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+G through L › Knights of the Old Republic
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
7,870
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Knights of the Old Republic, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
There is No Ignorance...
Chapter One - There is No Ignorance
There is no emotion there is peace.
At one time, Bastila Shan had been untouched by the hands of men. She was neither caressed nor kissed, her body remained undefiled. She had prided herself in the fact that she need not to stoop down to the level of those who were unchaste. She was to be a jedi knight who was to remain in control of even her deepest emotions and wants.
At one time, yes she had.
Above Bastila, the Black Vulger forced himself onto her, now that he was done brutalizing her. Never before had Bastila Shan been touched in the way that she had been this day, and now that she lay naked beneath this sickening creature, she felt an anger within her ignite. An anger that she swore would remain dormant even in her most darkest hours. She was a of the jedi order, she was above this petty hate.
She was supposed to be...
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
Panic stricken her heart into a feverish beating as she felt him shift his weight as he unbuttoned his black trousers. Had it not been for the neutralizer which kept not only her force powers, but also her movements at bay, she would have made him pay for what the acts he was about to perform on her. She would have gladly crushed his neck for the thought even passing through his simple mind.
He leaned forward, cupping one heavy breast in his claw like hand. A cool smile drew his lips back from his teeth, and a foulness crept up her nostrils, she groaned with disgust. Misreading her moan, the gang member gave her another firm squeeze and leaned further into the woman his right hand dipping down between her legs. The nest of curling brown hair was moist, anticipating his waiting member which was thrust forward like a lance, tight with excitement.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
Without further wait or care, the creature forced himself into her tightness. Penetrating her deeply and painfully. Bastila, unprepared for the discomfort cried out in surprise as her virginity was torn from her. His throbbing member was hot and hard, and enough to wet her eyes with tears. Stripped of hope, security, and pride, all the woman could do was cling to the lustful creature above her who pumped into her again and again. Its own low cries and growls sounding loudly in her ear.
To her left Brejik sat behind his desk, watching the events unfold with a grin that sparkled in his eyes. His left hand stroked himself as he met Bastila’s hateful, pained gaze. The Vulkar above her continued to pound into her, panting all the while. Brejik felt his balls begin to tighten, he knew he was going to-
The Vulkar let out a sharp hiss, and arched it back coming deep inside the woman’s womb. Had she not been so furious, she would have wept.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
The Vulkar then rose to its feet and pulled it’s trousers back up over his nakedness. He grinned.
Behind his desk Brejik was whipping the reminants of his cum beneath his desk. Without gazing at the woman again, he spoke. “Get her back to her cell.”
The Vulkar nodded, and roughly took hold of Bastila’s wrist, forcing her to her feet. She felt the warmth of his cum ooze down the softness of her inner thighs, and much to her displeasure she was paraded out through the Black Vulkar base like a prize. Those who were present, laughed and hissed trying to groped her silken flesh. She hated them all, but none more then Brejik, and before the end she would kill him. Brejik would pay with his life...
There is no death, there is the force.
* * *
They called it the Under City, and could have definitely called it a lot worse.
My name is Gwene Savo, I’m a soldier of the Republic, like the guy to my left; Carth Onasi. You see, we’re both Republic fugitives trying to keep just under the Sith’s radar. In doing so, however, it seems that we’re both attracting the attention of everything else living under the Tarisian sun.
Blaster fire sounds, and just like that it’s on. With Carth being a dead eye with a blaster and the skinny Twi’lek to small to really do anything but pull a trigger, it’s up to me to do the dirty work. Attacking a rakghoul with nothing but a few blasters and a vibroblade is foolish, attacking four with the same weapons? Now that’s just down right stupid, but allow me to introduce you to my life.
I lunge at the first, making sure to stay close enough to do some damage, but far enough away so as I won’t get bitten and end up like those poor beggars back in the small Under City enclave. Ducking beneath the clawed grasp of the creature, I hope to the Gods that Onasi and Mission keep the other three at bay.
I’ve been on this planet for about twelve and a half hours now, and life couldn’t get any worse. Sure it’s been bad, but this is damn near ridiculous. I’ve been run down by beggars, drunks, Sith, and now this white rug heap.
Playing offense again, I continue to dodge it’s blows, eliciting furious growls. Carth fires several more shots, evening the odds. I side step a swipe, feeling the air kiss my skin, I realize that another mere inches and I could have become one of them. Infected by the venom of it’s claws. I’m thinking to hard about this, just kill it, I tell myself.
Mission kills the rakghoul to my right, and helps Carth with the fourth. Meanwhile I feel adrenaline kick in, charging forward at the rakghoul in front of me, I take a chance. The creature opens up it’s chest just long enough for my to sneak in. Surging forward I drive the blade home just as Mission and Carth snuff out the rakghoul which was farthest away. The rakghoul twists at the end of my vibroblade for a moment before drawing limp, I slide it off the blade and step back. Just like that, it’s over. The entrance to the sewer is nearly cleared.
We’re all another step closer to Bastila.
Welcome to my life, it never gets any easier.
* * *
One the bridge of the Leviathan, Darth Malak stood, his feet spread wide apart and his broad shoulders drawn back. The man was easily six foot six, and there was little wonder as to why he was so intimidating. Even more so, now that he was intent upon finding Bastila Shan.
Looking out over the planet of Taris watched as the city lay in wait, restlessly hoping for Malak to leave with his soldiers. He would have gladly had it not been for the elusiveness of the jedi Bastila.
Yet, somehow, that was not entirely why he had sent so many man down onto the planet’s surface. There was something... But he didn’t know what. He gazed out into the darkness of space for a moment, his face lined with concentration, there was on odd excitement built up within him that he hadn’t felt in ages. SHE, however, was the only one who was able to excite him so. His old master. Revan was long since dead, but why now, why did he feel this way? His aphotic eyes then returned the surface of Taris and he wondered, what am I truly searching for?
There is no emotion there is peace.
At one time, Bastila Shan had been untouched by the hands of men. She was neither caressed nor kissed, her body remained undefiled. She had prided herself in the fact that she need not to stoop down to the level of those who were unchaste. She was to be a jedi knight who was to remain in control of even her deepest emotions and wants.
At one time, yes she had.
Above Bastila, the Black Vulger forced himself onto her, now that he was done brutalizing her. Never before had Bastila Shan been touched in the way that she had been this day, and now that she lay naked beneath this sickening creature, she felt an anger within her ignite. An anger that she swore would remain dormant even in her most darkest hours. She was a of the jedi order, she was above this petty hate.
She was supposed to be...
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
Panic stricken her heart into a feverish beating as she felt him shift his weight as he unbuttoned his black trousers. Had it not been for the neutralizer which kept not only her force powers, but also her movements at bay, she would have made him pay for what the acts he was about to perform on her. She would have gladly crushed his neck for the thought even passing through his simple mind.
He leaned forward, cupping one heavy breast in his claw like hand. A cool smile drew his lips back from his teeth, and a foulness crept up her nostrils, she groaned with disgust. Misreading her moan, the gang member gave her another firm squeeze and leaned further into the woman his right hand dipping down between her legs. The nest of curling brown hair was moist, anticipating his waiting member which was thrust forward like a lance, tight with excitement.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
Without further wait or care, the creature forced himself into her tightness. Penetrating her deeply and painfully. Bastila, unprepared for the discomfort cried out in surprise as her virginity was torn from her. His throbbing member was hot and hard, and enough to wet her eyes with tears. Stripped of hope, security, and pride, all the woman could do was cling to the lustful creature above her who pumped into her again and again. Its own low cries and growls sounding loudly in her ear.
To her left Brejik sat behind his desk, watching the events unfold with a grin that sparkled in his eyes. His left hand stroked himself as he met Bastila’s hateful, pained gaze. The Vulkar above her continued to pound into her, panting all the while. Brejik felt his balls begin to tighten, he knew he was going to-
The Vulkar let out a sharp hiss, and arched it back coming deep inside the woman’s womb. Had she not been so furious, she would have wept.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
The Vulkar then rose to its feet and pulled it’s trousers back up over his nakedness. He grinned.
Behind his desk Brejik was whipping the reminants of his cum beneath his desk. Without gazing at the woman again, he spoke. “Get her back to her cell.”
The Vulkar nodded, and roughly took hold of Bastila’s wrist, forcing her to her feet. She felt the warmth of his cum ooze down the softness of her inner thighs, and much to her displeasure she was paraded out through the Black Vulkar base like a prize. Those who were present, laughed and hissed trying to groped her silken flesh. She hated them all, but none more then Brejik, and before the end she would kill him. Brejik would pay with his life...
There is no death, there is the force.
* * *
They called it the Under City, and could have definitely called it a lot worse.
My name is Gwene Savo, I’m a soldier of the Republic, like the guy to my left; Carth Onasi. You see, we’re both Republic fugitives trying to keep just under the Sith’s radar. In doing so, however, it seems that we’re both attracting the attention of everything else living under the Tarisian sun.
Blaster fire sounds, and just like that it’s on. With Carth being a dead eye with a blaster and the skinny Twi’lek to small to really do anything but pull a trigger, it’s up to me to do the dirty work. Attacking a rakghoul with nothing but a few blasters and a vibroblade is foolish, attacking four with the same weapons? Now that’s just down right stupid, but allow me to introduce you to my life.
I lunge at the first, making sure to stay close enough to do some damage, but far enough away so as I won’t get bitten and end up like those poor beggars back in the small Under City enclave. Ducking beneath the clawed grasp of the creature, I hope to the Gods that Onasi and Mission keep the other three at bay.
I’ve been on this planet for about twelve and a half hours now, and life couldn’t get any worse. Sure it’s been bad, but this is damn near ridiculous. I’ve been run down by beggars, drunks, Sith, and now this white rug heap.
Playing offense again, I continue to dodge it’s blows, eliciting furious growls. Carth fires several more shots, evening the odds. I side step a swipe, feeling the air kiss my skin, I realize that another mere inches and I could have become one of them. Infected by the venom of it’s claws. I’m thinking to hard about this, just kill it, I tell myself.
Mission kills the rakghoul to my right, and helps Carth with the fourth. Meanwhile I feel adrenaline kick in, charging forward at the rakghoul in front of me, I take a chance. The creature opens up it’s chest just long enough for my to sneak in. Surging forward I drive the blade home just as Mission and Carth snuff out the rakghoul which was farthest away. The rakghoul twists at the end of my vibroblade for a moment before drawing limp, I slide it off the blade and step back. Just like that, it’s over. The entrance to the sewer is nearly cleared.
We’re all another step closer to Bastila.
Welcome to my life, it never gets any easier.
* * *
One the bridge of the Leviathan, Darth Malak stood, his feet spread wide apart and his broad shoulders drawn back. The man was easily six foot six, and there was little wonder as to why he was so intimidating. Even more so, now that he was intent upon finding Bastila Shan.
Looking out over the planet of Taris watched as the city lay in wait, restlessly hoping for Malak to leave with his soldiers. He would have gladly had it not been for the elusiveness of the jedi Bastila.
Yet, somehow, that was not entirely why he had sent so many man down onto the planet’s surface. There was something... But he didn’t know what. He gazed out into the darkness of space for a moment, his face lined with concentration, there was on odd excitement built up within him that he hadn’t felt in ages. SHE, however, was the only one who was able to excite him so. His old master. Revan was long since dead, but why now, why did he feel this way? His aphotic eyes then returned the surface of Taris and he wondered, what am I truly searching for?