darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback, @ 2004-08-14 02:44:00 |
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Original poster: kyuuketsukirui
Title: Best of the Bargain
Author: Mystique
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Obi/OMC
Warnings: Non-con, drug use.
Author's e-mail, web site and/or LJ id: diamona, khayakhatun @ hotmail.com, http://users.bigpond.net.au/showroom/my
Link to story: http://users.bigpond.net.au/showroom/my
Reasons for recommending: It is very, very, very rare that I like reading about original characters in fic, not because I think they're all Mary Sues, though that is often the case, but simply because usually I want to read fanfic for the characters, and not the universe. This, however, is one of the few exceptions, and I wouldn't have ever read it if it weren't for someone else's rec, simply because I would have seen the "OMC" and passed it by.
I am so glad I didn't. It really doesn't have much of a Star Wars-y feel to it, to me. Obi is mindwiped, so there's not much Jedi action going on. What it is is a really good m/m sci-fi story with very hot sex.
I love the narrator. So often the slave!Obi stories are told from the slave's POV, so this is a nice change of pace.
Quote from story: Narrator ♥
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I watched with a sinking feeling in my gut as those grey eyes just filled with water. He raised an hand abruptly to press on his eyelids, refusing to let the tears fall. It was as if he thought he shouldn't cry for having been ripped from his life, then violated in mind and in body. Suddenly, instead of the self possessed young man I had thought I was buying, I found that I had on my hands a frightened and confused kid who was doing a bloody brave job of holding it all together and who had suddenly had enough.
I wanted to hold him. I would have, you know, but I'd been just as much a part of it as that creep Saartor and his ilk. I had no right, you see. No right at all to try and comfort him. And how could I tell him it was going to be alright? Because it bloody wasn't going to be alright. And it never would be again.
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More: Dee does such a great job of making the narrator seem real. He's never owned a slave before, and he does a lot of convincing himself that what he's doing is okay. His denial is woven through the story, in his words and actions. He can be a bastard, but he's really easy to sympathize with, and honestly at the end, I was a bit sorry for Obi to leave him.
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I could feel he was only half hard, despite the drug, but I figured that was only because I'd been getting all the attention.
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I thought about how Jameel had begged me to hit him harder, how I'd mastered the art of whipping without leaving a scar and how we'd played all sorts of games. About how Jameel had laughed when I chased him, and when I caught him, and when I dragged him kicking and screaming to my bed and then laughed again as I tied him up. And then something was happenning to my eyes, and everything went blurry, and I could see that Boy wasn't squirming seductively in his bonds, offering up his ass to be spanked. Boy wasn't laughing. Those shoulders were shaking from suppressed sobs. Boy wasn't squealing in mock terror as I threatened him, he was lying there with his eyes distant and filled with pain, just waiting for me to get it over with. He wasn't... awww, fuck... fuck!fuck!fuck!
I dropped that stupid belt like it was a red-hot hyper-wire, feeling like... the biggest fucking jerk, the worst kind of idiot this side of the galaxy. My hands were shaking as I undid the bonds on Boy's wrists and ankles and pulled him into my arms, trying to soothe the hurts.
"I'm sorry," I said, shaking, and trying to smooth his short hair which had gone spikey with sweat. "I'm so sorry. I had no... no right to do that."