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TODAY'S FREE BONDAGE STORY |
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Jacen Solo sat in his meditation chamber, seeking a place of calm as he prepared to do something he knew every one of the people he cared most for would condemn as the actions of a monster.
The thirty one year old Jedi had grown from a gawky teenager at the onset of the war against the alien Yuuzhan Vong into a handsome, muscular man, with brown hair much like those of his famous father Han Solo and his mother Leia’s thoughtful brown eyes. When he cared to, he could affect the lopsided grin that had been the Han Solo trademark for four decades and would have been guaranteed to make almost any human women in the galaxy feel a flutter of excitement.
Jacen did not care to use the smile much, these days.
For several months now, he had been the head of the special police for the Galactic Alliance, the government that had replaced the irredeemably flawed New Republic, which in its turn had replaced the evil Galactic Empire, the successor of the hopelessly corrupt Old Republic. It had become clear to Jacen that, if the galaxy were finally to know peace, someone would have to take matters in hand.
Not his Uncle Luke Skywalker though. Luke had trained Jacen and his brother Anakin Solo as his apprentices, just as Mara had trained Jacen’s older twin sister Jaina, but now years and experience had taught the younger Solo twin the limited nature of that training. It had been enough for a beginning, but Jacen knew now that it was not enough to bring about lasting peace to the sentient beings of the galaxy.
It had not even been enough to save Anakin’s life during the war.
Luke was too entrenched in the old ways of the Jedi. Jacen was prepared to embrace a different path. As a result, his uncle had begun to mistrust him, even though Luke’s own son Ben was learning the ways of the Force from Jacen when he had refused to understand them from anyone else.
And now he was holding Luke’s wife, Ben’s mother, in his interrogation chamber.
Jacen glanced at his chronometer. Mara Jade Skywalker had been enduring the ministrations of the chamber for almost four hours now. That would have been enough to break most normal human women and even some intelligence agents. But Mara was a Jedi – more, a Jedi Master. Even disconnected from the Force as she was by Jacen’s abilities, she would not be ready to tell him what he needed to know.
Yet.
Rising to his feet, Jacen moved to the doorway. Outside in the hall leading to the lift down to the detention level he found Lumiya waiting.
The Sith Lady appeared quite attractive, dressed in a black body suit with a red jacket top and high boots. Black gloves covered her hands. She wore a simple headband just wide enough to allow a net veil to fall about the bottom of her face, draping over full lips and strong jaw line while leaving her hypnotic eyes uncovered and giving her an exotic appearance. But Jacen knew that appearances could be deceiving, especially where Lumiya was concerned. He did not make the mistake of fully trusting her or her motives, an attitude which the Sith women not only accepted but encouraged.
Now she turned and fell into stride with him as he walked without hurry, keeping a step behind as she spoke. The Galactic Alliance Guard leader’s black cloak swept the floor behind him as he walked.
‘You are ready for this, Jacen,’ she stated calmly.
‘I know,’ he said, his voice without emotion. ‘But I take no pleasure in it.’
‘Really?’ she asked.
Jacen reached the lift and stopped. He pressed the button to summon the car and turned to face his teacher. ‘It is a necessity, nothing more.’
She smiled back. ‘As you say.’
The car arrived, and Jacen stepped inside. As the doors closed, Lumiya was looking at him thoughtfully. The he was descending into the depths.
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Mara was so wet with perspiration she felt as if she had stepped from a warm spa pool, but she was much less relaxed.
Stretched between the four shackles about her wrists and ankles, every muscle in her limbs ached like it was being crushed in a vice. Her shoulders had felt like they might pop from their sockets at any moment for what must have been hours. Her sides burned and her spine was a long knotted strand of pain down her back.
Mara’s breathing came in short, pained gasps from between her lips. The mechanical arms had her held so taught that her lungs and diaphragm were being compressed, making it hard for her to get enough oxygen. Ordinarily she could have used the Force to make her lungs work more efficiently to compensate, but she was cut off from the energy field that gave the Jedi their most unique abilities.
Mara fought to control her trembling. She was not afraid, but she was sweating so heavily that her body had cooled to the point where she was actually feeling an irksome chill. She fought the sensation, trying to hold herself completely still but badly worn by the fatigue on her mechanical crucifixion. Mostly she tried because the shivering that resulted when she relaxed made the pain of the stretching even worse, but also because she did not want anyone watching her perverse ordeal on hidden cameras to think she was scared.
Jacen had had her whipped. The sense of betrayal was like a knife in her belly, twisting deeper and deeper, the pain growing more with time instead of less. She remembered the look on his face just before he had left earlier, just after he had cut away the last of her clothing to reveal the womanly thatch of copper between her legs. Her hands clenched into fists again, her hear hammering against her ribs. Mara had been the special assassin of the Emperor for the better part of a decade before his death at the hands of Darth Vader, but she had never been so close to succumbing to the lure of the dark side as right now.
The door opened with a sinister hiss and Jacen stepped through into the room. Without her Force powers Mara had had no warning of his approach but she managed to keep any surprise from her face.
The brother of her former apprentice stepped forward until he was again looking up into Mara’s boldly pretty face. ‘You’ve had some time to think about your situation,’ he said, and he might have been talking to her about the latest tabloid headlines in any small caf-shop. ‘Have you reconsidered?’
Mara shifted, her muscles knots of burning anguish. It was a struggle to keep the pain from her voice. ‘Yes,’ she replied simply.
Jacen’s eyebrows actually rose a shade. ‘Really,’ he said, sounding surprised but sceptical.
‘Yes’ Mara repeated, drawing in air slowly even though her body screamed to gulp it down as fast as she could. ‘At first I was going to let Luke or Leia take you down, but now I think I’d rather do it myself.’
Jacen’s eyes became serious again, hard. And cold. Mara had met plenty of interrogators during her service to the Empire and the brown eyes looking into hers now were as devoid of humour and compassion as any she had seen. ‘That’s a shame, Mara. It means that this is going to take longer than I would like. Definitely longer than you would like.’
Mara drew in another breath, and Jacen was aware, even without looking, of her breasts expanding, pushing slightly towards him. Her eyes flicked meaningfully down to the remains of her jumpsuit on the floor. ‘I think I’m learning a lot about what you like, Jacen.’
Jacen felt a twinge of anger at the condemnation in her voice, the implication that he was doing this for pleasure. But he stepped on the feeling. Instead he touched the button on his belt and the six mechanical arms around Mara shifted slightly, humming as they prepared to fulfil their function. ‘Please let me know the moment you feel like cooperating,’ he said with a tone of weary acceptance.
The arms were moving , three in front, three behind. Mara centred her concentration, trying not to anticipate. When she started to do that, Jacen would have her halfway beaten. She had to just exist, from one moment to the next.
An appendage came to within a few inches of her left tricep as her arm hung stretched by the shackles. There was a blue light and smell of ozone, and a flickering electric charge lanced from a conduit on the torture device to Mara’s flesh.
The pain was like a knife stabbed into the muscle, making the horribly torn tissues jerk and contract into a hard knot, ripping them even further. Mara twitched in her suspension and bit down a cry of pain, sucking in a breath through her nose and holding it as the charge went on for five seconds…ten…
The current stopped and Mara felt her arm go numb. She didn’t let herself feel relief; she knew that that small pain was only beginning. No sooner had the charge to arm cut off than another began on the back of her right leg, halfway between her knee and her shapely ass. She twitched again and her body strained forward instinctively, while Jacen stood staring up at her with a face like stone.
ZZZZZZNNNNNZZZZZZZNNNNN
‘Nnnnnnnnn!’
The current stopped; again Mara’s body relaxed as much as the tension of the hackles would allow. She shook her head to clear it, pursing her lips, shivering a little harder. Jacen could see that the pink nipples of her breasts were hard.
The next attack came from two different directions, one shocking her right calf above the top her boot while the other sent current coursing across her belly. Little sounds of pain spilled from her mouth and she was shivering hard enough now so that her breasts shook visibly, like smooth mounds of pink jelly. Her body shone under the lights like a metal sculpture, every muscle rigid as the power washed through her.
Mara felt the shocks shifting, playing over her physique with mechanical, unfeeling precision. Short searing bursts that made her twist and buck or sustained crackling sprays that caressed her like acid venom, eating its way into her nerves and setting them on fire. The devices moved around her continuously, a perverse dance with her at the middle, haloed in bright blue white lines of anguish.
‘GAAAA….damn it Jacen…AAAHHHH!!’
The bindings around her wrists and ankles must have relaxed a bit because she could feel her body moving sinuously, her twists and turns not hers to control as the pain jerked her like a puppet on mismatched strings. Power seared her back and down her spine and she arched her body, boobs pushed out and belly so tight it felt like it might have burst apart. As if drawn to those prominent orbs another probe sent a series of stuttering static flashes over there curving surface, bathing them in agony.
‘YAARRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!’
The scream burst out of her like a wild animal liberated from cage, primal and savage. Hundreds of steel skewers were lancing into the flesh of her chest, burning the twin mounds of her feminine nature from within. Two more jolts targeted her thighs and the exposed pink hole between her ass cheeks and she howled as she was impaled on the sizzling lines of electricity tearing its way over her and through her.
Jacen continued to watch the pain ebb and flow through his prisoner, both annoyed and impressed with Mara’s willingness to endure torment without cracking. The screaming was almost continuous now, and he could tell by the varying pitch and volume of her cries how much the machines were hurting her, when they were easing back just enough to allow her to remain conscious without giving her any real escape from the torment suffusing her. She pirouetted and contorted her body in its bindings, pain pushing her to the limits of what that toned and magnificently maintained woman’s form could do splayed out above him. The room smelled of ozone and female sweat
He saw the arcing surges skitter up her thighs almost to the narrow pink slit with its crown of burnished copper; heard Mara screaming as her legs bowed outwards and made the enticing crack part just a little wider. Then the power was racing up over her sides and around to her ass again and Jacen was aware of a twinge of disappointment, of frustration that the machine had not travelled that extra inch to target the discharge right over the red haired Jedi’s puckered womanhood.
The sparks were dancing across her breasts again, and Mara was shaking her head so that her red hair flew about like the mane of some jungle cat. Jacen felt something, that had begun to stir below his navel when he had seen Mara’s pussy come so close to feeling the current, grow stronger as he watched her tits being fried by the machines fingers of lightning. He gave a little start as he suddenly realised he had stopped thinking of Mara’s body in cold clinical expressions, had instead allowed himself to articulate his thought about her in raw, sexual terms. Her pussy, her tits. Right now, he was watching those still wonderfully shaped tits tremble and blue fire tear at Mara’s ribs and soaked into the hollow of her navel. Her belly sucked in to hollow curve as she screamed and quaked overhead.
‘You should talk now, Mara,’ he said, trying to ignore the voice in his head that desperately wanted her to stay quiet, stay stubborn. ‘This will only get worse for you.’
Mara’s only reply was a choked scream and three bolts of power converged on the space between her shoulders, making her convulse. Another low power discharge washed over her lovely face, bathing it in flickering light and prompting an open- mouthed shriek.
The Jedi woman didn’t know how long the torture had been going on now – whether minutes or an hour. Exhaustion dragged at her like lead weights on a swimmer but the terrible sting of the probes over and over kept her moving, shaking and gyrating in her bindings like a Twi’lek dancing girl in a Hutt pleasure den. Every muscle begged for relief; for some pause, however brief, in the pain eating away at her. Mara’s own screaming was a piercing torment for her ears, her brain pounding inside her skull as her athletes figure was a lean and supple mass of torn ligament, ripped muscles and cartilage, and skin burned by shock after searing electro-shock. Through the veil of agony that seemed to have fallen between her and everything in the universe that was good, she could hear Jacen talking, offering her a respite if she just admitted she had contacted someone about what she had found here.
‘Nothing to tell.. AAAA..AAAAAAAAIEEEEEEEEE!!!’
The arms were set on continuous discharge now, panning across the captive woman, painting her with suffering. The settings of the current were being modulated by the computer, Jacen knew, to keep her conscious as long as possible. But the suffering would be intense and without escape, even for a second. Mara’s red hair was damp with sweat and her exotic features haggard with anguish. He could hear sobs amid her howls and curses, and his member inside his black uniform pants firmed at the knowledge that he had made this women weep, had made her feel so much pain she cried openly, shaming herself and her Jedi honour. He felt filled with potential, with power, as if the defiant prisoner’s ongoing suffering were helping him to channel more of the Force, tap into it in new ways. Seeing the incredibly beautiful wife of his uncle spasming and wailing brokenly as her hips twisted and her body humped the air sent surges of exhilaration through him.
Luke’s wife – Luke did not trust him, thought he was greater in the Force than Jacen. But now he had something of Luke’s, and it was his to do with as he pleased. Mara yowled as bolts of lightning seared across her shapely ass and along her straining arms. She was sexy; smart and brave and beautiful to look at, and now she was completely in his power. Even her stupid refusal to tell him what he needed was something of his, and excuse to do this to her. Watching her body undulate in agony he found himself imagining what it would feel like to be touching her as moved like that, to feel her gasping breaths pushing her tits against him as he owned her completely.
‘Talk, Mara!’ he bit out, and the loudness of his voice was less about frustration now than excitement. ‘Tell me now and I won’t hurt you anymore.’
Mara kept screaming. Her gloved hands curved into grasping claws and the pain ripped through her. Tears were trickling from beneath the lashes of her tightly shut eyes.
The blood was pounding in Jacen, and he wet his lips. ‘Tell me now, woman,’ he growled. ‘End the pain. You know you want to. You will anyway, sooner or later. Say the words and it’s finished.’
‘I wont I WONT!’ Mara screamed, her voice cracking.
The electricity finally found its way between her legs
Wisps of smoke rise from the space around her pubis as some of the short copper hairs were burned by the current. Mara lifted her ass up to try and escaped, shrieking the whole time, but the bolts spat into her pink slit, highlighting it in flickering lightning. She threw back her head and her body twisted as if her spine were made of rubber.
‘AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!’
She didn’t fall unconscious. The power kept flowing through her, making her into a thing of pain. The current attacked her sex and her breasts at the same time, like an evil lover. Her nipples were burning nubs of suffering on mountains of boiling blood and melting flesh, and the surges of energy ran up the tunnel of her womanhood and tore at her from within. With a savage wrench she felt herself dislocate one of her shoulders.
‘YOUBASTARDSTOPITSTOPITAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!’
Jacen watched his gorgeous aunt try to pull her legs closed, as if that would protect her from the agony. Naked and screaming she writhed in complete abandon, feeling everything he wanted her to feel, helpless to stop him. The current ran up the scale to the maximum of what a human woman could endure and held her there, pinioned on claws of energy that gripped her by her ass, her belly, her arms, her tit, her cunt! The red haired bitch vibrated in its grip with her mouth open in soundless wail – and then the scream was no longer soundless, bouncing off the walls like a sonic attack. Mara Jade Skywalker hung above him, and her tits bulged and her pussy was crackling with pain, and she screamed and screamed and screamed!
In the blink of an eye, the power cut off and Mara slumped like a broken doll, hanging unconscious in her bonds.
Jacen stood there looking at her, realising his own breath was coming in short panting gasps. He swallowed, feeling his pulse hammering and forcing it to slow as he came back to himself.
In unconsciousness Mara’s face had relaxed, but had not lose all trace of the pain she had felt. Her body glowed under the lights, soft and toned and inviting. He had failed – so why did he feel so…satisfied?
Not far away, Lumiya stood watching a screen that showed a view of the interrogation chamber. It was a long time this time before Jacen turned and again left the room. |
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