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Author: Leiasky

Rating: NC-17 most definitely

Summary: Qui-Gon's eyes are glued to a holo of Obi-Wan and two unknown women engaging in activities unbecoming a Jedi Padawan.

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Archive: Yes if you like.

Author's Notes: This story came about by a certain someone telling me that he didn't like to watch. So, this is for him…..:::cackles madly::::

Series: You could say this goes with Punishment.

"Master!" Obi-Wan accepted the wrapped gift with a nod and thanked the young initiate who had delivered it. "You have another present."

The Master, dressed only in loose-fitting sleep pants, stood in the doorway and sighed. Another one. Qui-Gon looked over his shoulder at the objects that lined his computer console. Whoever was sending these obviously liked jokes. He'd been receiving these gifts at the same time each day for the past four, now five, days.

The first gift had been a statue of a particularly grotesque animal, which, in old Massassi folklore, was used by old men who believed worshiping these statues would make them more fertile.

The second gift had been an ancient Terran book on the styles of lovemaking. Techniques used by older men to enable them to obtain and sustain an erection more frequently. Qui-Gon shook his head. He'd not, to his knowledge, ever had problems in this area.

The third consisted of a relatively thick book, depicting and describing in erotic detail each and every way a man could pleasure a woman. Qui-Gon noted with an annoyed sneer, this was also for older men who found it necessary to use other stimulus on his partner.

On the fourth day, a large portfolio arrived, complete with accompanying scented oil. The portfolio consisted of twenty-five color holos of women posing in various revealing positions. Some were held in their poses by men, their erect shafts rising proudly due to some unseen manipulation which had taken place before the holo had been taken. Others were staring at the camera with the most shockingly erotic looks on their faces. This had been the only gift to arrive with a note. It had been written in elegant script across the ornate bottle of oil and it read simply 'For use on those lonely nights without me.' He couldn't make out the writing, nor could he think of anyone who would tease him in such a way. No woman who knew him intimately, would even think twice about him needing such material.

Today this, rather small in comparison, package had arrived. Qui-Gon didn't know how much more sensual torture he would be able to endure. He'd brought himself to completion more times in the last four days than he had in the entire last year. His life was normally sexually dull. Well except when he was on-planet and…….

Obi-Wan smiled at his Master and extended his hand toward the older Jedi.

"Who is sending these?" Qui-Gon asked quietly. He'd not allowed Obi-Wan to see more than the covers of the other gifts but that was enough to amuse his Padawan greatly. Through his annoyance, however, Qui-Gon couldn't surpress the curiosity as to what this next gift contained.

"Who knows, but they're certainly fun." The young man grinned, his turquoise eyes sparkling.

The Master took the gift out of his apprentice's hands and strode back into his room, closing the door behind him. He could hear the displeasure in Obi-Wan's voice when the door slid shut, cutting him off from his view of the latest gift.

" Master! Why can't I see?" The eighteen year old Padawan complained loudly.

* Time for meditation, Obi-Wan * Qui-Gon's voice echoed in Obi-Wan's head.

"Well damn." Obi-Wan muttered and returned to his room and his very boring, compared to the last five days, meditation mat.

Qui-Gon carefully removed the wrapping of this latest 'gift' and tipped the small, ornately carved case. A small disc slid into his hand and the Master's eyes narrowed. That was it? A disc. No note, no explanation. Qui-Gon shrugged and sat at his console, sliding the disc into place. The screen flicked to black and then a familiar scene opened before his eyes. The room was deep crimson down to the furniture and the silken drapes that hung from the walls. Qui-Gon had seen this room before. Many times. Qui-Gon fought the unease that welled inside his heart as he watched the camera pan across the room. His eyes darkened when it finally came to rest upon a very naked and very aroused Obi-Wan.

Qui-Gon's breath caught and his eyes widened. Long fingers slid to the vid control but he couldn't bring himself to stop the disc. Instead he lowered the volume, so that his Padawan could not hear through the wall. Qui-Gon leaned back, absently pulling at the coarse strands of his beard. His eyes fixed upon the scene displayed before him: His Padawan, lying naked, a

young, very nimble, woman, sitting astride his slim hips. The young man moaned as she rose and fell in slow fluid motions, impaling herself onto his shaft.

"Good gods," Qui-Gon groaned. He tried to tear his gaze away but the whimpers and moans coming from his Padawan's mouth drew his attention to the scene. Much to his dismay, Qui-Gon's body began to respond to the visual stimulus and he shifted against the uncomfortable tightening in his groin.

The woman tilted her head back and shuddered, screaming her release. She rolled her hips and collapsed atop his chest, breathing heavily. She wasn't motionless for long and soon slid off Obi-Wan's hips and moved toward the head of the bed. Another woman took her place between his thighs, this time, swallowing the young man in one smooth, fluid motion.

Qui-Gon's hips lifted from the chair, mimicking Obi-Wan's shocked stare as he watched the woman between his legs lap at his rigid shaft. Obi-Wan tossed his head into the cushions as she cupped his sac and began to bathe him like a lioness would her cub.

"I need to stop this. I can't watch him……"Qui-Gon groaned, shifting his hips. His loose-fitting sleep pants were rapidly becoming much more confining.

The other woman leaned over and captured the young man's lips, stifling his moans momentarily. She slid her hand down his chest to where his body was joined with the woman writhing atop him and wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock. Obi-Wan shuddered, his eyes squeezed shut, back arched sharply. The woman swallowed his screams as he came in a rush, hips bucking frantically beneath the woman.

Qui-Gon growled and quickly slid his hand down the sleep pants and grasped his growing erection. He cupped the filling sac and squeezed gently, eyes blurring.

"My turn," The woman atop Obi-Wan stated. She slid off his hips, the young man's member falling limp across his thigh. "Pleasure me." Obi-Wan groaned as she straddled his shoulders, sinking her well lubricated folds onto his face. His hands gripped her waist and pulled her toward his mouth. His tongue snaked out to taste her parted lips, two fingers sliding into her easily.

The camera shifted and provided a level view of the young man's tongue flicking across her lips, licking and sucking the nectar as it dripped from her center.

Qui-Gon stared as his apprentice expertly lapped at the woman, while the other reached down and began to suck at his flaccid organ.

The Jedi Master's hand began long, delicate strokes along his length until he was whimpering along with his apprentice on the holo. Just then, the comm buzzed and Qui-Gon ripped his hand away from his painfully hard shaft to press a halt to the holo. His fingers shook and he took a moment to close his eyes and center himself with several deep breaths. "This is Qui-Gon. What is it?" His voice was deep with arousal and his tone revealed his annoyance at the interruption.

"Master Jinn, I was asked to inform you that the Council meeting will be delayed for another two hours. If you and your Padawan will come then." The Council assistant smiled happily at the Jedi Master and Qui-Gon nodded.

He reached to disconnect but she continued. Qui-Gon took another deep breath to try to calm the raging fire burning in his loins. He slowly slid his hand off the desk and began to circle it across his enflamed organ. As the woman continued to chatter, his mind floated to a happier place. She suddenly stopped her dissertation and stared, her dark eyes narrowed to tiny slits.

"You've not heard a word I've said, have you Master Jinn?" Her tone was no where near polite.

"My apologies, I have a few important lessons on my mind." He hoped he sounded convincing. He 'would' have some very important lessons to impart to his Padawan as soon as he was able to fully concentrate on said lessons. That image of the young man lying beneath those woman was not easy to purge.

"I will leave you to your lessons, then, Master Jinn. The Council will meet with you in two hours time." With that, she disconnected the transmission, disgust plainly written across her features.

Qui-Gon exhaled a deep breath and stared at the blank screen as his fingers continued their slow circular movements along his shaft. Without thinking, he continued the vid, his fingers wrapping around the swelling organ to continue with a more firm stroke.

His apprentice, and the two women lying with him, flickered onto the screen once again but something had skipped and the image that now appeared was different. Obi-Wan was now kneeling between one woman's spread thighs, his shaft pistoning into her with a frantic rhythm. His groans echoed off the walls and Qui-Gon quickly lowered the volume once again. He held the woman down, her

face pressed into the cushions as his hips slammed against her backside. The other woman was spread-eagled at the head of the bed, fingers pressed deeply within her wetness.

"Watch me, Jedi." She cooed. And Obi-Wan raised his head, eyes blurred, to stare at her. Slowly, she slid her fingers over her folds, before drawing one up to her mouth to lick it clean. She sucked and laved around the tip as if it were a miniature cock, causing Obi-Wan to grunt in frustration. He bent and wrapped his lips around the woman's neck, biting down hard as his climax shot through his body. He collapsed atop her as the other woman slid off the bed and stood over the panting Jedi. "Don't think you are finished yet, young Knight."

Qui-Gon stared in disbelief as the scene began anew with the woman taking his limp organ into her hands and mouth and bringing him to a shuddering climax within minutes of his last. The Jedi Master closed his eyes, unconsciously spreading the droplets that leaked from his own weeping shaft over the hard length. "Gods on…" His head snapped toward the door when the chime rang in his ears. He must have missed it the first time. He quickly stopped the vid and reached for his tunic. He draped the material across his lap and sighed deeply. He wouldn't even try to stuff himself back into his pants. At this stage of arousal, it would hurt, badly. Leaning back in the chair, he looked down and frowned. It was rather difficult to hide the bulge beneath the thin material. He closed his hands across his lap as the door slid open.

"Yes, Obi-Wan?" His voice was ragged and he could tell Obi-Wan noticed the change.

The smile was wiped off his apprentice's face immediately. Obi-Wan's eyes scanned the room before returning to his Master. "Am I interrupting?"

"No" The response was a bit too sharp for Obi-Wan and he shifted uncomfortably. Where was the new gift? And what was it to make his Master so edgy? He looked around the room again, hoping for a clue, until his Master's voice brought his eyes back to the large man sitting rather stiffly before him.

"Our meeting with the Council has been pushed back for another two hours. Make of the time what you will. Though I suggest some heavy meditation."

Obi-Wan blinked. "Yes Master." He sensed that the man was not in the mood to argue. He backed out and the door slid shut behind him.

Qui-Gon exhaled a deep breath and quickly pulled the tunic from his hips. Gripping his shaft, he quickly made a fist around it and drew it between his callused palm. Quick, rough strokes brought him to the edge quickly until another call interrupted his exercise. He groaned loudly and ignored the chime. A. Few. More. Strokes. He cupped his tightening sac and squeezed , closing his eyes

against the blinding light that brightened before his eyes. The chime became more insistent and he hissed, slamming his fist on the console, instantly activating the screen. He grunted and pulled the tunic over his legs. No one should be able to tell what he was doing but he didn't want to take the chance, especially if the call was important.

A familiar image flickered across the screen and the scantily clad woman leaned forward, her amble bosom barely contained by the leather bodice she wore. It took his eyes a few minutes to focus on her and he growled. "What are you….."

"Enjoying my gifts, Master Jinn?" Her soft voice asked. A smile crossed her lips and she lifted a finger to trace his image on her screen.

"You," He hissed. The tone was a mixture of frustration and amusement.

"You expected another?" She chuckled. Her fingers slowly unfastened the bodice, giving him a more than appreciative view of her bosom.

"Don't." His tone changed to frustration as her breasts bounced free and she held them tightly., squeezing and rolling the hard nipples between her fingers.

"I miss you, Jinn. No man here can compare." She leaned back into the arms of a well-built, auburn-haired man, with a complacent smile. "But a woman must do what she must to satisfy herself during these lonely times."

Jinn shook his head and watched helplessly as the man's hands removed her bodice slowly and began to skim across her skin with deliberate tantalizing movements. The stranger's hand slid down the front of a very short skirt and she groaned when his fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot.

"Why are you doing this to me?" He stared at her, trying not to look at what the man behind her was touching. It was difficult. She licked her lips and thrust her hips into his hand.

She shot him a mischievous smile. "Watching you while another man takes care of my needs." She didn't answer his question and she could see him grunt in frustration.

He shook his head and watched the man divest her of the slim skirt she wore. He was not surprised to find she wore no underclothing. He watched her reach down and take the man's already hard shaft in her soft hands and give it a few gentle strokes.

The Jedi's shaft stirred again, still semi-hard despite the various interruptions.

"I want you to watch and see what you are missing. " She whispered into the comm, her eyes staring into his as she straddled the man's hips, her back to him.

"Then come here," he growled, pulling at his now painfully hard shaft.

"I'm not allowed in the Temple, Jinn. You know that and you are too worried about your precious Jedi reputation to be seen in my establishment." She sank onto the rigid shaft, burying him to the hilt. Her eyes crossed and a slight smile curved her lips "This is the best I could do."

"This is torture," he whispered. He watched the man's hands wrap around her waist and lift her, her legs working with his to drive him deeper and deeper on each down stroke.

"Then come here and take his place." She licked her lips. "I miss your skin on mine, inside me, filling me, hurting me. I dream of your mouth on me, licking and sucking."

"It is not that easy." He breathed, tugging at his own erection as the stiffness became almost painful. He squeezed his sac and stroked the shaft, desperately trying to drive himself to completion.

"I want to see you come just like you are going to see me, Jinn." She leaned back as the man's hand snaked around her waist and found her tiny bundle. A few flicks of his fingers and she was writhing in pleasure, moaning loudly. "Show me. Show me what this does to you."

"You know what this does to me," He growled, staring as the man's fingers brought her closer and closer to orgasm. His fingers should be driving her pleasure, his shaft should be buried within her.

"I. Want. To. See. " She hissed, reaching down to cup the man's sack. She squeezed and Qui-Gon could hear him groan. "It won't be long now will it?"

Qui-Gon's head rolled back onto his shoulders as she cried out, coming hard while he watched. She squeezed the man's shaft and he bucked beneath her, crying out his own climax. She undulated her hips atop his thighs, sighing with each movement. She exhaled deeply, leaned forward and licked her lips. "This is what you are missing Jinn."

She flicked the comm and the screen went black before his eyes.

THE END