clean_kitchen
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THE REH'TAEF
by clean_kitchen
15: True Colors
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One finger of a Reh'taef would tickle a lot. Five fingers would be unbearable. Ten fingers would be more ticklish than most people have ever experienced. Twenty fingers -- as Padmé, Kara and Tora previously found -- was absolute ticklish torture. Now Tora felt the full effect of forty Reh'taef fingers all over her nearly naked body. The effect was absolutely maddening.
She couldn't even tell where they were tickling her any more; their fingers flying all over her outstretched frame. It felt like they were tickling her everywhere at once. She writhed and twisted and laughed a high-pitched screaming laughter.
Just when she thought she would mercifully lose consciousness, they stopped. A view screen in on the wall flickered to life.
"Greetings, my dear," said the voice of Count Dooku as his face appeared on the screen.
Tora did not -- could not -- respond. Her chest heaved, her body dangled limply from its bonds. She did not even bother to look at the screen.
"We see now the true colors of the Jedi," continued Dooku in a mocking tone. "It seems your mentor and the very woman you came to save have abandoned you."
Tora wanted to cry, but lacked the strength. It seemed her master, Jedi Master Kara Luun, had made a deal with this monster, agreeing to leave Tora behind to suffer whatever ticklish fate Dooku had for her. She didn't know that Kara had made no such deal, and that her recent visitor was merely a holographic image created and controlled by Dooku himself. Kara was, in fact still being tickled just a few rooms away.
"I assure you, your Master did not make her decision lightly," prodded the dark lord, "We indeed tickled her very badly. I gave her the choice of your freedom or hers, and I guess she chose to end her own torment. She didn't even think about it very long..." Dooku trailed off, sensing a change in Tora.
For the first time, Tora felt the full weight of her Master's betrayal. She had trusted Kara with her very life. It was Kara's fault that she even came on this mission, that she let Sari tickle her in the dorm that night, that those pirates tickled her feet, that she was now in the hands of these monsters...
Tora felt a renewed energy creep into her exhausted body. Hatred for her former -- "yes," she thought, "former" -- master gave her a strength she hadn't experieced since her torture at the hands of Neebo and his crew. A strange strength that defied her tickle-exhausted state. It filled her head with memories of seeing Master Luun getting tickled by the pirates, and of how much she enjoyed watching it.
In a mental whilrwind, she suddenly wished for nothing else than to see Kara tickle tortured, helpless and laughing, begging for mercy -- mercy that would not come. The combination of her anger and infatuation with tickling left Tora in a Force-induced haze, not quite conscious, but still very much awake.
Dooku sensed Tora's condition and knew the time was right. He knew didn't know what would happen next, but he was morbidly interested in this young Jedi's physical and mental anguish.
"Tickle her with everything you've got!" he commanded the four Reh'taef standing at her side. "Show her no mercy!"
Tora screamed a silent laughing scream as the Reh'taef let loose on every inch of her exposed skin.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!..."
Tora was conscious of every stroke of every finger on her body. It tickled as bad as ever; however, instead of the madding response she expected, she craved every second of it.
"YEHEHEHESSS! AAAAAHHHHHHHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MORE! NOOOOOO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!..."
The Reh'taef doubled their efforts, beyond what they thought any human could withstand, but still she egged them on through her hysteria.
Suddenly, Tora let loose a deafening scream, and a blinding burst of light filled the room. A blast of Force energy sent the Reh'taef flying like so many leaves. The room fell silent.
Dooku, sensing the massive disturbance in the Force rushed down to the torture chamber. He saw the Reh'taef scattered unconscious on the floor, and Tora lying silently on the floor. The chains that once held her dangled from the ceiling, melted at the ends. There was no sign of the shakles that bound her wrists and ankles.
Dooku sensed a strange, dark energy in the room. Tora had tapped into some untold dark-side energy.
"Arise, my dear," he commanded the still form of the erstwhile padawan.
Moments passed, but slowly the female form began to stir. Small arcs of light red -- almost pink -- lightning crackled here and there across her body. She sat up and turned to face the dark lord. She opened her eyes, and they glowed with pink light.
In an instant, she flipped to her feet and hurled a stream of pink Force lightning at Count Dooku. He raised his lightsaber, which absorbed the blast harmlessly.
"My, my," said Dooku, "what eagerness!" He lowered his lighsaber. "May I suggest that you focus your energies on someone a bit more... deserving?"
Tora lowered her hands, listening.
"It seems," lied the count, "that I am as untrustworthy as your former master. I went back on our agreement and have both her and the senator in my dungeon. I was going to tend to them, but thought you might enjoy seeing Master Luun again." Dooku was interested to see what he had created and played to the revenge sure to be filling Tora's thoughts.
A thin, evil grin crept across Tora's face, small pink sparks jumping from her long fingernails.
"Yes," she agreed, "I do believe that a reunion is in order."
* * *
Kara Luun was led into a large room. In the middle of the room was Padmé Amidala, standing with her arms bound above her head by a chain to the ceiling. Her blouse had been removed, leaving her wearing only her pants, slippers and bra. Aniken was bound tightly to a chair in the corner, fully dressed.
Kara was also fully dressed, having been allowed to put her robe and boots back on. She wasn't sure why they had allowed that, and she was certain it wouldn't last.
The guards led Kara to a second set of chains hanging from the ceiling only a meter away from Padmé. She resisted looking at the senator, ashamed that she had come to rescue Padmé but was instead about to share her fate. The guards removed her robe down to the waist, allowing it to hang at the belt, leaving only her bra covering her now outstretched upper body. She didn't have to wonder why she was left standing like this, but she did wonder where poor Tora was. She hoped that Tora would join them, so that she would know her padawan was all right.
"I'm sorry, Padmé," she brought herself to whisper.
"Me, too," replied the senator. There was no use being angry at the Jedi. They had tried to save her -- more than she could say for Aniken -- and she knew Kara was experiencing the same treatment as herself.
"Good evening, ladies," said Count Dooku as he entered the room. He was escorted not by Reh'taef, but by a small figure in a dark cloak. Kara looked closer curious about the new visitor. This person had a familiar presnece, but somehow unfamiliar. Her jaw dropped when the stranger pulled the hood down off her head.
"Tora?!" Kara nearly shouted. She was relieved to see her student alive and well. The more she looked, however, the more she knew something was wrong. Kara felt a contempt flowing from Tora that she had never felt before. And were her eyes... glowing?
"It's good to see you alive," Kara said to her padawan.
Those words almost made Tora sick. How dare she act so friendly after what she did. She flexed her fingers in anticipation. Getting back at Kara was her primary goal, but the bound senator beside her was icing of the cake. Both were going to get it.
"That's what you think," she sneered.
Before Kara could inquire further, Tora raised her hands and fired a stream of pink Force lightning at Padmé. She screamed and writhed, but not in pain. She was laughing as the arcs coursed across her exposed torso.
"AHHHH! NO! AHHHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!..."
Kara couldn't believe it. Was Tora somehow tickling Padmé Amidala with the Force?
"Tora!" Kara yelled over the senator's screams of laughter, "What are you doing?"
"This," replied the once-padawan, eyes aglow with revenge. She pointed one of her hands at Kara, sending pink lightning at the Jedi's legs and feet.
Kara jumped off the floor and danced around as much as her bonds would allow. The lighting WAS tickling her; it was tickling her feet and legs through her robe and boots. It couldn't have tickled more if the Reh'taef were working over her bare feet and legs.
The room was filled with the laughter of the tickled Jedi and senator.
Tora lowered her arms and the lightning stopped. That had been incredible. She had been able to tickle both women from across the room, but she swore she could feel their skin on her fingers. She also found an unimaginable satisfaction watching her two "superiors" get tickled mercilessly. This was going to be fun.
She walked over to where her victims were standing, an evil grin firmly planted on her face.
"Now," she said, standing between the two women, "who's ticklsh?"
[to be continued ... next: "The Walls Fall Down"]
by clean_kitchen
15: True Colors
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One finger of a Reh'taef would tickle a lot. Five fingers would be unbearable. Ten fingers would be more ticklish than most people have ever experienced. Twenty fingers -- as Padmé, Kara and Tora previously found -- was absolute ticklish torture. Now Tora felt the full effect of forty Reh'taef fingers all over her nearly naked body. The effect was absolutely maddening.
She couldn't even tell where they were tickling her any more; their fingers flying all over her outstretched frame. It felt like they were tickling her everywhere at once. She writhed and twisted and laughed a high-pitched screaming laughter.
Just when she thought she would mercifully lose consciousness, they stopped. A view screen in on the wall flickered to life.
"Greetings, my dear," said the voice of Count Dooku as his face appeared on the screen.
Tora did not -- could not -- respond. Her chest heaved, her body dangled limply from its bonds. She did not even bother to look at the screen.
"We see now the true colors of the Jedi," continued Dooku in a mocking tone. "It seems your mentor and the very woman you came to save have abandoned you."
Tora wanted to cry, but lacked the strength. It seemed her master, Jedi Master Kara Luun, had made a deal with this monster, agreeing to leave Tora behind to suffer whatever ticklish fate Dooku had for her. She didn't know that Kara had made no such deal, and that her recent visitor was merely a holographic image created and controlled by Dooku himself. Kara was, in fact still being tickled just a few rooms away.
"I assure you, your Master did not make her decision lightly," prodded the dark lord, "We indeed tickled her very badly. I gave her the choice of your freedom or hers, and I guess she chose to end her own torment. She didn't even think about it very long..." Dooku trailed off, sensing a change in Tora.
For the first time, Tora felt the full weight of her Master's betrayal. She had trusted Kara with her very life. It was Kara's fault that she even came on this mission, that she let Sari tickle her in the dorm that night, that those pirates tickled her feet, that she was now in the hands of these monsters...
Tora felt a renewed energy creep into her exhausted body. Hatred for her former -- "yes," she thought, "former" -- master gave her a strength she hadn't experieced since her torture at the hands of Neebo and his crew. A strange strength that defied her tickle-exhausted state. It filled her head with memories of seeing Master Luun getting tickled by the pirates, and of how much she enjoyed watching it.
In a mental whilrwind, she suddenly wished for nothing else than to see Kara tickle tortured, helpless and laughing, begging for mercy -- mercy that would not come. The combination of her anger and infatuation with tickling left Tora in a Force-induced haze, not quite conscious, but still very much awake.
Dooku sensed Tora's condition and knew the time was right. He knew didn't know what would happen next, but he was morbidly interested in this young Jedi's physical and mental anguish.
"Tickle her with everything you've got!" he commanded the four Reh'taef standing at her side. "Show her no mercy!"
Tora screamed a silent laughing scream as the Reh'taef let loose on every inch of her exposed skin.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!..."
Tora was conscious of every stroke of every finger on her body. It tickled as bad as ever; however, instead of the madding response she expected, she craved every second of it.
"YEHEHEHESSS! AAAAAHHHHHHHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MORE! NOOOOOO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!..."
The Reh'taef doubled their efforts, beyond what they thought any human could withstand, but still she egged them on through her hysteria.
Suddenly, Tora let loose a deafening scream, and a blinding burst of light filled the room. A blast of Force energy sent the Reh'taef flying like so many leaves. The room fell silent.
Dooku, sensing the massive disturbance in the Force rushed down to the torture chamber. He saw the Reh'taef scattered unconscious on the floor, and Tora lying silently on the floor. The chains that once held her dangled from the ceiling, melted at the ends. There was no sign of the shakles that bound her wrists and ankles.
Dooku sensed a strange, dark energy in the room. Tora had tapped into some untold dark-side energy.
"Arise, my dear," he commanded the still form of the erstwhile padawan.
Moments passed, but slowly the female form began to stir. Small arcs of light red -- almost pink -- lightning crackled here and there across her body. She sat up and turned to face the dark lord. She opened her eyes, and they glowed with pink light.
In an instant, she flipped to her feet and hurled a stream of pink Force lightning at Count Dooku. He raised his lightsaber, which absorbed the blast harmlessly.
"My, my," said Dooku, "what eagerness!" He lowered his lighsaber. "May I suggest that you focus your energies on someone a bit more... deserving?"
Tora lowered her hands, listening.
"It seems," lied the count, "that I am as untrustworthy as your former master. I went back on our agreement and have both her and the senator in my dungeon. I was going to tend to them, but thought you might enjoy seeing Master Luun again." Dooku was interested to see what he had created and played to the revenge sure to be filling Tora's thoughts.
A thin, evil grin crept across Tora's face, small pink sparks jumping from her long fingernails.
"Yes," she agreed, "I do believe that a reunion is in order."
* * *
Kara Luun was led into a large room. In the middle of the room was Padmé Amidala, standing with her arms bound above her head by a chain to the ceiling. Her blouse had been removed, leaving her wearing only her pants, slippers and bra. Aniken was bound tightly to a chair in the corner, fully dressed.
Kara was also fully dressed, having been allowed to put her robe and boots back on. She wasn't sure why they had allowed that, and she was certain it wouldn't last.
The guards led Kara to a second set of chains hanging from the ceiling only a meter away from Padmé. She resisted looking at the senator, ashamed that she had come to rescue Padmé but was instead about to share her fate. The guards removed her robe down to the waist, allowing it to hang at the belt, leaving only her bra covering her now outstretched upper body. She didn't have to wonder why she was left standing like this, but she did wonder where poor Tora was. She hoped that Tora would join them, so that she would know her padawan was all right.
"I'm sorry, Padmé," she brought herself to whisper.
"Me, too," replied the senator. There was no use being angry at the Jedi. They had tried to save her -- more than she could say for Aniken -- and she knew Kara was experiencing the same treatment as herself.
"Good evening, ladies," said Count Dooku as he entered the room. He was escorted not by Reh'taef, but by a small figure in a dark cloak. Kara looked closer curious about the new visitor. This person had a familiar presnece, but somehow unfamiliar. Her jaw dropped when the stranger pulled the hood down off her head.
"Tora?!" Kara nearly shouted. She was relieved to see her student alive and well. The more she looked, however, the more she knew something was wrong. Kara felt a contempt flowing from Tora that she had never felt before. And were her eyes... glowing?
"It's good to see you alive," Kara said to her padawan.
Those words almost made Tora sick. How dare she act so friendly after what she did. She flexed her fingers in anticipation. Getting back at Kara was her primary goal, but the bound senator beside her was icing of the cake. Both were going to get it.
"That's what you think," she sneered.
Before Kara could inquire further, Tora raised her hands and fired a stream of pink Force lightning at Padmé. She screamed and writhed, but not in pain. She was laughing as the arcs coursed across her exposed torso.
"AHHHH! NO! AHHHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!..."
Kara couldn't believe it. Was Tora somehow tickling Padmé Amidala with the Force?
"Tora!" Kara yelled over the senator's screams of laughter, "What are you doing?"
"This," replied the once-padawan, eyes aglow with revenge. She pointed one of her hands at Kara, sending pink lightning at the Jedi's legs and feet.
Kara jumped off the floor and danced around as much as her bonds would allow. The lighting WAS tickling her; it was tickling her feet and legs through her robe and boots. It couldn't have tickled more if the Reh'taef were working over her bare feet and legs.
The room was filled with the laughter of the tickled Jedi and senator.
Tora lowered her arms and the lightning stopped. That had been incredible. She had been able to tickle both women from across the room, but she swore she could feel their skin on her fingers. She also found an unimaginable satisfaction watching her two "superiors" get tickled mercilessly. This was going to be fun.
She walked over to where her victims were standing, an evil grin firmly planted on her face.
"Now," she said, standing between the two women, "who's ticklsh?"
[to be continued ... next: "The Walls Fall Down"]
