Master & Apprentice- Breaking the Body(GooglexFetishKitten)

[Fetish Kitten]

On a dark, sparsely inhabited planet, a young woman prepared to start her new life. Aris, a girl of hardly 19, pulled her long dark hair into a high ponytail The curling locks still brushed her shoulders, even up, tickling the top of her new sith robes.

Aris had been searching for many years, looking for the keys to power and knowledge in the force. She had grown up the daughter of a jedi, but when he father had died at the hands of a Sith Lord, she had taken his lightsaber and sworn never to be as weak as he was. She would not be killed so easily, she promised herself.

Aris left her chambers in silence, her robes barely rustling around her as she made her way through the corridors, to her knew Master's audience chamber. The Sith Lord, she had been led to believe, had chanced upon her as she searched for power. He had taken an almost immediate interest in her, and the girl had fallen prey to his great power instantly. She hungered for all that he had, and gave in quickly when he offered it to her . . for a price. She would give him her life, in it's entirety. She would serve him until her dieing breath, or his, whichever came first.

Aris knelt before the Lord as she came to a stop before him, removing her lightsaber from her belt, and setting it at his feet. It was a relic of the past, something she would no longer need. It was a reminder of her father, and of the jedi, and her Master would not appreciate that. She knew that in time he would help her make a new saber, one of great power, one that was suitable for a Sith.

"I am ready to serve, Master." The girls dark chocolate eyes rested on his boots and she subjugated herself before him for the very first time, unaware of what was to come, naive int eh ways of the darkside of the force, and the appetites of it's practitioners.

 

[DomG]

Zibock, or Darth Zibock as he was known to those few who knew the Sith still existed sat in his throne room, his blood red eyes reviewing documents on the HoloNet as he waited for his new apprentice to enter the room, one hand skimming the articles while the other hand stroked his bare chest, the large scar down the center to be exact.

Tall and imposing the sith lords jet black hair was slicked back, nearly reaching his shoulders and he wore very little at the moment, only a pair of leather pants and his boots, his robe laying over the back of his throne. His body was pale and muscular, utterly flawless in form except for the one scar on his chest. The scar had been left there by a lucky blow from a Jedi's lightsaber back when he had only been an apprentice, no older then his own was now. An inch or so deeper and the blow would have taken his life and while he could have had it taken care of cosmetically he had left it there as a reminder of how close he had come to death.

What a strange twist it was now that the very Jedi's daughter would now become his apprentice and his slave. While the dark side twisted those who followed it very few understood how it worked, but Zibock did, it enhanced what was already there and in his own case magnified his already great lusts, twisting them further... as Aris would soon learn.

Feeling her enter and kneel before him he gestured with a hand to bring the lightsaber to his side, letting it sit on the arm of his throne. “Very good Aris.” He whispered, his voice cold and almost without emotion... only the slightest hint of the lust he felt showed through. “From now on you will refer to me as master at all times unless I tell you other wise... your own quests have taught you much but you will forget all that for the time being and obey my every command.”

Leaning forward a bit he grinned, his sharp teeth one of the few signs he wasn't totally human. “Now remove your robe so that we may begin with your testing.”

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Aris looked up at her Master as he spoke, handing over her lightsaber. From her knees, she was forced to look up at him, leaving him an opposing figure. Her eyes ran over his naked chest, and she found them dropping to the floor almost as if it was instinct. It was hard to look at him, sometimes, his power encouraging her to submit almost instantly.

As he commanded her to remove her robes she looked up at him, protest in her eyes if not in her words. He had not give her much to wear beneath the robes, which she knew was uncommon, but she had said nothing. She hesitated slightly, slow to stand.

"Yes . . Master . . ." She did not want to displease him before her training had even started, so with unsteady hands she removed her robes and let them fall to the floor. All that she were beneath them were soft shoes that were often worn by dancers, and a slight outfit of red silk. There was a small skirt,beneath it a little black thong, and a tube top that barely contained her well-shaped, well sized breasts. Beneath the robe they had been greatly understated, and now she blushed at the amount of flesh she was being force to show.

She was not pleased with the idea that this would be what she trained it, but she had not yet caught on to the path her introduction to her Master's power was following.

She knelt again, her eyes falling from his darkly eager face, avoiding the sight o fhis sharp teeth.

 

[DomG]

Was the fear that he sensed from her as she removed the robe or mere modesty. Either way he found it delicious, as enjoyable as seeing her in her new uniform. That was perfect for her, showing just enough flesh for him to be teased by it at all times bit it certainly wasn't something that could be called obscene.

Still he had to wonder about her blush though. While he had on occasion taken notice of her on his quest he hadn't revealed himself until she was ready and hadn't told her about his long term observance. He had to figure that with her life style she would have had a lover or two by this point, probably more then that but now it occurred to him that she had been so busy with her quest that she hadn't taken time for personal pleasure.

Of course that was something he couldn't understand, while restoring the Sith to power was on his mind at all times Zibock knew he had to enjoy himself or else risk going mad. That blush, was it because she was showing so much flesh in general or because she was showing that flesh for him.

Just for him, it was all his now to use and train until she was the proper and obedient apprentice.

“Very nice.” He whispered, licking his lips a little bit... maybe if she behaved he would be willing to take a taste of her more intimate flesh. “Let us continue, without standing you will remove the thong from beneath your skirt and crawl, placing it on my lap.”

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Aris turned a brighter red at his words, and this time she could not help but hesitate more openly.

"Master I . . . please this does not seem . . . how doe this effect my training?" She swallowed hard. She was not an idiot, she knew that questioning her Master was dangerous, but she had never truly been with a man, and showing her body to one . . . She shuddered at the thought slightly, afraid of it. More so, afraid of showing it to him.

She moved slightly forward, remaining on her knees, but she did not reach for her thong. She looked at him with wide and open eyes. She had known that his was the path of power, but it seemed as though the girl was far too open to the ways of light yet, her father's mark strong in her up bringing. She was still innocent, in a number of important ways, and while she was willing to kill in an instant, to torment and torture, she was not willing top open her body to her Master . . or to anyone.

 

[DomG]

In an instant his eyes went from bright and attentive to clouded, rage threatening to devour him from the inside out. Taking a moment to close his eyes Zibock took a deep breath, remaining in control of himself. It wouldn't do to just lash out and kill his new apprentice. She was just innocent, she wasn't TRYING to be defiant even if that was the end result of her modesty.

Slowly he rose from his throne, pulling himself up to his full height of nearly six feet and four inches, towering over his cowering apprentice. "You are just starting out so I will do something that won't happen again, I will show you a bit of mercy." He said slowly, feeling his patience threaten to give way. "As your master I own you, I own you body and soul, if I tell you to fight a Wookie with your bare hands then you will and if I tell you to remove an article of clothing it will be done without question or hesitation."

Glaring down at her he extended a hand expectantly. "Now, the thong apprentice... give it to me or be punished."

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Aris seemed to shrink as her Master stood, and certainly she was curling closer in on herself. His height was far more than just intimidating, and she could see the fury in her eyes. She trembled as she spoke, and swallowed hard, her eyes dropping in deference as she nodded. Aris' dark hair tumbled over her shoulders as she reached down and slowly removed her thong. As commanded, she did not rise from the floor. Lifting one knee at a time, she slipped the thong down each shapely leg.

Sitting up so that she was only on her knees, she carefully set the little black scrap of fabric in her Master's hand, looking up at him once again for approval. As he hand fell back to her side, she tried to still it's trembling. With her Master standing so close, she felt so small she thought she might disappear into the floor. Her head was barely at his waist, her small stood only 5'2" when she was on her feet.

"I am sorry Master." Her voice shook slightly as she apologized to him, her hair falling back over her shoulders as she had to crane her neck to look up at him. Her fear was clearly evident in her eyes.

 

[DomG]

He watched her carefully as she removed the though. His arousal became quite evident as he watched her, trying to catch a glimpse of her intimate regions. He hadn't seen much more then her ass and legs as she did, the skirt long enough to conceal it from his view. A mental note was taken, later on he would have the skirt shortened and possibly a slit added to the side to make it much less concealing.

“Much better.” He praised her, noticing that her current position put him right at eye level with the expending bulge in his pants. Still the way she was looking up at him she wouldn't be able to appreciate it and he was taking his time... teasing her a little bit for his fun before the true enjoyment started. After all the anticipation made it that much better for him.

“Eyes straight forward, do not look up at me.” HE ordered her with a smirk, knowing what she would be forced at when she did this. After waiting there for a moment to make sure she would see it he slowly moved around her, reaching out to brush his fingers through her hair and across her bare shoulder. “You are very pretty, you grew up well. I remember you quite well apprentice, I remember your father as well.”

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Aris made a small sound, but her eyes dropped immediately. SHe flushed a bit as she was faced with her Master's crotch, his arousal evident. She swallowed hard. She was fairly inexperienced in the more womanly ways, but she knew enough to know that if he was only starting to be aroused, she was afraid of when he was completely aroused.

Aris shuddered as she felt her Master's touch on her shoulder and hair, not expecting him to touch her. As he spoke, she almost turned to look at him, but remembered at the last moment that she was to remain looking strait ahead. Her body tensed slightly.

"You . . remember us? What do you mean? My father was killed years ago . . . and I never met you before you accepted me. . ." She thought about what his words could mean as she tried to keep her eyes strait forward, trying to swallow he unease. His fingers rose goosebumps on her flesh, and sent tingles running down her arms. He touched her as though slowly assessing her.

Beneath her skirt, she could feel the air on her body, and it made her tremble slightly as it was an unfamiliar feeling.

 

[DomG]

Feeling the way she stiffened at his touch he ran his fingers over her shoulder again, then down around her neck, squeezing for just long enough to scare her a little bit not because he wanted to harm her. But as his fingers tightened on her though he chuckled a little bit, it was always amusing to compare the power that he had compared to what others could do.

This strong young woman, in quite good shape by all account with some knowledge of the Force, despite all this if he wanted her dead there was nothing she could do.

But instead of choking her he released her neck after a moment, stroking his fingers up under her jaw line and lingering on her lips for a moment. As he did that he pictured what those lips would feel like as she pleasured him, letting those feelings of lust and desire radiate out... knowing she would be able to pick them up.

“I am sure you remember, a man with a red lightsaber killed your father, but before dying your foolish Jedi father got a lucky blow in.” Bending down behind her he let his hands trail back down , slowly moving to brush over the tops of her breasts. “Your father was the one who left this scar on my chest, I killed him and spared your life... for many years I have kept track of you, watched you develop and grow until I felt you were ready.” She had been one of many whom he had felt might have the potential, but he wouldn't reveal that.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Aris looked up at her new Master with surprise in her eyes, "You . . . You are the sith that killed him?"

She did not see this as a bad thing, she had only not been expecting it. In reality, this was perhaps for the best. She knew this man, this Sith Lord, could make her stronger than her father without a doubt, especially if he had been the one to kill him.

Aris was beginning to become slightly distracted. She could feel an almost tingle to her flesh as her Master moved around her. It was if there was somethign in the air, a part of him, a sexuality that made her skin both crawl and ignite at the same time. She shuddered, her eyes following him.

 

[DomG]

He had expected judgment or anger in her voice, but instead Zibock found no reason at all to punish her. Which was quite the pity, perhaps he shouldn't have been so forgiving about her earlier refusal to remove the thing... he was looking forward to the first of what was sure to be many punishments.

“I am sure that you understand that I am testing you by now apprentice.” He whispered with a grin, his teeth brushing over her neck. “I did kill your father though and it pleases me to see how little you care about that, your old life is behind you, from now on every part of you is mine to use and train as I see fit.”

Suddenly he pulled back away from her and walked over to his throne, sitting down and unzipping his pants, pulling out his cock. It was only at half mast but it was already quite large and it was another demonstration that he wasn't quite human, the entire length was covered in four rows of bumps, quite large and evenly spaced out.

“Lets test your devotion to your new life, come here and pleasure me.”

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Aris watched as Zibock moved back to his throne, and she stared in shock as he opened his pants. She watched as he freed his cock, and she gasped, shaking her head. She had never seen anything like it . . . and she wasn't sure she wanted to see it now.

"Master I . . " She shook her head, hesitating as she swallowed hard, "Please I've never . . . " She blushed brightly. She wasn't sure if she was embarrassed that she was admitting that she had never orally pleased a man, or if she was embarrassed that he wanted her to.

She shook her head again, scooting back just slightly, "I came . . i came to you the trained in the ways of the force not in . . " Again she stumbled over the words, her eyes raising, finally, from his cock to his face.

 

[DomG]

He smiled a little bit at her innocence, the way her blush brought so much color to her cheeks. It was absolute perfection. The things that he had in mind for her over time would probably make her blush so much more and he looked forward her it.

Her defiance though was so much less amusing and his smile quickly faded as she scooted back from him, the same anger from earlier showing in his eyes and his jaw clenching... no way around it now she would be taught a lesson. How severe that lesson was would depend on how much he enjoyed what she was going to do for him.

“No you came to me for power.” He corrected her as he began to slowly stroke his rapidly hardening member. “You came because I offered you more power then your father ever dreamed of. But nothing in life is free apprentice, if you want to learn then you have to earn it, if you want to eat you have to earn it... and believe me when I assure you there is a lesson here.”

With more patience in his voice then he felt he carried on. “Now crawl over here and use your mouth.”

 

[Fetish Kitten]

She flinched at his anger, but again shook her head. She was afraid of him, but not afraid enough. She did not want to do what he asked, did not see why she needed to. She bit her lip, looking from his face to his cock and back again.

She was afraid of how big it was growing, of the way it was studded. She didn't want to go anywhere near it.

"Please Master . . .I . . . I don't see how that would .. how I will learn power form sex."

She swallowed hard, knowing she was walking a very thin line.

 

[DomG]

She continued to defy him and as she did Zibock's anger grew even larger and with it his lust was magnified. At least she was attempting to show some deference to his position as master in her defiance rather then just running away from him.

“You don't need to see the lesson!” He barked at her before making sure she saw him struggle to regain his composure. “I am your master, your body belongs to me... now I am going to give you a choice, you can either participate in a lesson that you don't understand just yet or you can continue to defy me and see Force Lightning first hand.” It was an unsubtle threat, almost unworthy of him but it would do the trick, he was certain.

“And as a punishment for your insolence, you will first remove your skirt.”

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Aris flinched visibly as he yelled in her direction, shrinking just slightly. She shook her head, but moved forward, slowly removing her skirt with trembling hands. The thought of having force lightening coursing through her body was terrifying, and she had no desire to experience it. As she came to rest between his knees, she raised a trembling hand to his cock, wrapping it around the base as she leaned forward and let her tongue slowly move over the head of his cock.

She closed her eyes and did not look up at him as she gave into his demand, closing her mouth around the head of his thick cock and sucking slowly, unsure what to really do, but hoping that she learned fast enough not to anger him more.

Her mouth was hot, and her hair fell over her shoulders onto his thighs as she began to suck on him, tasting him for teh first time, the first bunch of studs pushing between her lips.

 

[DomG]

He sighed as the first hints of pleasure coursed through him at her touch, though he knew she was inexperienced he figured that her eagerness would soon make up for how little she knew about what she was doing. If she didn't want to experience a great deal of pain she would soon adapt to the steep learning curve that he would have in place.

“Not half bad.” He whispered happily as he reached down to stroke her hair, enjoying the way that it pooled on his legs for a moment before wrapping his hands in the lovely brown strands. With a quick jerk he pulled her head up a bit to force her to look him in the eyes as she pleasured him.

“The point of this lesson is to teach you about a very different kind of power.” He explained, willing now that she was doing as ordered. “Not all power is about being the strongest around... often it is about letting people think that they have control over you... I will be teaching you how to submit so that when the time comes you will know when to be strong.”

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Aris sucked him a bit more willingly when she felt his hand in her hair, running through it almost encouragingly, but then she felt him jerk back, and she cried out as she was forced to look at him.

As he neck was craned painfully, she whimpered, squirming in his grasp, one hand still holding the back of his cock, the other flat agianst his thigh. SHe trembled slightly as he held her tightly in his grasp. She had a vague idea of what he meant by teaching her to submit, and she felt fear at the idea.

She knew, from the look in his eyes, that there would be pain, and she feared it just as she feared him, just as she feared his power. "Please, Master . . I do[/] submit to you . . ."

 

[DomG]

He didn't even give her cry of pain a second though, someone as accustom to torture and killing as he was didn't care in the least if she was a bit uncomfortable while she dealt with his needs. If anything it made things a little bit more fun for him.

Releasing her head he bent over her, reaching behind her to slowly stroke and squeeze her ass, judging her as he did so, judging and finding it all to his liking. “For someone who had never done this you learn quickly Apprentice.” He praise her softly. “But for your earlier defiance, I hope that you understand that I will be punishing for you for that.”

How he would punish her, the ideas ran through his head... he would start with something small and humiliating though because it would be much more fun to do so.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Aris whimpered quietly as he mentioned her punishment, and her head fell some. His cock was still in front of her, and as he caressed her ass, she hesitantly took it back into her mouth. He had not told her not to suck it, and she wanted to show him that she truly was his.

Still, she was hesitant in the face of his overriding desire. SHe had never found sexuality to be something she identified with, int hat way she had always been shy, always kept herself generally pure. Now she had no choice but to give her Master what he wanted, or face the consequences.

As he mulled over her punishment, she feared the ideas she could have, and continued to work his cock head in her mouth, hoping that the pleasure he would feel would take the edge off of any punishment he devised.

She would never dream that he attempt at inadvertently controlling his decision could get her into further trouble.

 

[DomG]

It was delicious, the pleasure that he felt from her mouth was over whelming and it was oh so very tempting to just let go and fill her mouth with his seed. But this wasn't the right time, he wanted to teach her to view his own orgasm as a reward just like her own...

She would fuck anyone that he told her to, in time she would do anything with anyone to help further their goals, she would enjoy it... but she would only enjoy it because he told her to do it and she was obeying him. True pleasure from sex would be his and his alone to provide.

“Enough.” He whispered, fighting the desire to let her keep going. “I have decided on your punishment and I think it is a very fitting one for someone who is not only innocent but also disobeyed my orders.” A nasty smirk covered his face as he readied to deliver his sentence.

“You will sit on my lap, your back against my chest as you pleasure yourself.”

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Aris pulled away when he said enough and looked up at him, surprised at his words. She blushed nrightly.

"Master I've . . never really . . " She stuttered, but after a moment she rose, her head dropping, and climbed into his lap, pressing her back against him. She felt herself turning redder, she could feel his cock against her ass and she sifted so that is slid out from under her, resting between her legs against one of her thighs.

She ran a hand dowm over her belly and between her legs, barely touching herself, afraid to continue, embarrassed that he would be watching him.

 

[DomG]

For a moment he thought that she would disobey him again, or argue but she got up onto his lap like a good girl. The only disappointment was how she moved to slip his cock out from where it had settled. He wondered how she would react when he decided to fuck her ass.

“You don't know how its done?” He asked with a chuckle, his amusement evident and his anger slipping away quickly. “You are nineteen and don't know how to pleasure yourself... I will help you then.” He teased.

Reaching down between her legs he pushed her own hand aside and gentle began to run a finger between her thighs, slowly moving the hand upward. “From now on you will keep this region of your body free of hair.” He instructed as his fingers first brushed her nether lips.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Aris gasped as he touched her, and nodded at his command, flushing a bit redder as her back arched. She bit her lip, trying to keep from moaning. She had never had a man's hand between her legs, and as much as she hesitated, she was surprised at how much she enjoyed his touch. She squirmed in his lap some, her leg rubbing against his cock.

"M-Master please . . ." She bit her lip again, her hand moving over his, gripping it slightly as if to stop his movements. She could feel his firm chest against her back, and somehow that made her feel more vulnerable, weaker to his touch.