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10: BACK TO SQUARE ONE
Neither Kara Luun nor her padawan Tora Lundo knew how long the pirates had been tickling their feet, but it seemed like days. It had in fact been about two hours. Neebo and his henchman had tickled them first, but soon the entire crew had their turns.
Both women were coarse and their stomachs ached from the non-stop laughter. Kara was in tears from the incessant tickling. She just couldn't take it. Tora, on the other hand, while weakened from the torture, continued to taunt her insulters.
The pirates tickled the women ably, but lacked the skill of the Reh'taef. As the torture approached hour three, both women finally succumbed to unconsciousness.
* * *
Light years away, Padmé Amidala had also lost consciousness. Nute Gunray shared the pirate's zeal and lack of skill. Weakened from her previous tickling, Padmé had lasted only a little over than an hour.
The senator awoke on the bed in her cell, curled in a corner. She realized that she had been bathed, most likely by one of the service droids. A plate of food sat on the floor next to the door. They were keeping her strong so that they could tickle her more. She considered not eating, but knew they would probably just tickle her to make her eat.
At least she hadn't begged that scumbag Gunray last night. She didn't remember much besides the tickling, but she knew she hadn't broken, choosing unconsciousness to defeat.
It was a small battle, but she knew it was not as heroic as all that. When Dooku removed her shoes, she knew her feet would be tickled, whether Gunray did it or not, and whether she gave in or not. She just decided to make the best of a bad situation.
Her toes curled as she remembered what the Neimodian had done to her. He claimed he didn't know how to tickle her feet, but he could have fooled her. It didn't help that her feet were so ticklish, but he really let her have it.
Was it a victory? Partly. She didn't beg, or agree to "sign the treaty" as he kept insisting. But he did get to tickle her. He probably didn't care whether she broke or not.
But she did, and that was enough for now. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. They would be back for her soon.
* * *
Kara and Tora awoke on the beds in their sleeping quarters on their ship. Their bonds were gone, though they were still barefoot, and overturned shelved were the only sign of the Neebo and his pirates.
Kara sat up. "Who are you?" she asked. Her Force powers had returned and she sensed the presence standing outside the bedroom door.
A gruff-looking man stepped into the room from the hallway. "The name's Yuri. How are you guys feeling?"
Kara looked over to Tora and then back to Yuri. "We're fine. What happened to the pirates?"
Yuri recounted the tale of how he and his crew were on their way to the Outer Rim when they came across this illegal outpost. The pirates had attempted to stop their ship, as well, but they were able to fight them off.
"So many of the pirates were in your ship," he continued, "that they didn't have enough men left to fight. We boarded your ship and took the rest of them completely by surprise. Most of them escaped. When we searched the ship, we found the two of you, bound unconscious. We figured they must have been torturing you for information."
"Yes, they were," admitted the Jedi, not sure what he knew of their ordeal. She was more than a little relieved that the pirates had not managed to take her and Tora with them as they fled. A shiver ran down her spine as she thought about it.
* * *
The Jedi's ship left the outpost, having thanked and said their farewells to Yuri. They headed once again in the direction of the senator's secret implanted tracking device.
"I am impressed by your courage under the torture," Kara said to Tora, once they were well under way and the autopilot was engaged.
"Thank you, Master," replied the padawan, "My little experiment with Sari hadn't prepared me for that." Tora curled her toes at the memory.
"You didn't have to taunt, them, though," continued Master Luun. "I think that made it worse for both of us."
"I'm sorry, Master, I'll remember that next time."
Next time. Both of them remembered their mission and knew there probably would be a next time.
Kara was more puzzled by her padawan's reaction to such intense tickle torture. She tried to read Tora's emotions through the Force, but was unable. That was strange, but Kara dismissed it. Her perception must be clouded by her own strong feelings about the tickling. She also knew her padawan had much to learn. Even the horrible tickling they just endured did not compare with an encounter with the Reh'taef. Kara decided to let Tora remain confident.
Beside her in the cockpit, Tora sat with closed eyes and a slight grin on her face. Her mind replayed visions of her master getting tickled. Tora wondered what it would be like to see her master get it, and now she knew.
She liked it.
[to be continued ... next: "The Calvary Arrives"]
Neither Kara Luun nor her padawan Tora Lundo knew how long the pirates had been tickling their feet, but it seemed like days. It had in fact been about two hours. Neebo and his henchman had tickled them first, but soon the entire crew had their turns.
Both women were coarse and their stomachs ached from the non-stop laughter. Kara was in tears from the incessant tickling. She just couldn't take it. Tora, on the other hand, while weakened from the torture, continued to taunt her insulters.
The pirates tickled the women ably, but lacked the skill of the Reh'taef. As the torture approached hour three, both women finally succumbed to unconsciousness.
* * *
Light years away, Padmé Amidala had also lost consciousness. Nute Gunray shared the pirate's zeal and lack of skill. Weakened from her previous tickling, Padmé had lasted only a little over than an hour.
The senator awoke on the bed in her cell, curled in a corner. She realized that she had been bathed, most likely by one of the service droids. A plate of food sat on the floor next to the door. They were keeping her strong so that they could tickle her more. She considered not eating, but knew they would probably just tickle her to make her eat.
At least she hadn't begged that scumbag Gunray last night. She didn't remember much besides the tickling, but she knew she hadn't broken, choosing unconsciousness to defeat.
It was a small battle, but she knew it was not as heroic as all that. When Dooku removed her shoes, she knew her feet would be tickled, whether Gunray did it or not, and whether she gave in or not. She just decided to make the best of a bad situation.
Her toes curled as she remembered what the Neimodian had done to her. He claimed he didn't know how to tickle her feet, but he could have fooled her. It didn't help that her feet were so ticklish, but he really let her have it.
Was it a victory? Partly. She didn't beg, or agree to "sign the treaty" as he kept insisting. But he did get to tickle her. He probably didn't care whether she broke or not.
But she did, and that was enough for now. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. They would be back for her soon.
* * *
Kara and Tora awoke on the beds in their sleeping quarters on their ship. Their bonds were gone, though they were still barefoot, and overturned shelved were the only sign of the Neebo and his pirates.
Kara sat up. "Who are you?" she asked. Her Force powers had returned and she sensed the presence standing outside the bedroom door.
A gruff-looking man stepped into the room from the hallway. "The name's Yuri. How are you guys feeling?"
Kara looked over to Tora and then back to Yuri. "We're fine. What happened to the pirates?"
Yuri recounted the tale of how he and his crew were on their way to the Outer Rim when they came across this illegal outpost. The pirates had attempted to stop their ship, as well, but they were able to fight them off.
"So many of the pirates were in your ship," he continued, "that they didn't have enough men left to fight. We boarded your ship and took the rest of them completely by surprise. Most of them escaped. When we searched the ship, we found the two of you, bound unconscious. We figured they must have been torturing you for information."
"Yes, they were," admitted the Jedi, not sure what he knew of their ordeal. She was more than a little relieved that the pirates had not managed to take her and Tora with them as they fled. A shiver ran down her spine as she thought about it.
* * *
The Jedi's ship left the outpost, having thanked and said their farewells to Yuri. They headed once again in the direction of the senator's secret implanted tracking device.
"I am impressed by your courage under the torture," Kara said to Tora, once they were well under way and the autopilot was engaged.
"Thank you, Master," replied the padawan, "My little experiment with Sari hadn't prepared me for that." Tora curled her toes at the memory.
"You didn't have to taunt, them, though," continued Master Luun. "I think that made it worse for both of us."
"I'm sorry, Master, I'll remember that next time."
Next time. Both of them remembered their mission and knew there probably would be a next time.
Kara was more puzzled by her padawan's reaction to such intense tickle torture. She tried to read Tora's emotions through the Force, but was unable. That was strange, but Kara dismissed it. Her perception must be clouded by her own strong feelings about the tickling. She also knew her padawan had much to learn. Even the horrible tickling they just endured did not compare with an encounter with the Reh'taef. Kara decided to let Tora remain confident.
Beside her in the cockpit, Tora sat with closed eyes and a slight grin on her face. Her mind replayed visions of her master getting tickled. Tora wondered what it would be like to see her master get it, and now she knew.
She liked it.
[to be continued ... next: "The Calvary Arrives"]
