STAR WARS

Swords of Darkness

Part One

by PJ

 

The cycling hatch awaked Jaina from a deep, exhausted sleep. The young fallen Jedi girl blinked heavy eyelids, she reached over the disheveled, damp sheets, Tenel Ka wasn't there.

"Wake up, Jaina," said Mara Jade softly, lowering her right hand to stroke Jaina's warm, auburn bangs that hung over the girl's smooth forehead.

"What is it, Mistress?" groaned Jaina, sitting up upon the mattress, her small, bare breasts still glistening with the musky perspiration of recent sex.

"I want your lightsaber, Jaina. Where do you keep it?"

"In the top drawer of my dresser. Why do you want it, Mistress?" frowned the fallen Jedi girl.

"Master Morgoth does not want us to wield Jedi weapons anymore. We will forge new weapons, Sith blades."

"Are Sith swords as powerful as lightsabers, Mistress?" inquired Jaina, watching apprehensively while Mara opened the top drawer of the dresser built into the room's bulkhead and removed Jaina's slender lightsaber hilt.

"Yes, Jaina, Sith swords can do everything lightsabers do and more," nodded Mara, clipping the girl's weapon to her slender chainlink belt. "Bathe and dress quickly, Master Morgoth wants all of us to assemble on the bridge."

Jaina felt a strange emptiness in her belly after Mara departed from her cabin. Yet another turning point had just been reached, another step taken along the path of Darkness.

***

Morgoth reclined upon the high-backed throne of the fortress-moon's bridge. He regarded the display of velvet night that surrounded him, it seemed he was suspended in an invisible sphere, hanging in the void that glittered eternally before him. Bridge consoles were also suspended in space, their displays glowing with green light as flight trajectories flowed continuously. The silver throne of the bridge rested upon a short, raised dais with three tiers. Morgoth left his contemplation of the approaching red-brown world to watch young Tenel Ka's progress. The red-maned fallen Jedi girl knelt between Morgoth's outspread legs, slim, gentle fingers clasped around the base of his erection as she slowly devoured his member, pink lips wrapped tight around the jutting shaft, soft moans of pleasure escaping from her wet lips as her head bobbed smoothly up and down, her beautiful, young face framed with strands of red-gold.

Tenel Ka looked up at Morgoth, her large, gray eyes were hot and bright, she slid her extended tongue up the swollen main vein of the Sith Lord's prick, then she lapped the bulging tip, collecting beads of white cream with the soft tip of her pink tongue. Morgoth cupped Tenel Ka's flushed, rose-pink cheeks in his cool palms and smiled down at the lovely girl. Tenel Ka kissed the tip of the Sith's engorged cock before slurping the entire length into her small mouth again, sucking the shaft of meat down her slender throat.

The consoles chimed musically, data appeared in green numerals around the image of the growing desert planet, the fortress-moon's computers began plotting orbital paths for the spherical leviathan.

"Faster, my young apprentice," coaxed Morgoth, running his fingers through Tenel Ka's unbound hair.

The girl bobbed her head faster, sucking intently, her tongue caressing the Sith Lord's cock nestled inside her warm mouth. Tenel Ka closed her eyes, she gently rolled her head, sucking Morgoth's prick with slow, circular movements of her lips. Morgoth clutched the fallen Jedi girl's head, he groaned sharply, throwing back his head and squeezing his own golden eyes shut while he climaxed inside Tenel Ka's mouth, cum squirting down the girl's working throat in long, thick streams.

One of the bridge lift hatches hissed open. Mara strode out of the obsidian cylinder holding Jaina's lightsaber in her right hand. Mara crossed the bridge and climbed up the throne's dais, the spiked heels of her short, red boots clicking with every graceful step. Morgoth opened his glowing eyes and accepted the lightsaber with his upraised left palm, ivory fingers closed around the weapon. Morgoth's golden gaze dropped to Tenel Ka, the girl was languidly licking the length of his cock, sliding her wet lips along his shivering member.

"That's enough, my apprentice," grinned Morgoth, patting the top of Tenel Ka's head.

The fallen Jedi girl raised her beautiful face from the Sith Lord's crotch. She watched silently as Morgoth destroyed Jaina's lightsaber with a mere glance, fusing the weapon's internal components and melting the instrument's crystal core.

"Is that the forge world, Master?" asked Mara, looking over her left shoulder at the revolving red-brown world.

"Yes, Mara. You, Tenel Ka, and Jaina will make your new weapons there," nodded Morgoth, idly stroking Tenel Ka's soft left cheek.

A bridge lift opened, Jaina rushed out, shoulder length, auburn hair still glistening from her hot shower. Jaina quickly joined Mara upon the bridge throne, flashing Morgoth a bright, apologetic smile. The Sith Lord accepted the wordless apology and fixed his golden eyes upon the planet hanging beneath him. "Prepare a shuttle for planet-fall."

***

The obsidian ovoid landed gently with the azure flashing of stabilizing thrusters. Segmented silver legs splayed outward as the shuttle settled onto the blood-red earth, displaced pebbles and sand rising in a great cloud. The detris fell back to earth, a hatch opened and lowered to the ground. Morgoth emerged, swathed in a heavy black cloak with the cowl upraised to ward off the three blinding suns dropping to his left. The horizon was violet as Morgoth descended with Mara, Jaina, and Tenel Ka close behind. The young women encircled the cloaked Sith Lord, silent while he regarded the towering, many-spired fortress that lay crumbling upon the desert sands.

Mara Jade looked out over the endless crimson dunes. Large patches of desert gleamed silver, reflecting the fading light of the three suns, the ground had been turned to glass, a testament of the awful destruction visited upon this ancient Sith world.

"The forges await inside," said Morgoth without emotion, striding across the waste to the looming fortress-factory. Tenel Ka and Jaina followed their master closely, their small hands reaching out to entwine together. Mara walked a few steps behind the girls, the hot desert wind ruffling her scarlet mane.

The fortress-factory was dark and cavernous. Morgoth coaxed green light from the unshattered wall lamps, he awakened long dormant systems with Dark Side energy, a low growl echoed in the arched recesses of the ceiling, the Sith factory roused itself, it was aware of its new master. Morgoth turned to his apprentices.

"You will study the Sith Holocron secured here. The Holocron will instruct you on the ways to forge Sith swords. Like lightsabers, the method of forging Sith blades is different for everyone, decide which method is best for you, then tell me when you are ready to begin."

Still holding hands, Jaina and Tenel Ka nodded gravely. Mara nodded briefly as well before following Morgoth up a long, winding stair to the waiting upper levels of the fortress-factory.

***

Morgoth thrust open a heavy, iron door and strode inside the forging chamber. Jaina and Tenel Ka stood closely together, exchanging excited whispers. A long block of veined marble sat in the center of the forging chamber, cold firepits surrounded the marble forge block, hooked racks were fastened to the obsidian walls, supporting hammers, chisels, tongs, and long lengths of thick chain. More chains were suspended over the forge block and firepits, the lengths of chain ended in sharp hooks or heavy, open manacles.

"Have you two decided?" asked Morgoth, caressing Jaina's little bottom with his right hand.

Jaina smiled and leaned into the Sith Lord's muscular chest, she looked up at her tall master. "Yes, Lord. We found a technique that mirrors a Warrior Sister ceremony."

"Warrior Sister?" replied Morgoth, arching one dark eyebrow.

Jaina and Tenel Ka leaned into each other, smiling widely, their eyes sparkling. "We pledged to be Warrior Sisters to each other, it's a custom of the Witches of Dathomir."

The two girls opened their loose, black tunics, displaying their left breasts to Morgoth. Each of the girls' left nipples was pierced and adorned with a small, golden ring.

"Ah, I see. Very well, begin forging your weapons when you are ready."

Jaina and Tenel Ka started undressing, Morgoth left his apprentices to their work.

***

The first sun was just beginning to shine over the swirling sands when Jaina and Tenel Ka struggled onto the forge block, their naked limbs shaking with fatigue, their bare flesh soaked in sweat and covered with angry welts. The girls stood side by side, trembling violently. Two swords lay beneath Jaina and Tenel Ka, resting between each girl's splayed out legs, blades pointing outward from each girl's crotch. The swords were pure black now, they had been anointed with the girls' sweat as each girl had been lashed to orgasm, perspiration falling like rain upon each still-hot blade. The swords retained a measure of heat from their forging, Jaina and Tenel Ka could feel the heat rising between their slim legs, caressing their open thighs, arousing their young cunts.

Jaina and Tenel Ka nodded to each other. The two naked girls squatted over their warm blades, they dropped their right hands, began stroking their bare pussies. Soft moans echoed through the fire-lit chamber, the resting swords sizzled sharply when the first heavy drops of vaginal honey fell, wisps of light smoke rose from the ebony blades, coiled around the moaning girls' quivering legs. The fallen Jedi girls' damp fingers worked faster and faster, honey dribbled over the lengths of the ebony swords, angry hissing filled the smoky air. Tenel Ka threw back her head, red-gold tresses spilling down her shivering, creamy shoulders. Jaina looked over her naked left shoulder at her gasping sister-friend, she stabbed her right index finger into her own oozing cunt, releasing a spill of nectar over her hot, spitting Sith blade. Jaina leaned against Tenel Ka, the young warrior-girl met Jaina's smoldering gaze, she moaned softly when Jaina kissed her, her friend's lips soft and moist, tongue gentle yet insistant as it slipped into Tenel Ka's mouth.

Jaina slowly released Tenel Ka's trembling lips. Jaina lowered her brown eyes to the smoking swords, the blades were glowing cherry red once more, they pulsed like living things, hungry and impatient.

"It's time, Tenel Ka."

The warrior-girl nodded, her gray eyes crinkling when a spasm of ecstasy shot through her and a long stream of cunt honey spilled from her splayed thighs.

Jaina reached out with a trembling right arm, she grabbed the waiting pincers resting at the edge of the forge block where she had placed them earlier, Jaina held the silver pincers before her while droplets of cum continued to fall from her gaping pussy onto her glowing Sith blade.

"Are you ready?"

Tenel Ka nodded quickly, lower lip shivering before she bit it.

With serpent quickness, Jaina thrust out her right arm and snatched Tenel Ka's swollen, pink clitoris with the cold pincers. Jaina squeezed, and Tenel Ka screamed at the top of her lungs, tears spilling from her wide, gray eyes as Jaina pierced her clit. Jaina was crying as she let go of Tenel Ka's shuddering clitoris, blood dripped from the pierced cunt bud onto the hot blade, the Sith sword drank the heavy droplets of blood eagerly, the length of metal cooled instantly, Tenel Ka's weapon took on a radiant, blue-green sheen.

"Your turn," hissed Tenel Ka, her sensual lips trembling with anticipation.

Reluctantly, Jaina offered Tenel Ka the pincers. Tenel Ka struck instantly, catching Jaina's clitoris and crushing it with the cold device. Jaina howled and almost fell off the block, her bent legs shuddered as searing agony stabbed through her pierced clit, along with a welling of hot blood. Jaina clutched her knees, she watched the scarlet drops fall from her pinched clitoris onto her pulsating blade, the weapon hissed with malicious pleasure, it drank Jaina's clit blood ravenously, its cherry-red hue shifting to violet wine.

Tenel Ka set aside the blood-stained pincers. She wiped the tears from her gray eyes, then stroked Jaina's hot cheeks, brushing away her sister-friend's bright tears. The naked girls kissed deeply, then their pouting mouths separated in a gleam of shared saliva.

"Almost done," grinned Jaina, reaching down between her splayed legs to pick up her Sith sword by its ebony hilt. When Tenel Ka had her Sith blade as well, the two girls started sliding the warm swords across each other's lithe, naked bodies. Jaina shivered as Tenel Ka's weapon stroked her hot flesh, its touch cool, its razor edge scratching her skin, caressing without drawing blood. The girls slipped their swords between each other's legs, cool metal parted soft cunnie flesh, each blade was drenched in vaginal nectar. Jaina and Tenel Ka finally entwined their sword-arms, blades sliding together. The naked girls pressed close together, their Sith swords rested between their small, flushed breasts. Jaina and Tenel Ka began licking each other's weapons, tasting pussy honey, collecting every sweet drop with tender, parted lips, sighs of bliss coming from each young girl.

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