darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback, @ 2004-08-06 23:58:00 |
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Original poster: capra_maritimus
Title: Cutwork: A Tapestry Of Pleasure And Pain
Author: Rachael Sabotini
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Q/O
Warnings: Yes. 1) It has heavy S/M, needles, and bloodletting; 2) It's an indulgence for those who like it intense; 3) It's really weird. Let's just work with that....
Author's e-mail, web site and/or LJ id: Rachael@mediafans.org (Does anyone know if this is still working?)
Link to story: http://www.masterapprentice.com/arc
Reasons for recommending:
Oh my fucking god. I say this because normally I'm not at all into heavy kink. [On the sexuality flavour spectrum, I'm maybe strawberry.] However, there's just something about this story that makes me reread it over and over again. After a couple (hundred!) of rereads it hit me: there is more going on in the story here than just kinky sex. [Incredibly hot kinky sex, yeah.] There's intrigue and undercover work and angst -- and it's all set up so subtly that it's easy to miss the first time in the intensity of the character's emotions.
Quote from story:
It doesn't take much to get him into bed; it takes a lot more to keep him. I manacle each wrist with the chains provided, cutting and tearing away his robes as required. The men around me laugh, watching the Jedi Master humbled. It is what they live for.
But Qui-Gon and I have played this game before, though never as deeply as we plan to do now. As Jedi, we held ourselves back from that edge, a luxury we could not afford. There are no such protections here; we must rely on trust. I can read it in his eyes as he watches me, though I cannot feel it in the Force. The room itself is shielded.
"Can't you be quicker about it?" Loquim, the regent's brother, calls out. "We'll be at this all night."
"If you're bored," I say, turning to glare at him, "I suggest you go elsewhere. This is going to take a while."
He gapes at me. "What?"
I speak calmly to him, as if to a child. "Loquim, he's a Jedi. He's been trained to ignore pain. You don't think a few hours of simple torture is going to give you what you want, do you?" I nod at Qui-Gon. "Look at him. He's already been beaten. If the answer was easy, don't you think you'd have it by now?"
He visibly pales under his neatly-trimmed beard as he gazes at the battered body, and I remember that he is only recently come into this little conspiracy. I finish securing my former Master to the bed and turn my attention completely to Loquim, playing my role as Inquisitor to the hilt.
Laying a black-gloved hand on his arm, I speak softly. "Your sister said she needed the information by tomorrow night, and I will have it for her. If you have no stomach for this, you'd better leave now." I gesture at the cameras that are monitoring the room. "You have other spies in here. You need not be present yourself."
The information that Qui-Gon will give me is fake, anyway. What matters is that the extraction of it appear real.
I let my eyes dwell on his chest and his cock. There are how things seem, and how things are. The conspirators will see what they expect, a man tortured to give up his information -- while Qui-Gon and I make love.
Your perception determines your reality, or so the saying goes.