clean_kitchen
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The Reh'taef Strike Back
by clean_kitchen
[AN: This story takes place 23 years after and makes reference to my previous Reh'taef series. I was reading the old series and this came to mind --- more just playing around than anything else. I also have an idea for a sequel to the original series that I might flesh out.
The first bit is straight from the movie to set up the scene. Skip to the second '---' for the original stuff.]
---
Darth Vader stride through the room in the depths of cloud city as two
stormtroopers prepared an elaborate torture mechanism. Han was
strapped to a rack which tilted forward onto the torture device. Vader
activated the mechanism, which sparked as Han was lowered.
The door opened, and Vader left the torture room just as Han screams a
sharp, piercing cry of agony. Darth Vader moves to the holding
chamber, where Lando and Boba Fett await him.
Lando called after the Dark Lord, "Lord Vader---."
Vader, ignoring Lando instructed Boba Fett, "YOu may take Captain Solo
to Jabba the Hutt after I have Skywalker."
Han's screams filtered through the torture room door.
"He's no good to me if he's dead."
Vader reassured him, "He will not be permanently damaged."
"Lord Vader, what about Leia and the Wookie?" Lando insisted.
"They must never again leave this city."
"That was never a condition of our agreement, nor was giving Han to
this bounty hunter!"
Vader stopped now to face Lando. "Perhaps you think you're being
treated unfairly?"
"No," Lando relented through gritted teeth.
"Good. It would be unfortunate if I had to leave a garrison here."
Vader turned and swept into the elevator with Boba Fett, while Lando
walked swiftly down another corridor, muttering to himself, "This
deal's getting worse all the time."
---
Han's screams were silenced as the door to the elevator closed. Vader
and the bounty hunter shared a silent ride before Fett exited at the
hanger level to prepare his ship. Vader continued downward alone.
When the door opened, Vader was once again greeted with muffled
screams escaping a room down the hall, screams very different from
those he had just left. These were clearly feminine, and while the
source was clearly in agony, it was clearly different than the screams
of pain coming from Han upstairs. Vader, of, course, knew exactly
what was happening inside that room --- had been happening for the
past half hour or so --- and why the screams were peppered with
desperate laughter.
The door slid open to reveal a simple table in the center of an empty
room. On the table was the source of the screams --- former senator
turned rebel traitor Leia Organa. Her arms and ankles were secured at
the ends of the table, leaving her stretched tight with her arms high
over her head. The top of her gown had been opened and slid down,
leaving her wearing just her bra above the waist. Two small, pale
feet protruded from shackles at the other end of the table.
Standing next to the table were the causes of the screams. Two tall,
almost wispy figures stood beside Leia, each on one side, each
scribbling long, thin fingers tickling relentlessly up and down her
exposed torso. Leia's eyes were clenched shut, her once immaculate
hair flopping from side to side as she shook her head, laughing as
though she couldn't get the laughter out fast enough. Her bonds
allowed for only the slightest movement, but that didn't keep her from
squirming desperately to avoid the tickling fingers.
Vader didn't know if she was aware of his presence. She seemed to be
trying to beg for mercy amidst the laughter, but her pleas were
directed at no one in particular. Not that he could make out what she
was trying to say, anyway. All she managed was incoherent babble as
the creatures skillfully moved from one ticklish spot to the next to
maximize their effect.
Vader allowed himself to remember the first time he had seen a scene
just like this, nearly a quarter century earlier, when he went by a
different name. These creatures were called Reh'taef, and were the
stuff of ticklish nightmares, the closest thing to tickle monsters the
galaxy knew. So little was known about their origins and history that
most people assumed they were galactic fairy tales.
Leia's laughter became more desperate as both creatures concentrated
all their fingers under her arms. Her eyes grew wide and then snapped
shut as she absorbed the merciless tickling being administered by her
tormentors.
The first time Vader had learned the Reh'taef were real was a scene
very much like this one, only their victim was his own wife, Padme.
She had been captured by Count Dooku as a trap for him. When Aniken
finally reached Padme, Dooku via his associates had been tickling her
on and off for a couple days. When he arrived, he found Padme in
precisely this situation.
The noise in the room suddenly dropped as the creatures stopped
tickling Leia. The expert ticklers knew just when and how long to let
their victim rest in order to keep her concious and laughing almost
indefinitely. Even without the tickling, her exhausted gasps and
lingering giggles drowned out even Vader's mechanical wheezing. He
stepped closer, hands resting on his belt.
"I see you're met my associates' company, your highness."
"Please ... What ... do you want?" she panted, still trying to catch
her breath. She was in no mood for banter.
"Nothing more than what you're already giving me," he replied
matter-of factly.
Leia's mind raced as fast as it could under the circumstances. What
could she possibly have that he wanted? The rebellion was on the run
and their base on Hoth destroyed. They had missed their rendezvous
with the fleet, so the coordinates she knew were no longer accurate.
they had jumped to a new location by now.
She truly had nothing to tell him, though she found herself wishing
she did. She had withstood the torture Vader put her through on the
Death Star, but she was ready to talk now. Not only was she almost
famously ticklish, but these creatures were able to tickle her almost
supernaturally bad.
She could still feel the unbearable tingling on her skin as the
creatures approached to renew their efforts. A new wave of panic set
in.
"Please! No! Don't let them do this! I'll tell you anything! Don't
tickle! NooooooAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The Reh'taef resumed their places at her sides and began tickling.
One started on her arm at the wrist and worked his way down. The
other started at her hip and worked up. Leia couldn't decide which
was worse: the tickling they were already doing, or the spot they were
clearly going to meet. She got her answer as the creatures found the
area around her armpits at the same time. This was much worse.
Vader took it all in. The episode with Padme those years ago had left
him intrigued with these strange creatures. When the Emperor later
charged him with eliminating the surviving Jedi and crushing the
rebellion, he decided to employ the Reh'taef's unusual talents in
addition to more conventional methods. Countless spies, rebel
conspirators, and even a Imperial officers had found themselves
mercilessly tickled at the direction of the Dark Lord.
The Reh'taef weren't as effective at extracting information as a good
Interrogation Droid. Vader found he preferred them in situations
where information was secondary to simply wanting to inflict
suffering and humiliation. Nothing wiped the smugness off the face
of a defiant rebel or hot shot officer like an hour or two in a room
barefoot with a Reh'taef.
"AAAAHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO! HAHAHAHA! PLEASE! AAAAAAAHH!"
As Vader watched Leia writhe and scream on the table as the Reh'taef
tickled her, he was suddenly struck by how much she reminded him of
Padme when she was being tickled. Even their laughs sounded the
same.
Again, the laughter stopped as the Reh'taef paused for another rest.
Vader watched Leia on the table, eyes closed, and swore he could
see Padme, lying in bed waiting for him ...
He was jolted back to the present by Leia's desperate pleas. The
creatures were returning to her sides.
"Please! No more tickling!"
"I'm afraid not," Vader replied. "You're sole purpose here is to be
tickled."
Her eyes watched in horror as the fingers descended once more toward
her too vulnerable body.
"Please!" she cried, clearly desperate, "Then tickle my feet.
Anything else. Whatever! I can't take any more up here." She nodded
to her torso. Even in her panicked state, she paused to consider just
how bad her situation must be if getting her feet tickled was the best
she could home for. Her eyes were large and pleading, with the first
signs of tears. They looked just like Padme's did when she found him
on Mustafar.
Just like Padme....
Suddenly all the pain and anger of those memories crashed down on him.
No! This wasn't Padme! This was all just a trick of the Dark Side,
tormenting him, strengthening by feeding on his anguish. Any
compassion that may have been building was instantly crushed by his
quiet rage.
"Very well, then," he said menacingly to the creatures, "tickle her
feet ..."
Leia sighed, visibly relieved. Far too relieved for someone about to
get the foot tickling of her life.
"... as well."
Leia's relief gave way to horror as one creature moved to her feet
while one remained at her side. Her eyes darted desperately from one
to the next, already starting to plead and giggle in anticipation of
the inevitable. Her toes flexed and her feet twisted in a last-ditch
effort to avoid what was coming.
"NOOOOOOOOHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! ..."
This time the screams were only barely muted as the elevator doors sid
shut, and didn't disappear until the cabin was a floor or two away.
Vader needed to make sure the carbonation chamber was ready for
Captain Solo.
---
Leia was allowed to dress. She slipped her shoes back on and fixed
her hair to the point where it wasn't hanging in her face. Two
stormtroopers got her and tossed her into a holding cell where she
found Chewbacca, Threepio and Han waiting. Barely able to stand after
her ordeal, she collapsed and Han's side.
"Why are they doing this?" was all she was able to muster.
"They never even asked me any questions," Han replied.
Han had clearly been through hell, too, and she wondered if he had
received the same treatment she had. She also wondered how long it
would be before the guards returned to drag them off to another
session. She curled her toes and hugged her arms tight to her side at
the thought. This was a nightmare, but she knew they'd get through
it. They had been in tight places before, and this wasn't her first
encounter with those tickling creatures.
Before she could ask Han what they had done to him, the cell door
opened. It was Lando. ...
END
by clean_kitchen
[AN: This story takes place 23 years after and makes reference to my previous Reh'taef series. I was reading the old series and this came to mind --- more just playing around than anything else. I also have an idea for a sequel to the original series that I might flesh out.
The first bit is straight from the movie to set up the scene. Skip to the second '---' for the original stuff.]
---
Darth Vader stride through the room in the depths of cloud city as two
stormtroopers prepared an elaborate torture mechanism. Han was
strapped to a rack which tilted forward onto the torture device. Vader
activated the mechanism, which sparked as Han was lowered.
The door opened, and Vader left the torture room just as Han screams a
sharp, piercing cry of agony. Darth Vader moves to the holding
chamber, where Lando and Boba Fett await him.
Lando called after the Dark Lord, "Lord Vader---."
Vader, ignoring Lando instructed Boba Fett, "YOu may take Captain Solo
to Jabba the Hutt after I have Skywalker."
Han's screams filtered through the torture room door.
"He's no good to me if he's dead."
Vader reassured him, "He will not be permanently damaged."
"Lord Vader, what about Leia and the Wookie?" Lando insisted.
"They must never again leave this city."
"That was never a condition of our agreement, nor was giving Han to
this bounty hunter!"
Vader stopped now to face Lando. "Perhaps you think you're being
treated unfairly?"
"No," Lando relented through gritted teeth.
"Good. It would be unfortunate if I had to leave a garrison here."
Vader turned and swept into the elevator with Boba Fett, while Lando
walked swiftly down another corridor, muttering to himself, "This
deal's getting worse all the time."
---
Han's screams were silenced as the door to the elevator closed. Vader
and the bounty hunter shared a silent ride before Fett exited at the
hanger level to prepare his ship. Vader continued downward alone.
When the door opened, Vader was once again greeted with muffled
screams escaping a room down the hall, screams very different from
those he had just left. These were clearly feminine, and while the
source was clearly in agony, it was clearly different than the screams
of pain coming from Han upstairs. Vader, of, course, knew exactly
what was happening inside that room --- had been happening for the
past half hour or so --- and why the screams were peppered with
desperate laughter.
The door slid open to reveal a simple table in the center of an empty
room. On the table was the source of the screams --- former senator
turned rebel traitor Leia Organa. Her arms and ankles were secured at
the ends of the table, leaving her stretched tight with her arms high
over her head. The top of her gown had been opened and slid down,
leaving her wearing just her bra above the waist. Two small, pale
feet protruded from shackles at the other end of the table.
Standing next to the table were the causes of the screams. Two tall,
almost wispy figures stood beside Leia, each on one side, each
scribbling long, thin fingers tickling relentlessly up and down her
exposed torso. Leia's eyes were clenched shut, her once immaculate
hair flopping from side to side as she shook her head, laughing as
though she couldn't get the laughter out fast enough. Her bonds
allowed for only the slightest movement, but that didn't keep her from
squirming desperately to avoid the tickling fingers.
Vader didn't know if she was aware of his presence. She seemed to be
trying to beg for mercy amidst the laughter, but her pleas were
directed at no one in particular. Not that he could make out what she
was trying to say, anyway. All she managed was incoherent babble as
the creatures skillfully moved from one ticklish spot to the next to
maximize their effect.
Vader allowed himself to remember the first time he had seen a scene
just like this, nearly a quarter century earlier, when he went by a
different name. These creatures were called Reh'taef, and were the
stuff of ticklish nightmares, the closest thing to tickle monsters the
galaxy knew. So little was known about their origins and history that
most people assumed they were galactic fairy tales.
Leia's laughter became more desperate as both creatures concentrated
all their fingers under her arms. Her eyes grew wide and then snapped
shut as she absorbed the merciless tickling being administered by her
tormentors.
The first time Vader had learned the Reh'taef were real was a scene
very much like this one, only their victim was his own wife, Padme.
She had been captured by Count Dooku as a trap for him. When Aniken
finally reached Padme, Dooku via his associates had been tickling her
on and off for a couple days. When he arrived, he found Padme in
precisely this situation.
The noise in the room suddenly dropped as the creatures stopped
tickling Leia. The expert ticklers knew just when and how long to let
their victim rest in order to keep her concious and laughing almost
indefinitely. Even without the tickling, her exhausted gasps and
lingering giggles drowned out even Vader's mechanical wheezing. He
stepped closer, hands resting on his belt.
"I see you're met my associates' company, your highness."
"Please ... What ... do you want?" she panted, still trying to catch
her breath. She was in no mood for banter.
"Nothing more than what you're already giving me," he replied
matter-of factly.
Leia's mind raced as fast as it could under the circumstances. What
could she possibly have that he wanted? The rebellion was on the run
and their base on Hoth destroyed. They had missed their rendezvous
with the fleet, so the coordinates she knew were no longer accurate.
they had jumped to a new location by now.
She truly had nothing to tell him, though she found herself wishing
she did. She had withstood the torture Vader put her through on the
Death Star, but she was ready to talk now. Not only was she almost
famously ticklish, but these creatures were able to tickle her almost
supernaturally bad.
She could still feel the unbearable tingling on her skin as the
creatures approached to renew their efforts. A new wave of panic set
in.
"Please! No! Don't let them do this! I'll tell you anything! Don't
tickle! NooooooAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The Reh'taef resumed their places at her sides and began tickling.
One started on her arm at the wrist and worked his way down. The
other started at her hip and worked up. Leia couldn't decide which
was worse: the tickling they were already doing, or the spot they were
clearly going to meet. She got her answer as the creatures found the
area around her armpits at the same time. This was much worse.
Vader took it all in. The episode with Padme those years ago had left
him intrigued with these strange creatures. When the Emperor later
charged him with eliminating the surviving Jedi and crushing the
rebellion, he decided to employ the Reh'taef's unusual talents in
addition to more conventional methods. Countless spies, rebel
conspirators, and even a Imperial officers had found themselves
mercilessly tickled at the direction of the Dark Lord.
The Reh'taef weren't as effective at extracting information as a good
Interrogation Droid. Vader found he preferred them in situations
where information was secondary to simply wanting to inflict
suffering and humiliation. Nothing wiped the smugness off the face
of a defiant rebel or hot shot officer like an hour or two in a room
barefoot with a Reh'taef.
"AAAAHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO! HAHAHAHA! PLEASE! AAAAAAAHH!"
As Vader watched Leia writhe and scream on the table as the Reh'taef
tickled her, he was suddenly struck by how much she reminded him of
Padme when she was being tickled. Even their laughs sounded the
same.
Again, the laughter stopped as the Reh'taef paused for another rest.
Vader watched Leia on the table, eyes closed, and swore he could
see Padme, lying in bed waiting for him ...
He was jolted back to the present by Leia's desperate pleas. The
creatures were returning to her sides.
"Please! No more tickling!"
"I'm afraid not," Vader replied. "You're sole purpose here is to be
tickled."
Her eyes watched in horror as the fingers descended once more toward
her too vulnerable body.
"Please!" she cried, clearly desperate, "Then tickle my feet.
Anything else. Whatever! I can't take any more up here." She nodded
to her torso. Even in her panicked state, she paused to consider just
how bad her situation must be if getting her feet tickled was the best
she could home for. Her eyes were large and pleading, with the first
signs of tears. They looked just like Padme's did when she found him
on Mustafar.
Just like Padme....
Suddenly all the pain and anger of those memories crashed down on him.
No! This wasn't Padme! This was all just a trick of the Dark Side,
tormenting him, strengthening by feeding on his anguish. Any
compassion that may have been building was instantly crushed by his
quiet rage.
"Very well, then," he said menacingly to the creatures, "tickle her
feet ..."
Leia sighed, visibly relieved. Far too relieved for someone about to
get the foot tickling of her life.
"... as well."
Leia's relief gave way to horror as one creature moved to her feet
while one remained at her side. Her eyes darted desperately from one
to the next, already starting to plead and giggle in anticipation of
the inevitable. Her toes flexed and her feet twisted in a last-ditch
effort to avoid what was coming.
"NOOOOOOOOHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! ..."
This time the screams were only barely muted as the elevator doors sid
shut, and didn't disappear until the cabin was a floor or two away.
Vader needed to make sure the carbonation chamber was ready for
Captain Solo.
---
Leia was allowed to dress. She slipped her shoes back on and fixed
her hair to the point where it wasn't hanging in her face. Two
stormtroopers got her and tossed her into a holding cell where she
found Chewbacca, Threepio and Han waiting. Barely able to stand after
her ordeal, she collapsed and Han's side.
"Why are they doing this?" was all she was able to muster.
"They never even asked me any questions," Han replied.
Han had clearly been through hell, too, and she wondered if he had
received the same treatment she had. She also wondered how long it
would be before the guards returned to drag them off to another
session. She curled her toes and hugged her arms tight to her side at
the thought. This was a nightmare, but she knew they'd get through
it. They had been in tight places before, and this wasn't her first
encounter with those tickling creatures.
Before she could ask Han what they had done to him, the cell door
opened. It was Lando. ...
END
