I had not expected so great a fortune in finding the one Jedi I have so wanted to destroy, being one of the two that were been sent to spy about my home – the Sith stronghold the Republic planetary surveyors had discovered. It will be a great pleasure to inflict on him the pain that my consort suffered in that one moment when everything faded except the pain and the embrace of death, then the memories of me as he fell into oblivion. And his female companion. A sweet little thing – innocent and arrogant like all the others of her pathetic Order of hypocrites and self-righteous, pompous fools. It will be great pleasure to turn her to the Darkside. I grin visciously, images of what I may do to her and to the Jedi Knight playing in my mind.

"Oh yes! It will be the sweetest of revenge!" I think as I rise from my kneeling position before the altar of my beloved.

The altar - black, red and gold with ancient Sith symbols embellished on the black marble surface, my beloved's lightsaber, his most treasured of possessions, lying in its center, surrounded in sweet, musky spiced incense and several lit candles. My Lord Sidious had gone through an almost impossible task to retrieve it after my husband’s death. He never revealed to me how he had accomplished it, yet, one day he had presented it to me, ordering me to treasure it always as it was need to be treasured.

"Oh my love, my life," I whisper under my breath, placing my hand upon the mini holoprojector set before the altar, and with the pressing of a small button, the projector activates to reveal a small holo-image of my beloved. I sigh in despair, looking into his eyes, still feeling his dark presence about me.

"I will make him pay for what he did to you, I swear it as your consort and the consort to the greatest of all Sith Lords."

**********

"Wake up…open your eyes…wake up Obi-Wan Kenobi. Wake up." Obi-Wan hears a voice calling in the darkness of sleep, pulling him back to the realm of consciousness.

"Obi-Wan…wake up."

He hears a soft delicate voice bring him closer to consciousness, and as he awakens, he realizes it to be Kerri he heard.

"Obi-Wan?"

"Kerri? Where are we?" Obi-Wan answers in a question, unable to open his eyes just yet, still muddle minded by sleep. "And where are you?"

"We are…captured."

That is all he hears from her, but he senses there is far more that she does not tell him and it sets his senses searching out for Kerri, finding her nearby. The Jedi slowly opens his eyes, groaning softly at the stiffness of his body, the aching of his joints. He tries to move, to shift his sore body, but instantly he finds that he cannot move. Quickly, in alarm, Obi-Wan looks over his body in the dim light of the room about him, immediately gasping with utter shock and disbelief. He finds his Jedi attire gone, lying as naked as the day of his birth upon a hard black metallic table of some sort, his arms bound at the wrists with restraints, his ankles the same, connected to that which he lies upon. He begins to fight his bonds, using his brute strength aided by the Force to break the metal bands about his wrists and ankles. And when his bonds do not break, he attempts to unlock them with use of the Force.

"It is of no use Jedi. The restraints are unbreakable and are enchanted with Sith magicks."

Obi-Wan hears a voice speak from the darkness of the nearby shadows, feeling that which is of the Darkside. And then he sees a black robed figure step from the shadow and into the light, bringing a gasp to escape his lips at the dark figure who stands before him.

"You! I killed you! I watched you fall into that chasm and split in two as you plummeted! How can you be alive!" Obi-Wan exclaims, fighting the restraints bound about his limbs, wanting to finish what he thought he had successfully done the first time.

"Killed me? No you fool, you destroyed the only half of me that kept me part of the Lightside!"

The dark figure raises its hands to its hood, and slips the black hood from its head, revealing itself for the first time to the Jedi. She is beautiful, despite her red and black skin, the jagged tattooed designs he remembers so well. Eyes golden like the sun and red like blood, horns crowning her head protrude through her soft shimmering brown hair cascading about her shoulders…she is an almost exact image of the Sith Lord he battled in the Theed power generator room on Naboo just over a year ago.

"You stole my life away with the stroke of your lightsaber, took away the only one I ever loved and who loved me in return! No, you did not kill me – you killed my husband…my consort!"

The Jedi's eyes grow wide with disbelief, unable to grasp the magnitude of his folly – the Sith Lord had been married!

"Don't look so surprised Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi, for you surely do not know what I have in store for you in gratitude for tearing my heart from my chest and crushing it under your heel so carelessly," the woman sneers. Slipping from her black robe, she moves from Obi-Wan's sight.

Obi-Wan senses through the Force that the dark woman moves toward Kerri, his fear rising for his companion.

**********

I grin darkly as I look down upon the young Jedi padawan slumped against the stone wall, her arms chained above her head.

"Such a pretty little thing you are," I exclaim, looking the fiery haired woman over from head to toe as she appears chained before me.

Reaching forward, I grasp her chin and turn her head towards me, forcing her eyes to look upon me. I gasp with surprise as I look upon her face and into her eyes…I am unprepared for what I would find…

"Zabrak" I whisper in interest of her, noticing the small horns showing through her fiery hair, the beginnings of the tattooing her species cover their bodies with…as my beloved's Zabrak body had been. And then her eyes…she has eyes like those my loved one had! Instantly I feel my dark heart wrench in pain, remembering all those times I had looking into my beloved's fiery eyes, seeing his love for me, his passion, his gentleness for me…his deadliness and unreachable darkness.

"And you have eyes like my consort once had – you should feel honored that I do not cut them from your skull for it!" I growl aloud, as I grasp her hair roughly, forcing her to keep her attention to me. But I quickly compose myself, my eyes slowly following the intricate tattooing running from her neck, down between her naked breasts, over her stomach and to her belly.

"I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look, my lovely little Jedi?" I whisper as I lean forward, lowering my head toward hers as I continue to hold tightly to her hair. I inhale the soft scent of her skin, the sweetness of her hard breathing. Then, I lower my mouth and gently lick her lips with the tip of my tongue, tasting the warm soft flesh of her mouth before I place my lips upon hers, kissing her as I would a lover. Instantly the young padawan moans and fights against my grasp of her, fighting to pull away from my slowly invading tongue. But as my tongue enters her mouth and touches hers, I can feel her arousal – despite the disgust of my advances.

"Ah, you taste as sweet as I had thought, my lovely." I grin evilly as I speak to her through the Force, placing my other hand upon her bare thigh, gliding my hand up, over her hip, up her side to cup her breast in my hand. She instantly moans, catching it in my mouth as it escapes hers.

"Kerri!" I hear Obi-Wan call out to his female companion in fear. Unsure what is taking place, he can only hear her muffled moans and the thrashing of her fighting body against me.

She fights to break her lips from mine, trying to cry out – but I am too strong and she cannot resist the sensations that flash through her body as I caress her breast in my hand, running my thumb over her hardening pink nipple. She cannot help herself as her tongue dances about mine in her mouth, yet she continues to fight – her innocence and revulsion at being aroused by a woman as well as her Jedi training that warns her of the Darkside in me. As my mind caresses hers, I sense she is fighting the urge to ask me to continue. She is revolted by it and yet the sensations she experiences are so arousing, she cannot resist. And as I play her breast in my hand, I feel her wanting to move closer to me, wanting so much more than just my touch. I grin evilly as I slowly move my hand from her breast, down her stomach, over her belly and between her thighs, where I gently caress the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Instantly she shudders, moaning aloud in my mouth, unconsciously parting her legs more that I may touch her better.

But suddenly I pull away, immediately hearing her moan softly in frustration, wanting more. I turn my attention to the Jedi Knight, an dark grin on my face as I look the young padawan's body over, seeing how she already begins to tremble.

"Do you realize what I am about to do…Jedi?" I ask spitting the last word, glancing back over my shoulder at him upon the black table for a moment, then back to his companion, running my fingertips down between her breasts, circling her taught nipples and plucking at them a few times, hearing her moan at my touch.

"You will not turn my padawan to the Darkside!" Obi-Wan exclaims, fighting to rise from the table he lies upon, straining his neck to see what I am doing to his precious little padawan.

"Oh, but that is exactly what I will do! I will make her scream for more until she is yours no longer," I shoot back, laughing malevolently as I look over the young Jedi padawan's youthful body, running my fingertips over her lips, feeling them twitch as if wanting to be kissed.

"Kerri! Don't give in!"

And with that, I turn my full attention back to the fiery haired little Jedi girl and I slowly run my hands over her slender frame, touching those places where a Zabrak female is aroused, my beloved having taught me of such things. I caress the base of her little horns, bringing a loud moan to escape her slightly parted lips and quickly I cover her mouth with mine, my tongue invading – plundering. I do not allow her a moment to gather the Force about her. I sense her desperately trying to reach the Jedi, who is still pulling at his restraints, unable to free himself or his precious padawan, nor able to reach the young padawan's mind. But my dark powers are superior to hers - or his for that matter, and I continue to invade her warm mouth, pressing my body closer to her naked skin. The little padawan is aroused, for I can feel her hardening nipples press through the black fabric of my tunics, the burning of her Zabrak skin and I can smell the scent of her arousal all about her.

"How does it feel to be touched by the consort to a Sith? Hmm? I shall take your soul from your body and sacrifice it to the Darkside and I shall avenge myself upon you. You shall know ecstasy as you have never known before. Much like the ecstasy my Lord gave me before your Master took him from me," I hiss at the girl, running my fingers through her shimmering red hair, feeling how silken soft each strand is between my fingers.

"Ah... how amusing, she is trying to gather the Force around her and defend herself! How pitiful! It is almost unworthy to use her for my revenge!" I think to myself with contempt as I touch the young woman's body, sensing her fighting my sway over her, attempting to connect more fully to the Force.

"Kerri! Fight! Don't give in to the Darkside! Don't let her win!"

But the angry cries coming from the Jedi behind me urge me on.

"Oh yes, Jedi! Watch, listen and enjoy! Your turn will be next!" I return, sensing that he feels all that she feels through the Force, just barely able to see what I do to his companion, straining against his bonds.

The padawan tries to move away from my hands, but I mercilessly tweak her nipples, molding the soft flesh of her breasts in my hands. I feel her heart racing against my fingers, and as I probe her mind I sense arousal as well as fear. It is sweet as jev'ra honey and sets my own desire aflame.

Lowering my head, I let my tongue circle her lovely, firm breasts, tasting the sweetness and the hint of salty sweat upon her skin. There, I see the first small red tattoos that will soon cover her entire body when she is a warrior and I lick the red markings eagerly, hearing her sigh. Only a moment do I kiss her nipple before caressing the smooth skin of her sides and hips, feeling the soft smoothness of her skin under my hands. Suddenly she tries to move away from me again, bringing me to smile maliciously.

"Oh no, little girl! You are mine now!"

My hands glide over her silky skin, going around her waist and down to her rear. Caressing the skin and then the place just at the top of the crevice of her backside. A dagger of sharp pain tears at my heart as I remember the first time my beloved touched my sensitive spot there… remember it like it was only yesterday. I was innocent when we met, but my Lord taught me to enjoy my body as he enjoyed it and it was he who licked that small pyramid shape just above the crevice between my buttocks.

“You should know the erogenous zones of a Zabrak body, my Little One,” my beloved had teased.

And I caress the padawan right there, my fingers just trailing between her buttocks, touching the hot opening there. She gasps and moans, unable to resist the sensations I am creating as I play and touch her body.

"Yessss... arousing it is not?" I whisper in her ear with a wicked grin, flicking her earlobe once with the tip of my tongue.

Small drops of moisture now bead her forehead and I raise my head to taste them. Then with a rough move I spin her around to face the wall and she cannot control a cry of pain as the bands about her wrists bite. I tighten the grip of my hands upon her as I lower myself to sit on my heels to hold her firm buttocks in my hand and lick the little triangle that arouses her so. Such delightful gasps she makes now. I slap her behind and laugh softly when she cries out. Behind me Obi-Wan is frantically fighting his bonds.

"Yes my friend, are you enjoying this?" I glance over my shoulder again to look upon the Jedi, seeing his eyes wide as he watches in horror at what I do to his companion and padawan.

"I shall kill you for this, you witch!" he roars at me, but I merely laugh, kissing a soft cheek before me, running my tongue from upper thigh to her back, feeling her twitch and sway in attempt to escape my wet kiss.

"Will you now, Jedi? Let me give you some view of delights yet to come. I shall take your padawan, and as she releases, she will belong to the Darkside forever. And then I am going to hurt you, hurt you unlike anything you have ever experienced in all your life!"

"You will never corrupt my padawan, witch! She will never join the dark side!"

"Oh no, no, no - but she will, my Jedi!"

I can feel Obi-Wan's rage now, he knows he is defeated, defeated by the consort to the one he killed…and soon he will be ever more humiliated than he could possible consider!

He has read my thoughts for he raises his upper body off the table and shouts. "I killed him with relish! He died in agony and I watched him fall, all the way down, and you know what? I enjoyed it!"

Fire comes from my eyes as rage and pain fils me at his spiteful words. "For this you shall pay dearly Jedi!" I snarl. "When I am through with you I shall see to it that you, for one, will never breed any Jedi brats!"

Obi-Wan screams aloud with rage.

"How sanctimonious the Jedi are! They say they have compassion, yet at the slightest provocation they experience rage as the Sith do!" I spit my hatred at him before turning back to the delightful body before me.

The padawan is still sighing and when I let my hand slide between her legs I can feel her slick womanhood, wide open and eager, moaning aloud when my hand touches her there. But I only hold my hand there for a short moment. Rising to my full height, I turn her around to face me again and immediately I bend my head to suckle at her breasts. Her nipple feels hard and swollen in my mouth and I let my tongue play with it, making it harder and more so red as I suckle hard upon it. She cannot help but close her eyes and moan aloud. Still holding her nipple in sweet captivity, my hand goes down over her belly to her womanhood and I spread its lips with my fingers. She gives soft cries and tries to escape my hand, but as I rub harder and let my fingers go inside her she holds her legs wide and her breathing becomes even faster, almost like pants. And I watch as she closes her eyes and moves her head from side to side as my fingers inside her find her most sensitive spot where I rub and stimulate, enjoying every moment of her sweet torture. By now my hand is slick from her and almost involuntarily she moves her hips over my hand, wanting more of my touch upon her wet and swelling womanhood. I bite her nipple and pulling it, she cries out. I will not let go and I bite harder.

"Pain can be such pleasure, my sweet, I will show you just how so it can be," I whisper to her, then bite her other nipple, holding it between my teeth and pulling it. It is red and swollen as I let it go with a wet sound. I look into her golden eyes, clouded with passion and I slap her breasts, making them bounce and sway before my sight, sensing Obi-Wan's eyes upon her chest, watching with frustration, rage and a silently growing arousal. Still, my hand is arousing her womanhood, touching, stroking and teasing, and I feel she is close to receiving the Darkside.

With a quick move and use of the Force, I retrieve the ceremonial dagger from the nearby low table, where it lay on its black velvet bed, and I hold it reverently before me. I withdraw my hand from her womanhood, hearing the little Jedi girl moan softly, and spread her slickness over the intricately carved hilt, and over the Sith markings on the sheath covering the sharp blade. The markings on it are an ancient Sith vocation my beloved had once taught me. I begin chanting its age-old words, softly and compellingly, in a low voice as I look over the dagger, then the girl before me. Instantly her golden eyes fly open and she groans, moving her hips in rhythm with my chanting, unable to control herself, unable to withstand the ancient and powerful words I speak. Again and again I chant the Sith vocation, the words and my monotonous chant hypnotic.

I can see threads of her essence coming from her womanhood as she spreads her legs, swaying her body softly in response in rhythm to my words.

"Yesss... you are ready for it now, are you not?" I ask in a soft voice, nearing her swaying body, looking into her glazed eyes, seeing the need, the fear, despair and pain in them.

"Yess..." her voice is nothing more than a deep groan.

Still chanting, I let the hilt of the ceremonial dagger slip between her legs, rubbing it over the length of her womanhood, wetting it more with her slickness. Her head falls back and she gives a long, hoarse cry, enjoying and hating the sensation at the same moment. I rub it over the sensitive nerves of her nub, raking the delicate flesh and her body shudders, writhing uncontrollably. Her heads tosses wildly from side to side now, her fiery hair falling way below her waist. I insert the end of the dagger's hilt into the opening of her gender, and immediately she inhales with a hissed groan.

Behind me Obi-Wan had gone quiet, but now he seems to sense what is about to happen. He cries out in agony. "Kerri! No! Do not release! You hear me! Listen to my voice! Do not release. Call upon the Force and draw strength from it!"

"She can no longer hear you, my Jedi," I growl at him. "She is mine now!"

"Kerri! Do not release! Listen to my voice! Master, help me, please!" Obi-Wan's voice is now nothing but despair and I gloat.

I slowly insert the dagger's hilt deeper into his padawan and she moves her hips again as if making love to it, involuntarily. Then with a fast, cruel move I take it out of her and she almost weeps at being denied.

"Do you wish me to continue?"

"Yesss...please...it…feels…so…good…please…" Her voice is deep and breathy, no longer the sweet voice of the padawan. The Darkside is beginning to take over, consuming her like a fire from the inside out, making her one in its image.

Obi-Wan yells at her again. "No Kerri, no!"

But her trembling lips forms a continuous plea. "Please... please..."

I grin visciously in knowing that I am so close to winning. I then resume my chanting and insert the hilt of the Sith dagger, but this time I plunge it all the way inside her, filling her fully and completely with its size and length. She answers with a scream and her body shakes violently with the force of her feelings, the hilt breaking the virgin skin of her womanhood, a trace of blood trickling over the guard of the dagger. I thrust the dagger in and out of her, at the same time chanting and stimulating her nub with my fingers, feeling her tremble and quake with each movement of my fingers over the hard little nub of delicate flesh and nerves. Each breath the padawan takes is now a groan or a scream as the Darkside begins to course through her, taking possession of her and making her belong to it forever. I chant louder and thrust the dagger into her faster, tilting the dagger in an angle just right to rub against the g-spot inside her, making her cry out loud and writhe with each plunge of the dagger's hilt into her womanhood. The moment she releases over the ancient Sith vocation, she will forever belong to the Darkside, and I can see and sense she is so near.

"No Kerri no!!"

Obi-Wan Kenobi makes one last feeble attempt to stop her, but the padawan's body spasms as a wild, all encompassing orgasm rocks her body and takes over her mind, screaming aloud, her body convulsing wildly while her body strains as her insides tightly squeeze the dagger handle deep inside her, still moving within.

"Ahhhhh!!! YESSS!!!"

Her womanhood contracts violently around the dagger and her essence floods the Sith vocation, bonding her to the magicks of the dagger and to the Darkside of the Force. I cease my chanting and carefully slip the dagger from her womanhood. It is no longer deep black, but seems to have an inner light of its own, a crimson light, pulsating deep within the metal, illuminating the Sith vocation.

I look upon the still trembling girl before me, pleased as the padawan's head hangs low on her chest, her red hair cascading about her like a curtain, hiding her face from view. The young girl is still panting and her body still shakes, but when she slowly raises her head… her eyes are like molten rock, lines are showing in her once sweet face and her mouth has a cruel smile to it. She licks her lips sensuously and groans, the sound coming from deep down in her throat. I probe her mind and meet nothing but darkness. I have successfully completed the first part of my revenge.

Continued in Part IV

*****