Bastila Falls (Star Wars)(KOTOR)

Bastila Falls (Star Wars)(KOTOR)

A/N: Bastila Falls was a commissioned one shot originally written back in September of 2020. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!

Summary: In which Malak takes on a different approach in breaking down Bastila Shan, and the young woman proves to be uniquely vulnerable to it.

Themes: Corruption, Master/Slave, Dom/Sub

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The situation was... dire, to say the least. Bastila Shan, Padawan of the Jedi Order, was quite aware of that fact. Things had come to a head, and she herself was in deep shit to say the least. It wasn't just the fact that she'd been captured by Darth Malak himself, and even now was awaiting his personal touch. He would torture her, of that the young Jedi was sure, but Bastila could do nothing about that but prepare.

She just wished that her capture at the Sith Lord's hands hadn't come at the worst possible time. She'd made the best of a bad situation, when she'd urged her companions to flee while she held Darth Malak off. The fact that neither of them were chained up beside her now made it clear they'd managed to get away.

But at the same time, she had to wonder just how much of a shitshow everything had turned out to be back on the Ebon Hawk. Because things couldn't possibly have gone worse, truth be told. Not unless one imagined a world where Revan rejoined Malak right then and there on the spot, but Bastila didn't think the current Dark Lord of the Sith would allow that anyways. Malak wanted Revan dead. The only question was, what did Revan want?

She'd helped the Jedi Order capture Darth Revan. She hadn't personally assisted in wiping the Sith Lord's mind and personality clean, but she'd effectively handed them the keys to the kingdom when she and her small strike force had managed to capture Revan in the first place. And then there was the Force Bond to consider. Even now, Bastila could feel that connection between her and the reformed Sith Lord.

Surely Revan wouldn't revert to old ways now that he knew the truth, right? Surely Carth would understand that it wasn't Darth Revan they'd been fighting alongside all these months, but a reformed man who'd become a stellar Jedi Knight all over again. Surely... surely... surely...

There were a thousand ways that things could go, and Bastila could only hope that more moderate voices like Juhani and Jolee would speak up in Revan's defense and keep the reformed Sith Lord on the straight and narrow in Bastila's absence. That was all she could really hope for, because she had no hope concerning herself.

Darth Malak would arrive, and he would torture her. Sith Lightning was a vicious, awful thing, and Bastila was not looking forward to it. The worst part was not knowing when it would begin. Thanks to the collar around the chained up Jedi's neck, she couldn't feel a single iota of the Force. She had no way of knowing when Malak was coming for her, and the waiting was a torture in and of itself. She couldn't even mediate, not truly, not without the Force to guide her.

It was-

As if summoned by her thoughts, the door to her prison suddenly hisses open, and the subject of her fears steps through. Defeating and capturing Darth Revan was supposed to be a major coup for both the Jedi Order and the Republic. But the man that had risen in his place had proven to be much more of a tyrant, much more of a monster. Only in hindsight had it become obvious that Revan was holding his bloodthirsty apprentice in check, and that Malak was just waiting for an opportunity like the one Bastila and the Jedi had given him.

"Bastila Shan..."

His voice reverberates out of the metal prosthesis he has in place of a jaw. He sounds robotic, but that in no way takes away from the menace and seething hatred in his tone. This is an Evil Man. This is a Monster. Bastila fortifies herself for what she knows is to come and does her best to present a brave face even without the Force at her side.

"Darth Malak. I'm sure you must be worried. The crew of the Ebon Hawk is nipping at your heels. There was only one Star Map left to find, when you let them escape."

There's a brief pause, and for a second Bastila thinks the Force Lightning is about to start early. But instead, she gets a low laugh from Malak instead, a dark chuckle as he steps ever closer to her, his yellow eyes staring down at her in curious amusement.

"Your incomprehension amuses me. But then, I suppose it only shows how little of my old master remains, doesn't it? If Revan truly remembered anything, if he knew all that he should have known, he would know that finding the Star Forge is pointless when you're not strong enough to TAKE it. Let them come, I say. Let the Republic and the Jedi converge on this solar system, on the Star Forge. My fleets and my armies will destroy them all to the last."

Bastila's eyes are wide by the time he's done talking, as she hurriedly processes all that he's saying. This solar system... meaning that she's actually here, she's actually at the final location. This is where the Sith's Super Weapon is located. If only she could free herself, she might be able to... to tell someone. If she could send out just one message, then maybe... but Malak sounds so confident. Is this Star Forge truly that unstoppable?

"Do your worst, Malak. I won't break. I won't tell you anything."

There's another pause... and then another laugh. Bastila flushes in anger and indignation as it becomes obvious the Sith Lord really isn't taking her seriously.

"Is that so, little padawan? Well, I suppose we'll just have to see, won't we?"

Here it comes. Bastila tenses up, expecting Sith Lightning to hit her at any moment. But that never happens. Instead, Malak reaches out... and touches her. It's so out of left field for her that Bastila doesn't even register what's happening, at first. The Sith Lord is just casually reaching out and groping one of her breasts through her Jedi Garb, like it's nothing.

When she finally reacts, she tries to jerk away, only for Malak to tighten his grip, squeezing down hard enough for a cry to spill from Bastila's lips. Except, it's not a cry of pain... it's a cry of pleasure. Her eyes widen as she realizes how GOOD Malak's mauling of her tit feels. Why does it feel so good? F-Force, what is he DOING to her?

"You like that, don't you Bastila? You enjoy my touch. As I knew you would."

Bastila shakes her head in denial, only for him to reach out with his other hand and take hold of her second full, supple breast. He gropes and squeezes it, and another pleasured cry escapes her lips.

"This is your truth, Padawan. It is the truth of every Jedi. You suppress these emotions. You hide from your lusts, from your desires. You ignore your needs. The Jedi would have done better to prepare you for this sort of... attack. But instead, you are woefully weak before my touch."

Is it true? Is this all her? Bastila gasps and moans and mewls. How can her breasts be THIS sensitive? To be fair, she's never really had them played with like this before. No one's ever touched her in such a... such a sexual manner. She's never even masturbated or touched herself in such a sexual manner. As a Jedi, she's been taught to let such urges go into the Force. Rather than giving in to her lusts, she meditates. Rather than touching herself to get rid of her desires, she releases them into the Force and finds her calm center.

Apparently, if Malak is to be believed, that has left her uniquely vulnerable to this method of torture. Not a single ounce of pain, but instead a steadily filling ocean of pleasure. It threatens to drown her, and all he's done so far was play with her chest. What reason would he have to lie though? Why shouldn't she believe him? As far as she's concerned, everything he's said has been the truth.

Of course, poor Bastila has no way of knowing just how much she's being manipulated. The Force Suppression Collar around her neck makes it impossible for her to escape, but more than that, it makes her uniquely vulnerable to the Sith Lord currently toying with her. Everything he's said so far has been a lie. The Jedi's way of releasing their emotions and urges and desires into the Force, while not as fun, was in fact perfectly viable.

If she had access to the Force right now, she'd not only be able to discard her current pleasure, she'd know just how much Malak was using the Dark Side to manipulate and abuse her. She'd be able to feel him using his Force Powers to slowly bend her to his will. Unfortunately, she can't feel a damn thing, Force-wise. All she CAN feel is the pleasure slowly building inside of her, until suddenly, it stops.

RIIIIP!

Releasing her tits quite abruptly, Malak instead grabs the front of her tunic and pulls. With a powerful display of Force-Enhanced strength, he rips her top off of her entirely, causing a whimpering cry to spill from her lips as she's exposed before his gaze. A deepening blush darkens her cheeks and she squirms in place, only to realize this does embarrassing things to her full breasts, which now freed from their confines, bounce and jiggle with every movement. Her nipples are rock hard too, and the air ghosting across her chest feels... amazing, far better than it should.

She shivers, even as Malak thrusts a hand down her pants next, pushing his palm against her sex and running his fingers along her moistening slit. Bastila gasps, her breath hitching, even as the Sith Master stares into her eyes knowingly.

"This is what you truly want, Bastila. Not peace, not serenity. You want passion. How do you think I've turned so many of your kind to my side? How many Jedi has your Order brought back from the Dark? Revan? You had to destroy his mind to make him into a faithful Light Side-loving monk again. And yet, day by day, more of yours become mine. Just as you soon will be."

What if... what if she could use this to her advantage? The mention of Jedi turning causes the start of a plan to begin forming in Bastila's mind. The pleasure building within her is just too much, but maybe she can trick Malak into thinking it actually overcame her. Surely, she can hold back the tide long enough to convince him of her sincerity. And then, if he frees her, if he thinks her loyal, she can use that to send a message, to bring the Republic and Jedi down upon his head.

All it takes is for her to give in, just a little. Letting herself start to enjoy it, Bastila puts on a bit of a show, moaning a little more wantonly as she writhes and wiggles in his grasp. His fingers are sliding into her cunt now, and her breasts are bouncing and jiggling with her squirming as she pants and mewls.

"... Y-Yes..."

Malak's blazing yellow eyes focus on her face again at that, from where they'd been staring at her chest briefly. The Sith Lord's fingers move a little faster inside of her as she whimpers and pretends to submit.

"I-It f-feels... g-good..."

For a moment, Malak is silent, as if he's assessing the veracity of her words. She's telling the truth, so she hopes it comes across that way. It does feel good, it all feels so damn good... but she can enjoy it without succumbing to the Dark Side. She has to, in order to fake it until she makes it. After that brief moment passes, the Dark Lord of the Sith throws his head back and laughs a deep, menacing, robotic laugh.

"Ahaha! They were fools to let you out of the Temple so early, Padawan. You poor thing. They've been using you for your Battle Meditation for so long that they've forgotten you're more than a tool, haven't they?"

Thanks to her Jedi training, she has enough control over her own body to manually flex her cunt muscles along his cock as she slides up and down his length, gasping and groaning in pleasure, all while purposefully milking him of his seed. Even as bad as she knows it is for him to cum inside of her unprotected, Bastila has become increasingly more and more addicted to the feeling of being 'creampied' over these last several days.

She wants it, she wants his seed to fill up her womb. She wants him to cum inside of her and to feel that pleasure as he makes her his woman again and again. Just the thought of it causes Bastila to orgasm again and again around his cock as she rides him. Her head tosses back, and her cries of ecstasy fill the space. She seeks that moment of acknowledgment that comes with him cumming inside of her, and in seeking, brings herself more and more pleasure along the way.

Except, the Sith Lord's release never seems to come. Bastila gets more and more frantic, more and more insistent. In her need to make him cum inside of her, in her need to FEEL him fill her with his seed, she begins to draw heavily on the Dark Side. Why? Why won't he cum for her? He's certainly cum inside of her enough over the last several days that she knows he shouldn't be recalcitrant. Her body is made for sex, is it not? He's said as much while yanking on her hair and fucking her from behind, while mauling her tits or spanking her ass.

She's a sexy, horny Jedi slut and she should be able to make him cum, but he just won't FILL HER!

Finally, Bastila looks down at the Sith Lord, looks him in the eye. Her blue eyes gaze down at his yellow eyes as she stares at him, red-faced and panting heavily, wide-eyed and needy beyond compare. He gazes right back at her impassively, in total control over himself and the situation.

"It is time to acknowledge the inevitable, Bastila Shan. You are mine. You were made to be mine. My plaything, my pet... my Apprentice."

Bastila freezes at that, her spine going ramrod straight and rigid as she stares down at him, caught in his gaze, in his gravitational pull. She is but a dark flame within the totality that is the Dark Side, while he is something between a bonfire and a Black Hole. She can't escape him, no matter how hard she tries. Still... h-his Apprentice?

"Give in. Give in to the Dark Side. Give in to your Master. Give in to ME!"

He grabs her by her hips roughly and thrusts up into her from below, his cock penetrating her womb. But still he doesn't cum, and in that moment, Bastila breaks not from weeks of painful torture, but mere days of pleasurable ecstasy. The young Jedi snaps and cries out as she orgasms around his cock, only to have him STILL not fill her womb as she needs. And so, she gives in. She stops holding anything back, and she surrenders to the promise of pleasure from her newfound Master.

"Y-Yes! Yes, please Master, please give it to me!"

Bastila's breathless capitulation is immediately followed up with a reward as Malak thrusts up into her one final time and then begins to cum. As his seed fills her womb, she cums along with him, eyes rolling up in her skull and tongue lolling out of her mouth. In that moment, Bastila Shan gives herself over to the Dark Side. More importantly, she gives herself over to the Dark Lord of the Sith himself.

As they both recover from their mutual climax, Bastila begins slowly riding her Master's still-hard cock for another round, all on her own. Malak, meanwhile, reaches up and pulls down the bikini top of her slave attire, releasing her fat milk jugs from their confines and squeezing them in both of his hands as she continues to ride him towards the next orgasm.

At the same time, he admires his new apprentice's flushed face, as well as her eyes, which have gone from blue to permanent yellow, signifying her new status as a Sith. All according to his plan.

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It takes two more months for Revan, the Jedi, and the Republic to finally locate the Star Forge and the system it sits in. Two months in which Darth Malak has all the time in the world. Time to build his fleets and his armies further, time to convert more Jedi to the Dark Side and bolster his Sith Forces. And, time to fuck and train his new Sith Apprentice while utilizing her Battle Meditation in all the best possible ways.

The Revan that finally confronts Malak on the Star Forge's command desk is a shadow of his former self, the Dark Lord can tell as much immediately. From the bland Jedi robes, to the blue lightsaber he wields...

"Oh, Revan. What did they do to you..."

"Malak! I've come to put an end to your reign of terror! But first, what did you do with Bastila?! Where is she?"

Ah, but of course. Revan probably expected to find Bastila on the way here. If Malak were to use her Battle Meditation, then she would be best served elsewhere in the Star Forge. But Malak wasn't using her for her Battle Meditation in this fight. He didn't need to. His fleets were vast, the power of the Star Forge infinite, and the Republic and Jedi had come to meet their doom.

"Bastila? You wish to know what I've done with my own Apprentice? Why, she's right here."

Out from the shadows comes a much transformed Bastila Shan. Clad in her skimpy dancer's outfit, yellow eyes glowing with power, her tits are much fuller now... and her belly is beginning to develop a bit of a baby bump, thanks to the fact that she's now knocked up with his child. The Dark Lord of the Sith would grin if he could, but instead he has to settle for radiating smugness as Revan's face falls at the sight of her, the reformed Jedi Knight's heart clearly breaking.

Ah, did this new Revan have feelings for Malak's Apprentice? How... cute.

"Go on then, my Apprentice. Show this worthless worm that dares to masquerade about with my old Master's face how powerful you've become."

Igniting her double-sided red lightsaber, Bastila leaps forward and immediately engages Revan in combat. No words, just pure aggression. But it's measured aggression, controlled aggression. Bastila knows how to wield the Dark Side properly now, thanks to Malak's teachings. And she uses it to utterly trounce the pale reflection that remains of his old Master.

In the face of Bastila's Dark Side Mastery, this washed out version of Revan doesn't stand a chance. Soon enough, he falls to his knees in defeat, his lightsaber cut in two, his Jedi Robes littered with burn marks. She hasn't killed him yet though, nor even truly maimed him. The reason why becomes obvious as the pregnant Sith Apprentice looks to her Master for guidance, for orders.

Looking down at the two of them from above, Malak scoffs in disdain. Revan... Revan isn't even worth killing, not anymore.

"You may leave, Revan. I see now that no trace of my old Master remains. Leave and never return. Live in exile for the rest of your days as you watch me destroy your precious Republic and Jedi Order and replace them both with something far better, something far greater."

Exhausted as he is by his fight with Bastila, Revan can't resist as Malak puts the Dark Side of the Force behind his command, mentally dominating his old Master and sending him fleeing with his tail between his legs. The broken Jedi runs away with a broken heart and a much diminished ego, and Malak... Malak has never felt more fulfilled.

Well, there is one way in which this moment could be better. Yanking her over with the Dark Side, Malak proceeds to celebrate their victory as he fucks Bastila doggystyle, mounting her in the same way he had that very first time all those weeks ago, and plowing her from behind with all his might. Bastila, for her part, holds nothing back. Crying out in ecstasy, mewling in pleasure, the pregnant Sith Apprentice celebrates her victory with her beloved Master.

As Malak fondles her milk-laden tits with one hand and caresses her baby bump with the other, the Dark Lord of the Sith leans forward and coos in her ear.

"You will make for an excellent breeding bitch, my dear Apprentice. I'm going to pump you full of my seed again and again for as long as you last. Together, we will raise our children in the Dark Side, creating a Dynasty for MY Sith Empire that will last a thousand generations."

Bastila shudders in orgasmic bliss beneath him. They both know that the battle taking place outside is the beginning of the end for both the Republic and the Jedi Order. They're done, there's no coming back from this defeat. All of their best admirals, all of their best Jedi Masters are taking part in this attack, and it simply won't be enough. They will fall, each and every one of them, and afterwards Malak's fleets and armies will spread across the universe, until nothing remains but his Empire.

"Yes, Master! Yes!"

Bastila is all too happy to crow in agreement with him, her corruption and Fall to the Dark Side complete in every way. Malak may not be able to grin, but he feels noting but triumphant jubilation as they bask in their pleasure, in their passion, in the Dark Side together.

The carrot, rather than the stick. That was the difference between defeat and victory for one Darth Malak. By going with pleasure instead of pain, he had tied Bastila to him more swiftly and more thoroughly than anyone could have guessed. And in the end, not even the Jedi's trump card in Revan was enough to stop them.

Darth Malak was ascendant. And with Bastila Shan and her Battle Meditation at his side, his victory was assured.

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