Friday Flash Fiction #20

The Jedi's Slave: Decisions

Lara followed the young Lieutenant back to the council chambers. Jar Gon strode to meet him, and the two began talking animatedly. Jar Gon looked at her, a strange expression on his face. He turned and walked slowly back to the leader, bending and whispering in his ear for a long time. The leader stood and addressed the group of nine Jedi assembled.

“Lara must be made aware of her capabilities. Jar Gon. Explain to her the choices.”

He nodded

“Reconvene later we will.”

They were both quiet on the trip home. Lara was positive that she was in for a whipping.

As they stood in the living room she began to cry.

“Just get it over with.”

Jar Gon appeared astonished.

“This has nothing to do with that. It seems you have some abilities that I never realized”

Lara stopped crying.

“What?”

“It seems that your midichlorian count is higher than most Jedi. I’m not in your league”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that if the council so decides you could be sent for training tomorrow morning.”

Lara started to speak, but he placed his finger over her mouth.

“You also have the unusual combination of reflexes and thought processes that make an outstanding starfighter pilot – they don’t come down the pike very often”

She shook her head.

‘And finally, you have the unique option of being a bridge between the Jedi and the sisterhood. You would continue to live here with me, continue to play the same role, but you would report to the council as an extraordinary member.”

“And do my feelings matter at all?”

“Of course they do. That is why I have given your options. My feelings, unfortunately, do not matter”

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That evening she looked over at him.

“Master – if I have this high whatever count, what does it mean”

“It means that you can, with training, harness the force better than most of us Jedi”

She thought a moment, then giggled. A second later Jar Gon found himself laying naked above her.

“Put. Me. Down.”

She giggled again , then eased off her nightwear. He felt aroused by seeing her unclothed, but a second later an even greater reason presented itself. He felt as if his organ was in the sweetest lips ever felt, though she was not touching him. He hardened even more, almost embarrassed.

“Stop that”

Slowly he was lowered between her open thighs, pulled within her.

“Do you want to let go of me now?”

“Oh. Sorry Master”

As she felt him begin to thrust within her, her mind began to fade into a blue mist. She smiled as her passion rose

“I could get used to this.”