"Kerri…no…!" I hear Obi-Wan speak in a low voice, despair and disbelief floating on the currents of the Force surrounding him. His eyes look upon his companion and his fighting ceases at the sensations he felt from her.

I rise to my feet, standing before the newborn Darksider, looking into her glowing eyes, and moving toward her, I kiss her lips hungrily, feeling her tongue invading my mouth with great passion. I can dense a new sweetness to her taste, the new darkness coursing through her body. It is exquisite, but I slowly pull back. Yet her mouth holds to mine, leaning forward despite her restraints until they give no more and she leans back against the stone wall, a dark and devious grin upon her lustrous face.

I turn to look at Obi-Wan, seeing a growing anger and hatred in his piercing blue eyes as he now glares at me with intensity. I send a caress through the Force, touching his noticeably aroused manhood lying upon his well-shaped abdomen. It causes a hiss to escape from between his clenched teeth and a look of surprise then disgust at my touch. I grin evilly, moving toward the fuming and disparaging Jedi Knight, my eyes moving over his naked form…but he is nothing compared to the perfection and indescribable beauty of my lost beloved.

"You…witch!" Obi-Wan yells as he again fights his restraints, rage in his eyes, wanting so much to make me pay for what I have done to the young Jedi padawan – his friend and companion.

"Such harsh words, my dear Jedi," I return in a seductive voice, standing beside the table he lies upon, placing my hand on his bare right thigh, feeling the heat of his body. The hard muscles flex beneath his pale human skin and I see him flinch just slightly to my intimate touch. But quickly he jerks away from my hand, my touch.

"Don't touch me!" the Jedi growls through his teeth, fighting the simmering sexual fire burning within him.

"My, my! Aren't we a little testy!" I laugh aloud, placing my hand upon his knee once more, then slipping it between his slightly parted legs, playing the sensitive insides of his thighs.

Obi-Wan tries to move away from my hand again but he fails pitifully when I suddenly grasp hold of his manhood, wrapping my fingers tightly about him as not to let him move. Instantly I feel his body become tense – every muscle hard and his breath burning in his chest as he holds it in, his eyes wide but beginning to glaze over with need.

"Oh no! I don't think so, my dear Jedi!" I exclaim, holding tightly to him in my hand, pulling slightly to see him flinch once more – and a muffled groan escapes before he can stop it. I cannot help but snicker at his pitiful attempt to hold back. I then glance over my shoulder to the newborn Darksider, seeing her eyes burning darkly as she watches what I do to Obi-Wan.

"Kerri…come here, my dear." And with a flick of my free hand, the bands about her wrists suddenly pop open. Her arms slowly go down to her sides as she steps away from the stone wall, a dark smile on her face as she appears at my side. She looks down at the Jedi Knight, hunger in her fiery eyes. I take her left hand in my free one as the other continues to hold to the Jedi's swelling manhood, and kissing the back of her hand, I place her hand over mine as it holds his gender.

"Hold him in your hand, feel the heat of it, the throbbing as the blood rushes to engorge every vein within it," I instruct, slipping my hand from under hers to allow her control over Obi-Wan.

I notice the disbelief in his eyes at seeing his friend and subordinate hold him in such an intimate way.

"Hold him in your hand, squeeze it – constrict your grip upon him and hear him groan. He will be unable to hold it back."

With satisfaction I see how my little Darksider's slender fingers trail the veins on his manhood, circling the exposed head. Almost as in wonder, she lets one finger caress the small hole before stroking back and touching the ridge behind the head. Obi-Wan groans, unable to hold it back, his teeth clenched and I sense his arousal and his deep embarrassment of feeling his padawan touching him thus. I feel my Darkside energies grow and strength as I sense and feel what he feels, and I grin wickedly, running my fingertips across the span of his chest as I move about the head of the table - from his left to his right.

"She has a delicate touch does she not, Jedi?" I smirk with dark delight as I caress his cheek, feeling the muscles of his jaw clenched tight with tension. "The touch of the Darkside is pleasant, as you shall soon find."

Kerri licks her sweet lips and looks to me, a question in her passionate burning eyes.

"Go right ahead, my dear." I encourage her, moving my eyes from hers to the place upon the Jedi's body she wants to arouse, motioning silently with my eyes for her to continue.

Kerri smiles maliciously and lowers her head to lick his manhood, causing him to inhale with a loud groan. Her lips encircle the engorged head, rubbing the ridge behind it. With a wet sound she lets his sex go, only to lick along to the soft folds. She takes the tender skin between her teeth and pulls it. Obi-Wan gives a loud cry, his body tensing almost to breaking, his fists clenching tightly, fighting the restraints which do not give.

"He tastes so good," the dark padawan remarks, her voice husky as she flexes her tongue and flicks the head again, pushing the tip of her tongue into the tiny opening before licking back up to the base. Slowly, teasingly, she begins licking to the underside of Obi-Wan's length where she finds his taut sac - a new spot to explore and lick. Then opening her mouth wide, she takes one of the testicles to lick and suckle.

Obi-Wan writhes on the black table, unable to hold back his groans, small droplets appearing on the head of his manhood as she nips the delicate skin of his sac, and pulls with her hand grasping about his hard gender. She holds his sac in her hand, fondling it, making the testicles roll between her fingers. She explores further, finding a spot between his sac and his opening, and she presses down on it. Instantly Obi-Wan gasps and groans, unable to lie still. His mouth is open wide, his eyes half closed. And I see veins begin to appear through the skin upon his sweat-beaded forehead.

"He likes it, my little padawan," I remark, seeing how the Jedi Knight reacts to the stimuli my dark padawan gives him, smiling with great pleasure and a little pride in my dark creation.

Kerri grins evilly and lifts his sac to suckle at this sensitive spot, Obi-Wan's breaths coming in gasps and he spreads his legs to give her better access. Kerri suckles, nipping at his skin and takes his testicles in her mouth one by one to lick and taste.

"He is full, little Kerri, I think he wants to show you how much he is holding inside it," I tease maliciously.

Kerri's hungry mouth licks back over Obi-Wan's sex, following the veins to the head where she licks the drops he lost so eagerly and I see her take his manhood back in her mouth and run her lips up and down along its throbbing length. He is groaning, I sense he is close to release. I place my hand on Kerri's shoulder and shake my head. Immediately she releases him and stands back, her naked breasts heaving with her excitement, her skin having changed into a more aroused color pigment. Obi-Wan raises his head, his eyes clouded with passion. He was ready to release but he is denied his pleasure. And I watch with satisfaction as his manhood goes flaccid again - and how quickly too! Nothing like my consort! I snort in loath of his weakness and nod to Kerri once more. Immediately sensing my thoughts, her golden eyes burning, hinted with dark desire, she lifts herself onto the table. And with agonizingly slow movements, she straddles the young Jedi's body, inching towards his manhood. She places her hands flat on his muscled chest and rubs it, her mouth following her fingers. She flicks his nipples as she passes them with the tip of her tongue and takes long licks from his navel over his chest to his neck, where she bites, her teeth almost breaking skin. Obi-Wan's blue eyes are only an inch away from her fiery ones and her red hair falls like a curtain over his chest, draping about him with its fiery brilliance.

I watch closely as Kerri closes her mouth over his for a deep, wet kiss before licking down again to his hard male nipples where she suckles hard upon the left. Again he groans, his arousal beginning to show once more, the blood flowing into his gender, making it rise and begin to throb as it lies upon his belly.

“Oh, but my new dark padawan is an expert! She is brushing her wet womanhood over his sex - just the lightest of touches, but they suffice, his sex reaches up to meet her!" I think with pleasure, grinning all the while as I run my fingers through the young Jedi's still short cut hair playfully, watching as her sharp teeth hold his nipple captive, pulling it, biting it, arousing him more and more.

"Pain is pleasure," I whisper into Obi-Wan's ear with a wicked smile, blowing into it teasingly, and I flick his earlobe with my tongue.

As Kerri releases his nipple with a sensuous, wet sound, and then inches her body up over his, crouching low over him, her knees pushing her slowly forward. She then holds her breasts to his mouth, making them sway and dance before him. He cannot resist her. He opens his mouth to suckle at her nipple, but she quickly pulls it out of his reach, laughing darkly as she sits upon his stomach. His groans are becoming louder now. He wants her – I can see it. His eyes burn as he looks at her small breasts so tantalizingly close to his mouth, lips twitching to kiss, tongue moving, ready to lick, mouth ready to embrace and suckle. She moves her chest again and lets one nipple brush his lips, giving him a moment of bliss when she allows him to suckle. Then she moves up even more, now straddling his shoulders, giving Obi-Wan an exquisite look into her soaking wet womanhood. She starts slow, teasing moves with her hips, her swollen lips rubbing Obi-Wan's cleft chin. And I can see her slickness on his face as she moves her hips forward.

"Lick me," she groans, "lick me there…"

"Kerri…please!" Obi-Wan makes a weak attempt to stop, yet how can he resist the aroused scent of her womanhood so close to him. Again her gender rubs over his cleft chin, pressing down firmer this time.

"Lick me! Lick me!" she moans, moving her hips over his chin, so close to his mouth, feeling the heat of his breath against her. And I then see his tongue begin to lick her wet lips, spreading them and exploring the fragrant inner ones. She moves her hips against him, moaning as his tongue brings her to ecstasy, wanting more.

"Lick me inside - do it now!" She orders in her low voice, her lips parted, the tip of her tongue tracing just the insides of them, her eyes looking into those of the man beneath her.

Obi-Wan can do nothing but press his tongue firmly into her opening and drink from her, tasting her essence and her alien sweetness. He licks her nub as she pushes it against his lips and groans…his manhood now hard and throbbing again. Kerri throws back her head and gives a long cry before moving away from Obi-Wan's mouth. As she goes down over his body, she rubs her slick womanhood over his chest and stomach. She straddles his thighs, looking at his hardness, touching it eagerly.

"Yes...sweet padawan, take him inside you now," I encourage her with a knowing grin, seeing the dark delight in her eyes, the devious smile playing on her sweet lips.

Without a moment's hesitation, my little dark Jedi spreads the lips of her womanhood widely with one hand, using the other to guide his twitching sex to her opening. Her lips embrace his sex eagerly as she lowers herself onto him, her opening stretching to the full, and she lets out a deep growl as he fills her fully and completely. Immediately Kerri begins to rock her hips - wild, forceful moves, and Obi-Wan groans as he feels her tight walls contract around his sex, her tightness squeezing his length within her, almost painfully. And I can see his sac is taut and I know his release is not far away now.

"Another secret you might wish to know, Jedi friend. Once you release your seed into the womb of someone belonging to the Darkside, you can never again make love to a Lightsider. Should you do so, she will also forever belong to the Darkside."

I hear Obi-Wan moan and gasp at once, not believing what his ears hear.

And I continue. "Your seed will corrupt all others, my Jedi friend. You shall be condemned to live a life of celibacy!"

"Noooooo!!" Obi-Wan cries between gasps. "NOOOOOOO!!!!"

"Oh yes, my dear fool!" I laugh aloud, feeling my own desire and need grow as I watch my little Darksider ride Obi-Wan with wild abandon. Yet I can see his eyes close, his face attempting to calm as he attempts to concentrate… He tries to use the Force to prevent his release, but Kerri's arousing moves have made him go beyond the point of no return as she thrusts her hips against him wildly, her breasts bouncing and dancing as she rides him. I can tell, by the way Obi-Wan is throwing his head back and arching his spine that she is using her inside muscles to milk him, squeezing his hardness deep inside her body…his release is coming… Suddenly Obi-Wan screams at the top of his lungs - a terrifying, agonized scream, and then he lets his seed flow into the womb of his former padawan, his back arching high from the table, his head back as his eyes roll back into his skull. She continues to ride him hard and fast, her moans now cries of ecstasy, placing her hands on her breasts, squeezing her hard little nipples. And then she too gives a long loud cry and lets her essence go, mingling it with his.

"Good - very good!" I exclaim aloud with the utmost satisfaction. "I could not take this revenge myself. No other man's seed shall touch my womb again. It shall forever be a sanctity only to my beloved Lord Maul."

His failure now complete, his humiliation achieved and unsurpassed, the failed Jedi Knight pants hard, his body limp and weak as my little Darksider moves slowly over his hips, her body shaking still from the intensity of her release.

"Kerri…no…" Obi-Wan mummers softly, his throat hoarse from his powerful and painful scream of release, his head lying limply on one side, his eyes closed, beads of sweat gathering to trickle down the sides of his face and forehead.

"Now Jedi, you will sleep and on the morrow you will die. Come, my little Kerri." And with that I leave the room, Kerri climbing wearily from over his hips, his gender slouching out of her flooded opening, and she follows me out of the prison chamber.

Continued in Part V

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