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Rating/Warnings: R; THIS PART INCLUDES THE RAPE OF A CHARATER, IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ THAT THEN DO NOT READ THIS PART; Violence; slash

Summery: After an explosive fight, Obi-Wan stormed off broken hearted and left Qui-Gon's world in shambles. They have sense come to terms with what happened as they both came to the realization that Xanatos was behind it all. Obi-Wan has been captured by Xanatos, who has taken him to the "bridge world" one of the Nenoidan "Purse Worlds," though Obi-Wan does not know witch planet this is. Now Obi-Wan and Xanatos are traveling about on this planet, to what end Obi-Wan doesn't know, and Obi-Wan gets a "very bad feeling."

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Obi-Wan's POV:

The air car came to a stop and I got this horrible sense of foreboding. How and why I couldn't tell, but it was definitely there. This seemed even more odd, because I knew it was not the force giving me this sense, as Xanatos saw to it that I was kept sufficiently drugged to have no access to the force.

I heard Xanatos exit the car and then my door opened and strong hands, definitely not Xanatos', for they handled me far too roughly, grabbed me by the arms and dragged me out of the car.

'I have a very bad feeling about this,' was my only though. I could almost see Qui-Gon's sigh as he rolled his eyes at that comment of mine. "Pay attention to the here and now, my Padawan," he would say, "you need to focus more on the Living Force." I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

'Strange,' I thought, as suddenly I was filled with an overwhelming warmth and tingling from the ruts of my hair to the tips of my toes. I knew instantly it was the force, for some reason my grasp on it returned in such a rush that I nearly fell over. In my suprise I'm sure I sent out my presence in the force like a beacon to anyone who was remotely force sensitive.

In a flash it was gone, ripped from me with such violence that I reeled and nearly vomited. The physical shock as bad as the mental and spiritual withdrawal.

"Don't drop him!" I heard Xanatos yell at the being who carried me, "He's not to be harmed... yet."

The promise in Xanatos's voice sent a chill down my spine. 'Of course not,' I thought bitterly to myself, 'you intend to torture me with Qui-Gon as your audience.'

Ten steps across concrete. 'A side walk, perhaps?' Then twenty steps across a recently cut lawn. I concentrated on what I could tell of my soundings hopping that it might somehow provide useful. Concrete again, ten more paces. Then up three steps, a door "whooshed" open in front of me. Up one more step, my feet met hard wood floors. 'A house?' I thought.

We paused.

"Put him in my room," Xanatos ordered the man who held me.

Twenty paces, a carpet, ten paces, a left turn. Another thirteen paces and a door opened in front of me, eight-teen steps across carpet and I was thrown on a large bed. My "guide" laughed as I sat up. He knocked me back over and un-cuffed one of my hands only to loop them through the head board and then re-clasp the binders tightly around my wrist.

Then I heard him leave and I knew when the door closed that I was alone.

I lay there, uncomfortable, as I was tossed on a wad of messed sheets and pillows. The bed reeked of sex and Xanatos. I knew being here would lead to nothing good for me. Then I heard the door open, heard the soft, but sure steps of Xanatos as he walked at a painfully slow pace. I could almost feel his eyes on me as he drew near, moving very slowly.

Xanatos pulled the sheets and pillows out from under me, allowing me a slightly more comfortable position. Then I felt his hands on my boots. One, two, three, four... he undid the buckles and my right boot slid it off easily. Then the other, and then my socks were gone. He ran his hands lightly up my lower legs. I tried to kick his hands away, but received a sharp slap to my inner thigh that I knew left a mark.

I bit my lower lip to keep from yelping at the sting. I could feel the welt, a perfict imprint of his hand on me as the sting began to swell slightly.

"Behave, Obi-Wan," Xanatos practically sung my name, "or this will be less pleasant for both of us."

I grit my teeth, but lay still. 'Surly you do not expect me to lay here compliant wile you rape me,' I thought bitterly to myself, but that's exactly what he expected, and I knew it.

His hands continued to move up my leggings until they came to rest on my obi. I could feel the heat of his hands through the thick material as his nimble fingers made quick work on the knot. I felt my obi slip off and then his fingers moved toward the draw string on my trousers. Xanatos ran his fingers under the edge of my pants teasing the knot that held them on. The seconds ticked away and felt like hours, before at last to my relief he moved his hands upward toward my tunics.

I relaxed slightly and drew in a deep calming breath, letting it out very slowly as I fought to find my center and keep my head clear and my thoughts calm and rational. 'There is no emotion, there is peace,' I tried unsuccessfully to reassure myself with the teachings that had always comforted me in the past, 'There is no passion, there is serenity.'

I felt my outer tunic loosen around me and open. Then my under tunic was slowly un-tucked from my leggings by meticulously slow moving fingers. Now I felt Xanatos's hot weight on me as he leaned across the length of my body and reached over me to the binders that held me captive. A slight brush of his fingers across my wrists and the binders fell to the floor behind the bed. He pulled my tunics back, over my shoulders as if to pull them off, but left them on my arms holding them still behind my back.

"Are you going to behave, my beauty?" Xanatos asked, his voice so smooth and rich, rapt with desire, "Or am I going to have to tie you down?" A hint of amusement colored his velvety voice, "Ether way is fine with me, but the choice I'll leave to you... Will you behave, Jedi?"

He punctuated the word "Jedi" in a way that left no doubt in my mind; I was completely venerable to this man's whims, weather or not I was bound, and weather or not I struggled and fought. 'Is it worth fighting?' I asked myself with a sight as I thought back to yet another lesson Qui-Gon had ground into my head, 'You always have a choice, no mater what, and a Jedi, my young apprentice, must always be read to make it: Fight, run, surrender, or die. These choices you will always have, and you must be ready to make them.'

I took another deep breath, it was certainly not worth fighting, I would not escape and I would only do myself more harm by fighting, there was no running from this, and I knew that thought it was possible Xanatos could kill me eventually, I knew that possibility was still far off. 'Surrender, it is,' I decided at last. I could feel my own tears running hot down my face, soaking the hood that blocked my vision.

"I," I took a deep breath and steeled myself against my desire not to voice the decision I had made, "I will be- behave," I said in a broken and submissive voice.

"Good," the pleasure in Xanatos's voice made me feel ill.

He was true to his word though, at least for the moment he was. Xanatos loosened my tunics off of me and slid them away leaving me unbound and comfortable, aside from his unwanted touch. Xanatos ran his fingers down my chest and I fought to keep my muscles from tensing to the point of pain under his fingers.

'Relax,' I ordered myself, 'you are a Jedi, you can control yourself if nothing else, now relax!' It worked... kind of. I felt myself relax at least enough that my shoulders and back stopped aching.

Xanatos stood and moved away from me for a moment, but I was not relieved, as I heard the familiar sounds of boots and cloth being hastily removed.

When Xanatos returned to lie on the bed beside me he was completely disrobed as he pressed every inch of himself against me. His fingers moved slowly, gently, almost like a lover would as he untied the string that held my pants in place. I brace myself for what I knew was to come.

My initial reaction was to push him back, but that only caused my limbs to be held down with a crushing hold from the force. The less I resisted however the gentler Xanatos was, and when I finally gave in and just lied there he released me all together, but he left no doubt in my mind that he was completely in control of the situation.

It seemed like an eternity, but at last Xanatos was done with me. He removed the hood from my head, but I kept my eyes closed tightly. I had no desire to look at him. Ever so gently, Xanatos whipped away my tears, "Look at me with those beautiful eyes of yours, Obi-Wan," he spoke gently as he caressed my cheek, wiping away the last of the tears I'd shed silently.

I turned my head away from him, I was too angry, too ashamed to look even at him. Xanatos grabbed my chin and twisted my head back around, "Look at me!" he commanded.

I sighed heavily and slowly opened my eyes. I blinked several times, the bright lights in the room were blinding after my long existence in darkness. Eventually Xanatos' face came into focus before me. He had a look of something between pity and contentment on his face as he gazed strait into my eyes.

I looked away again, but he followed my movement, forcing me to hold his gaze. "You are truly beautiful," he whispered and kissed each of my eyelids and then my forehead. I almost cried at the intimate gesture, for surly he only did it to upset me because he knew how Qui-Gon would do the same thing to comfort me when I was troubled, and surly it meant that Qui-Gon had done the same for Xanatos on some distant occasion.

'Master, Qui-Gon, please hurry,' I pleaded silently, 'please come and rescue me from this.'

I was slick with sweat, Xanatos' sweat and cum when he stood me on my feet to leave. I was in such a dazed state that I didn't, couldn't move. So he dressed me hastily in my clothes, boots, and robe, not even bothering to fasten them properly before leading me out of his room and into a smaller, and very empty bed room. He locked the door and left.

I sat down on the bead and looked around the room I now occupied as I tried to calm my edgy nerves. There was the small bed I lay on, it had clean sheets and blankets on it, there was a closet across the room from me and what looked like a bathroom door across the way. I shook a little and drew my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms tightly around myself rocking a little as I sobbed uncontrollably.

I only granted myself a few moments before I forced myself to gather some self control. I took of my robe and folded it neatly placing it on the bed beside me, that at least didn't smell like Xanatos.

I stood and walked over to the closet. Thank the force there were clean clothes in there that didn't smell like Xanatos. I grabbed the simple gray tunic and trousers, not unlike my clothing and headed for what I hopped was a bathroom, kicking off my boots along the way. I was relieved to find that it was indeed a bathroom.

I started up the shower turning the water all the way to hot. I carefully united my pony tail and braid placing the ribbons and beads that were woven into the braid safely on the counter before quickly shrugging out of my clothes. I stepped under the scalding water and vigorously scrubbed every inch of my hair and body with soap. I scrubbed until my skin stung and felt raw, then I turned down the tempter of the water a little and just stood there and let the water beat down on me.

When at last I felt clean I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I dried myself completely, paying special attention to my hair, as I had no comb, I didn't want to tangle it. I dressed in the clean clothes quickly. My discarded clothes I wrapped in the towel I was done with, I would never touch those again, I had decided.

Then I looked at the ribbons and beads that had been woven into my braid, and the band that had secured my pony tail. I walked over to the sink and closed the plug then filled it with hot soapy water. I carefully washed every hint of Xanatos off of them and then dried them well with another towel.

I took my time braiding my hair, making sure that it looked exactly as a Padawan's braid should look. It was only after I had finished this task that I realized just how tired I was. I felt as if I had been awake for days without rest and so I decided to meditate and then try and sleep. Meditation was impossable though, II couldn't find my sernitie, and so I lay down in the bed and fell into an uneasy sleep.