Suffering Indignities

So I decided to write another KOTOR2 fic while working on how my second HK-47 fic was to come along.

When you watch the scene of what happens to Kreia when she was a Sith from Sion and Nihilius, when she says that she "suffered indignities" and it blacks out, it made me think of many dirty things XP. So here is my interpretation of what happens.

This fic is somewhat a lead into the next HK fic.

Please be warned there may be some grossness in this...

Otherwise, hope you enjoy ^_^

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Footsteps rang out gently along the metal floor as I came out of my meditation and could sense the exile was approaching me. I could sense even before she entered the room that she had questions that she wanted to be answered. Such an inquisitive youth, yet I could not blame her for she has forgotten much and yet has caused so much damage by doing so.

She was respectful of my teachings, but she was not a mindless drone who followed my every caution. She had her reasons on what she did but would acknowledge if it were not the best course of action. In a way she was like myself, playing mind games with the lesser beings around her who follow her. She too wasn't as forthcoming at first as I was. One could say she was a younger cryptic of myself.

I rose from the floor as I could sense her before me, the dark energy curling around her frame like thick armour, protecting her, encasing her in such a beauty that not many others who have fallen to the dark side before her could grasp. Though my eyes long ago have lost their sight, my replaced vision through the force shows me the faint black vein marks that trail along her deathly pale flesh, line vines trying to encase their prey in whole. Her eyes were nearly as white as mine, but the faint outline of black pupils glared out from within her orbs.

She was strong and confident, but not ignorant. This I could see by how she reacted to every situation, with her companions, strangers and her foes on the battlefield. She was the one and I would lead her down the path that would bring her success.

"Yes? Have you come with questions?" I finally initiated, wondering what is that she wished to ask.

"Yes, and I need some answers" she replied firmly, the tone in her voice giving the edge that she would not take any beating around the bush for an answer. Nor did I have any intention on doing so.

"Very well. What is it that you wish to know?"

She gazed at me for a few moments and I could sense her looking over my form, as if gaging how I was presenting myself would be the best course to ask. Finally she spoke.

"Kreia, what are you? Are you a Jedi or a Sith?"

I paused for a moment, letting the question wash over me. Interesting of her to ask me this now though in a way it disgusted me slightly. Titles... heh... who needs them? Should she not know by now that the world is not split into good and evil, light and dark?

"Does it matter? Of course it does, such titles allow you to break the galaxy into light and dark, categorize it" I mused out mockingly. I could sense that she was not amused and smiled inwardly to myself before continuing.

"Perhaps I am neither, and I hold both as what they are, pieces of a whole. Know that I am your teacher, and that is enough".

She only stared at me, her eyes remaining locked with mind and she took this piece of information. But she was restless, as was a common trait for being one with the dark, and this was not the answer she wanted, or at least one that would sate her curiosity.

"Then what are you?" she finally asked. I let out a low sigh, shrugging my shoulders before I gave her a response.

"What do you wish to hear? That I once believed the code of the Jedi? That I fell to the call of the Sith, that perhaps, once, I held the galaxy by its throat? That for every good work that I did, I brought equal harm upon the galaxy? That perhaps what the greatest of the Sith Lords knew of evil, they learned from me? ...what would it matter now? There is only so much comfort in knowing such things, and it is not who I am now".

My voice trailed off at the end as I could see the flickers of images in my mind, like an old holocron struggling to play when it has not been touched for a very long time. Decayed, obsolete and forgotten yet still there, always at some point poking its head to remind me of what I've done, and perhaps to teach me something that I may not have seen... but I do not wish to see it. I've seen it far too many times... every night, at one point or the other, it feels that I repeat it till my heart clenches and I wake up breathless. Somethings still bother me... yes... and that one... still does.

The exile looked me over again and her thoughts, her emotions were quiet. She was withholding it from me, from my senses. Why? Was she feeling pity for me? Was she irritated that it was still not the answer she desired? Perhaps at the moment I did not care to figure it out.

"I still wish to hear the story" she let out in her soft baritone, the tone of voice that captivates anyone's will to listen to it, to please that voice. Unlike other times, there would be a firm edge to her voice, demanding of an answer, even if it were more respectful towards me than others. But no, this time, was a simple, innocent request, but I could sense the hidden layers underneath.

I looked at her face, sensing her expression. Neutral. Though part of the dark side, there was no anger, nor any irritation in her gaze. Just... neutral.

"...very well" I relented.

After all even I could not say no to her voice, if not for long. And now, that I think of it, maybe my past ordeals will help her become stronger and overcome the dark forces that threaten to crush her.

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"There are dark places in the galaxy where few tread. Ancient centers of learning, of knowledge..."

I strode towards the center of the main meditation chamber, the Trayus Core, where the bright blood red circle in the middle of the circular room glowed upwards with an ethereal light from the floor. The five metal and stone spikes protruding a good few meters around it looking like the inner teeth of a monster and the eight larger strutting spikes on a further stretch away giving the appearance of the outer jaws of a beast, such as a sarlacc. Once it draws its prey in, there is no escaping, such as the dark side of the force. Even if you were to try, you'd be harmed far more greatly then to just accept your cost.

Upon reaching my designated area, I reflected upon today's earlier teachings for some of the new students. Though the training was essential, it left one weary at times. Plus with the constant, if not pitiful, attacks from the Republic, it left much to be desired from one's health.

I closed my eyes as I stood upon the blood red light, letting my dark energies swirl and grow inside of me, letting my hatred for others, for those who could not hope to comprehend of what is before fill my mind. To destroy the weak and the stupid... to hurt and betray others... yes... betray... for that is what I am... Darth Traya, Lord of Betrayal... those fools from the Jedi council... but they too will meet their fate...

If only they could know of my academy, deep within the almost near forgotten Malachor V, the desolate land where everything from the war started and then ended, where no one thought that nothing would come alive from here. That it was empty and barren, like their own minds and souls. What fools they were... one should learn to never judge something as gone till they get all the facts... and those idiots never did. That would be their downfall heh...

"But I did not walk alone. To be united by hatred is a... fragile alliance at best".

The Sith Triumvirate... solidified after the battle at Rakata Prime, led by Revan... I smiled as her image played along my mind. She was powerful, cunning, brilliant... everything a Sith could hope to be, but in a way never could. Revan had no weaknesses. At the time when she was my student, she had learned much from as me as I did from her. She was the one where many Sith could aspire and yearn to be, though in truth never really could.

But she had left, for whatever reasons remain unknown. Nonetheless, co-rulers were needed to keep her Empire in power and that is where I, along with my two apprentices came in.

Darth Nihilius, Lord of Hunger... he once use to be a man... but now he is only a ghost of his former self, his very essence keeping his armour animated. No one had seen his face... no one ever will till he dies. His one strength, as well as weakness, was the neverending crave for hunger. Any life he came upon would be dead in mere moments, sucking in all the life to sate him for just perhaps a couple of minutes before the hunger would hit him again. But he was controlled by it... everything surrounding him was to abstain that one goal. To sate his hunger. He had grown so powerful and yet so obsessed, even his speech now can not be comprehended... garbled words from an ancient tongue... but you could still hear what he says, if you knew how to listen...

As for the other and final member of the Sith Triumvirate, there was Darth Sion, Lord of Pain. Emerging from a power struggle that divided the Sith on Korriban, arose that being. In a sense, he should be dead, a twisted form, a broken shell, that was all that Sion was now. But his sheer force of will and his connection to the dark side was what was keeping him together. He used his constant agony and pain of his condition to fuel his power, his hatred and his body. He was brutal to the extreme and very strong. That was an admirable quality of any Sith. However, he cared nothing for knowledge or studies, just hatred for power, and perhaps that is why we did not see eye to eye. There is more to be learned from the knowledge of various different aspects around you, but to Sion, power and hatred was everything alone that made a Sith strong. Nonetheless it was his beliefs, if only jaded ones at that.

The last remaining few straying factions of the Sith joined with us and we made our Empire grow a lot more powerful than it use to be, fortifying what Revan believed in, as well as what myself and my fellow two Siths felt as well. Nobody could destroy us. What I yearned to show others and to teach that damn Jedi council was slowly coming to fruition. Everything was going as planned.

"But my will was not law... there were disagreements. Ambition".

Footsteps started to resound softly and I opened my eyes, drifting out of my brief meditation as I spied upon the one who was disturbing me.

As my senses roved over the being approaching me, I realized it was Sion. I frowned softly, a little annoyed. He had already pestered me for nearly half of the day and getting into quarrels with this man was... tiresome at best.

I gazed at him scrutingly as he stood before me, his weapon in his hand. My eyes narrowed as the red beam ignited from the base as he smiled wickedly at me. I smirked as I ignited my own weapon. So the fool wishes to challenge me...

"And hunger for power".

However when Nihilius stepped forward from a different direction, gazing at me with eyes that no one could see, I grew slightly worried. I looked back and forth between the two, the answer slowly coming into my mind as I realized what was happening here, my stomach clenching at the mere thought.

Betrayal.

"We grow impatient waiting around while you use your echoes to draw Jedi into our midst and playing stupid child's games with the Republic. I crave battles, pain, torture, to see others scream and cry as their life is drained away from them slowly where as Nihilius craves the hunger, and needs his force sustenance. Though you proved useful in the beginning, that use has run out and we're not going to listen or work with someone as transient as you" Sion stated coldly though that smiled never left his deformed face and it only made my stomach tighten more.

I took a few steps back, gaging on what to do, looking back between the two Siths, my brain racking for the answers I need to defeat them but nothing coming at all.

Before I knew it Nihilius flung out his hand, using the force to slam me into one of the near pillars, knocking the breath out from me as my weapon dropped out from my grasp, the red crystal blade disappearing into the hilt.

"There are techniques within the Force against which there is no defense".

I groaned softly as Sion stood before me. Glaring at him I held out my hand, concentration to draw my weapon into my hand to fight. The handle rattled on the ground briefly and then it stopped. I tried harder, forcing all my thoughts to draw my weapon into my hand, but it would not move. I tried desperately to hone my thoughts for anything, to blast Sion away from me, to summon the electrical energy into my hands and blast them out from my fingertips. But there was nothing. And soon a sinking feeling swept within me as I tried to hide my trembles.

I could no longer use the force.

Sion let out a low laugh at my pitiful attempts and I refused to look up at him, to see that goading look on his face. To hear him speak... sent chills down my spine.

"How do you like our new technique old woman? It took us a while to master it... but the long hours training proved well worth the wait. To sever the connection with the force. How does it feel? Do you feel cold inside? Empty? Like you're nothing at all?"

I refused to answer, refused to let him hear the fear that was itching to spill out from my lips. Things became a lot more clearer to me now... both the dark side and the light, the force itself... my course of actions... my choices... somehow... it felt, wrong. That this wasn't what I was suppose to be doing. That this was all a mistake...

I was brought out of my thoughts as Sion's decayed hand came down upon my face hard and grasped me tightly, my screams muffled against him as he lifted me up before slamming the back of my head against the pillar. I grasped at his hand but I had no strength to stop him as I could feel my senses grow mildly dizzy.

His left knee connected with my gut, knocking the air out of me once again as his other hand cracked down upon my face again, trickles of blood coming out of my mouth as I almost fell to the ground but he seized me by the throat before I fell and held me up before him, squeezing my throat, willing to crush the bones and windpipes within my flesh. I gagged and coughed, grasping helplessly at his hand again, desperately wanting to stop, fear apparent in my gaze. That wicked smile never left his face as he viewed my actions before he hurled me to the ground, I crying out as my body screamed in pain as it slammed against the hard stone floor.

I lay there, panting heavily as he stood before me. I lay there, trying not to think of the betrayal I received for the second time in my life... but I couldn't help it. Nothing was held back within me, whether my blood or my thoughts. It was... sickening.

"I was cast down. Stripped of my power. Exiled".

"You're no longer part of the Triumvirate old woman. Your words, your echoes in our brains hold no power here. You're weak and we don't allow weak people to be part of us. I believe those were your choice words as well at the time" Sion sneered at me and I closed me eyes, wanting to shut everything out, not wanting to be here now, to hear his voice or Nihilius... to just... disappear.

"But before you leave, if you have the strength to do so that is, we have a parting gift for you" came the Lord of Pain's voice again.

I wearily opened my eyes to gaze at him and Nihilius as they both stared back at me. Sion bent down to reach at me again and I tensed, awaiting the blow that he was to lay down upon me.

The man, or what use to be a normal man, only laughed darkly as his hand clasped down around my robes, not my flesh, and yanked it roughly off me, the sound of material tearing as I was now only left within my under clothes, compromising of a simple black bra and underwear. For a moment I was puzzled as to why he chose to disrobe me... but then it soon became apparent as he tossed my robe from his hands to the ground and moved to stand before me.

I tentatively looked up at him, that wicked smile still upon that destroyed face, if not having grown deeper. He holstered his weapon to his side as his hand moved suggestively over the front of his pants. He let out a low chuckle, his gaze never leaving mine as Nihilius made some comment, and upon understanding what it was...

...I paled.

"I suffered... indignities".

Sion moved to unzip his pants, reaching in slowly, teasingly, loving the way as I slowly cringed back from what I was about to see, not wanting to see it, not wanting to be here.

Upon pulling it out, my face twisted slightly into disgust. The appendage, just like the rest of him, looked like it had been sewn back together poorly. It was quite long, almost more then half the length of his lightsaber hilt. The colour was a mix of gray and yellow, the muscles stretching haphazardly in nearly every direction the misshapen penis went. The sac that was attached to it was hairless and had a faint tinge of blue to its sacs where it look bulbous and had large boils along it, threatening to burst, filled with either pus or some other disgusting substance.

"No..." I whispered. Sion's smile only grew wider.

"Oh yes" he simply stated as reached down towards me. I tried to move back, to slap his hands away, but my body was rooted to the spot, by fear and perhaps by what both he and Nihilius have done to me when they severed my link to the force.

Sion grasped me by the hair and I let out a yelp as he tugged roughly, pulling me onto my knees, a whine of discomfort escaping my lips as he brought my face in close to his appendage, brushing the not yet engorged member against my face, I shuddering at the cold and moist feeling.

"Come now old woman, do your job and make me feel like a man. I know you've had experience in your younger years so you can't have forgotten now. Perhaps a bit rusty as your decrepit frame may be, but not stupid" he sneered down at me, pressing the tip to my lips. I shook my head roughly, keeping my jaw firmly shut, refusing to allow him access, refusing to taste that vile thing.

The Lord of Pain had other plans, however. With his other hand he grasped my left arm and started to twist it roughly. Tears stinged my eyes as I could feel my muscles being strained, the tissue threatening to tear He forced the pressure, the tips of his gloved fingertips digging deeper into my flesh, the indentations threatening to crumble under pressure. As a sharp crack resounded out from deep within my blood, a warning sign that the bone was threatening to snap, did I let out a small cry of pain and the crude dead man before me took this as an opening as he shoved his rotten meat within me.

My screams of disgust were muffled as he roughly thrusted within my mouth. The taste... I did not know how I could describe it nor would I want to ever again. It was... nauseating. Rotten flesh with a faint taste of slime that some slug would excrete gently oozing out of the reanimated pores. It burned at my mouth, my tastebuds smouldered by this repulsive member. My teeth scraped and grated along the rough flesh and at times I did try to bite at him, but this only released grunts of pleasure and out of the Sith's mouth and further increased his pressure on my old arm as small tears were forming where he was pressing down so hard.

The head of his penis was shoving hard against my uvula, gently scraping the back of my neck each time as Sion tried to force me to take his whole member. I gagged and whimpered, tears starting to trail down my cheeks. I was scared, there was no denying it. This was not how it was suppose to be. This was not-

"Quit your whinings old fool. Though you may not speak, we can still hear them loud and clear from that pitiful mind of yours. Accept the consequences and do your work" Sion spat out, crushing her head faster and harder up and down him, his teeth gritting. "If you do not get me hard soon, I'll break you in half".

I tensed at the thought and unwillingly sucked harder on the foul tasting cock. I did not know nor did I want to fathom how this appendage could get hard after all the times of Sion being ripped apart and pulled himself back together again. Things like that were best left unknown.

Soon, finally, did the member start to harden, the soft texture becoming far more rough, the cracks along the flesh stretching as it widened inside of my mouth, my jaw becoming sore as my muscles grew sore. Larger and larger did he become till the pain of sucking on him became unbearable, my tongue feeling raw from having to rub against the underside of his pallid flesh so quickly.

Suddenly the taste of something bitter started to trickle down my throat and I let out a muffled cry, clenching my eyes shut as I tried so desperately to ignore the taste of the precum that was pouring out of his engorged tip.

Laughing Sion shoved me off of his penis, I letting out a yelp as I fell back onto the hard ground, his other hand having released my arm as I fell, groans of pain escaping out of my lips as my head smacked against the stone floor. I coughed up the remaining semen from my mouth, spitting it to the floor. I gazed wearily at my left arm, sensing all the fluids trickling down from it. It hurt when I moved it and I winced slightly.

"Don't worry woman, I'd rather release into something a lot more tighter then that talkative mouth of yours. Besides, some of my victims stomachs did not react too well to vast amounts of my fluids" he snickered and my head shot to him, trying not to imagine the thoughts of what would occur and I was greatful that I did not consume that much of the disgusting liquid.

Smirking Sion knelt before me and I scrambled to move back. Nonchalantly he just grasped both my ankles and squeezed hard, stressing my flesh as he dragged back down towards him, the skin on my back becoming aggravated as it scraped along the hard ground.

He leaned over me and I tried pushing my hands against his chest to push him off. Chuckling and shaking his head, staring at me with his mismatched eyes, the eery white orb and the dark pupiled one of his left, he backhanded me roughly in the face, my head once again cracking against the hard ground, blood dribbling down my lips as I shook my head to get it out of his dazed reverie, where as he, with one hand on my bra and the other on my underwear, ripped both garments off in a fluid fashion, leaving me utterly naked.

"No... damnit no!" I pleaded as his hands kneaded the flesh of my breasts hard, I grimacing as he twisted my nipples roughly, almost to the point where I thought he was going to rip them off. "Stop it!"

"Hmmm... I don't think so... after all, I'm giving you a gift, you should be a good old hag and take it" he stated coldly as he brought his warped lips down, giving me a rough nip in the neck as I yelled out, his teeth breaking the skin immediately on contact.

Once again I tried to push him off but still he did not yield as I could feel his tongue, so rough and yet so slimy, trail along the the mark he left upon my throat, drawing in the blood and spreading it out along my flesh, pressing and pushing deep into the wound before trailing his tongue up, licking at my cheek, bringing it close to my lips. I grimaced, trying to turn my face away. Laughing he released my breasts and with his left hand clenched my face in place, forcing me to look at him. I almost wished that when both he and Nihilius broke my link to the force they had taken my sight too... but I had no such luck in this matter.

"Don't worry old woman. I have no intent of kissing you. Your mouth is dirty enough as it is on its own. No... I say its time for the main course, don't you?" he queried mockingly as his right hand trailed down gently along the center of her chest and then along her soft and pale stomach before stopping above the crotch of her vagina, a small tuft of white hair coating around the entrance through soft lips.

"No... please don't... I beg of you..." I pleaded, my hands moving to touch his, encircling his warped wrist. Sion smirked, his left hand pressing down hard along my face, not enough to break anything, but enough pressure to cause great discomfort.

"Begging now are we? Funny how it was always others who you got to beg for you. Beg for your knowledge, your wisdom, your power, your experiences. And now the tables have turned when one's life is on the line... though you do not care if you die. You'd rather die than experience this... I can feel it by the way you quiver, by the way you look at me with those blind eyes but still can see... no old woman. You are getting what you have deserved for a long time. You have no power... you have no strengths... only weaknesses" Sion sneered out as I shook at his tone of voice and the way he looked down at me. I would not believe that, I could not... but at the moment... it felt as if I had no choice but to accept that fact.

I squirmed as his fingers touched along my most delicate area in a gentle way, but I knew it was a facade. I grimaced as he trailed along the outlines of my labia while his other hand still clutched my face, having moved down to grasp my neck and keep me pinned. Smirking at me he finally removed his hand and I let out as long sigh of relief that I didn't realize I have been holding, my hands releasing his wrist. Snickering he winked at me.

"Let's begin shall we?" he suggested and before I could even respond, snapped his hips to mine, shoving his enlarged and very gross length deep inside.

I let out a shrill cry as his vast size stretched me. I was not aroused, and frankly I'm glad I wasn't or I'd try to kill myself, to be aroused by such a revolting man.

Immediately the Lord of Pain thrusted fast and hard into me, the various bulges along his penis grating my flesh, irritating it. His balls were smacking against me each time he moved in hard. I cried and tried once again to shove him off me, slamming my hands as hard as I could against his chest, my nails digging into the hard, moist flesh as I struggled against him.

He didn't try to stop me and I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried. He only laughed, his hand around my neck starting to crush it slowly as I choked and gagged, my hands slipping down off his chest as I tried to pull his hand futilely from my neck, though I knew I couldn't win. Physical strength was something I lacked, something that I had not bothered to concentrate on. Something that I'm paying for right now.

Still the vile Sith laughed above me, his free hand smacking my breasts and clawing at my thighs, and at times even backhanding me in the face, beating me as he raped me, my cries never stopping, tears that I have not shed for many years finally trailing down my cheeks. I felt so dirty... so hurt... so betrayed and I had no power to stop him.

My vagina was growing raw and hot as I panted for his vast size, wanting it to end, to stop this horrendous pain that was filling me, as well as the sickening notion that I was not sure how long my body could keep up without feeling some form of arousal by it. At the moment I knew there was none by how rough I felt him inside, but if I got wet by any means...

Sion's breath was starting to hitch in his throat and the gruesome reality soon came to me that he would soon release inside of me. He pressed himself lower to me, now both his hands wrapped firmly around me neck as brought his face in close, the air come from his lips splashing down upon my own. I shut my eyes against the stench, so putrid and... full of so much death, my tears pouring out a lot more freely now, stinging the corners of my closed eyelids from the burning smell emanating from this dead man.

And then, up above me did Sion tense, his whole body having gone rigid as he let out a sharp low moan, and shoved into me hard one last time as I let out a choked scream, my walls unwillingly tightening against him as a hot burst of liquid shot up into me, almost as if it was going to burn its entire way through my uterus and even up into my ovaries. For one long enduring moment my body shook as I could feel the burning pain soar through me, my limbs shaking, my hands clenching onto both of his around my neck, my sobs neverending.

And then finally, it stopped.

Letting out a very relaxed sigh, Sion stretched and finally released my throat, looking down at me with a lopsided smile as I opened my eyes. He brought his face in close to my ear and when he whispered, it stung.

"Was it good for you as it was for me? For an old hag, you are surprisingly tight" he mused and I clenched my eyes shut against the comment. He merely only laughed before he pulled out with a sickening pop and I gasped out in pain as my body was relieved to have gotten the item that stretched it so much finally removed.

Still laughing he gently slapped my stomach though it felt a lot harder to me and I winced as I curled up slowly, my arms protectively over my chest and drawing my legs in next, head tucking a bit as I could feel some liquid drip out from me. Pregnancy, I was not worried about. There were forms against which it could be neutralized... and besides he was still considered dead, so his seed would aspire to no life. But still, it was the action that was made that still hurt the most...

I could sense the Lord of Pain stand up and I could hear the noise of his zipper of his pants, indicating that he has tucked that monstrosity attached to him back into his pants. Good... I did not want to experience him again.

"Looks like its your turn, Nihilius".

My head shot up in surprise, my whole body tense as I turned my head sharply to Nihilius, who up till now has remained standing in the same upright, stiff position with his arms crossed. I could feel the blood drain from my face as he uncrossed those lean muscular armoured black arms as he slowly strode towards me.

I could feel my heart racing and my mind swirling with outcomes as I started to panic, forcing myself to my knees, my body screaming in protest, the muscles from my arm tight and bruised, my limbs nearly feeling like jelly as I tried to scramble back. Sion, who was still at my side, let out a cold laugh before he gave me a sharp kick in my side and I could almost hear the fine cracks within my ribcage as the air knocked out of me, forcing me to roll onto my back.

The Lord of Hunger finally stood over me, staring down at me intently. My arms immediately moved to cover my chest. I was scared and confused. All that's left in that shell of an armour is his essence, no mortal flesh to exist behind that thick hide, but at the same time I still did not want to find out how he could commit the act.

Not that I had a say in the matter. Garbled words once again came out from beneath the white and red marked mask. From hearing the voice directly, no one would know what he was saying, speaking that ancient tongue of long ago. However, in one's mind...

I sense your fear... how it stirs my hunger...

I froze as the words just floated within my head, the voice strong, loud and very dominant. To this point, I never thought of Nihilius to be interested in anything else but his hunger for power, and if they have blocked me from my connection then I should have none he would want. Never did any thought of him having interest in sexual pleasure crossed my mine, nor did any matters associated along those lines, especially with his current state of ethereal form... but now...

I was brought out of my thoughts roughly as a glowing red aura in the shape of a large orb formed in front of Nihilius' chest. It swirled in the pattern of a black hole and air started to be sucked into it, like that of a real vacuum.

Whimpers emitted from deep within my throat as he stretched his arms out wide, almost as the stance that he is ready to embrace someone, and the realization of that someone was me as my body started moving towards him from the power of the suction from his dark aura.

I tried to grasp onto something with my hands but the ground, though very hard and made of stone and metal, was quite smooth and there were no indents where I could stick my fingers in to keep a hold. Soon enough my body was forced against its will into a floating, upright position, my body arched somewhat back, hovering only a few inches off the ground. I then was pulled into the direction of the dark aura. Fear once again struck my nerves, and at a harder blow this time around.

"No... please no!" I begged out in a raspy voice, my throat still hurt from Sion's onslaught previously. The Lord of Pain was watching in mild amusement, a wicked smirk displayed on his features as the Lord of Hunger continued to pull me in, stating nothing into my comments.

As my form finally touched the glowing aura, a flash of bright light erupted around me as well did a freezing sensation go through my whole body, goosebumps pricking up from my skin, my form rigid with fear. Never have I ever seen any form of this power from Nihilius before... he must of learned of this technique, whatever it was, recently, or that he had kept it hidden from me all this time.

The bright light soon died away and I was floating in black darkness. I could see nothing around me nor sense nothing. I couldn't move however with the exception of gently moving my limbs in a small fraction of a direction. The temperature was cool and gently bit into my skin, more sensitive now due to the damage that already had been inflicted.

An indistinguishable voice spoke all around me and I knew who it was, being he the one who brought me here. But I still didn't want to acknowledge or even understand the ancient words that he spoke being translated within my mind.

But what choice did I have?

I like this side of you old woman... so much energy emanating off you, even after we severed your link... this will sate my appetite quite nicely...

I shook my head roughly, the only part of my body I could move freely.

"No! You can't do this! You aren't able to do this!" I cried out. Garbled laughter was my only reply around me.

Oh I don't think so. In the physical world, on the outside, yes, most definitely. But here, within my essence, I can do anything I want. Let me show you.

Feather-like touches ran along my hurt skin and I winced everytime it were to stroke over my flesh. The touches soon seemed to take some form and struggling to sense it and finally the illusion of tendrils made out of dark energy started to slowly wrap around my limbs, curling around my forearms and wrists, encircling my knees and thighs snugly, more going around my waist and neck, my limbs being pulled away from my torso, leaving me in an x formation. The tendrils themselves were cool at the touch but I could feel how strong they really were and if Nihilius willed it, could crush me and rip through my entire body. I shuddered at the thought.

Another laugh rang out with more ancient words.

Don't worry fool. I have no intent on killing you. You'll get that done quite easily yourself. Just giving you the other part of the gift that Sion and myself have planned for you.

"No... I don't want it..." I whispered, tears trailing down my cheeks in small rivers again. Another snicker echoed out around me in the darkness.

Too bad.

Thinner tendrils made their way out to encircle each of my breasts, curling and groping around the mound of flesh, the tips of the dark tentacles toying with my nipples, plucking at them and forcing them to me erect. I squirmed against my bonds, gritting my teeth against the feelings. It was different compared to Sion, who purposefully went out of his way to hurt me. Nihilius, however, wanted to tease me so he could draw out as much energy as he could from me.

Such a sick monster.

A monster am I? Let me show you how much of that statement is true...

I froze at this, finally remembering that in my weakened state, he could easily grasp my thoughts out from my mind.

Still with the ongoing teasing along my breasts, did a larger mass of slithering energy make its way towards my vagina. As it brushed its cold essence along my sore part did I buck and let out a sharp cry. It stung all the way through me, the raw feeling from the previous endeavour having truly not left my body.

I whimpered as it stroked along my clitoris, eliciting soft cries from deep within my throat. The slick noises of wet flesh on a surface soon came to my ears and I grimaced, not wanting to believe that I was becoming aroused by this... but I was. On purpose. It rubbed furiously against me and I bucked and slipped along it unwillingly, the tendrils gripping my legs tightly making my muscles clench somewhat in pain.

"S-Stop it" I begged, my jaws open wide as the mass of dark energy moved down away from my vagina, leaving it alone for a brief moment before landing a large slap against the wet flesh, making me cry out in surprise, my back arching painfully.

You're turned on by this... and the energy emanating from your body is most delicious... there is no way I am going to stop. You're doomed old woman. Take your gift, or your punishment, like a good little girl...

The sliding mass beneath me pulled back till I felt something trying to push into me. I squirmed and bucked, trying to bring my hips back, to avoid it in anyway I could. As I fought, something of a different colour, the opposite of this black darkness, was floating above me. Startled by the new presence I stopped struggling, as did the tendril below me, and I looked up, letting out a startled gasp.

It was Nihilius' mask, just floating in space on the same eye level as my face. It captivated me for some reason, and yet the answer to that reason I didn't really know why. I just started into that mask and it felt that all around me, time has stopped.

And again, did his voice speak around me, though the strength of it was coming mostly from the mask.

I want you to remember this fool... to remember the face of the one doing this to you... may it haunt your every waking moment... may it remind you who are the superiors within the dark side of the force...

And just as those words were stated, in my state of lowered defense, did the large tendril impale me, causing me to let out a shriek of agony.

Like I could forget so soon, even if I wanted to.

This tendril too stretched me painfully as it did from Sion's previous actions. It filled me completely and it was merciless, pounding deep within my core. But it felt unnaturally warm, unlike the outside climate around me. Actually, all the tendrils upon my body were very warm and I started to pant and moan unwillingly, my body becoming very aroused.

"N-No" I spat out through gritted teeth as the darkness pumped itself into me, it brushing against my delicate spot repeatedly and forcefully, my moans coming from my mouth unhinged, I unable to subdue them for even a moment. Nihilius' methods were most cruel.

The tendrils on my chest continued to ripple and caress me, the others having seized my limbs still being taut and tight but heating the flesh even more with its increased warmth.

I was crying out pitifully as my hips unwillingly bucked down to the dark tentacle's thrusting, my eyes being unable to leave the gaze with the floating mask. I could hear the faint sound of laughter around me and for some reason it seemed to embarrass me more, that Nihilius was seeing both amusement and pleasure from this. I writhed at the thought, my head thrashing from side to side, wanting this to end.

Smaller tendrils I could feel against my clitoris, rubbing along the outer lips as the larger dark pole kept pumping into me, my body going tense from the onrising pleasure. My climax was building faster and faster, and yet with each thrust and each flick against my labia, it seemed to be delayed more and more. Damn that bastard... this would not end well.

But I should of known that from the beginning.

Another tendril started brushing down the spine of my back and I shivered, trying to move away from it though knowing that trying was futile. However as it started to trace over the curve of my rear, that was when I fought again.

"No!" I begged the mask, trying to keep my words as clear as possible in between the moans I was letting out. "Please, not there!"

My cries were definitely not heeded as garbled snickers surrounded me and then with one swift thrust, did the other tendril impale me from behind, stretching an entrance that should never be used most widely.

I screamed loudly, tears splashing down from my eyes at the immense pain from behind, the raw feeling of the pulsating tentacles moving in and out of my rectum most ruthlessly. The levels of the pain were the exact same height as the pleasure I was feeling from my vagina.

Now I think you know the true meaning of pain and pleasure... wouldn't you agree?

Such a mocking tone that resounded deep within my skull. I didn't want to look into it, nor think about it all, not that it mattered seeing as I was experiencing it. My body was thrusted awkwardly back and forth, one tendril shoving me harder onto the other, sometimes they pushing in and out after the other, but it got worse when they were both thrusting hard in unison.

Most unbearable.

"Get it out!" I shrieked, trying to kick out with my legs but the tendrils binding them would not budge. "GET IT OUT!" My screams of agony were louder now and at the moment, I did not care which one would be removed at this time, feeling the intensity of both was too much to bear.

Your voice is quite annoying when words come out of it... best to plug it up, wouldn't you agree?

Before the realization of that statement settled in, did another tentacle of dark side energy force it was deep into my open mouth. I squirmed and struggled, my mouth feeling numb and sore from the intrusion. It forced its way to the back of my mouth, tickling my uvula slightly as it stopped just before the entrance into my throat, my tongue pinned down flat against the underside of it. It tasted weird, both solid and then noncorpeal. The taste could not be identified, some form of stale solid air if I were to guess. Either way, it effectively kept my screams from spilling forth.

Much, much better...

Breathing heavily through my nostrils, my torture continued. My whole body was burning from heated tentacles enveloping me. My muscles were tight and stressed as I could nothing to prevent the pumping into my body from both directions. I didn't even bother continue fighting as I could feel my long awaited climax reaching its point and I hoped that when I'd reach it, that this nightmare would stop.

The tears pouring out of my eyes were blurring my vision, even with my sight through the force and I was glad for I did not want to see the mask floating before me clearly. I did not want to see anything anymore.

The laughter rose and became louder as my impending release became higher and higher and everything that was touching me was rubbing me so ruthlessly. No moment to rest and it was becoming far harder to breathe and slowly my vision started to become dizzier.

And then, finally, after such a strenuous long time, when both large tentacles thrusted deep within me, both vagina and my rectum, did my climax erupt.

My moans and screams being thoroughly muffled from the tentacle stuffed with my mouth, my body seized up tightly, my whole form tense and still as fluids trickled down my thighs, encoating the mass in between my legs. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, hazed in both pain and pleasure as my inner thighs were twitching and shaking as I shook for so long, everything seeming to drain out of me, pouring out from my vagina, it feeling like it was taking my whole life with it. And after a long, grueling moment, did the feeling subside.

Weakness overtook me slowly as the large tendrils in my vagina and ass pulled out of my swiftly, as did the one in my jaws and I gasped out plentifully through my mouth. I panted, trying to get a hold of my bearings as I hung limply within my bonds, and soon those released me too as I floated in the air limply.

As I soft chuckle came to my attention, I tiredly raised my eyes to the mask still floating before, seeing to have become a lot sharper in its white colour.

I must say that was most... delicious...

I grimaced at the words and closed my eyes in disgust, trying to shut out his voice, his essence being all around me.

Another laugh rang out around me and wind whipped around my body swiftly. Opening my eyes in surprise the darkness and the mask melded into a blinding flash of bright light. Letting out a cry of surprise as everything was whipping around me, the sounds of Nihilius' laughter becoming warped and dismembered as my whole body was launched forward, the white light flashing around me painfully before it too faded away.

Soon the scenery of the Trayus Core was all around me as I fell down roughly face first to the hard metal and rock ground, my knees connecting sharply with it as a pained cry erupted from my lips. I lay there, sore and tried, my gaze briefly looking around, going over the form of Sion and Nihilius briefly, both of them standing before me, both of them looking down at my darkly. I shut my eyes, refusing to look at them any longer and hoping that what I endured was enough to satisfy the both of them.

"Feeling refreshed?" the Lord of Pain queried the other with a snicker to his tone.

Indeed... she was quite satiating... came the reply from the Lord of Hunger.

They continued talking but the voices faded from my senses, as did my surroundings, my mind becoming heavy with sleep, my whole body too hurt and spent to resist.

"And fell into darkness".

* * *

The memory from the past soon fell away from my mind as I gazed upon the exile solemnly, my story having been completed. The look on her face was one of disgust... and dare I say it? Pity as well? She was right to feel that way, both emotions interlined. It was quite common... I would most likely feel the same if it were her telling me this. I still feel the same from myself.

"Learn from me, from my mistakes, and use that knowledge to become greater than I. That is all I ask of you, and that is all I desire. In you all my hopes rest, for the future, for the force" I finished and what I said was the truth. I did not want what happened to me to befall her. She does not deserve the touch from those monsters, nor would I let them try if it came to it. She must surpass them, for only then would things come under way.

She regarded me thoughtfully for a moment, her eyes seeming filled with mixed emotions. She then squared her shoulders and looked at me firmly.

"I need more then that, Kreia".

I sighed wearily. Such inquisitive youth. One would thing that with what I told her it would be enough... but no, I suppose not. Not for her. She needs to know everything and I know because of that, there is great hope in her.

"If it means so much to you, then this I swear to you upon my life... upon our lives... that when your training is complete, I will answer everything. There shall be no more shadows between us, only truth that exists between master... and apprentice." I promised to her profusely, wanting her to believe the words that I said. I would never cheat her of anything. She means too much for me to go down that path.

Again she regarded me thoughtfully, mulling over the words in her mind, her black pupiled eyes never leaving my white ones. I almost started to grow worried with the long pause in silence, wondering if she would still berate me for more.

"Very well" she finally spoke, her tone of voice soft and understanding, yet when she continued it became a lot more firm. "That is all I expect from you. I shall look forward to when that time comes" she continued before slowly turning away from me, walking to the exit of the chambers.

But before she left from my line of sight, she looked over her shoulder as she stood still at the archway of the room, a small, devious smirk playing on the edge of her soft, dead looking lips.

"And don't worry Kreia. I'll make sure to make them pay for what they did to you. After all, I have my own methods of... torture" she concluded, a soft laugh coming from deep within her throat before she finally turned away and walked out, leaving me with a pale complexion upon my features.

For some reason I believed those words and was thankful that I am not on the end of her wrath... and it seemed to me that it would be a lot worse than to what I experienced.

A small smile came to my face. At least I will not be the only one in the end suffering indignities.