darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback, @ 2004-11-30 21:33:00 |
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Original poster: saxony
Title: The Most Dangerous Game
Authors: Hilary and Ruth Gifford
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Q/O
Summary: Sith Apprentice Obi-Wan Kenobi wants to learn from the best, regardless of the cost.
Warnings:
Canon has been twisted. Fanon has been twisted. Ages have been manipulated. Artistic license has been taken. This is set in a Universe where the Sith won the war, and our boys are Sith to the core. Torture & rape (both sort of semi-consensual, you'll know what we mean when you get there), abusive situations, extreme violence and graphic imagery, machines (again you'll know what we're talking about when you get there)
Author's e-mail: padawanhilary@gonwan.com and telesilla@worldnet.att.net
Link to story: http://www.masterapprentice.org/arc
Reasons for recommending:
I can't resist a good darkfic and there's definitely no sweetness and light here. What you do get is a compelling and erotic glimpse into a universe where the Sith are in control. We're shown not only the dangers and hate inherent in the Sith empire, but also the pleasures and powers that are derived from the dark side. Fear, pain, torture, sex - it's all here. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are familiar, but perfectly rendered/skewed as products of the Sith. Oh yeah, the sex may be Sithly but it's definitely hot. And Hilary and Ruth do leave you with a good chuckle over the last line to make up for all the disturbing imagery they put you through. :)
Quote from story:
"Shall we begin?" I asked, coiling the whip and gently stroking his chest with it.
He drew in a deep breath. "Do it."
Pleased with his courage, I drew back and sent the whip out flying, my full strength behind it. The tip dug into his belly, right above his navel. He screamed through gritted teeth and I let the pain and the sound of his voice wash over me, fueling the fire in my groin.
The whip whined through the air again, this time coiling tightly around his thigh, just below his heavy cock. His shriek was sweet in my ears as I pulled the whip back hard; watching the burn mark appear on his skin as the whip wound away from his tender skin.
I looked up to catch his glare and lazily smiled at him, sending out a broad wave of lust at him. The whip sang out again, this time slicing across his chest, the tip digging into his nipple. "That's right, pretty boy, scream for me."