Part I

It has been three months since I got my revenge against Maul. Sweet it was
for the next few days after one of the other clones finally released him. He
remained silent and distant - dark flames of rage emanating from him. And
when his eyes fell upon me, his eyes turned dark, glaring hard as a scowl
contorted his face. I would just grin and blow him a sweet kiss.

Serves him right, really. If he had not done what he did to me, I would
not have taken my vengeance out on him in return.

He would meditate hours on end in the darkness of night – even if it
rained. And even when one of my other clones came to summon him inside, he
remained silent and as still as death, meditating.

I get a sense that he is brooding, bidding his time till he gets back at
me, and it starts all over again - he gets back at me, I get back at him…so
on and so forth. Well brooding does not do him any good – it just makes him
all the angrier.

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It is night and the summer is here, making everything uncomfortably hot
and tempers rises a few notches – not to mention harder.

I sit alone on my bed waiting for dinner to finish being made – a late
night dinner we will be having outside behind my home since it has cooled
down considerably after the sun has gone down behind the mountains to the
west. Maul the cook (who finally decided to come home with the other two
after being gone for over a month after being sent to assist Kim with a
problem) and two of my other clones, are making something that smells
marvelous as the scent wafts into my room through the open door. My mouth
begins to drool with anticipation.

Reading one of my SW Insider mags, I hear something…something very faint
but I hear it – like a footstep. I raise my eyes from my magazine and look
over toward my bedroom door. I find nothing there and slowly, I return my
eyes back to what I had been reading.

But I hear it again – closer this time. Again I raise my eyes too see what
it might be and instantly I gasp with fright as I find Maul standing no more
than five feet from my bed and I sitting upon it.

As I am about to ask him what he is about, in a blur of movement, I
suddenly find him hovering over me, his left hand over my mouth as his right
points to the door, closing the door, then lock with the use of the Force.

As I look up into his eyes, his face no more than mere inches from mine, I
see his eyes are like dark wildfire – blazing hard with lust and need, and
fueled with the Darkside and his want for revenge. And that is why he is
here…to take revenge for what I had done to him.

I fight him best I can, grasping at his hand covering my mouth, clawing at
his gloved hand and covered arm, writhing beneath him to break free. Yet
attempting to hurt his hand and arm is useless, thus I attempt to claw at
his face. But as I raise my hands to attack at his face, his free hand
quickly takes hold of both my wrists and pins my hands just behind my hand.

He grins viciously, enjoying himself already in my torments. Bastard, I
think as I try to bite at his hand over my mouth, bucking and trying to kick
him off me as he straddles my lap.

"Let me go you bastard!" I scream at him through the Force, attempting to
summon a wave of Force lighting through my body to zap him but suddenly I
cry out in pain as he zaps me first, sending my senses reeling – just enough
to get me under his control.

I then lie motionless under him, unable to move for my muscles don't seem
to want to cooperate at the moment as my eyes fill with rage and pain, my
chest heaving as I try to breathe.

"Now, my Little One, if I remove my hand, will you scream or will I have
to place you in a Force trance to get you to comply?" Maul grins deviously,
his eye shinning with pleasure. "Nod if you agree."

I remain motionless, wishing to wipe that smug look right off his red and
black face. I hesitate, wanting to anger him with my noncompliance.

"I know you can move your head, nod if you agree" Maul exclaims with held
back rage for my non-action.

"Do what you want – you will not get an answer out of me and you know it!"
I return through our mental connection. "Nor any pleasure!" I add quickly as
I find him growing angrier at my stubbornness.

And with that, he removes his hand from over my mouth and releases my
hands and keeping me held down with the Force, he grasps hold of the collar
of my
T-shirt and instantly rips it all the way down the front, exposing my naked
chest.

Holding my ruined shirt wide open, he looks me over slowly, then, he
lowers his head to me. And instantly I gasp aloud for breath as his teeth
grip hold of my right nipple, holding the hardening delicate and sensitive
nub of flesh between his teeth, pulling back slowly as he flicks the tip of
his tongue over it in his mouth.

I grit my teeth at the pain, but find a measure of pleasure to it as I
fight to remain as silent as I can for he enjoys hearing my cries, moans and
sighs and his name screamed as I release about him.

But I will not give him that pleasure – I am very good at being silent,
not even my breathing heard. All he will hear is the sounds he makes and the
movements of the bed beneath us.

He suddenly releases my painfully hard nipple, then lowers his lips to
encircle it, suckling hard upon my breast as he dances his tongue about my
nipple, flicking and rubbing to make it even harder.

I fight the sensations gathering inside me, burning me slowly, as they
grow higher with what he is doing to me. Damn it! I think, feeling the
tightness already beginning to grow deep inside me, And damn him for what he
is doing to me – again!

Then he suddenly releases my breast with a soft pop-like sound, leaving it
red and slick with his saliva. And takes my other nipple into his mouth to
work his exquisite magic on it. He suckles hard and deep as if hungry to
drink what is not there, moving his tongue about in his mouth against my
sensitive nipple, making it hard and sore.

He raises his head from my breast, leaving it just as he had the other,
and he looks into my eyes, and a grin crosses his face as if he sees
something.

"Ah, so my Little One likes it!" He laughs evilly.

"Go fuck yourself Maul!" I return mentally, slapping him upside the head
with a whisp of the Force, making him growl aloud in sudden rage…just as I
was hoping would happen. Hey! If I can't hit him with my hand, why not the
Force? I think to myself, feeling an evil grin slipping across my face as I
glare up at him before me.

But what I find upon his face is a grin so mischievous, that I know it did
not work as I had hoped it would.

"Oh, I will be having you instead!"

~Contintued in Part II~