Friday Flash Fiction #26

The Jedi's Slave: Padawan's First Adventure

The ship's engines rumbled, resonating in Lara's mind. She was on a mission with Jar Gon - a real mission as his Padawan. She was excited - she had never left her home planet. Her job was to watch and learn - nothing more. Still, it was an honor. She reached down again and touched her lightsaber - it was still there! Jar Gon looked over and saw her. He smiled, then turned back to the reports from Mangus, a dumply planet famous for mining obscure metals needed by the Republic's industries. After a moment she did the same.

She thought about the last few weeks - her training progressed, but she'd had difficulty with the blind sessions. She could avoid attacks, but she couldn't find Ben Kor to strike.She tried falling back on her feelings and was amazed to see his figure outlined in the yellow-orange of hatred. She slipped behind him and struck him repeatedly until he surrendered. After three more bouts with the same result the lights came up and the leaders eyes were twinkling

"Good senses you have, Lara. An excellent swordswoman you will be. Your capabilities are better than the force alone."

She had gone through the ceremony naming her a Padawan. She'd received her lightsaber, one of few women to do so.

She tried to focus on the reports but a vision kept interrupting. In the distant future she saw herself and Jar Gon on the jigsaw peaks of a mountain range fighting for their lives. She shivered, wondering what lay ahead.

Firday Flash Fiction #25

The Jedi's Slave: The Power of Mind

A glow suffused Lara's being. After the gentle passion with Angaa she'd pulled herself together to return to training. The afternoon was a mental challenge. It was the first time she had to try – in a world of darkness, black as coal, she had to engage a Jedi and avoid his training light saber. While not fatal, when it hit her it stung – badly. And it did not help that the young one who disliked her – Ben Kor – clearly enjoyed the process. He was her training partner. One thing that betrayed him was his anger – she could sense it as if it were visible. Again and again she avoided his blows. At the end she was worn down and his final blow caught her on the back of her thighs – she cried out and the pride was clear in his voice.

“For the Win!”

The lights came up and the leader stood. She was still rubbing the sore spot as he complimented her. She winced and shook her head.

“I can do better” she gritted. She did not want him to think her a tempermental female, easily beaten.

Ben Kor smiled.

“When you are ready”

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That night she lay with Jar Gon, drained after lovemaking.

“Master, I have something to share with you”

“Yes little one?”

“Master beause of the rosewater I now enjoy the touch of a woman. A lot. Are you angry with me?”

He smiled.

“Of course not. I just wondered when you were going to tell me...”

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This weekend not only did I have to work, but I had two down computers - one hardware failure, the other a nasty virus. Should any of you encounter the SecurityTool virus the latest version is really nasty - took over the whole machine. It took all day Sunday and much of this morning to get it wiped out...

Firday Flash Fiction #24

The Jedi's Slave: Reconciliation

The summons had been brief.

"We have not seen you for a while. Please honor us with your presence."

Lara knew it was the right thing to do, scary though it was. She requested an autocar to take her to the Ordelian ambassador's residence. Angaa rushed out to greet her, hugging like old friends.

"It has been weeks. We've missed you. How can we grow..."

Lara interrupted her.

"There have been new developments. We must talk":

"Of course - come in child"

They walked in together.

Lara began.

"You must realize that I now have to live in two worlds. First, in yours, the world of the sisterhood..."

"Of course. That is why..."

"Listen. They have tested me.It seems that I have the midichlorian levels to be a Jedi. A very high level Jedi."

Angaa drew in her breath.

"But how can you be part of us and part of them? Aren't they our enemies? Don't we need to rebel against them?"

"Listen, dear one. My abilities will allow me to be..."

Lara paused. It was important that she phrase this correctly.

"... a bridge between the sisterhood and the Jedi. It is most important to both our continued growth that this work well, and to our mutual benefit"

Angaa looked at her in a different light. That Lara could be a person of power rather than a conquest was new.

"You know that I must discuss this with the others..."

"Of course. But know this. It can only be good for you. Already I have the start of votes in the senate to prevent women from being punished for witholding information from the sisterhood. We have hopes of getting it passed soon."

Angaa stared

"How could you do this? This will benefit our drive to be one with your..."

Again Lara interrupted her.

"I do not have much time. I am due for training in a few minutes. It is that simple. You must trust me. I have only our interest at heart."

Angaa nodded.

"So have you discovered the drive I told you of?"

She took Lara's hand, reached in her back pocket and produced a crystal bottle.

Lara smiled.

"Perhaps I do have a few spare moments..."

Friday Flash Fiction #23

The Jedis's Slave: Training

The sweat drop rolled down her nose. She hated PT. Her young body was in fantastic shape, but that seemed to motivate her trainer to push her further. Padawan hell, she felt like a pack mule. The mental exercises were ridiculously easy – they had not even started to push her capacity, though she was careful not to let anyone know that. And then there were the bullshit things, taught by those who couldn’t do, so they taught: the unfailing courtesy with which Jedi were expected to respond; the haiku-like chants; and the geopolitical knowledge to help run a republic spanning their part of the galaxy. She sighed. It was hard, but she was making progress. And she had been made a special case. She had gotten what she wanted

She and Jar Gon looked at each other across the bed. She had dropped in a fit of exhaustion.

“Well according to all accounts you are doing well, Padawan”

She knew he called her that just to tease her.

“Yes Master, err Yes Master Jedi – is that better?”

“Yes little one – I’m never sure which role you’re playing at the moment.”

He smiled, and her heart beat faster. She reached over to him, longing for his touch.

“You know, although you are a slave, some people from the lesser developed planets would probably treat you as a god.”

He rolled over and positioned himself above her. She felt the arousal rise as he entered her.

He grinned.

“In God we thrust”

Friday Flash Fiction #22

The Jedi's Slave: Beginning Again

Again she walked across the floor to the leader. She knew that Jar Gon was despondent - he sensed he was losing her, but he also knew - they both did - that she must make her contribution to the republic. She bowed.

"Sir, I have a question"

"Lara, please. Speak you will"

"Sir, the hardest thing is for me to give up is my slave submission to Jar Gon. It complicates everything. Is there a way I can serve as a Jedi and still be submissive to him?"

His eyes glittered - a smile on his small face.

"Lara, believe I do that you have been placed on this planet to challenge us all"

They both laughed.

"This consider I must"

"Sir - if I can continue as a submissive to only him, I would do whatever you and the council feel best. If not, I would want to stay as I am. I know that I would be giving up much..."

"Lara. Too strong you are to allow failure. A success we must find."

He turned and walked across the room, lost in meditation.

She returned and started to sit at Jar Gon's feet. He stood instead and pulled her to him.

"Little one, I know what you prefer, and it is indeed what I prefer. But it may not be best for the republic."

She interrupted him

"No Master. Please..."

"If we must - I will relelase you from your slave contract"

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They rode home, silent for a while, The air conditioner struggled to overcome the heat and humidity that had left their clothes plastered to their bodies.

"Padawan" he began.

She cringed.

"Master..."

"Padawan your first assignment is to determine how our Ordelian bretheren are passing messages without encountering our decryption barriers. We believe it to be buried in some simple file structure, perhaps in the matrix of an image file. Steganographic analysis is called for here. But you knew that."

She was silent. It would be a difficult day.

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BTW this is exactly how terror groups in europe were circulating messages. If you look at the jpeg spec it is open ended, meaning it is easy to add a data type that passes non-encrypted data that is invisible unless you're a hacker. Like I am...

Friday Flash Fiction #21

The Jedi's Slave: Reflecting

They lay together in the garden looking up at the sky, bathed in sweat after their extended lovemaking session had spilled from the bedroom, their mixed voices a libretto of love.

“Master this is a hard thing you lay on me”

“Well, if you like, I'll lay it on you again”

His voice smiled.

“Master that's not what I mean. I have trained to be a submissive, to bow to your will. Now you tell me I must make this decision myself and you wont even tell me what you want me to do”

“Lara it must be what you feel in your heart you want to do. Our entire civilization may depend on your unique abilities. It may be that you must sacrifice your desires for others. That is what the Jedi ideal of service is. And I cant be the one to choose – it must be you”

Lara rolled the possibilities over in her mind. No matter what she chose things would never be the same, she decided. Even if she stayed with Master she would still have responsibilities. Beyond his, in some ways. The other paths would have her gone for extended training, and then who knew where she would be sent.

“Master, no matter what, would I always be your submissive?”

“No matter what, if you wish”

She looked up at the stars.

“What is that one, Master?”

“Ophiuchus – the snake”

He always knew, and she was always amazed.

“That is how I feel, Master. Like I am dealing with snakes”

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As noted below this has been a very difficult few weeks for me - I wanted to post this since I think I've made every FFF and I hated to break the chain...

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.”

Friday Flash Fiction #19

The Jedi's Slave: Testing

Lara was bored. The first tests were like going to the doctor – techs took her blood, tested everything, peeked in every conceivable place, and mapped the tidal flow of her body. It made her feel like a piece of meat. Few of them talked, increasing her feeling of isolation.

But then she had been taken to a game room. She’d enjoyed playing action games, brain teasers, and flight games. From there she was taken to a simulator that looked like a real starfighter. She climbed in, fastened the restraints and flew – she was shaken, noise enveloped her, and her smile became beatific. But that was before.

Now she sat across from an irritated white-coated woman drinking soda from a koozie-wrapped can . She’d asked Lara to move the ball sitting on the table between them. Lara reached for it.

“No – I want you to move it without touching it.”

Lara could – as a child sent to her room she amused herself by rearranging her dolls without getting up from bed. But she never told anyone – She knew she was different. She had refused for over an hour.

“Young lady, I not only happen to be a psychiatrist and a senior officer, I also am the mother of three daughters. And I have found nice is over-rated.”

She opened a drawer and pulled out a large paddle.

Lara closed her eyes, slammed the ball across the room, breaking a mirror. She started to cry.

The woman smiled.

“Thank you, dear.”

Friday Flash Fiction #18

The Jedi's Slave: Advocate

The tone on the communications module interrupted Lara's tears, which thus far had continued like raindrops. Jar Gon glared at it, then at her, reached up to key the message as she melted into silence. The face of the Jedi Council secretary appeared.

"Sir Jar Gon, your presence is requested at an immediate meeting of the Council. It is further requested that you bring..."

She paused, clearly not wanting to be disrespectful to a superior.

"... your slave girl Lara with you"

"Is this really necessary? We have business to attend to of the highest importance"

Lara suppressed the urge to start crying again.

"I'm afraid those are my directions. If you wish me to tell the Council..."

Again she paused.

"No, that wont be necessary. We'll be there as quickly as we can."

The link was shut down, and Jar Gon busied himself with reprogramming their destination in the autocar's nav system.

"Don't think you get away with anything"

His voice was still angry. They were silent for the rest of the trip.

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As they ascended to the top of the building where the Jedi Council met, Lara was startled to sense a number of conversations. One thread, dominated by a fairly young voice, was arguing against the right of a Jedi to have a slave of any type. Several older voices were raised against him, but his arguments made up in volume what they lacked in fact. She realized with a start that they were speaking of Jar Gon's and her relationship.

A second thread questioned what she was and how she could be a member of the sisterhood when she was a human.

Yet a third questioned whether or not she could be a loyal citizen if she was a member of the sisterhood.

It was easy for her to maintain a knowledge of all three of the threads. She sensed Jedi (she assumed they were Jedi - who else could they be?) moving between the threads, sometimes speaking, sometimes not. She was curious - she had always had the ability of knowing what others thought, but it had never been quite like this. She could as well have been in the room listening to them speak.

At last they arrived - she followed Jar Gon into the council chambers. She looked around. Immediately she was able to identify the members she had sensed, as well as a group of other Jedi, younger, clearly not a part of the council. It was an eerie feeling. She sat on the floor at Jar Gons feet, considering the possibiliities. She looked up at him - he was deep in thought, obviously wondering how to deal with the situation. She tugged at his cloak.

"Master, may I have your permission to speak"

"Huh? Yes of course" he responded, not really paying attention.

So like a man, she thought. She rose, slowly walked across the floor. As the only woman in the room, she knew, sensed, that all were looking at her. She stood before the leader, bowed, and asked his permission to speak. His gaze travelled thoughtfully over her body. She sensed his curiousity.

"Yes, Lara, speak you may"

"Thank you Sir"

She turned slowly, facing them all...

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"Know This, Jedi. I come to you as a free woman, a citizen of this Republic. As a free woman, I have certain rights..."

She paused.

A young voice rose

"Why must we listen to her. She has no standing here..."

She turned to the leader.

"I have your permission to speak, Sir. Must I have his also?"

"Of course not. Ben Kor, silent you will be. Listen. Something you might learn"

"Thank you Sir. As I say, I have certain rights. One of those rights is to give myself in whatever way I wish to whomever I wish. It may be to the person I love, to the person who loves me, the best of course is both. I may give myself as a slave to Sir Jar Gon. If I choose to do that, if I make him my master, it is not because he took anything. He did not take me as a slave. I have thought of him since I first saw him at fourteen. And I determined then that he would be mine. As much as I would be his. He had no choice - I was thrust upon him. Those of you who are married, or have concubines, know that when a woman determines she will have something, you had best not get in her way. We will have what we want"

She paused - a gentle chuckle passed around the room as each man considered his experiences.

"Before I ever started, I researched the matter of Jedi and slave girls. It was common for hundreds of years. That it changed recently was custom, not law. That it changes back is custom as well. There is nothing to prevent me from offering myself to him as his slave, and nothing preventing him from accepting as my master"

She paused. She could sense assenting thoughts around the room. The young one still was angry - she wasnt sure why - but she knew she had the rest of them.

"As to my being a member of the sisterhood, yes I am."

She heard the expected gasp, paused for a second.

"I did not seek this. I did not desire it. It was as thrust upon me as I was on my Master. It has allowed me to understand much - it is a different way than the force, but it is powerful just so. It is a linkage between species and races that we don't now have. It allows us connection in a different way, a different goal. I realize that it may be frightening to you because only females may be members, but then there are few female Jedi either."

She paused, again getting a wave of small chuckles.

"It happened as a result of my status as a slave girl, and it was an important part of the relationship we have with the Ordelians. I have thought about this much, and I have come to the conclusion that it was not an accident. That it was intentionally manipulated to provide an additional way for them to reach us. I believe that this should be allowed to continue, and I urge you not to interfere. That this has happened to me, part of a Jedi's household was no error, no accident. There will be others, I'm sure."

She stopped, deciding how best to continue.

"It has forced me into a place of deciding how much to share with my Master. There are things which we, as members of the sisterhood, need to keep to ourselves. I made a mistake and was not honest with him. For that mistake, after we leave here, I will be punished. But for the future, you must suggest the laws that allow women who become part of the sisterhood to keep those secrets they must. Other women - your wives, daughters, concubines - must not be placed in the same position. For make no mistake, I have no doubt, they will be."

She sensed them considering her words. That was the best she could do.

"Finally, I must state in the strongest terms possible that I am a loyal citizen of this republic, Nothing, not even the sisterhood, could change that. Thus far I have seen nothing that makes me feel that they want that. Should that change, I will be here to give you warning if you wish. But I do not expect that. You must accept that any human woman who becomes part of the sisterhood will stay loyal, caring, and a part of our world. She will be enhanced, not diminshed."

Again she sensed that she had their assent. Now they must act accordingly.

"Thank you, Jedi for listening to my words"

The leader stood and walked to her, took her hand.

"Lara - thank you for your words. Much you have given us to consider."

She bowed, turned and returned to sit at Jar Gon's feet.

He whispered in her ear.

"So why in the hell aren't you a lawyer. You make a good one. How did you guess exactly what to say, what to argue"

She knelt up, whispered in his ear.

"Master I could sense all their arguments on the way up the building as if they were talking to me. There were three main groups talking..."

He looked at her sharply

"You could separate all three? That is hard for me to do"

She laughed.

"Of course Master - they were transparent. It is no different than fixing your dinner while deciding what to wear to seduce you while thinking about the bills..."

She stopped at the expression in his face.

"Master?..."

He stood and walked to the leader, bent down, and whispered in his ear. She saw much nodding.
Jar Gon returned.

"Come with me. I want you to take a few tests..."

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Yes, it is late. Let me tell you about my Saturday. I spent much of the day with four women in the family driving down to San Diego to visit a member of the family (younger than I, which always gets to you) who is dying of cancer. It is likely that for most of us this will be the last visit. So it was not a really good day. The schedule got me back to Marina Del Rey at around 5 pm, plenty of time to finish my Friday piece.

Then, imagine our surprise when we get a cell call from another family member who stayed home. It seems the Station Fire has changed direction. We now have a cousin and her daughter in the car who are at the edge of the mandatory evacuation zone. Whoops. We head home (from 90 minutes away) full tilt boogie. Oh, and we have to stop once to pick up cars from our central meeting point.

We separate. I offer my apartment as a place to stay. It is grateully accepted, since almost no where (except the evacuation animal shelters) will accept a dog, which, by the way, is in the back yard of the house. We are heading towards the 210 when I start hearing a lot of scanner traffic. Some idiot is on the overpass ready to jump, so they shut down the 57. It takes forever to get to an off ramp, longer yet to figure out which way to go to get to the freeway I want. The rest of the way I listen to the helo pilots and fixed wing aircraft coordinating their drops, and the ground guys trying to work up the hill. Finally we get there.

At least the street isnt barricaded. It looks major - fire trucks all over, the flames clearly visible - maybe a mile away, and coming down the mountain. Most people headed out, cars packed full. Spectators driving in (this is LA, remember), standing around in groups of 50 with still cameras and video's on tripods. We get there, the women run in and (as far as I know) packing and conferring. I stay in the car because the smoke hurts my damaged lungs. I wait. And I wait. Finally, I give up and go in.

The mother and daughter have decided that NOW is the time to tear into each other about issues dating back to childhood. NOW? I'm tempted to backhand both of them and send them to their cars, but I guess they have to work it out. But now? After a couple of "I cant stay in the same house with her" I give up - I'm having a hard time breathing, always a fun experience. Finally we leave. We get home close to 11, and start watching the news to see how much worse its getting.

So no, I couldnt get it done last night.

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This is one of the few cases where I had to go over 250 words. I dont know of any way to break up a soliloquy without it coming across reading stupid, so I had to let the whole thing out. Next week, I promise, 250 or less.

Flash Fiction Friday #17

The Jedi's Slave: Dread

They drove through the sunshine, Lara’s head on his shoulder, admiring the smile on his face.

“That was quite a history lesson, Master”

“Yes, it was interesting. Another time we will visit the halls of the founding fathers”

They passed bronze statues that belonged in museums, weathered men returning with their catch of fish..

“Many citizens of the world looked much like them back then. By the way, what did you and Angaa talk about?”

“Oh, just girl talk, Master”

"Did she discuss rosewater with you?”

Lara jumped. She’d been told that she must keep the secret from men, yet how could she keep a secret from Master? Angaa, how could you do this to me.

She took a breath, decided a little lie wouldn’t hurt.

“No Master. What is that?”

He was quiet for a time.

“Lara, what are the rules for a submissive”

“Master, she must be Respectful”

“Yes…”

“Obedient”

“Yes…”

“Ladylike”

“And…”

“She must be truthful”

“And what if she is not truthful”

“Oh God”, she thought. “He knows. I don’t know how, but he knows.”

“Master your submissive will get a whipping. A severe one”

His voice began low, but it rose in intensity to sound like thunder.

“Did you think I would go to another world as an ambassador without knowing every detail of the people?”

“No Master, but…”

“Did you think I would not know their customs?”

“No Master..”

She started to cry from his voice.

It was a long quiet ride home.

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Friday Flash Fiction #16

The Jedi's Slave: Retrospection

Jar Gon held her arm as they stood with the ambassador and Angaa waiting for their ride. His status entitled them to military transportation and, as usual, it was late. The day’s beautiful sunlight turned to rain and, once the car arrived, the young crewman held an umbrella to keep them dry, though he himself was showered on. They settled back in the seat, wiping wetness off their shoes onto the carpet.

“I have a surprise for you tomorrow” he whispered in her ear.

She was puzzled.

“What?”

“We have found an ancient archeology site, from the civilization before the civilization before the civilization before ours – we shall tour it”

She smiled inside – Jedi loved to build complicated sentences.

“Yes, Master. I’m sure I shall enjoy it”

She spent the night watching his body rise and fall with his breathing, trying to understand all she had learned today from Angaa. Did all the women of the sisterhood sense how much she loved this man. She wondered just how far sharing went.

The next day they wandered across a ruined city, carved stone alternating with graceful columns, worn cobblestones, walls of brick, the occasional readable inscription.

“This, my dear was Rome – the center of the world thousands of years ago. A power then like ours today”

An inscription on a doorframe caught her eye

“Et Ego in Arcadia Vixi – what does that mean”

He paused, translating

“Thus passes the glory of the world”

She clung to him.

“I hope not ours…”

FFF #15

The Jedi's Slave: Awakening

Lara slowly returned to reality.

Angaa asked sharply

“Did you notice anything different?”

Lara thought a minute.

“I felt the strangest thing – I had a sense of… a color almost”

“And what color did you sense”

“Blue, actually”

”Oh thank goodness” Angaa seemed genuinely relieved.

“Your use of Rosewater brought you into a sisterhood which spans eight species. We weren’t sure your mental makeup would allow you to join us”

“What do you mean?”.

“It is similar to the way Jedi exploit the force, but much more gentle and subtle –more suited to a woman. Where a man would clumsily probe your mind, for us that would be an aberration - instead we work on sharing. We share everything. The blue you sensed was the sharing of pleasure”

“Oh – what else is shared”

“If you sensed red, it is the sharing of pain – any pain from a caning to a splinter in your finger. One thing also – you must never reveal our secrets to a male of any species. It is our protection against the cane”

“What else must I learn”

“You will find that you begin to enjoy the touch of a woman as much as a man”

Lara protested – in answer Angaa lifted her up and undressed her, then lay her on the couch. Her hand brushed the side of Lara’s face – then she kissed her. Angaa’s lips, though not human, affected Lara deeply.

“Angaa, I sense a different color – I sense green. What is that?”

“Love”

"Oh"

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@Aphrodite44 noted that she needed to read the backstory to understand a new episode. Unspoken was the fact that it was hard to extract just those episodes in the blog - but it was true. Accordingly I have indexed all the posts to better allow reviewing The Jedi's Slave sequence as well as the other posts

FFF #14

The Jedi's Slave - Relief

Lunch was outside – the delightful temperature and cloudless sky provided the perfect backdrop for a diplomatic event. They were unused to the intensity of the sunlight so both the Ordelian ambassador and his wife wore oversized straw hats. Lara thought that Jar Gon was right – they were orange, ugly, and had big heads.

“Please – honor us by sitting at our table”

The ambassador spoke formally, with what once might have been called German precision.

“I... uh... would rather stand”

Lara unconsciously rubbed her bottom. The wife smiled, but the ambassador broke out in laughter.

“So, Jar Gon – you have been trying out the culture of our small planet. And did you find it satisfactory?”

“Yes, ambassador – the constant challenge is gone”

Lara felt her face redden.

“Come, dear – let us leave the men to their politics”

Lara followed her inside to a very feminine room. Angaa sat, reached into a small chest and extracted a crystal bottle.

“Come here. Let us see what he's done to you”

Lara lay across her lap, felt herself bared.

“Oh my – those are nasty welts. Let's see if this helps”

Lara looked back as she poured a liquid in her palm, and began rubbing it in. The pain evaporated instantly – accompanied by feelings of arousal. She never had feelings like that around women.

“By the way, dear. There is one side effect”

The hands continued massaging her bottom.

“It produces the strongest orgasms”

Lara took a deep breath, the cries beginning in her throat

FFF #13

The Jedi's Slave: Afterward

Lara lay on her tummy, listening to him snore. She wore only her top since her bottom was burning – she couldn’t stand any covers either. Her eyes were still red as she watched him sleep. She looked over at the time – the light glinted off the turquoise swan he had brought back to her. She could not believe that it had been five hours since she had looked back at his face, set and harsh, as he said

“You are but a slave girl. You will be punished if you don’t obey”

The Ordelian cane he used had been awful – he had only struck her twelve times – strokes, she recalled they were called in the olden days. The pain was beyond her dreams. He had held her afterwards through her tears.

“You are a slave girl and your master has whipped you”

She replayed it. At the thought of the word “whipped” her passion jumped. She repeated it to herself

“… your master has whipped you…”

It was what she had dreamed of often, and she could not help herself – she reached over and touched him. She felt him stiffen in her small hands. She pushed back the coverlet and straddled him – she was ready for him immediately. The slave briefly became the master as she settled herself on him, took his hardness deep inside her. She felt his body jump as he came awake, then the slow thrusting inside her.

“Perhaps you need the cane more often, little one”

FFF #12

The Jedi's Slave: Consequences

Lara danced through the house all day. He had been off-planet for four days

“He’s coming home today”.

Anticipation led her to devil the servants – finally the cook threatened her with bodily harm if she went over the menu one more time. Midday she heard the tone that announced someone at the portal. Outside among the aspens she found three troopers. The oldest one announced himself as Sergeant vanDownes

“Your … husband ordered us to deliver these to your sleeping quarters ma’am”

She led them to their bedroom, and watched as they set down the packages, covered with unfamiliar script. They left, and she had only a few minutes to examine the itemized bill before she sensed his presence.

Over dinner he told her of his trip.

“The most amazing thing about Ordile-II is that they still beat their women.”

“They’re orange, ugly, and they have very big heads, but they’re very well behaved. They don’t do things they’re told not to do…Even if their masters aren’t there”

A dark feeling came over her.

“They’ve been developing this plant for generations – it is like the rattan you dreamed of, but much, much more effective” In the bedroom he opened the larger of the packages – he extracted a stool with extended arms and a footrest. Gently he pushed her over it – as her hands approached the arms she felt herself pulled over and held in position. He unscrewed the end of the other package and pulled out a cane.

FFF #11

The Jedi's Slave: First Test

It had been quite a month – he'd allowed her to become part of his life, accepted her as his slave, and she was determined to please him in every way. In turn, she had been pleasured beyond the wildest imaginations of a young woman. Pleasured when he enterred her mind, pleasured when he enterred her body. She had become accustomed to the eerie sensation when he probed her mind, the feelings that resonated within her scull – it was after these he always found new ways to drive her into ectasy. She lay beside him evenings, running her fingers over the scars on his warrior's body while he slept.

He had been gone for several nights, and her body missed him. She tossed restlessly, thinking of the last night they had shared. Instant arousal made her wet, and it was only a moment before her hand reached down to satisfy. As she touched herself, she heard his voice

“You are not to do that young lady – if you do I will punish you”

She looked around – the sound was so real. He wasn't there, how could he... She tossed her head, well if he weren't here what could he do. It was only seconds before she enterred her private realm of pleasure.

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Several worlds away, he shook his head, the image clear in his mind. Well, if punishment was what she wanted, punishment was what she would get.

“Pardon me counsellor – My mind was elsewhere for a second.”

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Just could NOT get the safety pin in - I had several ideas, but none of them fit in 250 words.

FFF #10

The Jedi's Slave

He sat balancing the wineglass on the tip of his finger, an easy trick, really, one that amused him. She knelt before him, her simple student’s cape swirling on the floor.

“So you wish to serve”

“Yes, Master”

“But you are hardly prepared, my child. You have not even the skill of a padawan. There are 16 degrees of submission about which you are totally ignorant”

“But Master…”

He held up his hand for silence, closed his eyes. She felt her body lift from the floor. Overwhelming fear started her trembling. She sensed the power of his mind exploring hers, knew that as a slave she had no defense against him. His mouth formed a smile.

“That is an interesting fantasy, my child. One of the ancients”

She wasn’t sure what he had found – she had come with a heart as pure as she could make it. She did have fantasies, true – she was a woman above all else. Then she realized why he smiled.

“Eerk”

She squeaked, embarrassed. Her body stretched out, no will of hers involved, well above the floor. Her cape unwound, was snatched away – then her inner garments till she stood completely bare to his view. She felt his touch, though he didn’t move. The feelings overtook her, dominated her being. She couldn’t help but respond, though he held her in place. He took her to pleasures she couldn’t have imagined.

As she finished, he laughed.

“Perhaps you’ll do – now about your fantasy with the cane…”

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I always thought there was no reason why a Jedi knight couldnt be a kinky bastard - thanks for the opportunity to explore this fantasy - to all my friends at FFF.