Hello

Well, here is the last part before the end, and as the warning says, the Emperor is making up for what he hasn't had a chance to do during that story.  You have been warned...  If you don't like this kind of thing, just skip the end (pg-18, slash and rape).  The rest of the story is okay.  
Hope you'll like it :) 

Previously: While Padme and Anakin are slowly bonding with Leia, despite Han's suspicious attitudes, Luke has received a message from Mara and leaves for Tatooine.

Characters: Luke, Mara, the Emperor, Anakin, Padme, Leia, Han
Type: Dark drama

Dear Son  part 15
by SJ

Disclaimers: None of those characters belong to me. See my 
front page for more details. (http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Quasar/3702)

Note about the story's copyrights: All the rights related to the basic idea of 
Vader finding Luke as a child at his school, protecting him from any bad things and the Emperor, as well as the Emperor's scheme concerning Luke belong to 
Jessica (MoonArtist7@aol.com). Thanks for your suggestion, my friend ; this story wouldn't have come to be without it.

Also, special thanks to my shy, secret beta-reader and best friend, Adrianne, 
for her help with the final editing of my new stories. (Eh, I have no choice 
but to mention you, my friend ; your secret is still safe though ;) Thanks for 
giving us some of your precious time, my friend :)
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After lunch, Padme had suggested that the three of them take a walk in the surrounding jungle and all the way to their shuttle. She had told Leia that they wanted to check it out to make sure that it was in flying order.
Leia had accepted their invitation, and soon, they were slowly walking down tracks in the grassy jungle while getting to know each other even better than they already did.
Anakin was pleased that his daughter was both like and unlike what he had read in the reports of the fleet. She was strong, intelligent, well-trained in the art of war, but at the same time, she was compassionate, kind, and vulnerable.
Not that he had any intention to take advantage of this, he reminded himself ; he was just glad to see that even though she had grown without her parents, she hadn't become one of those tough kids that never let anything get to them. She had retained her heart... had nurtured it in fact.
She was very much like her brother, he smiled inwardly.
"What?" she inquired, gazing up at him.
Ooops, had he been smiling openly? he wondered.
"What what?" he queried with a raised eyebrow.
"What are you smiling at, Father?" she smirked at him.
Uh-oh... "Oh, uh... I just thought that you remind me a lot of your brother, that's all." he smiled gently.
"Really??" she inquired. "I thought that we would be completely different since we don't know each other."
"No," he told her earnestly, "you two are very much alike. In a way, I guess that we could say that you already know him, through yourself." 
"But we have been through such different experiences," she began with a shake of her head, "I can't---"
A sudden roar of engines filled the jungle, scarring away rodents and birds which tried to escape the huge 'beast'.
Anakin threw a worried gaze at his wife, saw his worry and unpleasant surprise mirrored in her eyes, then mentally informed her of his plan. 
He tore away from the two women at top speed, running toward the clearing to try and reason with his son.
Perhaps it wasn't too late to make it look as if the ship had malfunctioned.
*Luke! What are you doing?!* he sent to his son.
*I'll be right back, Father. She needs me. I'm sorry.* Luke answered, then activated the repulsor lifts and rose toward the sky.
*"Luke, no!!! It's a trap!"* he both sent and screamed out loud, but his son was one-minded with his goal: to recover his lover. He quickly realized that he had even shielded the shuttle to keep him from stopping him ; his attempt to tamper from a distance with the ship failed miserably.
"Luke!!!!" Padme called as she caught up with him. "What is he doing?" she asked panicky, turning toward him.
"He's heading straight into a trap." Anakin commented in dejection, then suddenly realized that their daughter was with them.
Slowly, he turned toward her, taking in her suddenly wary gaze, and her hand on the butt of the blaster that was hidden under her angel-like gown.
"'What' is going on?" she asked seriously, almost dangerously.

Exchanging another glance with her husband, Padme decided that she had to tell the truth to her daughter, if not the whole truth.
"Your brother wasn't on Dagobah," she began, focusing on her daughter's brown eyes instead of the weapon that she was now ready to pull on them. "he was here, but... we couldn't take him with us..." she continued, then noticed that Solo and his co-pilot were quickly approaching their group.
"Why?" Leia asked, then glanced up. Padme also turned around and gazed at the shuttle as it quickly evaded pursuit before it somehow made the transition into hyperspace without leaving Yavin's gravity.
The Force, she realized... Her son was indeed more powerful than even Ani was.
*We have to go after him.* her husband sent her. She nodded in agreement and refocused on her daughter.
"Why?" Leia asked again.
"Because..." she hesitated, trying to come up with a good reason to explain Luke's hiding.
"Because he would have ruined their attempt to lie to you, Leia." Solo rudely cut in, handing a datapad to the princess. "After all, Sith Lord Luke Vader's face is rather well known, isn't it, Vader?" he finished with a snarl directed at her husband.
Before Anakin could answer, he found the tip of his blade near the skin of his throat.
He held very still.
Leia gaped at the pad, then at Anakin's lightsaber that was in Han's grip, then back again. Padme quickly understood that Solo had found a picture of Vader's weapon and had compared it to the one that he held in custody.
They both knew that Anakin’s new design was very resembling to the weapon that he had lost during her rescue.
"Nice trick sending me after the Falcon, Vader, but it didn't work---" Solo sneered.
"And it gave you the clue that was missing, didn't it, Captain?" Anakin asked, not denying the truth.
She tensed when she noticed how close the blade was to his throat now.
'Damn you, move, Ani!!' she thought at him. 'Luke needs us both, especially you.' she reminded him.
"Is it true, Mother?" Leia asked, chagrined and horrified. "Is he... Is Father..."
Padme could only nod, saddened by the fact that Leia had to learn this that way.
"Yes, Leia, it's true. Anakin... used to be Lord Vader, but as he has told you, he's escaped, with Luke's help, and they've both freed me."
Leia remained mute, still too shocked to do anything else but drop her gaze to the ground. 
Behind her, the tall Wookiee edged closer to the two men.
"We haven't come here for any other reason but to help the Alliance with what Ani knows about the Empire and the Emperor himself... and to tell you that you aren't an orphan anymore... my little princess." she finished sadly.
"Ah," Solo sneered contemptuously, "Better have no family than his lordship for fath---"

That was the last straw, Anakin thought with a flash of annoyance. He hadn't wanted to look dangerous or threatening in order to reassure his daughter, but he could only tolerate so much from the frustrating smuggler.
Extinguishing his blade with the Force, he pulled the weapon from the pilot, then pulled all the weapons from the rebels before turning his blade back on to keep the Wookiee and the smuggler at bay.
"I have killed and hurt enough people to last me for ten life times, Captain Solo," he began warningly. "I do not wish to add you to that number."
"Oh yeah, like you---" Solo began vehemently, but Leia interposed herself between the two antagonists. 
"Vader would never say that." she interjected. "Who are you?" 
"I am Anakin Skywalker... the Light Jedi who has survived the horror that was the Dark Lord of the Sith, your Highness... If I hadn't found Luke when he was 12 years old, things would probably be different now, but... having a son to care for has made me shed the dark... by loving my son, then the others."
"How sweet," Solo snarled sarcastically. "Wait, I think I can hear---ooof!" he gasped as his daughter jabbed him hard in the ribs, then refocused on her father.
"What truly made you turn?" she asked him seriously.
"I... I couldn't stand the idea that the Emperor would rape Luke who had done so much for him in order to avoid that very horror... I couldn't stand by and let it happen..." he explained softly.
Leia was gaping at him now, but he noticed that her senses weren't filled with horror... they were filled with awe. 
"I can't do it now either." He continued while edging closer to his wife. "We need to borrow one of your ship to go after Luke."
"You're not going---" Solo interrupted him again, which earned him another jab, then a warning growl from his Wookiee.
While Solo gaped at his co-pilot in disbelief, Leia said: "We'll take the Falcon... Father."
As he thanked her for her offer, Anakin tried to contain his chuckle at Solo's face upon realizing that he was going to carry the ex-Lord Vader aboard his ship.
"It needs to be fixed first." he reminded the princess with a grumble.
"I'll help." Anakin offered.
"We can do it without your help, thank you very much." Solo glared unhappily.
"But not fast enough," Padme intervened. "Ani is a wizard with anything mechanical. Do you know 3PO?" she inquired with a mischievous smile, having met the droid while Ani had been following Leia in the corridors.
"Goldenrod?? Sure, why? What does he have to do with the Falcon's repairs?"
"Ani is his maker." she smiled proudly while her husband attached his weapon back to his belt. 
While Ani gaped at the knowledge that his droid was still functioning and around his family, Leia and her friends felt their jaw fall to the mossy ground upon hearing that revelation.
Then, they stirred and headed back toward the Falcon who needed in-depth repairs of her hyperdrive, or so Leia told them.

******

On Tatooine, the Emperor stroked Mara's cheek with his index and smiled sickly at her.
"Very well done, Mara Jade. When he will land, you will allow him to sense your whereabouts, then leave him to me." he finished with a contented sneer.
Mara didn't really want to bow to him in this situation, but she had no choice. She didn't want to be punished again. 
"Yes,... Master." 
She straightened and threw a worried gaze in the direction of the sithian silhouette who was standing near the rocky wall of the new throne room. This clone of Vader was even creepier than Vader had been when she had lived with them, she thought as she hurried to spin on her heel and began to evaluate how she would capture the other family members that would be used against her lover and his father. 
Just why was her farmboy so naive, so good-hearted, she cursed at the unseen Force. If they ever made it out of here safe and well, she was going to heal him from this selflessness of his, she promised herself.
She should have known that he would come though. He had saved her many times during their missions... always getting hurt in her place...
Luke, she moaned in despair, don't come, please, don't land on Tatooine... but her warning never left her mind since the Emperor wasn't allowing her to use the Force until it would be too late for the youth.

******

Five hours later, the Falcon's engines were warming up after their long lethargy while her pilot and crew were preparing to leave the jungle moon.
Anakin was making minute adjustments to a last panel when Threepio came around once again.
"Well, old friend, it looks like we're going to have to leave you here again." He told him, patting his shoulder in reassurance.
It was so strange to see his childhood friend once again. He remembered how he had felt when he had seen the golden-plaited droid shuffle toward their group as they had reached the main temple. He had truly pinched himself to make sure that he wasn't dreaming... but no, he hadn't been.
Threepio had somehow survived Tatooine, slavery, and had become a protocol droid for the royal family of Alderaan. It amazed him, and brought back memories of childhood moments that he hadn't taken the time to remember in a long, long while.
His work for his master Watto, his friends who always made fun of his funny feelings... Obi-Wan and the Jedis who had done their own mistakes, yes... but who had also been right in some way... but foremost was his mother. The angelic mother who had cared for him, and let him go when he had been freed but not her. Except for his Padme, he had never encountered such a selfless, generous woman... and his son had inherited her qualities. 
That thought brought him back to the here and now, and to the fact that his son was heading for his doom.
"Where's Leia?" he asked his droid.
"Princess Leia will be here in time, Master Anakin. She said that she had to talk with the high command but would be back to rescue her brother."
"Well, then, I guess we only have to wait for her, don't we?" he asked, closing up the panel. 
He knew what she was going to talk about: his and Padme trustworthiness and the need to hasten the attack on the Emperor's clone centers.
He wished that he were there with her to convince them that while it was a desperate hour, it was also their only chance to truly strike at the Emperor since he wouldn't be on Coruscant, or so the Force had told him when he had taken a moment to meditate their next action.
It hadn't shown him if they would succeed, if they would fail, or if Luke would be lost... In a way, he thought, he preferred it to be this way since it kept him hoping for the best, but at the same time, he would like to know what to expect... He could only hope that it wouldn't be worse than what he was foreseeing.
Luke had to be safe!
"Here comes Princess Leia!" Threepio's cheerful voice cut in his musings. He looked up and spotted his daughter's petite figure as she headed his way.
"If I were you, I'd steer clear of the landing pad, Threepio. An exhaust blast has never done any good to anybody." he reminded his droid which Leia had returned to him upon learning that it used to belong to him.
"Oh, yes, Master Anakin, you are quite right, thank you." he acknowledged even as he began his walk out of the blast-off zone.
It left him alone to meet up with his daughter.
He didn't say anything for as long as she wasn't close by, then followed her as she walked past him and up the ramp.
"What is the verdict?"
"They don't trust you... but if this mission is about the truth, they will mount the operation."
"Do they realize that the Emperor will simply clone himself if we kill him again."
"Yes... but if it is a trap, you can also destroy us all... so they are willing to take that small risk." she finished seriously.
Annoyed and worried, Anakin took hold of his daughter's biceps and made her turn toward him, not forcibly, yet not gently either.
"I am not lying about this, Leia. I would never put you or your mother at risk for a lie." he quickly told her before she could get angry at him.
Her eyes blazed at him with mild anger.

Leia meant to snap something hurtful at him for having lied to her in the first place, but then, she remembered the sight of her mother sleeping in her father's arms.
Their love wasn't a lie, she knew. They truly were married, and had been through hell and back. She also knew that her mother wasn't playing with her ; she was like in her memories, kind, gentle, and she would never let Vader come around her children since she had hidden them in the first place to protect them from him.
No... this was at least the truth... but to think that they were going to rescue Luke Vader, the Emperor's protege who had wrecked havoc in the galaxy alongside his father... 
That was pushing trust to another level, she admitted.
She finally shrugged out of her father's hold and sighed: "I know, Anakin, but I cannot trust you this far yet. I am only trusting you because Mother does."
And with that, she headed for the cockpit where her lover was waiting for her codes to take off without raising the x-wing's hornet.

Behind her, Anakin stood still, considering her words.
Finally, he joined his wife in the lounge where they buckled up and prepared for the trip to Tatooine.
Their son needed them.

******

Above Tatooine, Luke Skywalker brought his shuttle out of hyperspace, scanned the Force with his senses... and located his lover, somewhere near Beggar's Canyon, he realized.
He swiftly altered course and headed for his 'target', piercing through the 'oven-like' atmosphere until he was barely skimming the dunes of sand. While he did so, he kept his senses alert for any warning that would tell him that it was indeed a trap, that he had to turn tail and flee.
Nothing assaulted his senses... other than the normal tension that accompanied him in every mission.
*Mara?* he called through the Force.
She allowed him to feel her, but didn't communicate with him.
He understood that she was hiding in the cliffs of the canyon, probably a cave, he evaluated.
He brought his shuttle down, checked himself and made sure that his lightsaber was at his belt, then warily opened the hatch of his ship.
He expected his lover to come out and run toward him, but instead, he realized that she was hurt and stuck in a cave. 
*I'll be right there.* he sent her as he jogged toward the close-by opening in the rocky wall.
Inside, it was dark and gloomy, somehow reminding him of another cave where he had ventured once... also in search of his friend.
But this time, he knew that he was safe, he reminded himself.
He headed forward.
"Mara?" he called, slowly walking further inside the cave. 
He felt a fresh surge of pain from her, pushed forward--- and suddenly found himself slammed hard against the rocky surface of the cave before being pulled back into a strong, definitely male embrace.
"Tsk tsk tsk, young Skywalker," the Emperor's voice taunted in his ear, "you should know better than to run away from your parents."
The moment that he recognized the voice, Luke fought past his dizziness to thrash and try to escape the iron grip, but it was pointless. 
The Emperor was holding him with both his strength and Force bonds. 
Well two could fight with the Force, he decided with determination. 
He quickly focused his mind and called on the Light--- only to find it blocked from him.
Horrified, he tried again, with the same results.
"This is what I call a Force-veil, boy," the tyrant whispered in his ear even as he forced him to walk forward, further inside the cave.
Then a whooshing sound came from behind them, informing him that his escape route had also been cut off --- He tried to turn around... and gaped as he realized that he was trapped in an artificial, raging sandstorm.
He stilled in shock---then struggled twice as hard against the Emperor’s grip.
"You’re mine now, and you're going to pay for your desertion." the Emperor snarled darkly, crushing him against himself even as he continued to hustle him inside his new, personal base.
"No!!!!" Luke exclaimed, desperately trying to fight him off with everything that he had. "Let me go!!!"
It proved to be insignificant next to the powers of the Emperor. He couldn't even strain against him to slow down his forward progress ; the Emperor effortlessly pushed him forward as if he weren't resisting him at all. They entered further and further in the base--- then he spotted the woman who had lured him to his doom.

Mara watched her lover struggle against the Emperor, then she lowered her sight when they passed by her. She couldn't bear to see his horror... his betrayal... his fear.
Yes, she knew that she had used his feelings for her to lead him straight into a trap, and she wanted to tell him that she was sorry, but the Emperor had made it 'crystal' clear that she wasn't allowed to intervene in any way in the Jedi's capture other than to lure him further in with fake agony. She had reluctantly obeyed him... but she hated herself ; she hadn't been able to save her friend from the nightmare that was looming closer and closer to him.
Her master had hurt her enough when she had reported her failure to him, she reminded herself, she hadn't wanted and still didn't want to anger him again... no matter how wretched she felt to be responsible for Luke's predicament...
For what was to come.
*You will come with us.* the Emperor suddenly snarled in her mind, making her start in slight fear.
With them? She knew that the Emperor was taking Luke in his room that was adjacent to his throne room, and she knew what was awaiting for him in that room.
She didn't want to be there when the Emperor would exact vengeance on him... when he would take possession of him... yet her feet brought her forward and behind her master and struggling lover.
Luke was still shouting names at his captor, defying him that he would never ever serve him again--- then he suddenly fell silent.
Worried that the Emperor had hurt him, she raised her eyes.
Luke was still struggling and straining against the despot's iron grip, but he couldn't utter a single sound anymore.
"Soon," the evil ruler sneered as if reassuring him, "you will scream and beg for mercy as loudly as you want... and for as long as I'll want."
Mara winced in sympathetic pain while her lover redoubled his attempt to escape from his captor's hold.

Minutes later, Luke hadn't managed to delay their forward progress and the three of them reached what he could recognized as a makeshift throne room, then, into a richly ornamented bedroom---torture room, he realized when his eyes rested on what was arrayed on the side walls of the room. 
He tried yet again to hit the Emperor with his head, failed, then almost fell on his back when the other man stepped away from him, taking away his bodily resistance from his back. 
As it was, he stumbled backward until he crashed hard in the rocky wall, then felt his hands pinned to his sides, as were his feet.
He was trapped.
Catching sight of his friend as she entered the room, he threw her a begging/angry look, then refocused on his captor who was already taking off his clothes to reveal his strong chest, arms and back.
"Did you really think that you could escape me, boy?" he asked him as he called an ionwhip to his hand and activated it. 
Luke tried to melt back into the wall at that, downright terrified. He had been hurt in the past, but he was absolutely sure that his old injuries would not compare at all with what was about to----
"AAAAAAAAH!" he shrieked as the ionwhip slashed a line of fire across his chest and all the way to his opposite hip. 
He hurt so much that he barely realized that he had recovered his voice.
"First," the Emperor commented with a sneer, then a flick of his wrist that brought the whip back against his chest, cutting open more of his clothes and skin. "let's get you undressed." He finished viciously before unleashing a flurry of strikes on him.

Mara dug her nails so hard in her hands that she drew blood from her palms. 
Every time that the whip stroke Luke's body, she felt the ghost of his pain.
His screams cut right through her heart, wounding it bloody while the sight of him in pain battered her soul with a vengeance.
No... she wanted to beg with her master. 'Spare him this torment...', but she couldn't say anything for fear of bringing more punishment down on her lover's head. 
She helplessly watched him toss his head from right to left as he tried to escape his punishment as well as the tip of the whip as it grazed the underside of his jaw and cheeks whenever the evil ruler drew the whip away from him. 
Another cut appeared on his handsome features, ripping her heart to shreds. 
'Please,' she thought in despair, 'someone help him.'

******

Aboard the Falcon, the tension and worry was rising with each passing hour. At first, Leia had remained in the cockpit with Solo and the Wookiee, showing no interest to ask questions to her parents, let alone try and establish if they were trustworthy or not.
Padme and Anakin accepted it as the price to pay for having tried to hide their secret from her in the first place... but, Ani thought seriously, they hadn't had any other choice. They were all wanted refugees from the Empire.
‘If only Luke hadn't left like he had’, he whined like his son used to do when he was younger. 
"Do you think that we will be in time to save him?" his wife inquired from the crook of his arm.
"I hope so." he answered simply, aware that the Emperor would exact vengeance within the first minutes that he would have Luke in his claws. 
The tyrant wasn't one to waste time on pointless talk, he remembered glumly. He could only hope that he wouldn't have set about twisting Luke when they would arrive. He knew that Luke could withstand pain to an impressive level, but mind manipulations was something else altogether. 
And if he was going to blind him to the Force... then Luke would be lost in front of his powers.
"Can he survive the Emperor?" Leia's voice asked from the entrance of the hold.
He looked up at her, startled to see her there at all.
He had really thought that she was going to pout during the whole trip---
"He will probably resist him for a while," he began glumly, "but... no one can even begin to fathom the depth of the Emperor's powers."
Leia sucked in her breath in horror.
"Then... then what happens if Luke truly turns." she inquired, slowly stepping forward.
Anakin noted her choice of words ; he realized that she had accepted the possibility that her brother hadn't been a willing servant of the Emperor, that he was like they had told her he was.
"Then Night will fall on the galaxy." Padme answered for him, startling him with her knowledge of his visions.
"We can't let this happen!" his daughter decided, sitting on the seat in front of them.
"We won't," he reassured her. "We should be in time to keep it from happening, thanks to you."
The three of them remained silent, then Padme kissed his cheek and stood up.
"I have to talk to Solo." she explained gently, then was gone, leaving father and daughter alone.

Leia almost cringed when her mother left her alone with Anakin, but she forced herself to not show anything outwardly. She had decided to have a talk with the ex-dark lord, one that would bare his soul to her, so she was going to have it, she resolved.
"Why did you wear that horrid mask and armor?" she asked without preamble.
Her question caught him unprepared, that much she could tell from the way that he threw her an almost horrified gaze. For a moment, she thought that he wasn't going to answer her, so she pressed: "Was it only a disguise to frighten people?"
The Jedi finally answered her by shaking his head.
"It was a life-sustaining suit..." he almost whispered. "I couldn't heal myself from... an accident, so the Emperor designed that suit so that I may live..."
"For him." she stated angrily, surprised to realize that her anger wasn't directed at her father but at the Emperor.
Her father nodded in agreement, still avoiding her eyes. 
"I wish that I had realized that he had organized my demise to acquire full control over myself, Leia. I wish that I hadn't been as reckless as I have been."
"How did you heal? If you couldn't---"
He braced himself, then bravely met her gaze. 
"The last of the Jedi masters showed me the way that had been eluding me... and together, we've healed my old injuries."
"And what was eluding you?" she asked.
"Self-forgiveness." he answered, lowering his eyes once again, then she saw him take hold of the hem of his shirt before he slowly lifted it up for her to see what was hidden by it.
She saw the lumpy flesh that marked the area where his breast plate had been connected to his lungs, then other scars that would probably never go.
"Those... are what Vader has left behind, Leia." he tried to explain to her in a reassuring voice. "He is not there anymore, but he will always mark me."
Horrified by what she could see, horrified that her father could have been put through such torment while horrified that he had indeed been Vader, she slowly edged closer until she could rest her fingers against his flesh.
She didn't know what was pushing her to do so: morbid curiosity? the need to make a first physical contact with her father? Or reassurance toward her father?
What she knew though was that she had felt the truth in her father's words... and she was, in a way, proud that he was who he was.
He had truly escape the Emperor, had truly suffered for years on end.
And he had come back for their family, for her.
"Father---" she began gently as she touched his skin, then withdrew as he suddenly bent forward and screamed as if in torment.
Worried that she had hurt him with her touch, she hurried to his side.
"Father! What's wrong?? Father?? Mother!!!!" she yelled in the cockpit's direction.

Anakin didn't know what to expect from his daughter's hesitant touch, but he never found out what she had in mind either.
Instead, he suddenly found himself thrust into a whirlwind of pain, agony, and hot-red whip strikes.
Caught totally unaware, he first reeled to the deck as he screamed his head off, then he realized that his pain was coming from the Force, not his surroundings.
That's when he felt 'him'.
*Oh, oh, looks like Daddy is also feeling this, young Skywalker.* the Emperor jubilated.
*Father-don't!-----* Luke tried to warn him, but was forcefully silenced. 
*How does it feel, Skywalker?* the tyrant inquired while he continued to torment his son, and thus him too.
Anakin clutched his arms around his chest to protect it from the invisible strikes.
*Or this?* he snarled, somehow managing to hit Luke in three different places in one stroke, all those places being more painful than the previous one.
*And now say goodbye to your boy, traitor!* he growled before forcefully ripping up their mindlink.
Anakin heard the echo of Luke's shriek even as he himself howled in agony as he reintegrated his full senses. 
He thus became aware that Padme and Leia were worriedly checking him over, desperate to find what was wrong with him while Solo and his co-pilot were preparing for the worst.
The release of Luke's torture brought tears to his eyes ; he sobbed as he opened his eyes, then took hold of Padme's hand.
"Ani!" she smiled in relief, framing his face with her delicate hands. 
"Are you all right? What happened?"
"Luke..." he whispered, but couldn't say anymore ; he was exhausted.
"You've felt his pain?? You've felt him?" his wife asked him, probing him for easy answers. 
He nodded, then lost consciousness. 

******

On Tatooine, Luke was in no better shape than his father except for one thing: he wasn't out cold.
The moment that the Emperor had ripped his link with his father, he had plastered himself against him then claimed his mouth with his.
The disgusting attention had kept him from passing out, awakening his defiance once again.
*And now, gorgeous, let's get very well acquainted you and I.* the Emperor snarled lustfully in his mind.
Luke moaned in disgust, hoped that Mara would do something instead of just standing there, watching them, but nothing happened.
Instead, the Emperor dug his nails in his biceps to pull him off his wall, then tossed him on his bed before pinning him there on his back with the Force once again.
While Luke was spent from his previous beating, he still had some fight left in him so he struggled against his bonds, unaware that he could only manage to wriggle sexily given his position.
Five seconds later, he was once again moaning as the Emperor covered his body with his own while he took hold of his manhood and squeezed him none too gently. 
"Ooooh," the ruler moaned appreciatively at his reaction and his body "you have grown during the past years. It was about time that I had you."
"Fuck -----ah!" he exclaimed when the Emperor's viciously slapped him back into the pillows. 
"You want it rough, boy ; so do I." he growled, then flipped him on his stomach. 
Luke, who was still dazed by his last punishment, didn't notice what the Emperor was doing until he felt the slash of a blade against his back, then the strong impact of a steel-like fist against his hips.
And again, and again.
Hits and slashes seemed to rain down on him, each impact closely following the preceding one, adding to his pain in an endless rhythm of agony. 
When he wasn't satisfied of only abusing his back, the Emperor also attacked his head, arms, then even his legs and back to his back. 
Luke grunted and yelped with each new injury, tried yet again to escape him, but couldn't.
Another impact seemed to compress yet another square centimeter of his hips, then his cheek dripped with freshly spilled blood. 
He fought his tears of agony ; he didn't want to cry under the despot.
Meanwhile, Jade watched him from the wall, stricken yet impassive.
He thought that he was beginning to hate her now.
Once he was on the verge of fainting, the punishment finally came to an end, but he wasn't out of it yet, he realized. 
Unbeknown to him, the Emperor had grown more excited with each passing minute; he was more than ready to finally claim him as his own, something which Luke had been trying to avoid for years.
The Emperor's strong arm encircled his waist and propped him up to his knees ; Luke barely moaned when he felt his limp body being maneuvered, but he awoke in horror when he suddenly felt the Emperor's large presence invade his private space. He stood on four and reflexively tried to fight him off, but again, he was pinned to the mattress. 
He groaned and screamed for as long as the Emperor remained in him.

At last, Palpatine thought as he quickly began to thrust in the howling youth. He was even better than he had thought, so much better that he had to dug his nails in his own flesh to keep from coming right there and then.
And not only was he hot, tight and velvety, but he was also battered, exhausted and still begging for mercy.
It was driving him nuts with desires. 
He came within minutes, but wanted it to last longer ; he leaned over the boy's back, thus securing his limp cock in his backside. 
"I always knew that you'd be this good, beautiful." he whispered in the youth's ear. "You should have always been with me."
The beleaguered boy answered by an attempt to hit him with his head ; it earned him a mental slap, which in turn excited the ruler.
The boy's whimper as he felt him harden once again inside him also added to his excitement.
"Soon, you will remember how to behave in my presence, and more." he sneered sarcastically while he resumed a slow, long thrusting movement. "Oooh, much more---" he moaned while he dug his nails in Luke's sensitive back.
Force he was so tight!!
The boy's scream of complain added to his joyance, then he set about trying to find the boy's prostate to pleasure both himself and him.
He would just love to make him moan in pleasure during this one, he cackled to himself.
"aaah---never!" his defiant slave spat once he wasn't screaming anymore.
It greatly annoyed him so he decided to keep him from making articulate sounds. He didn't want him completely silent though ; he truly enjoyed his sounds of pain and complaint.
To generate more of those, he leaned on the boy's back then sought his cock and balls. The moment that he touched it, the boy writhed around him while he exclaimed something unintelligible. Oh, yes, he loved that, he decided. He squeezed him again even as he continued to search for the fucking right angle that just wouldn't come. 
For long minutes, he thrashed in and out of the boy, then decided that he needed to use another angle to 'hit' him. 
Still not letting go of his slave's groin, he rose back to kneel behind the boy, then slowly pushed upward.
The moment that the boy whimpered, he knew that he had him. 
"Now let's play." he smiled in satisfaction before flashing a glance at the silent woman who was witnessing her friend's punishment. 
Jade was as white as a sheet, which was perfect. Slowly, then with more speed, he thrust in the boy's ass, rubbing himself against his prostate with each thrust while fondling the boy's cock. 
Slowly but surely, it began to harden in his hold even as the boy's sounds of protest began to mingle with unwilling sounds of pleasure.
Once he had him there, he hastened the rhythm once again, this time for his own pleasure. 
That's when he noticed how the boy was bunching up the mattress with his fists--- then he threw a look at Jade.
The Emperor stilled at that and leaned back over his slave’s back.
"Would you like her to join us?" he whispered in his ear, cackling at his horror and despair.
"Remove your clothes, my Hand." he ordered, still from the vicinity of the Jedi's ear.
He reveled in his sounds of pleading. 

Mara couldn't believe what the Emperor had just said. 
He wanted her to join them? But---
"Unless you want me to hurt him further for your disobedience, Jade, take off your clothes and slip under him." her master warned her while he continued to pleasure himself and the boy, making sure that Luke's erection wasn't disappearing thanks to his horror.
While she reluctantly obeyed her master, she realized that she was witnessing his punishment as a form of discipline for herself because of what she had been thinking during his capture.
What she was still thinking in fact, she admitted.
Still, she couldn't 'not' obey him ; it was as simple as that.
As she knelt beside the two already bonded men, her boyfriend's torment and screams of defiance seemed to hit her full bore, but the Emperor threw her a warning glare before she could react. 
Listlessly, like the obedient servant that she was, she slipped under Luke's spread arms and raised body, then, with enormous unease, opened her legs to allow access to her womanhood.
She noticed that Luke kept his eyes closed but he was aware of where she was.
The Emperor gave her the lube that he was using ; she realized that he wanted her to masturbate her boyfriend first. 
Closing her eyes to help her be more comfortable with her actual situation, she blindly reached for Luke's loins and grasped them with her two hands. She instantly felt sorry when she heard the gasp of pleasure that she drew from him. She meant to withdraw as soon as he was wet, but her master liked to see him like that so he told her to continue.
As she heard Luke's various sounds of complaint, she thought that she could imagine what the Emperor was telling him in his mind at the moment.
Then, he pulled Luke's legs from under him and made him spear right into her core. 
She arched up in pain at that, clawing at Luke’s back before she realized who she was hurting. 

Luke was fighting a loosing battle, he knew it, but he was determined to not give in anymore than he had to. 
When he felt himself being buried most violently into the woman he used to love, then as he screamed as her nails dug deep grooves in his already wounded back, he knew what kind of evil he was dealing with, how it was pointless to fight against him... and decided to just let him finished it. 
The Emperor wasn't satisfied by this only though. He wanted to destroy his soul, not only hurt it.
Thus, he grasped his hair, pulled his head up from where it laid on Mara's shoulder and told him to open his eyes.
No, he thought in despair, anything but that. He didn't want to ---
"Open your eyes." he growled again, this time digging his mental nails in his mind.
The pain made him snap them open--- he gazed straight into Mara's emerald jewels, saw her distress, her sorrow... her horror, and he had no doubts that she could see the same thing in his own eyes. 
He tried to avert his eyes while the Emperor made him thrust in his lover, raping her in his name, but he couldn't completely block out her sight. 
Her heartrending sight of her being raped by him.
Then, he couldn't hold back his tears anymore and sobbed.
It seemed to excite the Emperor to no end since he began to thrust harder in him while making sure that he himself would come in Mara. 
He was familiar enough with the lightning bolts that were beginning to shoot up his spine to know that he was nearing his end with this bonding. 
Then, he was there, closing his eyes in reaction even as the last of his energy went into his reflexive reaction to the stimulation that he had just undergone.
*I have won.* the Emperor taunted in his mind even as he himself exploded inside of him.
Yes, Luke knew. He had won. The chase had lasted 6 years, but in the end... the hunter had caught his prey and was now tearing it apart to transform it into a trophy.
The young Jedi collapsed on Jade, half-conscious from both exhaustion, blood loss and utter defeat.
"Get out, Jade, and see to our guests." the Emperor ordered her as he himself rested on Luke. "The rest is between myself and my new 'slave'." he finished with a nibble on an ear while he emphasized his last word.
Luke felt Mara's hesitancy to leave him alone, then she slipped from under their double weight, gathered her clothes and left them alone. 
Meanwhile, Luke cried softly while the Emperor took his time to discover which parts of his neck and ears were sensitive to his teasings, then did the same thing with his mind.
He was his now, he knew, even though he didn't want to. He just couldn't summon up anymore strength to defy him, nor could he resist him in any way.
He had lost.
 
TBended
 
I hope that I haven't upset anyone with this, and that if you've read it, that you've liked it :)
 
SJ