Disclaimer: I do not own the characters created by George Lucas nor the Star
Wars concept; Lucasfilm does. I am very respectfully borrowing them because
I love the Star Wars universe and the men who inhabit it. :-)
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You tremble as the Jedi Knight lowers you slowly to the bed. You are
shocked, but pleasantly surprised. You had thought he would be angry but,
instead, he has shown you compassion and sympathy. You feel ashamed because
you do not deserve it. Not after what you did to him. You hired a bounty
hunter to capture him. Had him brought to your homeworld against his will,
had him chained to a bed and then you made love to him, raped him
practically.

Why did you do this? Because you are a young wife married to an old husband.
Because the Jedi was the most handsome, most desirable man you had ever
seen. But, now that he is free, you still can't believe that he is not angry
with you. Instead, he is now going to make love to you. Surely the universe
is a wondrous place, you think, as he covers your mouth with his.

His name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. General Obi-Wan Kenobi. One of the fabled Jedi
Knights. Who you are does not matter. While you are in this dark, hot room,
lying beneath him on this bed, you have no identity. You are just a woman, a
woman who has longed to be made love to, passionately and single-mindedly.

He kisses and caresses you softly, murmurs indistinct words of passion in
your ear. When you had him shackled to the bed, he resisted you at first
but, then he responded and the two of you fucked as if there were no
tomorrow. You still can not believe he isn't angry with you, but the way he
touches you speaks only of tenderness and affection, as if he has known you
all your life.

His body presses you down on the bed, warm and heavy and hard. You can feel
his cock sliding along your thighs, equally warm and heavy and hard. He
moves his hands along your arms, pushing them above your head. His strong
legs forces your thighs apart, his mouth pressed onto yours, his lips
searing. Then you feel and hear the cool kiss and click of the iron
restraints fastening around your wrists.

You gasp and try to break your kiss. He pulls away and, faster than you
thought anyone could move, reaches down and locks the restraints around your
ankles. You widen your eyes and stare up at him in shock. You are now bound
to the bed, the way he was earlier. He leans back and looks down at you, as
if surveying his handiwork.

"What...what are you doing?" you cry out.

"Turnabout is fair play, my lady," he says.

You struggle against the restraints but, if someone as powerful as he was
unable to escape, there is no hope for you. Still you struggle and as you do
your bare breasts jiggle. You see him looking at them and there is a hunger
in his eyes. His gaze travels all over you, feasting on your body as if it
were a banquet laid out for him.

"You're not going to leave me like this, are you?" you ask, trying to
control the trembling of your voice, imagining your husband coming home and
finding you this way.

Obi-Wan tilts his head, crossing his arms over his chest. "And just what do
you think is an appropriate punishment for what you have done, my lady?
Kidnapping a representative of the Republic is a felony. Punishable by years
of imprisonment on a Republic penal planet."

"A Republic penal planet?" you gasp.

You shiver. You have heard of these penal planets. Your husband complains
about them all the time. He grumbles that they are badly run and,
personally, he doesn't see why the taxes he pays to the Republic should go
towards their upkeep. All prisoners of the Republic should be given to
wealthy landowners like himself as laborers.

Obi-Wan nods. "Yes, my lady, a penal planet. I'm well within my right to
have charges brought against you."

You swallow, but your throat is so tight it hurts when you do so. If he does
as he threatens, the scandal would be terrible. Your husband will be
disgraced and he will probably divorce you. However, at that thought you
smile. Because then you would be free of him. Finally.

"What are you smiling about?" Obi-Wan asks. "I see nothing funny in the
situation."

"That's because you are looking at it from your perspective, not mine," you
say mysteriously, still smiling.

He stares at you and shakes his head. Then he returns your smile and his
eyes light up when he does so.

"You have a lovely smile, my lady. You should do it more often."

"I will," you answer. "When I have cause to."

He leans over and touches your face, the tip of his finger moving slowly
across your mouth.

"Perhaps," he says, "I will give you cause to before this night is over."

You nip softly at his finger as it moves between your lips.

"I thought you were going to have charges brought against me," you murmur.

"Later," he whispers as he lowers his head and kisses you again.

After a hot, wet, long, delicious kiss, he pulls back. He runs his fingers
lightly over your body. Tiny goose bumps bubble over your skin. Your nipples
pucker up. He looks at them, moves his hands up, circles his fingers just
around the aureoles, carefully avoiding touching your nipples. This causes
them to harden even more.

"Oh, please, please, touch them," you moan. "Lick them, suck them."

He looks up at you and smiles. "I admire a woman who knows exactly what she
wants and isn't afraid to ask for it. Your wish is my command, my lady."

He lowers his mouth to one of your breasts. He licks the taut nub, his
tongue sliding slowly over it. You close your eyes and pull against the
restraints about your wrists and ankles. He sucks the nipple deep and hard
into his mouth. You cry out and arch your back. He licks it again and again,
without breaking the suction. Your breast is throbbing, pulsing, aching. You
can feel the sensation clear down to your womb. Stabbing little darts of
pleasure. He slips his hand down your stomach as he continues to suckle on
your breast, gliding it over your hips.

"Oh, oh, oh," is all you can manage to say.

He raises his head from your breast and looks down at you. His fingers stray
lightly around your navel. His eyes are burning, sultry, the color of the
sky on a hot summer evening.

"Why have you stopped?" you ask, your breath tight in your throat. "Is this
to be my punishment? To torture me like this?"

"Torture." He repeats the word as if it is a new garment he is trying on. He
leans downs, his lips inches from yours, his breath moving warm and soft
over your face.

"If by torture you mean that I will not stop until this bed is soaked with
our sweat," he whispers, "and you, my lady, will be able to do nothing than
to lie there and moan then, yes, torture you I will."

Your body shudders at his words. He smiles and kisses you softly on the
mouth, the tip of his tongue sliding across your trembling lips. He pulls
away and moves down your stomach, his hands slipping along your breasts,
your sides and onto your hips. Your legs shake in their restraints. He
caresses your thighs, then moves his hands over your mound. He touches you,
gently at first, then more insistently, his fingers playing along your wet,
sensitive lower lips.

"Oh, what are you doing?" you whisper.

Your husband has never touched you there. But you have, on those nights when
he had left you unsatisfied, bringing yourself to your lonely, joyless
orgasms.

Obi-Wan does not answer at first. He continues to touch you, stroke you,
tease you, his fingers moving along every fold and crease that is your most
intimate self.

"Do you really want to know what I'm going to do, my lady?" he finally asks.

"Yes, yes, I do," you cry out, your body enflamed from his touch.

"Very well. I'm going to lick and suck and taste you. Here." And he draws
his fingers slowly down the length of your sex. "And I will not stop until I
have tasted every bit of you. Until I have drank in the very essence of
you."

You moan deep in your throat. Your heart is racing and the blood is
throbbing through your veins. You feel him move his head between your legs,
his breath warm and moist, his hair tickling you, his beard scraping softly
along the sensitive inner skin of your thighs. He slowly runs his tongue up
and down your sex, lapping lightly at the moistness seeping out of you. You
are trembling madly now. No one has ever done this to you before. It is
beyond belief. His tongue feels alive and it explores every bit of you. Then
you hear his voice.

"Hmmmm, you taste so good, my lady. So sweet. Like Alderaanian honey."

Your throat is like a vise now. You can hardly breathe Your heart is kicking
madly in your chest. You twist and turn in your restraints. You want to get
away from his mouth; not because it hurts, but because it hurts so good. But
you cannot. You are totally at his mercy. He slides his taut, muscular arms
under your legs and lifts your pelvis up so that he can have better access
to you. His tongue dives deeper, pushing aside the sensitive lips of your
sex, burrowing deep into the crevice of your womanhood. You arch your back
sharply as his tongue mimics the action of a cock, darting, dipping,
thrusting. Your hips thrum against the bed. He holds you down, pushing his
face deeper into you.

"Oh, gods, please, please," you moan, but you do not know what you are
begging for. For him to stop; for him not to stop. You do not know. It is
all a blur for you are burning, burning, burning, your body an inferno.

You feel him move his mouth upward and you nearly leap off the bed, but you
are unable to move. His mouth has found your pearl, the little gem that you
thought only you knew of. You doubt that your husband even knows that women
have such a jewel of infinite delight and pleasure. But Obi-Wan knows. He
moves his mouth onto it, his tongue laving it gently. You feel it swelling,
hardening as he licks and licks it.

You are bucking against the bed, the restraints hard around your wrists and
ankles. You do not think you can stand anymore. Your body is out of control,
shuddering wildly, as if you are in the throes of a fever. You beg him to
stop, plead with him, tears welling in your eyes, but not because you are in
pain.

No, no, it's pleasure you feel, pure, unadulterated pleasure, swelling in
your womb like a thunderhead. You are going to come. You can feel it, but
it's going to be unlike any climax you've ever had. You're afraid, for as it
builds and builds, you sense that it will consume you, like an orgasmic
inferno, and that once it passes all that will remain of you will be ashes.

"Please, please," you cry weakly, your arms pulling against the irons.

But he does not heed you. His tongue continues to swirl around and around
your clitoris. Then you feel his hands. They are moving up your body. They
clasp your breasts and squeeze them, his fingers pinching and rubbing your
nipples which are now as hard as pebbles. A strangled cry bursts from your
throat. He moves his tongue away from your clitoris, but now he lathers your
moist sex with his tongue. You are trembling uncontrollably now, on the
veritable edge of the abyss.

"Oh, gods, oh, gods," you cry out as you feel him move his mouth back up to
your clitoris.

He flicks the tip of his tongue over it. That is your undoing. Your back
arches sharply, your head twists on the pillows, your eyes roll up into your
head. You climax, hard and deep, your body thrashing against the bed. You
scream out words that have no meaning, but are only an animal-like
expression of your ecstasy. He is holding you tight, tight, his mouth still
clasped onto your throbbing sex, his tongue soothing the fire that is your
orgasm. Then, finally, he releases you.

You shiver and tremble in your restraints, tears streaming from your eyes,
but they are tears of pleasure and gratitude. He moves up your body and
looks down at you, his blue-gray eyes smoldering. You do not know what to
say. Words somehow seem not only inappropriate but inadequate. But he can
see in your eyes how you feel.

"You're welcome," he says and kisses your forehead.

You are exhausted, your body pushed far beyond what you had thought was
possible. This was more than you had hoped for when you first imagined
having him captured and brought to you.

"Are you...going to release me, now," you gasp as you struggle to catch your
breath.

He looks at you for a long moment. Reaching over, he brushes away strands of
your hair that have fallen across your flushed face. His fingers linger on
your cheek.

"No, I think not," he says.

"No? But, you can't leave me like this?" you cry.

"Who said I was going to leave."

He moves over you and slides his cock deep into you. You moan and tremble in
your bonds. He stares down into your face, his eyes locked on yours. Then he
groans as he moves deeper into you. He lowers his head on your shoulder, his
mouth moving along your skin.

"Ummm, this feels good," he murmurs as he twists his hips, rotating his cock
inside you. "Knowing you are completely at my mercy. That I can do with you
as I please."

"You...you won't hurt me, will you?" you ask in a small voice.

He nips you softly on the neck. You squeak.

"Not unless you want me to," he replies passionately.

He hooks his arms under your shoulders and begins to thrust inside you. At
first he moves slowly, and you moan with each measured stroke. Then he moves
faster and your breath quickens in response. You are still sensitive from
that last colossal orgasm, so his fucking is stimulating you even more. And
the fact that you can not move, that, as he noted, you are completely at his
mercy, ignites your passions even more.

"Oh, yes," you cry. "Don't stop, don't stop."

He moves faster at your words, the muscles in his neck like cords. The wet
slap of his body against yours fills the room. Then you feel him jerk and
cry out. His body slams hard against yours and you feel a hot wetness
pooling deep inside you. His cock pulses in your sex and he buries his face
in your neck, groaning and moaning.

"Ummmmm, feels good, feels so good," he murmurs against your throat.

He grinds his pelvis against yours and you cry out because, unexpectedly,
you are climaxing again. You buck up hard, your hips beating against his.
The two of you writhe against each other, crying out softly until, with a
last, deep shudder you both cease your frenzied movements, and all you can
hear are his and yours heavy breathing, and all you can feel is the sweat
from his body as it mingles with yours, the heat of his skin as it slides
against your skin, and the frantic beat of his heart as it throbs a
counter-rhythm with yours.

Then, after a long moment, he lifts himself off your body. He looks down at
you and smiles. Then he removes the restraints from your hands and feet. You
sit up and stare at him for a moment as you gently rub your wrists, his
blue-gray eyes boring into yours. Then, without a word, the two of you move
towards each other, bodies pressed tightly together, and you tumble back
onto the bed, legs and arms feverishly entwined, and you make love, again
and again and again.

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Epilogue

You stand before the magistrate of the high court of your homeworld. Your
eyes are downcast for you must appear contrite. The judge reads the charges
against you. Kidnapping and unlawful confinement of a representative of the
Republic. He orders you to turn and face your accuser. You do so.

Obi-Wan stands to the side of the room, his arms folded within his Jedi
robe. He fixes you with a hard stare. The judge orders you to admit your
guilt to him. You do so. The judge tells you to turn back. As you turn, out
of the corner of your eye, you see your husband. He is glaring at you, his
wrinkled lips twisted with disgust. You do not know why he has come. He
filed for divorce days ago. Perhaps he just wants to gloat.

The judge pronounces sentence. He says that due to mitigating circumstances,
and the fact that it is your first offense, you will not receive the maximum
sentence of years of imprisonment on a penal planet. Instead, you are to be
confined to a low-level penal facility on Coruscant for no more than
twelve-months and no less than six. You are to be released into the custody
of the Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi who will escort you to Coruscant. The
judge slams his gavel on the bench and dismisses the court.

You turn around, your hands jingling from the wrist-cuffs about them. Your
husband gives you one last angry look, then leaves the courtroom. You will
never see him again. You are turned over to Obi-Wan. He takes you by the arm
and leads out of the courtroom. You can hear the spectators whispering and
pointing as you walk by. You keep your head down. You must look remorseful.
Once you are outside the courthouse, Obi-Wan escorts you to the transport
that will take you both to Coruscant where you will serve your sentence.

The transport is a large commercial starliner. The passengers whisper as you
walk past, your hands in chains, your head down. Obi-Wan takes you to the
rooms that have been assigned for both of you. The doors slide shut leaving
you alone with him. He takes off his robe and throws it on a nearby chair.
He then turns and looks at you, his arms crossed over his chest. You raise
your hands and show him the wrist-cuffs.

"Are you going to take these off?" you ask.

He stares at you for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he shakes his
head and smiles.

"No, I don't think so, my lady. You are, after all, my prisoner. It's going
to take us three days to reach Coruscant. Do you think you will be able to
hold out that long?"

"We'll just have to see, won't we?" you answer, smiling.

Your body warms as he walks towards you. He takes you in his arms and kisses
you, his hands sliding heatedly over your body. You kiss him back, with both
passion and gratitude because, although you are now his prisoner and will
have to serve time for what you did in having him kidnapped, ironically, he
has also freed you by having brought those charges against you. Freed you
from a life of loneliness and misery.

As he picks you up and carries you to the bedroom, you again muse over how
truly wondrous the universe is.

The End

Arywn Whitesun
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