Log 2- One of Many Mysteries...
#2 of Controlled Darkness
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Sooo... we left off with Sannis self-pleasing herself to Kajex. Now comes the darker side of her story. If you're squeamish, look away- but being in the fur-fandom, you're probably not. Nor are you of age, most likely, but, neh. ^_^
If only the gods above were so kind to her...
It was a long night, the one Sannis endured- her aches were existent still, though she fought them back by taking the pain all the same, there were a ring of bruises around her throat from where her master had choked her, and she could not shake the image of his soft eyes from her head. She had never seen that look before since meeting him, though she longed to see it... And she chided herself vehemently, inwardly, becoming frustrated, knowing that it was NOT what she was aiming for, she wanted to be powerful, wanted to be the best, to prove she wasn't incapable and weak. Yet still...
Those eyes...
She was in such thought that she was barely able to see where she was going, and tumbled nearly headfirst as she collided with another student, tripping up and rolling with a yelp. Her aches made the act so painful, and she let out a sharp squeak as her back, the location of many bruises, struck the ground rather hard She whimpered, rolling to her side and struggling to get up, then growled in pain and grim recognition as a boot stepped on her wrist- a familiar boot...
A set of Corellian Nerf-Herder boots, familiar as a trademark footwear worn by the only Corellian on Korriban. It was a human male with blonde hair and blue eyes, the kind of human with those eyes that would look normal if only for that... aura, for lack of better word... that lingered inside the eyes. That same aura seemed violent, cruel... just plain mean A sneer painted this human's face, making his otherwise attractive feature seem ugly. When he spoke, it was like a glacier- powerful, slow, and icy cold.
"Ah. My former bitch."
The bat underneath him snarled out as best she could despite her tense position. "I was never your bitch, and I ain't one now, kriffing scum!" She struggled to release her wrist from his boot, groaning as it pressed harder down. "Let me go, Ronne," she said in a seethingly harsh tone, quiet though it was. She looked around, hoping there were no onlookers to see her in this position- then she would be labeled as weak, no doubt. Thankfully, she saw no one, but that meant that anything could be done to her with no witnesses, and be overlooked as a result.
"Now now... where's your gratitude, really? All you had to do was comply, and you wouldn't have had to get into the academy by way of a weak master taking pity on you. " He smiled, which was just as ugly as his sneer... "Yet you struggled and made it hard on yourself by returning and killing a bunch of weaklings to try to prove a point. If you ask me, they should have killed you on the spot for it- such a waste of good looks, that you have no skill under that lovely, fuckable body of yours..." He licked his lips... "Mmm... speaking of which... since I have you all to myself right now... I could do with nice fuck this time of day... have you at my mercy with no one to stop me..."
This was enough, as far as Sannis was concerned- within a moment, she had thrown her fist up in a combination punch and force push, sending the male literally flying away. Ronne was surprised, for certain, but not enough to keep from reacting quickly, flipping backwards and planting his feet firmly to the ground. He was no longer smiling, and now glared at the bat, who was struggling to get up to her feet, groaning as she did so. She looked up at him, a smug look on her face as she got up, and stood defiantly, her eyes meeting his without fear. The human reached up, touching his nose, and felt a trickling flow of blood running down. He looked at her incredulously.
"...You bitch!!!"
"I'm assuming you mean me," the bat replied smugly. She started to continue speaking, before she noticed her now-precarious position.
On the hip of that human male was a lightsaber.
She had left hers in her room.
"You will regret that. Right now."
A moment later, her fears were confirmed as Ronne reached down and withdrew his saber in a quick, fluid movement that she only barely caught. She gaped as he ignited it, the acid-yellow blade snapping into view and humming violently, and moved to her at a near inhuman speed, the blade coming right to her as Ronne yelled a battle cry of an unknown language- there wasn't time for her to react, nothing she could do to stop what was coming. Her eyes shut tight, backing up against the wall in frozen fear.
Yet nothing happened.
She opened her eyes, backed up to wall in a cringe, and saw that Ronne was stuck, frozen in position- his eyes were away from her, looking to the left of her, where he had been slashing from. Then she noticed something else was wrong, another sound that hadn't been registered until now- another humming lightsaber. She looked to the blade that had been meant for her, and saw the blade of another lightsaber- this one was orange, and it's owner, whom she saw standing right next to her, did not look very pleased.
Kajex's glare was both icy and feiry, as if there was heartlessness in his intentions and a burning passion to see them through. His blade was tilted to his side, blocking the blow easily with one hand, while the other hung loosely, almost casually, to his side. He looked ready to kill.
"... What, may I ask, is the flaming deal here?" the jaguar asked in a cold, quiet voice.
Ronne searched for his voice, lower lip trembling. "M... master Kajex... I..."
This said, the Trianii swung his previously loose arm around and into the left temple of the human male, sending him sprawling as lack of connection to the Force disallowed him to react quickly. Ronne groaned as he rolled to his side, clutching the side of his head, and looking up in fear at the Trianni, backing up against the wall. The jaguar's saber did not disengage at any point, and the reason became clear as he swung low and beside Ronne's head- a sharp sound emitted as the saber cut through flesh, and the human screamed in agony as his ear was severed from the rest of his head. The anguished cry lasted a few seconds before the jaguar kicked the human across the face without remorse, bending over and pick up the male by the throat.
"Don't you ever call me Master, you worthless bait for a Rancor!! You are nowhere near worthy enough to train under me, nor under any other master in this academy!! Except perhaps that fool, Yvan." He gripped tight, around Ronne's throat, making dead sure that all he could do was breathe, and not talk. "Now listen to me, human trash, and listen well- you better the fuck not talk if you want to keep your head, too. If you ever attack my student again, or threaten her, or instigate forcing yourself upon her... I will kill you. I will make you suffer a death lasting days, such will the the pain that you'll wish for death long before it comes to you. I will make sure you will never live to bear children. I will castrate you before you die."
With this said, the jaguar threw aside Ronne as if he were no more than a rag doll, the man rolling away with groans of agony, crooning over the loss of his ear and his dignity. He ran off, stumbling as he raced down the corridor. As soon as he was out of sight, having turned a corner, the Trianii deactivated his saber, growling in satisfaction. He looked to Sannis, who was standing there in shock and slight horror.
"... Are you alright?" he asked, in a slightly gruff voice.
Sannis, shook himself from her shock, and looked at Kajex, whom looked impassive... almost. There seemed to be a tinge of concern in his eyes, though she made an effort to show she hadn't seen it. She nodded slowly, looking away. "Yeah... I'm fine... thank you, Master Kajex."
The Trianii looked her over, frowning slightly. "You're sure?"
The bat nodded, regaining her composure. "Yes."
The Trianii said nothing for a moment.
Then... quite unexpectedly... he smiled- just a small one... but Sannis blinked in confusion nevertheless, when she saw it..
"I will say, for amusement's sake... that was a well conceived attack you used. Rather useful." His expression, though serious, showed slight concern. "Now, however, you see what I mean when I say you must be mindful of what you do, and not take unnecessary risks. If I had not been there, then Ronne would have been correct in saying you would regret it." He paused briefly, then withdrew her lightsaber from his robes, tossing it to her. She caught it, looking up.
"Try to keep it with you at all times. For your own safety." He turned away, the mere stride and pace he was using an indication for her to follow. She ran to catch up to him, walking behind him while looking down humbly and paws behind her back.
The Trianii looked back, as if to say something... but held his tongue. They continued down the corridor, to their training area.
"No... no... NO!!!" The jaguar roared out in frustration as Sannis lost a fifth battle to him- she was bruised badly, and truthfully, so was he. As she knelt before him reeling from the punch he gave her, he growled, panting- she was becoming more skilled with every battle, but she was still taking far too many risks.
In the first battle, she had tried to distract him by knocking over a stone bench with the force, which did nothing but sway her own attention, while his remained focuse on her- as a result, he had struck a blow, which was blocked, then elbowed her in the muzzle, making her nose bleed.
In the second battle, her skills seemed to improve as she focused a little more in her saber skills, using her peripheral senses to her advantages by knocking things over. In all honesty, he did notice, and his slightly lapse in concentration cost him a small patch of fur over his wrist- but scoring a hit caused the bat to come out of her focus, as if it were a victory, and left herself open to an uppercut.
The third battle, was more intense, when she began to make her strikes more precise and controlled, using momentum and underhanded movements to nearly gain hits, while she abandoned her knocking-over method in favor of outright tossing things in his direction, which he dodged rather skillfully- she lost when one of the items hit her mistakenly, gaining her a dark bruise on her shoulder and a lecture from her master.
The fourth battle, she seemed to become erratic, though dangerously skillful, becoming faster and weaving a bright web of energy that the jaguar countered against easily. The complexity of her movements were admirable, but she had little knowledge on it as a whole, and sprained her left wrist while trying to attack left handed. This got slight growls of approval from the Trianii, though nothing else.
The fifth battle was sloppy, however, and it had lasted only a few seconds, ending with Kajex's fist in her gut.
He was frustrated with this, clearly disappointed with her... "You fool of a girl, when are you going to learn to--"
But he never finished, as the bat displayed a second wind of energy, headbutting rather hard into his groin. The jaguar stopped in mid snarl, a choked groan as he began to stagger backwards, senses reeling from the hit, then was forced backwards from a force push, sending him to the floor. The Trianii, looked up in surprise and admiration, as the bat activated her saber once more and began slashing, the jaguar speaking words of approval as she struck hard, fast, and accurately. "Yes... yes... MUCH better, VERY good!" He grinned grimly as he countered skillfully, sensing skill and determination.
Among other things.
It did not escape his notice, seeing tears of rage falling down Sannis' face, and Kajex's grin disappeared in confusion as he noticed she was attacking accurately despite the fact that her eyes were half-closed and possibly blurry with tears. Her growling reached his ears, a desperate whine of rage and despair, and her swings, while becoming more powerful and more accurate, were also becoming more and more close to killing blows, with the blows seemng to be aimed at his neck, head and lower torso. His expression became grim, then surprised as Sannis let out a snarl as she batted his saber hard, the Trianii losing grip and the hilt flying away from him. She did not stop, slashing for his head.
Unlike her, however, he reacted to his lack of weapon with a duck, springing straight up and catching her arm in a blow that disarmed her. She countered by elbowing him across the muzzle, then tackling him to the ground, straddling him, gripping his neck and raising fist aimed for his forehead. He shifted to the right just as the clenched paw brushed next to his ear, the fist crushing the concrete beneath it.
Without hesitation, the jaguar swung upwards and to the side in a heavy backhand, knocking the bat off of him as she rolled away with a pained squeak. He got to his feet quickly, ready for her to react.
She only lay there, curled up near a corner.
The jaguar stared at her limp form for about half a minute, his muscles untensing and his mind relaxing as he moved forward, kneeling next to her and picking her up gently. Her breathing was light, shallow, and her face had numerous cuts. She shivered slightly, and the jaguar held her close to his chest comfortingly, putting a paw to her forehead. He relaxed his mind, letting himself fall from his body, connecting to her mind lightly... it was weak, confused and frightened, and did not respond as he contacted with it- he cautiously delved into her, trying to find the source of anger and pain she had exhibited only minutes before...
It was a desolate wasteland, Korriban, the parts not graced with temples. Unforgiving and merciless in it's power and environmental dangers- yet life thrived there, naturally and artificially... and it did there, in a circle of large rocks in the middle of nowhere... a scream broke through the dry night, an anguished moan of pain and laughing following after it. The Trianii focused his mind on its source, becoming ill at the sight.
4 men stood above the bat as she lay, her clothes ripped from her body... she lay, reeling in pain, nude form pressed against the dusty ground beneath her. She panted for her breath, letting out small whimpers...
"No... please no..."
There were 4- 2 humans, one trandoshan and a wookie, all male, clothed fully except for the wookie, and all of them exposing their respective reproductive organs. Each one was hard, long, and thick, definitely aroused, and each targeted on the female below them... her pleas went unheard and they all bent down, and the bat knew it was no use, no matter how much she cried out- yet she did, futile though it was, hoping deeply on of them would listen to her... she screamed again as the wookie slammed his meaty rod into her passage, causing her to gasp in a wordless cry of pain. She writhed under him, finding no pleasure of any kind as he began to fuck her hard. Her cries went muffled as a second cock, one of the human male's, slid into her muzzle- she was slapped across the muzzle.
"Mmm... bite on this, bitch, and I'll crush your head..."
She only complied, valuing her life, but tears streaming down her face. She screamed around this cock as the Trandoshan slipped his stiff member into her rear, her body now wracked with pain and shame. The wookie continued to slam his too-thick cock into her body, raping her body, ravaging and injuring it in both form and spirit- each slam was like a laser cannon in her gut, tearing her and rubbing her raw. The cock in her mouth dribbling pre that was like bile in taste, making her gag, but again, she dared not bite down on it. And the cock in her rear did nothing to sooth her, the rough reptilian member coarse as sandpaper and making her bleed...
The scene went black, but not before Kajex identified the last male... it was a younger, less-evil-looking Ronne...
And as it disappeared, he captured site of a similar scene... but... the female in this vision could not have been her... she was far too young, perhaps not even 12... And above her body, above the crying, whimpering bat, was a human male of old age. The Trianii gasped, inwardly and outwardly as he recognized the Jedi insignia on his robes.
When he opened his eyes, it was to a Sannis whom was looking right at him, tears still streaming down her face. The Trianii hesitated- delving into another person's mind was not common, and frowned upon if it was for personal use. Though it was not for that reason that he had done so, he still had not asked his student permission to do so. Such things were private... and, perhaps, things she would not have wanted anyone to find out- perhaps least of all, him.
But before he could speak, trying to form an apology, she answered.
"... I let you see it... I let you see what they did to me... why I'm so miserable, and why I... why I acted in anger..."
The jaguar said nothing for a moment. Taking the fact that she didn't seem to mind his delving into her mind out of the scene, she was clearly in pain.
"I will tell no one," he said simply.
She nodded. "Thank you..." She sat up, still in his arms, and rested her head against his chest. The Trianii, obviously unused to such a position, did nothing, except feel slightly awkward.
"... I feel weak." She shivered.
The Trianii looked at her. "You feel weak. Is that your only excuse?" His gruff exterior seemed to return, but before she could say anything, she felt herself being lifted from the ground. She blinked, noticing within moments that the Trianii was carrying her carefully across the room. She clung to him lightly, until she was set upon a stone bench. She looked up at him as he stepped away, arms crossed and standing firm. He nodded. "Go on."
She blinked, then looked down. "I... I could've defended myself. But I didn't. I could have let myself be taken by death instead of letting myself be... ravaged... by those men. I could have killed them as easily as I killed those students when I first came here... 3 of them were the ones that raped me in the beginning... But... I can't... I can't even gain your approval. And..." She shivered... "I'm... afraid of the Dark Side, still."
The Trianii listened to every word, giving her a few minutes to let it sink in. When he spoke, it was calm, collected... and caring.
"You have endured something that is a blight upon the whole of the galaxy- the rape of your body and spirit, something that cannot heal quickly, nor completely. It is one thing to seek companionship and love, but quite another to be subjected to a form of control and dominance over those whom seem weak. Yes... you were weak- but only weak in the eyes of others, those who felt they could take advantage of you and thought they could get away with it. Yet you brought them retribution in the form of death to the majority of them nevertheless." He paused.
"An hour ago, I saw my student fight back against the very person who haunted her, the one remaining from that incident. I saw her push him away and reject him utterly, making her more worthy to become my student than any other applicant that has tried to make it into the academy. I would ask for no other to become my student than you. I may not say it at all, but you can shed away your fear and doubts, because you are the strongest student I have ever trained, and I'm certain that has to do with your inner character, that would make you like that."
Again he paused, letting his words sink in. She did nothing for a while... but smiled at him weakly. And what surprised her is that he smiled back, genuinely. He cleared his throat after a few seconds, though, and returned to his serious demeanor.
"You fear the Dark side. As well you should. The Dark Side can bring you power rivaling that of the Light Side, but at a cost, if misused. The Light Side carries the same burden. With the Light Side, you can become a victim of obedience and an unwavering zealous nature that will not diminish, dominating your life. The Dark Side brings its victims a loss of control and a loss of vision, such is it that you will become dominated by its insatiable thirst for destruction- personal or otherwise. It is not an easy thing to avoid being lured by it, but I can train you to resist it, to avoid being controlled by it." He paused. "It will be strict. But I'm certain you, among anybody, can learn this. Do you accept this?"
Sannis blinked, shifting in her seat. "What about my saber training?"
"You have proven your proficiency with a lightsaber in combat today- the 7 forms will come later, but for now, you are an adequate warrior. Keep in mind my lessons, and bear in mind that we will still train in those aspects of the force. But given these revelations, foremost will be shielding you from the lure of the Dark Side. The only weakness in the force is succumbing to it."
The bat thought it over for a few minutes... and answered.
"Alright. I will."
Well well well... seems Kajex isn't as much a hard ass as we thought. Stay tuned- sex at 11!