Trophy Widow

Your life at your family's apple orchard in Montana used to be a peaceful one. However, things started to change when the doomsday religious cult, Edens Gate, formed nearby. No one took them seriously at first. But by the time they had influence over the local police it was too late. People started to disappear. The threats started coming and you knew it was just a matter of time before you had a run-in with them.

It was overcast but still warm out so you were outside helping with the chores in just a tank top and a pair of shorts. Normally you loved working outdoors but ever since the rumors of people disappearing started you were careful to never be outside for too long by yourself. Today however, you didn’t think much of the cult. There was simply too much to get done plus there were plenty of your parents employees around so you didn’t feel alone.

But that gives you a false sense of confidence. Without even realizing it you manage to make yourself an easy target by going to the far side of the orchard alone. By the time you feel the dart hit the side of your neck the drug is already in your system. Your legs grow weak and you stumble to the ground, catching yourself with your hands. Your vision starts to blur and fade at the edges. As you try to scream out for help you hear the sound of your voice as a weak and distant wail, like something drowning far off from shore.

You don’t hear the footsteps behind you but you do feel the hands on your body, rough and grabbing harshly with no care for your comfort. Two people drag you off as your body grows more limp and your vision continues to fade until you are enveloped in a black void.

***

You feel something hard under you, a textured surface that isn’t exactly warm or cold. But something warm moves against your exposed skin. There's no sound at first, then a gentle hum as your awareness grows. A warm red light is the first thing you see but it’s simply the glow of light behind your closed eyelids. As you open your eyes the world around you is a messy blur of drab color from the grey wall in front of you and brown wooden table under you.

“You’re finally awake,” you hear a man’s voice say and a jolt of fear runs through you. You realize he’s right next to you, his hands touching your body. You try to move away but there’s a pull at your wrists. You realize that your hands are cuffed in front of you and attached to the table that you are bent over. Your upper body is flat against the wood and your ankles are tied to either table leg being pulled spread apart. 

“You’re here to be cleansed of your sins, the first step is confession,” he says. He walks over to your right and pushes your face to the side to look at him. You recognize him as John Seed with his bright blue eyes, dark brown hair and neatly groomed beard. The dark jeans and button down shirt he wears makes him stand out from the other cult members who look more like heavily armed drifters. You know he’s the brother of the cult’s founder but other than that you know very little about him.

“I’m not interested in your group, just let me go,” you say through the haze of the drugs, your voice sounding oddly foreign to you.

“You should consider yourself lucky, not everyone is given the chance to be redeemed. If you confess willingly this will be much easier," he warns as he walks behind you out of your view. You feel his hand at the side of your face brushing your hair out of the way. “A pretty girl like you must be guilty of vanity,” he says in a low voice.

Your heart starts to race even faster with this contact. You knew the Seed family was crazy but you never expected them to be like this.

“Or, maybe you’re guilty of lust,” his hand makes its way between the table and your hips and you feel him touch you between your legs. Without thinking you instinctively bash his arm into the table by thrusting forward.

A grunt of pain escapes him. “That was a poor choice,” he admonishes and you hear a sound you can't place, something like a snap. You feel something sharp drag across your skin and you freeze up.

“I should cut that pretty face of yours but the Father has other plans for you,” his voice is cold and empty.

He stabs the knife in the table close to your face so you can see the reflection of your own fear.

“I’m gonna give you the gift of pain,” he says as you hear his footsteps behind you. “Pain is cleansing, it’s pure.” 

Suddenly there’s a sharp pain at the back of your thighs and you let out a surprised shriek. 

“Once you confess your sins and atone you’ll be welcomed into the loving arms of Eden’s Gate,” he says as he hits you again.

“You can’t do this! Let me go!” you scream. Another strike hits you hard and your thighs burn. You can’t even see what he’s hitting you with but based on the sensation you assume it’s a switch or a cane since each strike causes a thin strip of intensely sharp pain across the back of your legs.

You grit your teeth and take several more strikes without making a noise. Your sudden stoicism seems to annoy John. 

You see him grab the knife out of the table. Your heart races faster as you anticipate what might happen next. He places one hand on your hip and with the other he presses the knife up against your crotch. The blade presses against the fabric of your shorts and you feel your muscles tense up.

“Please… don’t… “ you beg but feel him push it against you harder as a warning. 

“You’re going to atone today for your sins. How it happens is up to you.” You feel him unbutton your shorts and roughly pull them down just enough to expose your underwear. The tip of the knife trails down your backside getting closer to the thin fabric of your panties. He doesn’t have to say anything to make the threat more clear than that. You know this sadist is getting pleasure out of your fear but you can’t hide the inner terror anymore. Desperation takes over and you just want him to stop and will do anything to get that knife away from you.

“I’ll confess, I’ll confess!” With fear and anxiety clouding your mind you can’t even think of examples of sins that you have actually committed so you start blabbering about whatever comes to mind. You confess to things a friend told you like stealing money from her mom’s purse to buy cigarettes when still underage or kissing a guy who wasn’t her boyfriend. You have no idea what this psycho wants to hear, if he’s looking for small sins or expecting big ones. As you talk he looks down on you with those bright blue eyes holding your hair in his hand to force you to look at him. His eyes feel like they are cutting through you but his expression is oddly blank as if he’s not fully there.  

“I hear the words of a selfish child who’s clearly guilty of the sin of greed. Now you’ll wear your sin for all to see.” You detect a hint of excitement in his tone and it makes this even more frightening.

He roughly cuts the straps of your tank top and bra with the knife and pulls them down. Standing right behind you between your spread legs he leans down and you feel one hand come to your shoulder. Then there’s a sharp pain in your upper back as the tip of the knife meets your flesh. You wince and grit your teeth as he drags the knife down your skin. The wet sensation of blood dripping comes to your attention and you realize he’s cutting you deep enough scar. You want to protest, to fight back but you worry that saying or doing anything will make the situation worse so instead you just take it and silently beg time to move faster.

You distract yourself by reciting an old poem you had to memorize in elementary school. You say it over and over again as the blade carves into your back. You don’t consider the meaning of the words, you just cling to them as if they were a liferaft keeping you from drowning. 

“There, now you’re one step closer to salvation,” he says as he moves the blade away from your skin.

You feel him cut away the ropes at your ankles that were keeping your legs in place. For a brief moment you feel hopeful that just maybe he’s letting you free. That hope turns to a deep despair when you feel him force your shorts further down your legs. Instantly after that he roughly forces your underwear down.

“I did what you wanted, just let me go,” you say as you try to twist your body and jerk against the restraints on your wrist. Still behind you, his arm wraps around your waist pulling your hips up against him. You can clearly feel the bulge in his pants as he presses into you.

“God made me imperfect as well.” His hand presses against the fresh cut causing you to groan as he gets covered in your blood. “And, you still must atone for your sins.” You then feel his blood stained fingers roughly probe between your legs. He’s anything but gentle as his fingers spread apart your flesh working their way inside you. An involuntary whine of discomfort escapes you as one of his fingers rams past your entrance. 

“Please…” you start to beg but don’t even know how to finish the sentence. You know he won’t stop, you know he won’t be gentle. There isn’t any request you can ask for that he’ll actually grant you. He’s clearly being driven by something that won’t respond to reason or human emotion.

He fingers you roughly and despite your discomfort your body responds in the only way it knows how to, to this type of stimulation. You start to get slightly wet which makes the physical discomfort at least a little better, however it’s still not enough to prepare you for what’s next.

You hear him unbuckle his belt and you try to brace yourself since it’s clear you can’t break free. You refuse to make it easy for him and when you feel his tip press up against you, you pull away and try to kick backwards at him.

As if this was all just some game he laughs at your struggles and simply grabs you roughly by the hips and pushes your lower back down forcing you against the table. His body presses up against you as he forces himself into your pussy. He slams his hips against you hard, getting as deep as possible and then rests there for a moment, leaning down to lick some of the blood off of your back. 

The adrenaline running through your body is a gift that dulls the pain but you still feel a burning ache inside from the unwanted intrusion. 

He pulls your hair forcing you to look towards him as much as possible as he leans down close to you. “You should be happy my brother has a special interest in you or I wouldn’t be so gentle with you,” he says and you find it hard to believe that any of this could be considered ‘gentle’.

Still holding on tight to your hair with one hand and your hip with the other he thrusts into you, causing your hips to ram into the hard edge of the table. Since it’s now obvious that he enjoys your pain you try to stay as silent as possible but some grunts and groans still slip from your lips as he forces himself into you.

He releases your hair from his grasp and reaches under you to grope your chest. An involuntary yelp releases from deep within you as he pinches your nipple.

You force yourself to not cry despite the pain. Clenching your fists tight your nails dig into your hands and you use that pain to distract yourself. But soon it’s not enough as he thrusts into you harder making the pain between your legs impossible to ignore. 

Tears start to well up at the corners of your eyes and you find yourself wishing you could wipe them away. Somehow, having him see you cry feels too violating on top of everything else.

You feel him thrust into you more erratically as both his hands grip your hips painfully tight before he suddenly stops.

Now that he’s done with you he walks over to the other side of the table and releases the cuffs on your wrists. You quickly straighten up and pull the fabric of your shredded shirt over your chest and then pull your panties and shorts back up, disgusted by the feeling of the hot liquid dripping out of you. Your wide eyes don’t move away from John, unsure what he’s planning next.

“Come on, I’ll show you your new home,” he says as he walks toward the door. Eager to leave this place of torment but unhappy about following John you freeze up for a moment. Your brain and body feel disconnected like something short-circuited within you. “Need me to carry you?” he taunts as your hesitation drags on. Your face hardens at the mention of him touching you again and you spitefully leave the room still clutching your shirt over your chest.

He leads you down a long hall in what looks like some sort of old industrial building. Your eyes stay cast to the ground not wanting to make eye contact with anyone out of fear that they could read the shame on your face. The yellow glow of overhead fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows on the floor as they hum above you. 

With armed cult members holding assault rifles everywhere it’s clear to you that now is not the time to try to escape. You pass several identical looking grey doors before he stops at one and opens it and directs you inside. The walls are all concrete painted a cream color that’s worn and chipped from age. There’s nothing in the room except a mattress in a corner on the floor covered in white sheets. The door to the room has a window with bars so you can see out into the hallway but there’s no window to the outside in the room. While looking around the room you hear the door shut behind you. As you quickly turn around another wave of panic washes over you. 

“Please don’t leave me here,” you plead as you see John locking the door.

“Don’t worry, you’ll have a visitor soon,” he smirks and then walks off. 

As the adrenaline starts to subside you feel the exhaustion growing in your body and the pain flares up. Your back burns, your wrists and hips ache, and between your legs feels raw and tender. You lay down on your side on the mattress careful to not irritate the cuts on your back. Part of you wants to scream and cry and curse out any cult members in the area who could possibly hear you but instead you let the fatigue win as you close your eyes and drift off to an anxious sleep.

Early in the day you get word that you are to go on your first mission with your new master. You listen to the details intently. You want nothing more than to do a good job and prove that you are worthy of being his padawan. 

You’re ready for this. You’re no stranger to fighting. Yet somehow it feels different. It’s your first mission without master Cera. You do your best to push away thoughts of her and focus on the present. You do your best to see your new master as a leader and nothing else.

As the transport ship takes off to its destination you meditate to focus your energy. It’s a simple mission. New intel revealed the location of a secret communications base nearby. Taking it out quietly is the goal. That’s why you and Anakin are being sent out with just Rex and a small group of clones. The base is not thought to be heavily guarded. It should be a pretty simple mission. 

As you get closer to the destination something starts to feel off to you. Before you can mention it a proximity alarm goes off in your transport ship. “Brace for impact!” You hear someone scream right before the ship is rocked and you feel it going down. Across the ship you feel Anakin using the Force trying to protect everyone from the crash. You join his efforts doing your best to create a bubble of protection around the soldiers while still holding onto the bar above your head as the ship becomes more unstable in the freefall. 

In your effort to help everyone else you neglect to make sure you are fully protected. As the ship comes down you collide hard with the durasteel wall. In a second everything goes black.

***

When you come to you are in an unfamiliar place with a splitting headache. You go to touch your head and are horrified to discover that your hands are bound together in front of you in thick metal cuffs and the smell of smoke is still on your clothes. A small room slowly comes into focus around you.

“Hey, you ok?” A familiar voice cuts through the blur of your thoughts and your pounding head.

“Where are we? What happened?” You ask desperately as you notice Anakin is kneeling in front of you and also has bulky cuffs on his hands.

“We were ambushed by a bounty hunter. Someone knew we were going to be here. Luckily for us she wants us alive. We’re in a cell on her ship now,” he explains. 

“What about the others?” You’re uncertain if it’s a good or bad sign that only the two of you are here.

“They should be ok. We got separated. I couldn’t leave you there alone.” It dawns on you that if you had just been more careful and didn’t get knocked out Anakin might not have gotten distracted enough to get captured. Your heart sinks feeling like maybe this was your fault.

“Hey, it will be ok,” he reassures you, likely feeling your sudden sadness. “All we can do now is wait for Rex to find us or for something to change and give us a chance for escape. But right now with these Force-blocking cuffs on we don’t have a lot of options. And with that injury you really should rest.” 

“You’re probably right but I don’t see how I could possibly get comfortable in this tiny metal box.” You look around the cell and assume, based on the size, that it was only designed for one prisoner at a time. The walls are stark black with no control panels and the only view to the exterior is a barred panel in the heavy metal door. Without your weapons or the Force you clearly are trapped. 

“I’ve got an idea.” He sits down up against the wall. “Come here, sit in front of me.” You assume he knows what he’s doing, he usually does, so you follow his orders. Once you sit down he reaches his arms up and over your head placing his cuffed hands in front of you. He pulls you into him and his warmth feels comforting, like being wrapped in a soft blanket. He slowly lowers his body to the floor with you leaning on him. The cuffs make it a bit awkward but it’s still better than laying on the floor. You’re able to use his shoulder as a pillow which helps your head hurt less. 

Your body still feels a little awkward so you squirm around trying to get comfortable. Your hip feels uncomfortable unless you elevate it so you rest your right leg on top of his midsection and ask “Is this ok?”

“Yeah. Whatever you need,” he reassures you. Despite the chaos around you, the uncertainty of your situation and the imminent danger you find yourself feeling safe. Anakin is like a beacon of light in the fog. You can trust that everything will work out since you have him. 

***

“Oh how cute.” You’re woken up by the bounty hunter's voice, surprised that you actually fell asleep. “It looks like we captured two love birds instead of Jedi.” She laughs wickedly behind the anonymity of her helmet. It’s only then that you notice where your leg is placed and quickly move away. As your thigh moves over his hips you feel something but maybe that’s just your imagination. However, it certainly wasn’t his lightsaber since the bounty hunter has both of your sabers attached to her belt like a trophy. 

Anakin helps you sit upright and releases you from his grasp. You’re not sure how much time has passed but at least your head is hurting less and you’re feeling more focused. Focused enough to feel a familiar presence nearby. 

“I thought Jedi were supposed to be as passionless as droids,” she muses in a mocking tone and you see her dark eyes flash towards you from the horizontal slit in her helmet. 

“You wanna see passion? How about you let the kid go and then you and I have a fair one on one fight,” he taunts.

“That macho pride nonsense won’t work on me Skywalker. I don’t care about beating you. I just care about the price on your head.” As she says that the sound of an explosion can be heard nearby. She spins around to the direction of the sound and runs off. 

The ship rocks and for a moment you worry it’s going to crash but you feel it stabilize. You hear the sound of blasters being fired nearby. The distinct odor of fire and smoldering metal fill the air. You start to get nervous thinking this tiny cell might end up being your tomb. If the ship goes down and you can’t use the Force then you really don’t have a chance of surviving. 

You hate how helpless you feel in that moment being trapped with no real options. But moments later Rex appears in front of the cell as the door opens. It seems Anakin was right to put his faith in him.

“Rex, cuffs!” Anakin yells as he puts his hands up above his head. Without missing a beat Rex shoots at the cuffs breaking them so Anakin can free himself and then free you. “I’ve got the hunter,” he says as he runs off in her direction.

“Come with me, we need to get control of the ship.” You follow Rex to the cockpit where the door is locked tight. You used the Force to pull the door open and Rex quickly shoots the pilot. Taking the controls you reroute the ship to base. It isn’t long before Anakin enters the cockpit and hands you your lightsaber back. He managed to capture the bounty hunter and will bring her back for questioning. So much for an easy first mission with your new master. But this might not be a total failure after all. If you can just get the bounty hunter to talk, maybe you can figure out how she discovered your plans. 

Feeling the need to do something you start cleaning up the area. Noticing some blood on the floor you grab a disinfectant wipe and scrub it clean. 

“You should be careful. You might want to lay low until you know no one is looking for you,” you say as Vash puts on a clean shirt. “My apartment is just above the office here. You should come up and have some dinner at least to help you heal,” you offer and he accepts on the condition that he helps you cook.    

The two of you exit the office and walk up the narrow stairway to your place. It’s a small one bedroom with a living room that blends seamlessly into an open kitchen. Most of the furniture, including the old sofa, kitchen table and book shelf were already here when you moved in after the fire.

You take both your bloody shirt and his and throw them in the bathroom sink to soak the stains out before preparing some food for the two of you. Vash tries to insist on helping you cook but you insist that he should rest his arm. In the end you win the argument but tell him that he can make it up to you by telling you stories about what he’s been up to all these years.  

As you eat at the old wooden table Vash asks you about your life since the fire and shares about some of the most entertaining adventures he’s had over the years. He tells you that the bounty on his head is just a mistake, that he hasn’t killed anyone and would rather get hurt than hurt anyone else. Of course it could just be a lie but you know it’s not. He’s been nothing but sweet and gentle around you. Plus with all those scars, he clearly has let himself get hurt instead of hurting others.  

“I never got to hear why you were in town, our conversation earlier got a bit interrupted,” you say as you put away the dishes. 

“Oh right. I was just planning on staying one night. I’m heading to JuLai… I’m looking for my brother,” he explains and you think you see a hint of sadness in his eyes. 

“Well if you don’t have anywhere else to stay you could always spend the night here. I know it’s small but…”

“You’ve already done so much for me, I couldn’t possibly bother you more,” he responds.

“It’s really not a problem,” you assure him as you smile wide at him and he smiles back bashfully at you. You wonder if the attraction you feel is mutual or if you are just projecting. You decide that since he’s only going to be here for one night you need to find out soon. “I want to show you something. You won’t need those sunglasses,” you say and direct him to follow you. 

You enter your bedroom but don’t bother turning the light on. Instead you grab an extra blanket off of your bed and open the window next to it. The two of you carefully crawl out onto the flat part of the roof right in front of the window.

With the two suns already down there’s a sharp chill to the air. You lay the blanket down on the slanted part of the roof and the two of you lay back and look up to the stars looking like millions of diamonds strewn across black velvet. A long strip of stars runs together like a river bisecting the night sky above you. Since only two of the smallest five moons are visible so far there’s hardly any moon light to interrupt the view. 

“There’s not much to do in this town but since there aren’t many lights we get a great view of the stars,” you say but find it hard to focus laying so close to Vash, the heat of his body making you want to move closer to him. This close you notice that he still smells faintly like gunpowder. 

“There,” you point to a particularly vivid cluster of stars. “I always thought that group of stars kinda looked like a thomas. It’s silly I know.”

“No, I see it,” he says. “That one there looks sorta like a woman in a really long dress.”

“You’re right,” you respond. The two of you stare up at the night sky enjoying the peace, a nice contrast from earlier in the day. You breathe in deep, the cool air filling your lungs makes you feel alert, more alive.

Vash turns and looks over at you. Feeling his eyes on you suddenly has you hyperaware of your own body.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come back here earlier to check on you,” he looks into your eyes and you get the feeling that he really means it, that he was concerned about you. “I was worried how you’d manage without your family.”

“That’s ok. I had plenty of parental figures around, I didn’t need anyone else for that role,” you explain.

“Oh,” he says as his eyes dart away from yours. You think you see disappointment flash across his face, like he was a little sad that you didn’t need him. “That’s good,” he adds quickly. 

“But I’m glad you’re here now,” you say as you place your hand over his and lean towards him. You can’t help it anymore, your need overcoming your anxiety about rejection. You gently kiss him on the lips and savor the soft, tender contact. 

“Wait,” he says as he pulls away but only slightly, so the two of you are still almost touching. “I don’t want you doing that because you think you owe me.”

“I’m not.” You run your fingers through his hair and look into his eyes. “I’ve thought about you a lot since that day. I wasn’t sure I’d ever see you again but I knew if I did… that I’d want to be with you. Vash, I want you more than I’ve wanted anything. Besides, you deserve to feel good.” He blushes at this and you get the feeling that he’s not used to people saying these sorts of things to him. 

“Well, only if you’re sure…” he says as he shyly places his hand at the curve of your waist, touching you so delicately like he’s afraid he could break you. You inch even closer to him.

“I’m very sure,” you kiss him again and this time you feel him relax and kiss you back. His lips part allowing you to explore his mouth with your tongue. His shyness starts to fade and he matches your passion kissing you more aggressively as his hand at your waist grips you and pulls you towards him. You wrap your leg over his so the two of you are intertwined. Pressed up against him you can feel his heart beat against you.

Gently you encourage him to roll on his back and you straddle his hips. You stop kissing him and your hands go to lift the hem of his shirt.

“You want to… here?” he asks in that cute nervous way of his and you can’t help but giggle. 

“We could go back into my room if you want. I just figured since no one can see us and it’s so nice out…”

“This works,” he says with a sly smile and helps you lift his shirt off over his head. 

“Careful,” You say as you notice him wince a bit while moving his arm. You lean down and kiss his neck, “I don’t want you to have to do anything, ok? Let me take care of you.”

“You’re too good to me,” he responds.

“You deserve it,” you whisper against his ear as you trail kisses from his neck down his chest. You slowly grind your hips against his and he moans from the stimulation as you feel his length grow underneath you. 

Sitting upright again you pull your shirt off exposing your skin to the cool night air. Vash watches intently as you remove your bra.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says quietly as his hand goes up to caress your skin trailing from your neck down to your chest. While he softly swipes his thumb around your nipple you undo the tie at the side of your wrap skirt and remove it so you are just in your panties. 

You press your body up against his as you kiss him again. Touching him feels absolutely addictive and your body aches for more contact. You kiss the scars on his chest and you start to undo his pants. You feel his hand carefully brush through your hair.

“There’s something I should tell you…” he starts hesitantly. You stop what you are doing and run your hands back up his chest and smile tenderly at him.

“What is it? Are you ok, are you in pain?” you suddenly worry that all this physical activity might be too much. 

“Oh, no, it’s not that. There’s something most people don’t know about me… I just don’t want you to freak out later…” he stumbles around what he wants to say, clearly unsure how to say it.

As the air starts to feel colder you pull the edge of the soft blanket up and wrap it over the both of you. ”It’s ok Vash, there isn’t anything you could say that would upset me. I’m sure of it,” you assure him.

“Have you seen a plant before?” he asks, which has you seriously curious about how this relates to him.

“Yeah, but just a couple of times,” you respond.

“I… I know I don’t look like it, but I’m actually a type of plant… not a human,” he pauses clearly looking to see how you’ll react. You give him a gentle smile which seems to give him the confidence to continue. “My body looks like any other human body except there are certain times, like during…  where something, uh, unusual happens to my skin. It kinda glows and I get the same markings that you see on plants.”

“Oh wow, that sounds cool!” you say with genuine excitement. 

“Really?” You see a mix of surprise and relief spread across his face.  

“Yeah, that’s amazing. I’ve always thought plants were beautiful. Maybe that’s why you’re so beautiful,” you say as you caress the side of his face and play with is hair.

“Thank you,” he says quietly while a slight redness creeps across his face. “I don’t normally get this close to people because I’m never sure how they’ll react,” he says while looking down and you get the feeling that he’s had some negative responses to him being a plant. You lean down and embrace him kissing the crook of his neck.

“Well, I think you’re wonderful and the fact that you’re a plant just makes you even more interesting.” You feel his prosthetic hand caress your back and despite the hard metal his touch is delicate and comforting. 

You gently grind your hips against him and feel him press back against you. While kissing him you carefully undo his pants, reaching your hand in them to stroke his dick. His body jerks at the sudden contact and you feel him lightly bite your bottom lip. The sensation of him responding to your touch has you so excited your wetness starts to soak through your panties.  

You pull away from kissing him and move down his body, running your tongue down his abs while looking up at him. The anticipation in his eyes is priceless. He watches you closely as you tease his cock with just the tip of your tongue, a gasp escaping his lips once you get to the tip. Part of you wants to tease him more but you can’t wait any longer, you're dying to feel him inside of you. With both hands on either side of his hips you take his dick into your mouth, massaging it with your tongue and lips. You work your way up and down getting so much pleasure out of every little moan and inadvertent thrust of hips. 

Once you can’t wait any longer you slip off your panties and straddle him again. You guide him in you, slowly pressing down until he’s deep inside. You take a deep breath out, as if making more room for him, but your walls instinctively tighten against him making him squirm under you. 

With your hands on his chest to steady yourself you lift your hips up and down feeling his cock fill you up. You notice the way his eyes scan your body and seem to sparkle under the starlight. You’ve imagined this moment so many times yet somehow you never imagined it could be this perfect. 

The cool night air starts to get even colder so you lean down positioning your body close to his for heat and rock your hips against him. You feel him kiss your neck and your moaning starts to get louder as you get closer to losing control.

And then out of the corner of your eye you see it. You notice a slight white glow. There on Vash’s face are the geometric shapes he mentioned, the same ones plants have, glowing on his skin. It’s beautiful, you think, like starlight. 

You rock your hips faster and you feel Vash underneath you thrusting into you to get as deep as possible. The pleasure builds up between your legs and releases in waves throughout your body. As your muscles spasm around his dick you feel him reach his peak as well. His hips jerk violently against you and feel him bite the side of your neck, moaning deeply as he releases into you. 

As the glowing design on his skin starts to fade away you kiss him deeply once more, neither one of you wanting to move. Now with the night growing exceptionally cold Vash has the blanket pulled around you tight holding you close to him. 

“We should probably go inside,” you sigh into his chest. “And now I’ve got more laundry to do,” you say with a chuckle as you realize what a mess your blanket is about to be.

“Sorry about that,” Vash says with a little laugh.

“You shouldn’t be sorry for anything,” you say as you start to get up. The harsh shock of the cold air wakes you from your post orgasm daze. Both you and Vash quickly throw on your clothes and go back through the window. 

You suggest the two of you shower together and he’s quick to agree. Pointing the shower head down you are careful to avoid getting his bandage or prosthetic arm too wet. You savor another excuse to have your hands all over Vash as you help him wash up and he seems just as happy with the situation.   

You offer Vash your bed and suggest that you sleep on the sofa if he would be more comfortable in the small bed by himself. Afterall, he’s injured and you want to make sure he can sleep well. But he insists he’d sleep better with you next to him so the two of you crawl into your small double bed together with him behind spooning you, his injured arm draped over your waist.

“Do you really have to leave tomorrow?” you ask, not hiding the hint of sadness in your voice. 

“Yeah. There's something important I need to take care of,” he says with a heaviness that lets you know it’s a serious matter.

“Would you want company?” you suggest even though you know it’s probably not practical. 

“I couldn’t ask you to come with me. I don’t want to put you in any danger. Plus it seems like people need you here. You’re learning important skills.” He kisses the back of your neck and his hand reaches out to interlace his fingers with yours. “How about when I’m done I come back here and stay for a while?”

“I’d like that. But don’t take too long this time. If you do, I'll have to come find you.”

“It’s a deal then,” he responds. “No matter what happens I'll come find you or you’ll come find me.”

You had tried to help your mother who was still in the kitchen attempting to put out the flames. But as the fire spread throughout the restaurant it quickly weakened the support beams in the ceiling. The old building never stood a chance. You heard a loud crack but before you could even look to see what made that sound the wooden beam was falling from above, trapping you underneath. 

When you realized you could no longer see your parents your fear intensified. Flames and smoke were suddenly all that filled your vision.

You tried to scream for help but the air was too dry and the smoke burned your throat causing you to cough violently instead. It became harder to see through the dark clouds surrounding you but you could feel the weight of the beam holding you down. The whole room was unbearably hot but that didn’t stop you from noticing a burning sensation crawling up your right leg. The wood pinning you down must have caught on fire. Your desperation rises. 

As the burning intensifies you do your best to free yourself. You try pushing it off of you but it’s too heavy and you’re weak from a lack of oxygen. You keep struggling, refusing to give up and you manage to make some progress. You can feel the rough wood scrapping against your flesh as little by little you pull your leg up. But it’s not enough and you know it. You keep struggling because it’s all you can do but each movement feels weaker and weaker. You know it won’t be enough as the hypoxia starts to darken your vision. 

Suddenly you feel something behind you. Large hands grab under your arms, pulling you free from the fiery trap. Your leg hurts much more as the blood flow starts to come back but a sense of relief washes over you as you realize you are being saved. Instinctively you cling tightly to this stranger as he brings you out of the cloud of smoke.

The bright sunlight feels blinding, the lack of oxygen disorienting. You cough repeatedly and painfully as your diaphragm spasms uncontrollably. 

“I’m gonna get you to a doctor,” the man holding you informs you as he runs away from the fire. 

“But, my parents,” you manage to get out between coughs.

“You were the last one in there,” he says without stopping. 

The local doctor, Dr. Luna, is an older woman who is also the town veterinarian. The man carrying you barges into her office screaming that it’s an emergency which makes you feel a bit self conscious. Sure you were just in a fire but you’re safe now. 

However, it isn’t until he sets you down on the cold exam table that you see just how bad your leg looks and you feel faint. You start to fall backwards on the table but he catches you so you don’t hit your head and lays you down. As the doctor examines your leg the stranger who brought you here holds onto your hand. He has both of his hands clasping yours and you notice one of them feels odd. It’s then that you notice his left arm is made of metal. It’s completely robotic from his hand up to the base of his shoulder.

“You’re going to be ok. The doctor will take care of you,” he says looking down at you with gentle eyes and a soft smile. He goes to release your hand but you squeeze it harder.

“Wait,” you say but are unsure how to finish your sentence. (maybe add more here about feeling afraid/in pain) You’re not even sure what you want from him but you know you don’t want him to leave just yet. He seems to understand and keeps holding your hand.

“I need to start an IV,” the nurse next to you tells you as she grabs your other arm to start a line. You feel a pinch and then cool liquid flowing into your body, it makes you shiver slightly.

The stranger with the lovely blue-green eyes peeking out from behind his orange sunglasses asks for your name so you tell him. 

“I’m Vash. It’s lucky I was visiting your town today,” he says with a smile that could make your heart stop. He distracts you while the doctor and nurse attend to your badly injured leg. The pain no longer bothers you now that the medication has kicked in but the situation itself is overwhelming. You came extremely close to not making it out. But there’s one question still on your mind.

“Vash, when you were in there rescuing me, did you see anyone else?” You worry that you already know the answer. “My parents were there…” 

“I’m sorry. You were the only one alive in there,” his voice is filled with emotion, like he’s feeling the pain this will cause you.

Your eyes tear up but between the drugs and the adrenaline in your system you find yourself unable to cry.

“Do you have somewhere you can go?” he asks. You nod as you think of the neighbors your parents were friendly with. Surely one of them would be willing to help you out.

“You can stay here for now, dear,” Dr Luna interjects. “After all, you are going to need to rest that leg for a bit. It’s fractured so you’ll need to stay off of it until it heals.”

“Thank you,” you say to Dr. Luna who’s finishing up bandaging your leg. “And thank you, Vash, for everything.”

***

Chapter 1 - Lie Low

You duck into the bar just to get some water and get out of the late afternoon suns for a bit. Out of the corner of your eye a flash of red alerts you and draws you in. Time practically stops when you turn and spot him. He looks exactly the same and for a moment you think it’s a hallucination, that you are just dehydrated and your mind is showing you what you want to see. 

But sure enough it’s him in his long red jacket and orange sunglasses. You’d recognise his soft features and spiky blond hair anywhere. Plus you’ve never seen another person with a full metal arm like his, you know it has to be him.

You’re surprised to see him sitting alone at a table all the way to the back of the bar. How can someone so attractive be alone? You wonder. It takes almost all your willpower to force yourself to stop staring and actually go walk over to his table. 

“Hi Vash,” you start nervously as he looks up at you. “I don’t know if you remember me, but you saved my life about 5 years ago.” His eyes search your face and just getting that much attention from him has your heart beating like a humming bird’s wings. “It was the burning building…”

“Of course! It’s so good to see you.” He smiles that same big smile that he gave you before once he took you to safety. That smile that’s so warm it makes you feel like you’re melting. “You’ve certainly grown up,” he adds and the comment makes you feel a warmth rise to your face.

“I can never repay you for what you did for me but at least let me buy you a drink,” you suggest as you take the empty seat across from him. Once you get the waitress’s attention you order a drink for him and yourself. 

His voice is soft with a lyrical quality that makes him seem so gentle. You’ve heard all the rumors about how dangerous he is but you can’t believe them. How could someone who saved your life and seems so sweet be the dangerous monster the rumours make him out to be? 

“So what are you doing in this town?” you ask.

“I’m just passing through on my way to…” he pauses suddenly as his attention is drawn to the front of the bar. Three men with bandanas partly covering their faces had walked in and you get a bad feeling about the situation. The man in front of the other two wearing a long brown coat lifts his arms to reveal a large shotgun which he points at the bartender. 

“This is a robbery!” The man yells and the two other guys point handguns towards the people in the bar. “Put all your valuables on the table and no one has to die!”

The bartender drops the glass he was holding to put his hands up which causes a woman to scream. The shorter man with a handgun spins around quickly and points his gun at the terrified woman. The tension in the bar gets even worse when an older man at the table next to yours stands up.

“I ain’t giving you nothin’,” the old drunk declares as he sways in front of his table . 

“Wrong move,” says one of the gunmen as he aims at the drunk.

Just then you feel Vash grab your arm and pull you down as he flips the table in front of you. The commotion seems to distract the robbers just long enough for Vash to draw his gun. You hear several shots and a few people scream but can’t see what’s going on. You reach for the small gun under your skirt strapped to your thigh and carefully look around the side of the table to see if Vash needs help. 

To your surprise you see that the two men who had handguns are already disarmed and Vash is pointing his gun at the leader with the shotgun.

“How about you boys leave and never come back and we don’t have to find out who’s a quicker shot?” he suggests. The two unarmed robbers run out without wasting a second. 

“Who do you think you are?” yells the one remaining robber gruffly with his gun still pointed towards Vash. 

“Why, no one told you? I’m just the dangerous outlaw with $$60 billion on his head. You really think you can take me all by yourself?” Vash says this so casually it’s hard to believe it’s true. The robber stares for a moment before lowering his gun and running out.

The bar is eerily quiet as you holster your gun, grab Vash’s large duffle bag that he left by the table and quickly run over to him. “You ok?” you ask when you see what looks like a bullet hole in his jacket. 

“Yeah, mostly,” he responds in a surprisingly light-hearted way for someone who was clearly just shot. 

“Come on,” you grab him by his robotic arm and pull him out of the bar before the people in there have a chance to consider what just happened. “You really shouldn’t have outed yourself back there,” you warn as you remove your white linen overshirt leaving you in just your light blue tank top. You hastily tie it on his arm above the bullet wound to slow the bleeding before directing him away from the bar.  “Do you have any idea how poor this town is? Most of those people would kill their brother for a shot at your bounty.”

“Well it got that guy to go away without me having to shoot him,” Vash reasons. You look behind you to see if anyone is following as you both duck between two buildings taking the long way to your destination. You realize that you’re still holding Vash’s metal hand and leading him around like a child which feels silly so you abruptly let go.

“Well you’re lucky, I know a back way to the doctor’s office so hopefully no one will notice us going there,” you say as you lead the way. You cut through a narrow alley that is empty except for a few trash bins. As you walk around to the backside of the doctor’s office the only people in sight are two small kids throwing a ball against the wall and they take no interest in you. 

“It doesn’t look like anyone’s here,” Vash says as he looks in the dark building. The same building he took you to five years ago.

“The doctor isn’t in on weekends. But that’s ok, I can help you,” you say as you unlock the door with your spare key. 

“Last I knew you were a kid and now you’re a doctor?” Vash teases you as he closes the door behind you both. 

“Hey, I’m the best doctor you’re going to get around here!” You leave the main light off and walk down to the exam room and turn that light on. It flickers a few times before the room is filled with a warm yellow glow bouncing off the dingy white walls. The room is small with just an exam table, a stool, a sink and some cabinets for supplies. You’ve never noticed it before but with just you and Vash in the room it feels oddly intimate. 

“After you saved me I ended up staying with Dr. Luna and learned some of the basics from her. I’m not exactly a doctor yet but I can certainly check out your wound and see if we need to get a real doctor in here,” you reassure him. “I’ve helped with plenty of stitches and gun wounds before.” 

Vash carefully removes his long red coat and sits down on the exam table as you wash your hands and grab the supplies that you need. 

“I’ll need you to either remove your shirt or I can cut it if it hurts too much to take it off,” you say as you walk over to him. He looks hesitant for a moment but then removes his black long sleeve shirt. You try not to look startled when you see various scars all over his body and titanium metal plates reinforcing his elbow and upper shoulder. It wouldn’t be good bedside manner after all to make a person feel self-conscious about their body and you certainly don’t want to do that to Vash. It’s hard not to wonder though why he has so many scars. 

“Uh, you’re really tall, do you mind laying down?” you ask, realizing you can’t see the wound well since it’s on his upper arm. He chuckles at your request and gets in a better position for you laying down on the table. This allows you to sit down and be basically eye level with the area you need to treat.

“Looks like you got lucky, it’s just a graze. I can stitch that up for you,” you say as you prep the local anesthetic. After giving Vash the shot you clean the wound and carefully sew it up. You were so focused on your work that you didn’t notice Vash watching you intently the whole time.

“Thanks. You’re really good at that, you know,” he says and his soft voice makes you smile. It makes you very happy to help him out like this, clearly he needs someone looking out for him.

“Have you done some of your own stitches?” you ask as you put ointment and a bandage over the area to prevent infection.

“Is it that obvious?” he asks with a nervous chuckle and you worry that you’ve made him feel awkward. 

“No, not really. Just that one looks a little rough” you say as you run your fingers over a scar on his chest that’s raised and with jagged edges. He blushes a little at the contact which you find cute but also makes you feel self-conscious so you quickly move your hand away.  

“Well, thank you for taking care of this one for me,” he says as he sits up and runs his hand through his hair giving you a sheepish smile. You inadvertently bite your lower lip and look away from him. Something about the way he's looking at you makes you feel weak and is too much to take right now.  

The day goes by much like the last. The two of you play cards again because there isn’t much else to do. You aren’t expecting much conversation from him again which is why you are surprised when he asks you, “So what happened to you anyway? Why did you have to leave your home so suddenly?”

“I’m not even sure what the full story is,” you admit. “My parents were doing some job for the Hutt family and something went wrong. They were able to get a message to me telling me to get off world immediately… and that they would not be able to come back…” your words trail off not wanting to go into more detail.

“So they just left their child alone and in danger?” he asks, sounding concerned.

“It wouldn’t have been safe for them to come back. Plus, I’m not as young as I look,” you say with a slight defensive air.

“Well you look like you’re 19 at most,” he guesses. 

“What? No!” you say in an exaggerated way. “I’m actually almost 20,” you manage to say with a mostly straight face.

“Ah,” he lets out a small chuckle. “My mistake.” You win this hand and go to shuffle the deck.

“I’m sure you were doing more dangerous things at my age anyway.” You wonder if he’ll take the bait and talk about himself or not.

“Yeah, well, my way of life isn’t for everyone,” is his only response. You play a few more hands before getting hungry. This time when you go to eat and feed the kid you offer to do so down in the cargo area so he can eat up in the cockpit. He seems to appreciate the offer. You make it clear that I’ll take your time and not enter unannounced so he doesn’t have to feel rushed.

It doesn’t take long for you to finish your food and find yourself bored again. You go through your things in your pack but that just makes you feel forlorn. You had to leave so much behind and your parents didn’t even tell you the full story. You have no idea if it was their fault or just bad luck. But Mando was right, they did leave you behind to save themselves. You certainly didn’t want them to come to harm just to help you but part of you was still upset that they didn’t try harder. You find yourself looking at a holo of them and trying not to cry. Suddenly you feel something on your leg. The kid had walked over to you and was giving you a hug. It’s strange, it’s almost like he knows you’re upset.

“Well aren’t you a little sweetie,” you say picking him up. You walk back and forth in the cargo area rocking him gently until he falls asleep. 

“Hey,” you knock on the wall just outside the cockpit.

“Come in,” he calls back. 

“Your little buddy is asleep in the cradle down there. I was gonna get some rest too,” you let him know.

“Mind if I join you again?” he asks.

“You know I don’t mind,” you respond in a very matter of fact way. In fact you are glad you don’t have to be alone, even if that company is still mostly a mystery to you.

This time when the two of you go to lay down together he puts his arm around you without you having to prompt him. This little sign of affection makes you smile. It also makes you curious about something. “I’d like to ask you something, but you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” You pause, not really expecting a response. “Since you can’t take off your helmet, are you allowed to have a spouse or, you know, sleep with anyone?”

You can feel his body tense at this question. The silence feels awkward and eternal while you wait for him to speak. 

“To take my helmet off would mean giving up my way of life. I wouldn’t be able to put it back on,” he says and you feel like you detect a hint of sadness in his voice. 

“But just your helmet? Could you take off your gloves?” you wonder aloud, genuinely curious how his customs work. 

“Yes,” he says it slowly and deliberately, but softly as if he’s afraid to admit it. 

You roll your body around to face him. You look directly at his visor where you suspect his eyes are. The black mirror surface shows you only your own eyes. You run one hand gently down the side of his helmet, then down his chest plate. You take one of his glove-covered hands in yours and ask “Can I?”

He nods in agreement. You gently slip off his glove, bring his hand to your face and kiss his palm. He gently touches the side of your face and neck but seems too shy to go further. The warmth of his touch is such a nice contrast to the stark cold of outer space.

You sit up and guide him onto his back before taking off his other glove. You rest your hands on his belt buckle. “Is this ok?” You ask in almost a whisper. 

“Yes,” he quietly answers back, matching your tone. You gently remove his belt and slide your hands up under his shirt feeling his hard abs as you move to straddle him. There isn’t much room so you have to lean forward close to him instead of sitting all the way up. His hands make it to either side of your waist as he starts to touch you back. You slowly guide his hands up under your shirt until he’s caressessing your breasts. You let him keep touching you as you remove your shirt. 

Your hands move back to him as you touch him over his clothes. You can feel his excitement growing as you gently rub the bulge in his pants. Slowly you slide your fingers under the waist band. “Do you want me to keep going?” You ask.

“Yes,” he says more forcefully this time. You undo his pants and carefully release his hard dick. He’s very sensitive to your touch, you hear him gasp and feel him shift under you. Moving your body down you position yourself so that your face is right next to his eager cock. He sits up slightly so he can watch. You smile up at him and ever lightly trail the tip of your tongue up his shaft. He quietly moans as you let him enter your mouth.

Since he’s a virgin you assume he’s very sensitive and you go easy on him. You don’t go too fast or too hard but you do take him all the way in the back of your throat as deep as possible. As he gets more comfortable with you he reaches one hand around the back of your head and directs you to go a little faster as you work up and down his length with your mouth. You hum a little in delight and feel him squirm from the vibration. You love how reactive he is, knowing he’s so turned on gets you even more excited.

At this point you are touching yourself over your panties and are aching to feel him between your legs. You pull back from him, releasing his cock from your mouth, your saliva dripping down it. “I wanna fuck you,” you say looking up at him with wide, egar eyes like a hungery animal ready to devore him.

“I wanna fuck you too,” he says grabbing you under both arms and pulling you up on top of him. You let out a squeal of excitement at the sudden surprise of him lifting you and give him a big playful smile. Instead of trying to awkwardly remove your skirt and panties in such a small space you decide to keep them on and just move your panties aside and let his thick cock slide into you. Despite being very wet it still feels like a tight fit stretching your body to accommodate his size. You both let out a moan as you push down while he lifts his hips to get as deep as possible inside you. You move slowly at first focusing on how he responds to you and loving the little sounds escaping from him.

He grabs your hips as you rock back and forth, letting the pressure build up inside you. His hands grip you harder as he guides you to move faster and you know that neither of you will last much longer. You grip his shoulders so hard that your hands start to hurt but you barely notice as you reach your peak. You moan deeply and almost collapse on top of him letting most of your weight rest on his chest while still writhing against him. He rocks his hips faster and more erratically. You feel him swell up and burst inside you. The two of you lay there for a moment breathing deeply and as you regain your energy. You kiss the side of his helmet thinking about how much you wish you could look into his eyes and kiss him deeply. 

“Wake up!” I hear a voice pierce through the darkness and confusion of my half conscious state. As my eyes blink open I see that I’m in a fairly small, stark room with durasteel grey walls. The pain in my head and aching in my muscles makes it hard to focus on anything beyond the blurry sea of grey around me.

Suddenly a man in white armour holding a weapon comes into focus in front of me. Instinctively I try to run away just to painfully discover that my ankles and wrists are bound as I jerk against the hard metal restraints.

“What th…where am I?” I ask as I try to recall how I got here. Images of people running and fires raging flash through my mind but it feels more like a bad dream than a memory. The only proof it was real is the lingering scent of smoke still clinging to me.

“You’re in the interrogation chamber on an Imperial vessel. You’ve been brought in for questioning on the whereabouts of a fugitive Jedi that was seen hiding out in your settlement. Tell me what you know about the fugitive,” he demands. I understand all the words he says but it takes a moment for my brain to put the pieces together. 

“I never saw a Jedi there… but I didn’t live there,” I start. “I…I was just passing through.” 

“You must know something,” he insists and steps up so close it feels like he’s about to touch me. I shift uncomfortably against my restraints.

When did I arrive? I think to myself. “I swear I had only been there a few days…” I try to explain but it doesn’t seem to help much.

“If you don’t tell the truth your situation will get much worse,” he interrupts. He leans in close and warns, “You don’t want him coming in to question you, just talk now.” Even through the modulator in his helmet I can hear an earnest concern in his voice and a sense of urgency. 

“I would tell you if I could but I really don’t know who you are talking about,” I plead. He sighs and leaves the room. Now that he’s gone I look around and realize that I’m bound to some type of metal slab. It looks like a table but it’s tilted upwards forcing me to stand up with my wrists shackled up at either side of my head and my ankles bound below. Struggling is clearly useless.

Some time goes by and the boredom becomes it's own type of torture as I wonder if they have forgotten about me. Then the doors hiss and slide open once again. This time an exceptionally tall man in black armour with a long black cloak enters. I shiver as the room grows colder and my fear rises. 

He wastes no time getting to the point. “You were found among a group of suspected rebels who had been harboring the Jedi, Obi Wan Kenobi. If you want to live you will tell me where to find him,” he says in a deep voice that seems to echo off the metal walls. It’s almost more startling than his appearance. 

“I’m sorry but I really don’t know who that is and I had no idea those people were rebels, I was only…” as he raises his hand up towards me I can no longer speak. Panic sets in as I feel pain around my throat and a lack of air in my lungs. It's only then that I understand just how dire my situation is. This terrifying man must be the Sith Lord who's hunting the Jedi. He certainly won't believe or care that I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

”If you don’t have the information I need then there’s no use keeping you alive. The rest of the settlement is dead. You can join them.” He loosens his invisible grip on my neck just enough to allow me to speak. My mind desperately races trying to come up with ways to survive this seemingly hopeless situation but fear and exhaustion create a thick fog making it hard to think. 

“I don’t have information but I can still be useful to you.” Oh god, this must be my dumbest idea yet, I think to myself. 

“What use could you be?” he questions. 

“If you don’t kill me I’ll do whatever you want. You’ll have my complete loyalty and obedience. Please. I know your reputation, people are afraid of you, that must get lonely.” I feel the invisible hand starting to close around my neck again and I barely manage to get out my next sentence. “Everyone…needs… some comfort… sometimes.” The constriction is suddenly gone and I greedily inhale air as if it’s the last chance I’ll get which feels very possible. I can’t tell if he’s either considering my offer or just plain thrown off or offended by my behavior. 

“What game are you playing? Do you really think you can trick me into letting you out?” His voice sounds metallic and cold behind the helmet covering his face and for a moment I worry that I’m talking to a droid.

“You don’t even have to risk letting me free. Look, you can clearly kill me at any time. However, if you let me live I’ll do whatever you want. But if you’re that set on killing me you could at least fuck me first and then kill me.” I can barely believe my own words as they escape my mouth but all the fear induced adrenaline seems to have taken over my brain.  

“Why would you suggest that?” His confusion sounds genuine. 

“I’d rather not die but if I’m going to die I’d like to feel something before it happens.” The way he stares at me is terrifying and makes me feel like I should explain myself more. “I travel alone, it’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone… think of it like a last request.”

Behind that mask is a complete mystery. I have no idea if he is taking my suggestion into consideration or just thinking of ways to kill me. 

After what feels like eons he reaches out one of his gloved hands and touches my face. The soft leather moves down to my neck. I try my best not to flinch and instead try to hold his gaze looking where his eyes would be. His hand trails down my breast over my shirt and I let out an involuntary sigh. 

He doesn’t say a word as he lets my wrists free. With my ankles still shackled I can’t move too much but it still feels better having some freedom. In one quick motion he removes my shirt leaving me topless. The chill in the room already has my nipples erect. He moves close to me as he gropes my chest. I reach out to him, placing both hands at the sides of his thighs and slide one inwards to rub the bulge in his pants. Apparently I must have offended him or he just doesn’t trust me because he quickly grabs my wrists and locks them back up leaving me exposed and helpless. 

Still staring at me he removes one of his gloves and then unbuttons his pants. Even though I’m the one who suggested this I suddenly find myself afraid to acknowledge what’s about to happen and I feel my heart rate increase. But I don’t want to show fear so I keep looking at those black, lifeless eyes. 

I feel his hands reach up under my skirt. His body leans up against mine pressing my back into the hard metal behind me. As he moves my panties aside to push himself into me I feel my body stretch to accommodate him. There’s a moment of pain as he enters me because I wasn’t ready for it and he feels rather large. We both groan at the sensation. 

I shift my hips as much as I can while bound to this awful interrogation device but my movement is severely limited especially with him leaning against me. However, as he thrusts into me I’m able to rock my hips slightly making it feel better. 

He reaches a hand behind my back and rakes his nails down my skin causing me to lurch forward against the restraints. It’s as if he doesn’t want me getting any pleasure out of this. His other hand grips my hip hard. Beneath the leather of his glove his hand feels rigid and unyielding. It reminds me of a rumor that I heard about him, Darth Vader, the man who is half machine. Maybe it’s more than a rumor.

I try to hold it in but a cry of pain escapes me when he rakes my back a second time right in the same spot. Based on his reaction to that sound I figure he doesn’t want me to act strong, he wants me to be weak. And maybe if I give him what he wants I have a better shot of living after this. I moan and whimper as he thrusts harder and digs his nails into my flesh. The combination of pain and fear has tears forming at the corners of my eyes but I refuse to cry. 

I close my eyes and let myself get lost in the darkness. There’s a certain freedom in having all choices taken away from you. I can’t fight back so I submit. I ignore the painful red burning sensation building up on my skin and focus on him fucking me. As I get wet it becomes more pleasurable than painful. Maybe he notices this because he starts fucking me harder as if he’s trying to make it hurt. 

Maybe it’s all the adrenaline from the fear but I discover the roughness doesn’t bother me and actually feels good. The intensity of the situation gives me an odd pleasure and I find myself enjoying it more than I would have thought possible. Even with him thrusting into me like he’s trying to break me I can feel the ecstasy building up inside. 

As I start to orgasm he pulls my hair hard. I scream and open my eyes to see him staring down at my face. The sudden jolt back into reality is jarring but not enough to stop me from getting off. I feel my muscles tighten and my body spasm as he forces me to look up at him. Right after I feel the sudden warmth of him cumming inside me. His already loud breathing sounds even louder now. For a moment he stays looming over me giving me the sensation of being even more trapped, it makes me feel small and insignificant. And then, as if nothing abnormal had just happened, he pulls away from me, fixes his pants and puts his glove back on.

“For now you’ll stay in a prison cell in case you remember something useful about your time with the rebels.” He releases the restraints around my now sore wrists and ankles and I quickly put my shirt back on. He grabs a set of handcuffs and places them on my wrists before leading me out of the room. I feel my face grow warm as two stormtroopers pass us down the long hall. I’m probably being paranoid but I get the feeling that anyone who looks at me can tell what just happened. 

When we reach the prison cell he pushes me in and then removes the handcuffs. He leaves without saying a word. There’s a small hard cot in the cell attached to the far wall and on it a change of clothes. I figure there’s no point in asking the guard to leave so I just get changed despite the audience. 

The events of the past 18 hours or so have caught up with me and I feel exhausted and overwhelmed. With nowhere to go I figure I might as well get some rest and then later I can plot my escape.