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Tarrin entered the building through the hole she’d cut with her lightsaber. She’d scouted the place for some time, and knew exactly where to enter. This is where she would find him. The one responsible for the death of her Master, Ji-Hun. True, it was Darth Vader and the Emperor himself who were directly slaughtering most of the Jedi these days, but it was Prince Xizor, head of the Black Sun crime syndicate who’d led Vader to Ji-Hun. It wasn’t revenge on her mind, that was of the Dark Side, but a necessary evil. Ji-Hun had known the location of an ancient Sith Holocron, a device for the storing of lost Jedi and Sith knowledge, and she needed to make sure that Xizor did not have that information. Surely it would be passed to Emperor Palpatine, and things would be even worse than they were if he got hold of the long-forgotten secrets of the Ancient Sith.
She entered a passageway that she knew led to a turbo lift that would take her behind the maintenance area. She stretched out with the Force and felt the presence of several beings behind the door at the end of the passageway. She was a young Jedi, not yet a Knight, but she knew that she’d have to make this quick, lest she alert the whole complex to her presence.
Tarrin pulled her lightsaber off its belt clip and thumbed the activation button. With a snap-hiss the blue-white blade sprang into existence. She approached the door, and giving herself fully to the Force, pressed the opening latch.
Her senses were correct. There were four of Xizor’s well-armed men in the small room before the lift. One turned and fired his blaster, and with a blurred motion, Tarrin deflected the bolt, sending it in the direction of another of her attackers, who went down in a heap. She sensed one coming up behind her and executed a quick backflip, landing behind him and bringing him down with her shimmering energy blade. Two left…one in front and one to the side. The one off to her left side flew through the air as she pushed him with the Force energy seething through her extended hand, crashing into a shelving unit and landing in a broken pile. The remaining thug, desperate and alone, threw his heavy blaster rifle at her. It hit the floor in two pieces, cut in half by Tarrin’s lightsaber. Hurling himself backwards, he landed in the open turbo lift and closed the door.
No!, thought Tarrin. I’ve got to track him. I don’t need the whole place on alert. The turbo lift returned and she climbed in. As it approached the next level, she felt a rather odd sensation.
Nothing.
And that was odd. She should feel at least some presence on the other side of the turbo lift door. A more experienced Jedi would have guessed what the situation was, but Tarrin, in her rush to catch her escaping attacker, did not. She realized her folly when she opened the hissing door.
She saw a room circled with cages. Inside the cages were creatures about a meter in length, multi-eyed and looking like some sort of white-furred salamander.
Ysalamiri! Her mind raced. The Ysalamiri, native to Myrkr, had a unique ability among the galaxy’s animal species. While not able to directly control the Force, they had adapted the ability to absorb it. And with the forty or so encircling the room, the Force was completely absent. To Tarrin, it was like suddenly becoming blind.
And she was not alone, either. There were several more of Xizor’s men in front of her, all prepared for the trap to be sprung, all carrying stun blasters. The first one fired. Through her intense training, she managed to block the stun rings with her lightsaber, but without the Force, she had no chance against the one that followed, or the one after that. Her last thought before she crumpled to the ground was wondering how in the galaxy Xizor knew she was coming….
The third most powerful being in the galaxy sat behind his desk, speaking to the man across the room over the tops of his steepled hands. Prince Xizor knew he had to play this very carefully. He had not reached the heights of power with Black Sun by being a fool. His Falleen heritage helped, as the human-looking reptilian species were known for their emotional detachment in tense situations. He was a striking figure, green skinned but otherwise quite attractive to most humanoid females, which also came in handy in his rise to power. Aside from his appearance, the natural pheromones the Falleen males gave off were irresistible to those same females. Many dignitaries had fallen prey to his charms. But the man across from him was neither female nor particularly malleable to his charming manner. He was one of the two men in the galaxy who were above him in the hierarchy of power.
Lord Darth Vader.
This Sith Lord was standing, of course, refusing the offered seat. There was no love lost between the two, both of them vying for position at the right hand of the Emperor. Vader was his pupil, of course, but Xizor’s network of information rivaled even that of Palpatine’s, so he found himself in the enviable position of being highly regarded. Neither man could openly destroy the other without incurring Palpatine’s wrath, so their relationship was a touchy one.
“It would seem, Lord Vader,” the Faleen Prince began, “That I have something…most desired by your master. Two things, truth be told. One of which I think he will find most interesting.”
“Your point, Xizor?” The fact that Vader had failed to address him by his proper title was not lost on the Prince, who shrugged it off in effable manner, but knew that he’d better not push too hard.
“I have in my possesion a young Jedi. Now, I know that Emperor Palpatine and yourself have been scouring the galaxy eliminating their order, so I am prepared to offer her to you …as a token of good faith. She also has, locked away in her brain, the location of one of the last known Sith Holocrons, a prize which would most certainly put me in the good graces of His Majesty…and well out of your reach.”
“Suppose,” said Vader, his mechanical breathing sinister and evil, “I just take her? Tell me her location, and I may yet let you live…”
“Lord Vader, I’m shocked!” Xizor feigned, “After all of our…dealings, do you think that I would summon you here to simply hand her over? She is safe. She is being held in a chamber completely surrounded by Ysalamiri, helpless and tame.”
“What do you propose, Xizor? And get to the point…My patience is wearing thin…”
“You could just stroll in and take her I suppose, but I have also placed twenty of my best marksmen in with her. Without the Force, Lord Vader, even your formidable power would not be enough to overtake them. And without my help, there is no way you can get into her mind in that room to discover the Holocron’s location. No Force, no Mind Tricks…correct?”
Under his mask, Vader was fuming. Xizor was right. He would have to play his game, but what a price would be paid later, when he finally found a way to expose Xizor to the Emperor for what he was…a manipulator out for his own survival. And when Palpatine gave him leave to destroy Xizor…
“What is it that you wish?” Vader bored his black covered eyes into the Faleen’s skull.
“Simple, Lord Vader. I will extract the information from our young guest, and I will allow you to take her and the credit for the location of the Holocron to the Emperor. I have no quarrel with the Jedi personally, but I doubt you would remain in your master’s graces if he were to find out that you let one, a female apprentice no less, escape your grasp. In return, your fleet of Star Destroyers will leave the Rodian and Druckenwell systems, allowing me to continue my business without further…harassment.”
The room went silent. If Vader could get away with it, he would have crushed the Falleen’s throat from where he stood. But he was caught. He knew he couldn’t invade the girl’s mind in a room full of Ysalamri, so he needed Xizor.
For now.
“Agreed. But I warn you Xizor. If I do not have the Jedi and the location of the Holocron by this time tomorrow, I will personally separate your every limb from your body and face the Emperor’s disdain on my own terms. This I promise.”
Prince Xizor shuddered, but did not let it show. He knew he could threaten Vader with Palpatine’s disfavor only so far. And for all of his deadly skills as a warrior, he knew that one-on-one he was no match for the towering Sith Lord. He would have to use everything he knew to extract the vital information from his captive.
“You will have your prize by the agreed time. Always a pleasure to serve the Empire in any way I can, Lord Vader.” The Falleen oozed courtesy.
Tarrin awoke with a screaming headache. And something else she’d not had in a long time.
Fear.
She took in her surroundings. She was pinned to a padded metal table, hovering on its embedded repulsorlifts. Her wrists and ankles were clamped to the structure with heavy durasteel restraints. Even with her Force powers, they would be tough to break free from.
But those Force powers were not going to help her, she knew as soon as she saw more of the Ysalamiri cages lining the walls of the chamber. Not only was she in the helpless spread-eagle position, but she was also stripped of her Jedi robes, now clad only in her undergarments. And they didn’t cover much, considering the leering looks she was getting from the armed men who also encircled the room. She calmed herself. She was still alive for a reason. She would have to play this out.
Prince Xizor entered the room.
“Ah, my lovely guest. I trust you are quite comfortable?” he purred, even going as far to make a slight bow in Tarrin’s direction.
“Prince Xizor,” she answered, “What is it that you are up to? You could have killed me or turned me over to the Empire. Is this some sort of your twisted amusement?”
“As much as I’d like to say it is, my dear, I’m afraid that it’s strictly business. You see, the location of the Sith Holocron was never revealed by your Master. Oh, I’m sorry….your former Master.”
Tarrin gritted her teeth, staying the anger rising in her.
“I do, however, know that its location is somewhere in that adorable head of yours. You didn’t think you were going to get to me unnoticed did you? My spies have been keeping track of you for quite some time, my child. And you are going to help me.”
“You may as well kill me now, you filth,” Tarrin spat, “Even your Force-sensitive cronies can’t get into my mind in this room, and I promise you that I will die from pain before I give you the location of that thing. It’s hidden and that’s where it belongs.”
“Oh, that Jedi spirit,” Xizor said as he lightly applauded her speech, “My dear, dear child. How little you know of the galaxy yet. And even less of my species. Pain is such a vulgar instrument of persuasion. We Falleen have so many subtle ways of getting what we want. There can still be a modicum of grace and dignity…even in torture.”
With that, the reptilian overlord stood next to the helpless Jedi. He gazed at her form. The Falleen were known to be a highly sexual species, and Xizor was no exception. He truly appreciated the look of the girl, her long black hair and deep-set eyes. The high cheekbones he loved in the human species. His gaze flowed over the thin, stretched arms and the smooth, round breasts of his captive. Her midriff was taut and her legs were as shapely as the ones on the Twi-Lek dancers he kept for his amusement.
“My dear, make no mistake….you will tell me everything I need to know. You might say both of our lives depend on it.”
Xizor took one clawed finger and ran it down the girl’s arm. She pulled at her bonds, but to no avail. He continued his path until his finger rested over the soft skin of her armpit.
What in the galaxy was he doing, Tarrin thought.
That was the last clear thought she had.
The crime lord scratched the clawed finger over the spot as he looked into the face of his hostage for the tell-tale sign of weakness. To Tarrin’s own surprise, she started to giggle like she did when she was a young girl at the Jedi Praxeum.
“Wh-What are you…(hee hee..)…doing?!?!? ST-STOP!!!! Wh-What…Hahahahahah…is th-this about???”
“It’s about getting to know your lovely human body better, and the location of the Holocron…”
He now had both of his hands over the girl’s armpits, scratching the surface with a maddeningly light touch.
Was he actually tickling her? Tarrin’s mind reeled. Never in all of her training had anything like this ever been mentioned. Even without the Force, she was prepared to withstand any amount of pain in keeping the Holocron’s location secret. But this was something that grabbed her from somewhere she’d never been before.
“NOOOO!!!!ST..(gasp)….STOOOOP!!!!!…NONONO!!!! AAAHHAHAHAHEEEHHA!!!”
“See gentlemen,” Xizor said to his contingent of guards, “You don’t have to always resort to such crass violence. The galaxy is ripe with methods of interrogation that have been lost to time.”
Xizor then brought his hands in contact with the helpless Jedi’s ribcage and rested them there lightly.
“My dear child,” he said in his smooth yet reptilian voice, “I simply must know the location of the Holocron. You are so lovely, it would be a shame to have to reduce you to a quivering lump.”
Tarrin caught her breath.
“You…(pant)…don’t know what your…asking. If the Emperor gets his hands on it….”
“I’m not interested in Jedi politics,” He interrupted, “Only in what you can give me that I can trade. Now then, since you refuse to cooperate after I’ve been ever so nice to you….”
He pressed a button on the side of the table and the repulsorlifts whined. The table stood up on end, vertically. Tarrin was now hovering upright in front of the Falleen.
His hands went to work. Tarrin’s protruding ribcage was the target of his next round of torment, as he ran them over each rib, one by one. Harder and faster he went, rubbing skin against bone in a flurry of motion. The sensation of tickling was new to Tarrin, and she caved in to it immediately.
“AAAIIIGGHHH!!!!! NONONONO!!!!! PL-PLEEEAAASEEEE….(GASP)….ST_STOOOP!!
I…C-CAN’T…HHHAAHAHAHAHHEEE…TAKE IT!!!!!NONONOAAAIIGGGHHHAHAHHHEHEHEHEEEE!!!!””
“Are we ready to talk yet, my lovely pet?” said Xizor as he continued his cruel torment of the poor girl. Her ribs were tickled over and over, even the skin between them getting no relief from the horrible torture.
“N-N-NEVERRRR!!!!! HAHAHHEEEEEHEHEHAAHAHHEEEHHAHAHAAIIIGGHHH!!!”
“I see we are going to have to move on to more…effective methods.”
He allowed the table to fall back to a horizontal position again, and began the next phase of Tarrin’s inquisition. He allowed his pheromones to exude from his pores. There were few humanoid species who were resistant to the subliminal odor of Falleen pheromones. A Jedi with the Force at her side might be able to block them out, but he knew Tarrin had no such help available.
As Tarrin lay there helpless, she felt a sudden rush of…what? Her life had been given to the ways of the Force, and although she had given up the desires of most women, she was still human and not completely unfamiliar with occasional lust. But this was different. It was like someone had turned on a switch in her body. She knew it had to be the Falleen. Hold it together Tarrin, she told herself, it’s just chemical….fight it.
Xizor’s plan was working. As the young woman’s hormones began to race…her resistance to his fiendish torment would decrease.
And he might yet get something else out of this for himself. It wasn’t only trade routes and Star Destroyers that concerned him. He was used to getting what he wanted, and he allowed himself the finest things in life. Like the young woman in his grasp. He’d always wanted to break a Jedi, it was one his unaccomplished goals.
“I see you are starting to…loosen up a bit?” he sneered.
“DIE!” Tarrin hissed, trying her best to fight the flood of unfamiliar sensations the crime lord was subjecting her to.
“Now, now dear, such unpleasant behavior. I would much rather hear your laughter…”
Xizor then introduced Tarrin to a new torture. Lightly stroking her sides, he turned up his pheromone output. Her resistance dropping, she started to laugh hysterically.
“NOOOO!!!STOPSTOPSTOP!!!!AAAHAHAHAHHEEHEHEHHAHAHAH!!!!…..(GASP)….OHNOOHNO!!!!!!PLEEEAAAASSSEEEEEEEEEEAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHHEHEEAAAIIGGHH!!!!”
“The location of the Holocron, please?” He started to pinch her sleek sides, grabbing her waist and tickling her in the most stringent way.
“NNNOO!!!!!…HAHAHHEEEE….N-NEVER!!!…OOOHHHHNOO!!!AAAHHAHA!!”
“Have it your way, my dear.” And with that he snaked out his tongue. Over the belly of the young captive it ran, settling into her deep navel, tickling like mad, while Prince Xizor continued to tickle the helpless girl’s sides with renewed vigor.
Tarrin had no comparison for what she was suffering.
“OHPLEEEEAAASSEEENOO!!!!! N-NOT…hahaha..THAAATT!!!! NOOHAAHAHHEEH!!!”
One hand found it’s way between her legs, and Xizor’s Falleen tendencies took over. Between the pheromones, the tickling and the manipulation of her most private area, Tarrin lost what little remained of her control.
“AAIIIGGHHH!!!!NONONONONO…AAAAHHHH…OOOOOHHH..AAHAHAH!!”
Xizor continued this for several minutes, knowing full well the extent of what he was subjecting the girl to. Then without warning, when he felt that the hostage was about to reach her height of ecstasy, he stopped.
Tarrin lay there, hair matted with sweat and hitching her breath. What was happening to her? She was a Jedi and used to being in control of her feelings. But this evil creature had robbed her of that, and was slowly reducing her to what he had promised. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold out.
Moving to the foot of the table, Xizor let the blade drop on his final trap.
“One thing I have always admired about the human female is the delicacy of their feet. Such unnoticed appendages by most of your male counterparts, I would assume. But we Falleen are practiced in the ways of physical pleasure…and discomfort…” He hovered his hands over her feet.
“No..Pl-Please not that!!” Tarrin panted between breaths. The pheromones were making her mind swim. Even though this creature was torturing her, she found herself wanting him to have his way with her. Her resistance was gone, her logic and emotions at war. She knew that it wouldn’t take much more before she was his.
“My poor dear, you look positively flushed….”
He took a single finger and ran it up each bare sole. The effect on Tarrin was awesome in its impact. The electric feeling went from her feet to her brain in a bolt of torture. Xizor picked up the pace, running his fingertips over the smooth soles of the trapped girl.
“AAAIIIGGHH!!!!NONONONO!!!!OOOOOWWWWOOWWOO!!!HAAHAAHHEEEHEHEE……PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASENONONON…(GASP)…..HHHAAAAHHHAAAAAAAAA!!!”
Tarrin was screaming, both inside and out. She had never in her life felt anything so horrible. But somehow, the tickling of her feet was enhancing the erotic feelings the Falleen was sending to her, and she felt as if she was going to explode.
“I can ease your suffering,” the Prince said as continued to tickle-torture Tarrin’s feet, “and also show you heights of pleasure never before experienced by a human. All you have to do is tell me what I need to know.”
She was broken. She knew it. Pain she could take, letting it kill her if she must. But there was no release from this kind of torture. Devious in its effectiveness, the girl was quivering as she silently begged forgiveness from her departed Master.
“THE…HAHAHAHHEEE…KREPTIC..HEEHHEE…RUINS..ON….AAAIIIGGHHH!!!!…..HHAHAHHEEE….RYLOTH!!!! NOOOOO!!!HHAHAHHHEEEEEEEAAAIIGGHH!!!!”
“Very good, child,” Xizor said as he stopped his torture of the captured Jedi. He took out a data pad and entered the location. Handing it to his Captain, he said “Take this to the communications center and transmit the coordinates to Lord Vader’s Star Destroyer using my personal code. Inform him that the captive has unfortunately died under the duress of inquisition, and that in return I ask that only my shipping concerns of Rodia are to be respected as per our agreement. That should even things up.”
He had done well. Druckenwell wasn’t a concern of his from the start, but he knew he’d need something to let go of when his captive “died”. He had no plans of turning her over. He had so many playthings, but not one truly worthy of his position. He was now the only being in the galaxy to have a Jedi as his personal…concubine.
“Well, my dear,” he purred to his new acquisition, “It seems we have unfinished business.”
He began to once again fondle the helpless girl and released his pheromones to their fullest potential. Tarrin squirmed against her bonds, lost in her new feelings.
“You will be treated with the utmost care, but I’m afraid the Ysalamiri will need to remain in your quarters. I promise to make it well worth your while…and mine….”
Xizor, quite happy with his new plaything, dismissed his guards, who heard the sound of hysterical laughter from behind the closed chamber door. Laughter mixed with a sound quite familiar to those around Xizor when he was with his female “companions”.
As Tarrin rippled again and again from the unfamiliar feelings that had forever broken her, she wondered if it might have been better had she been turned over to Vader….
She entered a passageway that she knew led to a turbo lift that would take her behind the maintenance area. She stretched out with the Force and felt the presence of several beings behind the door at the end of the passageway. She was a young Jedi, not yet a Knight, but she knew that she’d have to make this quick, lest she alert the whole complex to her presence.
Tarrin pulled her lightsaber off its belt clip and thumbed the activation button. With a snap-hiss the blue-white blade sprang into existence. She approached the door, and giving herself fully to the Force, pressed the opening latch.
Her senses were correct. There were four of Xizor’s well-armed men in the small room before the lift. One turned and fired his blaster, and with a blurred motion, Tarrin deflected the bolt, sending it in the direction of another of her attackers, who went down in a heap. She sensed one coming up behind her and executed a quick backflip, landing behind him and bringing him down with her shimmering energy blade. Two left…one in front and one to the side. The one off to her left side flew through the air as she pushed him with the Force energy seething through her extended hand, crashing into a shelving unit and landing in a broken pile. The remaining thug, desperate and alone, threw his heavy blaster rifle at her. It hit the floor in two pieces, cut in half by Tarrin’s lightsaber. Hurling himself backwards, he landed in the open turbo lift and closed the door.
No!, thought Tarrin. I’ve got to track him. I don’t need the whole place on alert. The turbo lift returned and she climbed in. As it approached the next level, she felt a rather odd sensation.
Nothing.
And that was odd. She should feel at least some presence on the other side of the turbo lift door. A more experienced Jedi would have guessed what the situation was, but Tarrin, in her rush to catch her escaping attacker, did not. She realized her folly when she opened the hissing door.
She saw a room circled with cages. Inside the cages were creatures about a meter in length, multi-eyed and looking like some sort of white-furred salamander.
Ysalamiri! Her mind raced. The Ysalamiri, native to Myrkr, had a unique ability among the galaxy’s animal species. While not able to directly control the Force, they had adapted the ability to absorb it. And with the forty or so encircling the room, the Force was completely absent. To Tarrin, it was like suddenly becoming blind.
And she was not alone, either. There were several more of Xizor’s men in front of her, all prepared for the trap to be sprung, all carrying stun blasters. The first one fired. Through her intense training, she managed to block the stun rings with her lightsaber, but without the Force, she had no chance against the one that followed, or the one after that. Her last thought before she crumpled to the ground was wondering how in the galaxy Xizor knew she was coming….
The third most powerful being in the galaxy sat behind his desk, speaking to the man across the room over the tops of his steepled hands. Prince Xizor knew he had to play this very carefully. He had not reached the heights of power with Black Sun by being a fool. His Falleen heritage helped, as the human-looking reptilian species were known for their emotional detachment in tense situations. He was a striking figure, green skinned but otherwise quite attractive to most humanoid females, which also came in handy in his rise to power. Aside from his appearance, the natural pheromones the Falleen males gave off were irresistible to those same females. Many dignitaries had fallen prey to his charms. But the man across from him was neither female nor particularly malleable to his charming manner. He was one of the two men in the galaxy who were above him in the hierarchy of power.
Lord Darth Vader.
This Sith Lord was standing, of course, refusing the offered seat. There was no love lost between the two, both of them vying for position at the right hand of the Emperor. Vader was his pupil, of course, but Xizor’s network of information rivaled even that of Palpatine’s, so he found himself in the enviable position of being highly regarded. Neither man could openly destroy the other without incurring Palpatine’s wrath, so their relationship was a touchy one.
“It would seem, Lord Vader,” the Faleen Prince began, “That I have something…most desired by your master. Two things, truth be told. One of which I think he will find most interesting.”
“Your point, Xizor?” The fact that Vader had failed to address him by his proper title was not lost on the Prince, who shrugged it off in effable manner, but knew that he’d better not push too hard.
“I have in my possesion a young Jedi. Now, I know that Emperor Palpatine and yourself have been scouring the galaxy eliminating their order, so I am prepared to offer her to you …as a token of good faith. She also has, locked away in her brain, the location of one of the last known Sith Holocrons, a prize which would most certainly put me in the good graces of His Majesty…and well out of your reach.”
“Suppose,” said Vader, his mechanical breathing sinister and evil, “I just take her? Tell me her location, and I may yet let you live…”
“Lord Vader, I’m shocked!” Xizor feigned, “After all of our…dealings, do you think that I would summon you here to simply hand her over? She is safe. She is being held in a chamber completely surrounded by Ysalamiri, helpless and tame.”
“What do you propose, Xizor? And get to the point…My patience is wearing thin…”
“You could just stroll in and take her I suppose, but I have also placed twenty of my best marksmen in with her. Without the Force, Lord Vader, even your formidable power would not be enough to overtake them. And without my help, there is no way you can get into her mind in that room to discover the Holocron’s location. No Force, no Mind Tricks…correct?”
Under his mask, Vader was fuming. Xizor was right. He would have to play his game, but what a price would be paid later, when he finally found a way to expose Xizor to the Emperor for what he was…a manipulator out for his own survival. And when Palpatine gave him leave to destroy Xizor…
“What is it that you wish?” Vader bored his black covered eyes into the Faleen’s skull.
“Simple, Lord Vader. I will extract the information from our young guest, and I will allow you to take her and the credit for the location of the Holocron to the Emperor. I have no quarrel with the Jedi personally, but I doubt you would remain in your master’s graces if he were to find out that you let one, a female apprentice no less, escape your grasp. In return, your fleet of Star Destroyers will leave the Rodian and Druckenwell systems, allowing me to continue my business without further…harassment.”
The room went silent. If Vader could get away with it, he would have crushed the Falleen’s throat from where he stood. But he was caught. He knew he couldn’t invade the girl’s mind in a room full of Ysalamri, so he needed Xizor.
For now.
“Agreed. But I warn you Xizor. If I do not have the Jedi and the location of the Holocron by this time tomorrow, I will personally separate your every limb from your body and face the Emperor’s disdain on my own terms. This I promise.”
Prince Xizor shuddered, but did not let it show. He knew he could threaten Vader with Palpatine’s disfavor only so far. And for all of his deadly skills as a warrior, he knew that one-on-one he was no match for the towering Sith Lord. He would have to use everything he knew to extract the vital information from his captive.
“You will have your prize by the agreed time. Always a pleasure to serve the Empire in any way I can, Lord Vader.” The Falleen oozed courtesy.
Tarrin awoke with a screaming headache. And something else she’d not had in a long time.
Fear.
She took in her surroundings. She was pinned to a padded metal table, hovering on its embedded repulsorlifts. Her wrists and ankles were clamped to the structure with heavy durasteel restraints. Even with her Force powers, they would be tough to break free from.
But those Force powers were not going to help her, she knew as soon as she saw more of the Ysalamiri cages lining the walls of the chamber. Not only was she in the helpless spread-eagle position, but she was also stripped of her Jedi robes, now clad only in her undergarments. And they didn’t cover much, considering the leering looks she was getting from the armed men who also encircled the room. She calmed herself. She was still alive for a reason. She would have to play this out.
Prince Xizor entered the room.
“Ah, my lovely guest. I trust you are quite comfortable?” he purred, even going as far to make a slight bow in Tarrin’s direction.
“Prince Xizor,” she answered, “What is it that you are up to? You could have killed me or turned me over to the Empire. Is this some sort of your twisted amusement?”
“As much as I’d like to say it is, my dear, I’m afraid that it’s strictly business. You see, the location of the Sith Holocron was never revealed by your Master. Oh, I’m sorry….your former Master.”
Tarrin gritted her teeth, staying the anger rising in her.
“I do, however, know that its location is somewhere in that adorable head of yours. You didn’t think you were going to get to me unnoticed did you? My spies have been keeping track of you for quite some time, my child. And you are going to help me.”
“You may as well kill me now, you filth,” Tarrin spat, “Even your Force-sensitive cronies can’t get into my mind in this room, and I promise you that I will die from pain before I give you the location of that thing. It’s hidden and that’s where it belongs.”
“Oh, that Jedi spirit,” Xizor said as he lightly applauded her speech, “My dear, dear child. How little you know of the galaxy yet. And even less of my species. Pain is such a vulgar instrument of persuasion. We Falleen have so many subtle ways of getting what we want. There can still be a modicum of grace and dignity…even in torture.”
With that, the reptilian overlord stood next to the helpless Jedi. He gazed at her form. The Falleen were known to be a highly sexual species, and Xizor was no exception. He truly appreciated the look of the girl, her long black hair and deep-set eyes. The high cheekbones he loved in the human species. His gaze flowed over the thin, stretched arms and the smooth, round breasts of his captive. Her midriff was taut and her legs were as shapely as the ones on the Twi-Lek dancers he kept for his amusement.
“My dear, make no mistake….you will tell me everything I need to know. You might say both of our lives depend on it.”
Xizor took one clawed finger and ran it down the girl’s arm. She pulled at her bonds, but to no avail. He continued his path until his finger rested over the soft skin of her armpit.
What in the galaxy was he doing, Tarrin thought.
That was the last clear thought she had.
The crime lord scratched the clawed finger over the spot as he looked into the face of his hostage for the tell-tale sign of weakness. To Tarrin’s own surprise, she started to giggle like she did when she was a young girl at the Jedi Praxeum.
“Wh-What are you…(hee hee..)…doing?!?!? ST-STOP!!!! Wh-What…Hahahahahah…is th-this about???”
“It’s about getting to know your lovely human body better, and the location of the Holocron…”
He now had both of his hands over the girl’s armpits, scratching the surface with a maddeningly light touch.
Was he actually tickling her? Tarrin’s mind reeled. Never in all of her training had anything like this ever been mentioned. Even without the Force, she was prepared to withstand any amount of pain in keeping the Holocron’s location secret. But this was something that grabbed her from somewhere she’d never been before.
“NOOOO!!!!ST..(gasp)….STOOOOP!!!!!…NONONO!!!! AAAHHAHAHAHEEEHHA!!!”
“See gentlemen,” Xizor said to his contingent of guards, “You don’t have to always resort to such crass violence. The galaxy is ripe with methods of interrogation that have been lost to time.”
Xizor then brought his hands in contact with the helpless Jedi’s ribcage and rested them there lightly.
“My dear child,” he said in his smooth yet reptilian voice, “I simply must know the location of the Holocron. You are so lovely, it would be a shame to have to reduce you to a quivering lump.”
Tarrin caught her breath.
“You…(pant)…don’t know what your…asking. If the Emperor gets his hands on it….”
“I’m not interested in Jedi politics,” He interrupted, “Only in what you can give me that I can trade. Now then, since you refuse to cooperate after I’ve been ever so nice to you….”
He pressed a button on the side of the table and the repulsorlifts whined. The table stood up on end, vertically. Tarrin was now hovering upright in front of the Falleen.
His hands went to work. Tarrin’s protruding ribcage was the target of his next round of torment, as he ran them over each rib, one by one. Harder and faster he went, rubbing skin against bone in a flurry of motion. The sensation of tickling was new to Tarrin, and she caved in to it immediately.
“AAAIIIGGHHH!!!!! NONONONO!!!!! PL-PLEEEAAASEEEE….(GASP)….ST_STOOOP!!
I…C-CAN’T…HHHAAHAHAHAHHEEE…TAKE IT!!!!!NONONOAAAIIGGGHHHAHAHHHEHEHEHEEEE!!!!””
“Are we ready to talk yet, my lovely pet?” said Xizor as he continued his cruel torment of the poor girl. Her ribs were tickled over and over, even the skin between them getting no relief from the horrible torture.
“N-N-NEVERRRR!!!!! HAHAHHEEEEEHEHEHAAHAHHEEEHHAHAHAAIIIGGHHH!!!”
“I see we are going to have to move on to more…effective methods.”
He allowed the table to fall back to a horizontal position again, and began the next phase of Tarrin’s inquisition. He allowed his pheromones to exude from his pores. There were few humanoid species who were resistant to the subliminal odor of Falleen pheromones. A Jedi with the Force at her side might be able to block them out, but he knew Tarrin had no such help available.
As Tarrin lay there helpless, she felt a sudden rush of…what? Her life had been given to the ways of the Force, and although she had given up the desires of most women, she was still human and not completely unfamiliar with occasional lust. But this was different. It was like someone had turned on a switch in her body. She knew it had to be the Falleen. Hold it together Tarrin, she told herself, it’s just chemical….fight it.
Xizor’s plan was working. As the young woman’s hormones began to race…her resistance to his fiendish torment would decrease.
And he might yet get something else out of this for himself. It wasn’t only trade routes and Star Destroyers that concerned him. He was used to getting what he wanted, and he allowed himself the finest things in life. Like the young woman in his grasp. He’d always wanted to break a Jedi, it was one his unaccomplished goals.
“I see you are starting to…loosen up a bit?” he sneered.
“DIE!” Tarrin hissed, trying her best to fight the flood of unfamiliar sensations the crime lord was subjecting her to.
“Now, now dear, such unpleasant behavior. I would much rather hear your laughter…”
Xizor then introduced Tarrin to a new torture. Lightly stroking her sides, he turned up his pheromone output. Her resistance dropping, she started to laugh hysterically.
“NOOOO!!!STOPSTOPSTOP!!!!AAAHAHAHAHHEEHEHEHHAHAHAH!!!!…..(GASP)….OHNOOHNO!!!!!!PLEEEAAAASSSEEEEEEEEEEAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHHEHEEAAAIIGGHH!!!!”
“The location of the Holocron, please?” He started to pinch her sleek sides, grabbing her waist and tickling her in the most stringent way.
“NNNOO!!!!!…HAHAHHEEEE….N-NEVER!!!…OOOHHHHNOO!!!AAAHHAHA!!”
“Have it your way, my dear.” And with that he snaked out his tongue. Over the belly of the young captive it ran, settling into her deep navel, tickling like mad, while Prince Xizor continued to tickle the helpless girl’s sides with renewed vigor.
Tarrin had no comparison for what she was suffering.
“OHPLEEEEAAASSEEENOO!!!!! N-NOT…hahaha..THAAATT!!!! NOOHAAHAHHEEH!!!”
One hand found it’s way between her legs, and Xizor’s Falleen tendencies took over. Between the pheromones, the tickling and the manipulation of her most private area, Tarrin lost what little remained of her control.
“AAIIIGGHHH!!!!NONONONONO…AAAAHHHH…OOOOOHHH..AAHAHAH!!”
Xizor continued this for several minutes, knowing full well the extent of what he was subjecting the girl to. Then without warning, when he felt that the hostage was about to reach her height of ecstasy, he stopped.
Tarrin lay there, hair matted with sweat and hitching her breath. What was happening to her? She was a Jedi and used to being in control of her feelings. But this evil creature had robbed her of that, and was slowly reducing her to what he had promised. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold out.
Moving to the foot of the table, Xizor let the blade drop on his final trap.
“One thing I have always admired about the human female is the delicacy of their feet. Such unnoticed appendages by most of your male counterparts, I would assume. But we Falleen are practiced in the ways of physical pleasure…and discomfort…” He hovered his hands over her feet.
“No..Pl-Please not that!!” Tarrin panted between breaths. The pheromones were making her mind swim. Even though this creature was torturing her, she found herself wanting him to have his way with her. Her resistance was gone, her logic and emotions at war. She knew that it wouldn’t take much more before she was his.
“My poor dear, you look positively flushed….”
He took a single finger and ran it up each bare sole. The effect on Tarrin was awesome in its impact. The electric feeling went from her feet to her brain in a bolt of torture. Xizor picked up the pace, running his fingertips over the smooth soles of the trapped girl.
“AAAIIIGGHH!!!!NONONONO!!!!OOOOOWWWWOOWWOO!!!HAAHAAHHEEEHEHEE……PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASENONONON…(GASP)…..HHHAAAAHHHAAAAAAAAA!!!”
Tarrin was screaming, both inside and out. She had never in her life felt anything so horrible. But somehow, the tickling of her feet was enhancing the erotic feelings the Falleen was sending to her, and she felt as if she was going to explode.
“I can ease your suffering,” the Prince said as continued to tickle-torture Tarrin’s feet, “and also show you heights of pleasure never before experienced by a human. All you have to do is tell me what I need to know.”
She was broken. She knew it. Pain she could take, letting it kill her if she must. But there was no release from this kind of torture. Devious in its effectiveness, the girl was quivering as she silently begged forgiveness from her departed Master.
“THE…HAHAHAHHEEE…KREPTIC..HEEHHEE…RUINS..ON….AAAIIIGGHHH!!!!…..HHAHAHHEEE….RYLOTH!!!! NOOOOO!!!HHAHAHHHEEEEEEEAAAIIGGHH!!!!”
“Very good, child,” Xizor said as he stopped his torture of the captured Jedi. He took out a data pad and entered the location. Handing it to his Captain, he said “Take this to the communications center and transmit the coordinates to Lord Vader’s Star Destroyer using my personal code. Inform him that the captive has unfortunately died under the duress of inquisition, and that in return I ask that only my shipping concerns of Rodia are to be respected as per our agreement. That should even things up.”
He had done well. Druckenwell wasn’t a concern of his from the start, but he knew he’d need something to let go of when his captive “died”. He had no plans of turning her over. He had so many playthings, but not one truly worthy of his position. He was now the only being in the galaxy to have a Jedi as his personal…concubine.
“Well, my dear,” he purred to his new acquisition, “It seems we have unfinished business.”
He began to once again fondle the helpless girl and released his pheromones to their fullest potential. Tarrin squirmed against her bonds, lost in her new feelings.
“You will be treated with the utmost care, but I’m afraid the Ysalamiri will need to remain in your quarters. I promise to make it well worth your while…and mine….”
Xizor, quite happy with his new plaything, dismissed his guards, who heard the sound of hysterical laughter from behind the closed chamber door. Laughter mixed with a sound quite familiar to those around Xizor when he was with his female “companions”.
As Tarrin rippled again and again from the unfamiliar feelings that had forever broken her, she wondered if it might have been better had she been turned over to Vader….
