll ever admit."
His hand moved between my legs, and I felt his fingers search for my clit. They found it, slick with my own arousal, and he pressed down, rubbing in tight circles as he fucked me. The combined sensation of his cock filling me and his fingers on my clit sent sparks through my core.
Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, but they weren't tears of pain. They were tears of overwhelming sensation, of the shameful truth that this was everything I'd ever wanted, and he was giving it to me.
He pulled out, leaving me aching and empty. I whined at the loss, my hips tilting up, desperate for more. He laughed softly, his mechanical hand landing on my hip.
"Greedy," he said. "You want more?"
"Yes," I gasped. "Please, Anakin, more."
He flipped me onto my stomach, and I felt him lift my hips with the Force, tilting my ass up into the air. The position was obscene, my bound wrists trapped beneath me, my legs spread wide, my cunt exposed to his gaze.
"Not this cunt," he said, and I felt his thumb brush against my asshole. "This one."
"Anakin—"
"Shh." His finger circled the tight ring of muscle, spreading something slick over it. I didn't know when he'd gotten the oil, maybe from Shin's discard bag, maybe from his own supplies. But the sensation was cool and slippery, easing the way. "You're going to take me here, and you're going to love it."
He pressed forward, and I felt the thick head of his cock against my ass.
"Breathe, Snips."
I did, forcing air into my lungs as he pushed. The pressure was intense, building until I thought I'd tear apart, and then he was inside me, the ring of muscle stretching to accommodate him. I cried out, my hands clenching into fists beneath me, my body shaking with the overwhelming fullness.
"That's it," he growled, his voice strained. "You're so tight, Ahsoka. So fucking tight."
He pulled back and thrust forward, and this time the pain bloomed into something else, a dark, burning pleasure that coiled low in my belly. He set a rhythm, steady and punishing, each thrust driving his cock deeper into my ass.
And then I felt his hand snake around my hip. His fingers found my cunt, wet and eager, and he pushed two of them inside me without breaking his rhythm.
I screamed.
The sensation was overwhelming. His cock in my ass, his fingers in my cunt, his thumb pressing against my clit. Every thrust moved through me like a wave, pleasure and pain tangled together until I couldn't tell them apart. My eyes rolled back, my mouth hanging open, a string of incoherent cries tumbling from my lips.
"That's it," he grunted. "Come for me, Snips. Let me feel you come apart."
At the same time, I heard a muffled whimper from beside me. I turned my head, tearing my gaze away from the headboard to stare at Shin. She was still bound, her face pressed into the mattress, but Anakin had shifted his mechanical hand. I watched, through blurry, pleasure-filled vision, as two metal fingers disappeared between her spread legs.
Her hips bucked against the ropes. A high, desperate sound escaped her throat, muffled by the sheets. She was facing away from us, but I could see the way her back arched, the way her shoulder blades pressed together, the way her pale thighs trembled.
"That's right," Anakin said, his voice carrying over his groans. "You both get to feel it. You wanted to break my Padawan, Shin? You wanted to make her yours? So now you get to watch as I take her apart, and feel my fingers in your cunt while you do it."
Shin made a sound that might have been protest, but it was swallowed by a moan. Her hips started moving, grinding against his hand, and I could see the slickness coating his metal fingers as he worked her.
"Two greedy little whores," he said, his breath hot against my ear. "Both so desperate to be fucked. Both so willing to give up control."
I was close. So close. The burning stretch of his cock in my ass, the fullness of his fingers in my cunt, the pressure on my clit; it was all too much. I felt myself teetering on the edge, my muscles clenching, my vision white at the edges.
"Come," he ordered. "Now."
I shattered. My orgasm ripped through me like a supernova, my body convulsing, my cunt clamping down on his fingers, my ass clenching around his cock. I screamed his name, the sound raw and broken, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.
He didn't stop. He kept thrusting, kept fingering, and I felt Shin's own climax seize her body a moment later. She cried out, her voice muffled but unmistakable, her legs kicking against the ropes as she came on his hand.
"Yes," Anakin growled. "Yes, that's it. Take it. Both of you, take it."
He drove into me one final time, burying himself to the hilt in my ass, and I felt him come. Hot liquid flooded my insides, and I moaned at the sensation, at the knowledge that he'd marked me in the most primal way possible. He stayed inside me, panting, his forehead pressed against my spine, until the waves of his release finally subsided.
Then he pulled out, and I collapsed onto the mattress, boneless and trembling. I could feel him moving, feel his weight shift off the bed. A moment later, I heard the click of the collar strap as he unbuckled Shin's throat.
"Don't think this is over," he said, and his voice was soft, almost gentle. "We have a lot to discuss. But that can wait for the morning."
I heard the cabin door hiss open, then shut. The sound of his boots echoed through the ship as he walked away, leaving me and Shin in a tangled, exhausted heap on the mattress.
My body ached. My ass burned. My cunt was sore and slick with his seed. And yet, even as I lay there, bound and breathless, I felt a phantom pulse of pleasure between my thighs.
I turned my head to look at Shin. She'd managed to roll onto her side, her bound wrists still behind her back, her pale face flushed and streaked with sweat. Her eyes met mine, and for a long moment, neither of us spoke.
Then she laughed. Low and bitter and broken.
"You were right," she said, her voice hoarse. "Anakin was never going to save you. He was going to claim you himself."