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Vow broken

"We have to go save her!" Luke repeated over and over like a broken record to his friends. The friends watched him in somewhat discomfort.

"Look, we an't risking our lives for something so stupid, we don't even know where the girl is." Han finally piped up, forcing Luke to rush to him in a hurry.

"On the Death Star! That's where she is!" Luke almost spat, "We've got to go get her!"

"Luke." Leia sighed, "It's dangerous. We can't take the risk of being caught on the Death Star." She tried to help Han reason. Luke glanced to Leia, rather confused about her choice in sides and opinion. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"So you're saying we're not going to rescue her!?" Luke questioned, looking back and forth between the two friends. Neither Han nor Leia responded right away to that question, and remained silent and avoided eye contact with Luke.

Luke shook his head, "I can't believe what I'm hearing!" he said, pacing around back and forth now.

"Well, if you don't mind me saying so," C3po began, "Are we not all allies here? I assumed we were to look out for and take care of each other. Although, I do try to avoid danger at all costs." He mentioned, causing R2-D2 to beep a few times in agreement.

"C3po is right! She's one of us! Why aren't we helping her!?" Luke felt like he was repeating himself to a solid wall. It seemed like nothing was going through his friends' minds.

Han leaned forward, "She got herself into that god dam mess." he said harshly.

"But she was trying to help us!" Luke continued to argue.

"She may have been trying to help us Luke, but she must have been captured in the process…we can do nothing for her now." Leia said, staring down to her hands hoping not to be scolded by Luke.

Luke's jaw dropped, "Yeah! We can! We can go save her! They'll probably kill her if we don't!" he yelled.

"Then so be it kid." Han said, "We can't save her. This whole operation could be blown if we were to take a risk like that!" he argued with Luke.

"We did the same thing for Leia!" Luke snapped, "We didn't get caught, we were able to rescue her! Her life was at stake and we saved her and we didn't even know her!"

"Luke, please don't make this difficult." Leia begged.

"Kid, that's because she's a princess! She's part of this whole operation! She needed to be saved." Han continued to argue back to Luke, "And that Vivian girl, she was really just a tagalong, she is of no use, she's not worth the hassle."

Luke paused. His emotions were getting out of control. He took a moment to recollect himself. He slowly sat down on a nearby chair, and hung his head in pain.

"She's a friend. And that's just as important." He muttered.

Leia watched him with guilt, "I'm sorry Luke. The time is not right to return to the Death Star. In time we will go there again, and if she is still being held there, we'll save her." she tried to restore Luke's hope, but it didn't return in the slightest.

"No." Luke mumbled to himself and shook his head again.

Meanwhile, back on the Death Star, Vader went about his duties, while Vivian was still locked away in his room, preparing herself for a shower.

Vivian sighed. She didn't understand Vader at all. He could be so kind and gentle with her, and then suddenly lash out with anger, then somehow sooth it off with generosity. It confused her greatly, but she tried not to think too much, in case Vader decided to listen in on her thoughts. She ran the shower to a nice warm temperature, and climbed inside to begin cleaning herself. She let the water run over her body, giving her great relief. She washed herself thoroughly, in case she may be in a situation where should would be denied the right again for a while. She scrubbed Vader's dried seed from her thigh, distinctly remembering the feeling when he let it over her. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of how sex felt. She had always known it was pleasuring as such, and knew how to reach her climax, but she had no idea that doing it for real was so epic. Either she felt it to be so powerful, or perhaps that was just the act of Vader's sex; surely it would be quite different to having sex with a normal person, Vivian thought. Vivian now washed around her genitals to prevent future odour, and noticed that it wasn't all exactly in good order. The previous event had left her sore and bruised. She knew it probably wouldn't heal completely for at least two or three days, perhaps even four or five. I hope he doesn't sleep with me for at least another day or two…it will get sorer.

Vader heard that thought, as he often tuned into Vivian's thoughts now, to keep a check up on her. He sighed silently. He wasn't sure whether or not he could wait for such an amount of days, and he knew having his way and causing her pain would push her further away from him.

Vader cursed to himself. Why wasn't getting what he wants easy like it usually is? He couldn't perform his duty training her, and be making love to her at the same time. He needed to train her, and he desperately wanted to fulfil his needs as a man.

After another 6 minutes of showering and thinking, Vivian decided it was time for her to get out, and get changed into the clothes Vader prepared for her. She didn't know what it would be like on her, but she wasn't in any position to argue. She dried herself off with a towel first, before eyeing the clothing in front off her. She picked up one of the pieces of clothing; it seemed Vader did not provide underwear or a bra for her, although, the size of the outfit could be classified as both.

She stepped into the bottom-wear and pulled it up. It was indeed a tight revealing fit, but she had to admit, it did look very nice. It was a plain white pair of pants, although very short and arousing to any man. Vivian then took the top piece which came across to her as a sort of boob tube. She slipped her arms through it, and struggled to pull it over her breasts. In a few moments she successfully got it right, and straightened it out so it looked neat. She stared at herself in a mirror. If this was meant to be a sex slave outfit, she could certainly see why. Vivian noticed more bits of clothing now. They were the same pure white stretchy material, although they seemed to be cuffs. She knew they could only be for one on each wrist and ankle, and another slightly bigger one to put around her neck. She thought they should have been black, considering Vader is a dark lord, so it came across as a bit of a surprise to see he desired to see a lady in white. Perhaps it symbolised purity and innocence. Perhaps it was his fantasy to have his way with an innocent young girl who lusted for him.

After all, he did tell her she was not to refuse him. Perhaps he didn't like rape.

But, it wasn't that Vader had a problem with holding her against her will to complete his needs, but he didn't wish to do so considering it would corrupt his plan for her.

Holding Vivian against her will would be thrilling and pleasuring, Vader thought, but that was one ambition he was unable to require.

After an hour or two, it was time for Vader to return to his room. He contained himself as usual, and prepared to see Vivian in a nonsexual light. Part of him hoped she would be sleeping, so it wouldn't be so hard. She was going to be wearing the outfit he had given her, and it could only get worse when he sees her. He strode back to his room, soon coming to the door.

Vivian had just exited the bathroom for about the tenth time. She couldn't help but keep returning to the mirror to look over how her outfit would look to anyone who looked at her. She always wanted to wear something like that, but on her planet it was classed as inappropriate. If she was to wear something like this when walking around the Death Star, she certainly would get head turns from everywhere. Did Vader want to show her off?

Vivian slowly paced over to the bed, unaware of Vader's presence behind the room door.

The door slid open in an instant. Startled by the suddenness, Vivian turned to face the guest. Of course, she realised, it was Vader. Who else would it be?

Vader eyed her almost immediately. She was in the outfit he had prepared for her, and now he was desperately trying not to lose control. He kept his cool, and approached her. Vivian watched him, still holding the same curiosity in her eyes as she usually did when staring at his mask.

Vader had a plan. He planned to get Vivian in a position where he could take advantage of her again. She was sure to mention her pain to him, and that was what Vader wanted. After she would admit such a thing, Vader would play the gentle understanding game with her, and let her free from him for the rest of the night. That way he would gain instant trust.

Vader now stood in front of Vivian, making her feel helpless and somewhat intimidated by his height compared to her own. She broke eye contact from the mask, and stared down at the floor. She thought she should say something to break the silence. It was making her feel uncomfortable.

"I'm glad you are back, master." She said quietly, trying to show loyalty to please the dark Jedi.

Vader continued to watch her, a little surprised by what she had said.

"How so?" he asked her. He reached his hand up to caress Vivian's cheek, then slowly turn her face to face him again. She blushed the moment her eyes met Vader's again.

"When in your presence, the feeling of loss flees my heart." Vivian admitted.

Vader brushed her hair aside, and placed his gloved hand on her bare shoulder. He turned her around gently, so her back was facing him. He glanced down to Vivian's arse, tightly fitted in the pants he gave her. He almost lost control over his kind actions; he wanted to spank her and throw her on the bed. But soon, he was able to pull himself together. He continued his plan, and pulled Vivian backwards, causing her to back into him. At that moment, Vivian couldn't help but close her eyes in affection. Vader's arms were around her. It made her feel so secure and turned on. Vader ran his hands over her body, squeezing her breasts, caressing her hips, brushing over her stomach, and rubbing over the centre of her pants. Vivian let out a moan, and rested her head back onto Vader.

Vader watched her, and enjoyed the power he had over her body. Hearing Vivian moan gave him a thrill, and urged him to continue. She had to refuse him soon, or he would get too carried away with his dirty desire. He already scolded himself in his mind for how badly he wanted it.

"You are astoundingly attractive in this outfit." He complimented.

Vivian's body flushed with joy at hearing those words from Vader. No one has said something like that to her before, and it was a dream come true to hear such a thing from Darth Vader.

"Thank you, my master." Vivian thanked, lust flowing through her voice, "Does it turn you on?" she whispered.

Vader didn't know how to respond to this. It did turn him on, but if he admitted that, Vivian might use it against him somewhere along the line to get her way.

"Do not ask such things." Vader responded, releasing Vivian's breast and moving his hand to grope around Vivian's soft neck.

Vivian let out an uncontrollable moan, "You turn me on, my lord." She admitted to him, placing her free hands on Vader's right arm, which was busy with rubbing her, making her wet. She could still feel the bruises lightly, but Vader's pleasuring touch was drowning it out. Vader silently sighed,

"My sweet, precious obedient slave." He soothed, "You pressure the inevitable." He warned her. He took one of her hands and placed it where his right hand had just been, then replaced his hand over the top of hers, and continued rubbing, so Vivian was touching herself under Vader's force. Glancing down to see such a thing made Vader harder than ever. He was restraining himself so well, but he couldn't help but push and tease himself.

"I want it, master." Vivian confessed.

Vader resisted himself from lunging at her and forcing her to the floor to engage in intercourse with her again. What was Vivian saying? Vader wondered. She said in her mind before that she was tender and didn't want intercourse for at least another day or two, and now she was openly admitting she wanted it. This was all too strange, Vader thought. Perhaps she was plotting something, and this was her trap to catch Vader off guard. Even if it was a plan, Vader thought, it's certainly working, he cursed. But Vader's senses didn't tell him she was leading a lie. She seemed to be quite passionate and truthful when speaking and reacting to him. Vader still remained cautious, but continued along with this. Vivian could hardly believe what she was saying as well. She knew she was sore, but somehow she just didn't give a dam. Once Vader would hit that spot inside her, no kind of pain could drown that out.

Vader breathed in Vivian's ear, giving her shivers of delight.

"Why do you admit such a thing to me?" Vader asked.

"Because I speak my feelings," Vivian replied, "It's a trait I have. But, if you do not like it, I will remain silent for you." She offered.

That is what Vader especially didn't want. He wanted the girl to tell him everything and anything.

"I did not request you to put a halt to this trait." He said, "It is of value."

Vivian smiled to herself. Vader must have liked the way she spoke to him, especially since she was being positive towards him and his objective for her.

"Please, my lord." Vivian said, pulling away from Vader.

Vader didn't like her flee from him, but watched what her intent was.

Vivian approached the bed, and collapsed on it. She lifted her head, and glanced over her shoulder at Vader who was furtively admiring the position she was in.

"I want it so bad." She managed to say through a moan.

At hearing that, Vader moved quickly to her. He could not resist the bait she was giving to him. He was hooked like a helpless fish. He was angry at himself for falling victim to this plead of yearning from a girl. But he couldn't help himself. He had to take advantage of the situation.

Vader climbed on the bed, behind Vivian. He wrapped his arms around Vivian's stomach and pulled her back onto him like how they were before. He ran his hands over her body again, while Vivian moaned at his contact. He held her with his left arm, and fought to pull his member from his pants with his right hand. Vivian felt what he was doing, and her heart began to pound.

"I know I shouldn't," Vivian said, biting her lip.

"Shouldn't what?" Vader questioned, continuing to hold her, finally pulling himself free from his outfit.

Vivian sighed, "My body…it's a little sore…from before." she finally said, hoping she would receive some consideration from Vader.

Vader let out a sigh, although it wouldn't have sounded like much compared to his normal breathing sound.

"You expect me to shy away after the taunting and succumbing you gave me!?" Vader snapped at her insolence. He knew he shouldn't have scolded her like that. This was meant to be his plan. He was meant to leave her be after she admitted her pain. But he couldn't. She wasn't meant to agree to him so willingly. It threw him off course.

"I'm sorry, master." Vivian apologised fearfully. Vader tried his best to hold his fury, and began stroking his member a few times, still teasing himself.

"But it doesn't matter now, my lord." Vivian suddenly said, "It doesn't hurt too badly, and even if it will, I want you so badly I can't refuse you." She admitted, causing Vader to snap to attention. He was overjoyed by Vivian's statement. He was able to have his way with her again.

"My dear child, if you told me such a thing sooner I would have left you be." Vader said, "But if you're sure you can handle it."

"Oh my master, thank you." Vivian said gratefully, "But I am sure. I need you!" she moaned.

Vader smirked, pushing Vivian back down to the bed now. He didn't know what position he wanted more right now; to do her from behind, or to have her hold onto him. He wanted Vivian to feel comfortable, and he knew that she liked holding onto him and placing her head into his shoulder, so that was the way he decided to let it go.

He grabbed Vivian and flipped her over so she was lying on her back, facing him.

Vivian looked innocently up at her new master. He was such a seductive man, she thought.

Vader wasted no time; he pulled Vivian's tight pants down, and slid them off. Within moments of seeing her beautiful pussy again, Vader threw himself at her. Vivian followed the quick forceful actions and immediately wrapped her arms around Vader, and waited eagerly for him to insert himself. Even though she had slept with Vader before, she still felt nervous, and her heart thumped hard against her chest just like the first time. Vader tugged at himself a few times, taking in the blissful moment before first entry. After enjoying himself for the moment, he finally forced himself into Vivian's tight entrance. He couldn't help but let out a groan at the ecstasy of the feeling. Vivian let out a moan as well. It may have hurt slightly when entering, but once it hit her deep inside, she couldn't help but wrap her legs around the dark Jedi.

Vader loved the reactions from Vivian he received. They made the experience so much more pleasuring. He began thrusting in and out of Vivian now, after taking in the moment. It was only now that he realised, he had broken his vow to himself. He wished he hadn't. Breaking the vow only left him to believe that he was being corrupted by this girl. And that was not at all a good thing. But for the moment, he didn't care, he was getting what he wanted, and he planned to enjoy every second of it he could get. He pounded Vivian hard and fast, pulling back every now and then to force Vivian to look at him. He wanted to see her innocent lustful eyes staring up at him while being put under such pleasure. He caressed her face, before pressing his two gloved fingers against her lips. With half closed eyes Vivian accepted them, and sucked on them willingly. Vader let out a groan at the sight. He had such control and power over Vivian.

Vivian closed her eyes, unable to control herself. She was overwhelmed with the pleasure Vader was giving her. Vader noticed he was hitting the right spot in Vivian, and began to forcefully slam into it harder. Vivian's face tensed as she let out a loud cry, muffled by Vader's fingers. Vader pumped her mouth with his fingers more now, enjoying hearing her cries stifled by him.

"You still want this?" Vader questioned the girl, making it as difficult for her to answer as possible. He wanted to hear her try, but fail.

Vivian tried her best to cry out to Vader that she loved everything he was doing to her, but her cries were just cries, they had no wording, and Vader loved every moment of it.

"I will stop if you fail to tell me." He groaned at the thought of stopping.

Vivian rapidly shook her head, hoping to god that Vader wouldn't stop. She was in love with his actions; they made her feel so good. No one has made her feel like that, not even if she had sex with another man.

"No!" Vivian tried to beg, "Please don't stop master!"

Though her words were hardly making sense from being muffled by the gloved fingers, Vader could still understand what she was saying.

"Look up at me." Vader ordered.

Vivian didn't know if she could. Her body had become heavy and uncontrollable, but Vader wouldn't quit what he was doing to her. It seemed this entire situation fuelled Vader's desires.

Vivian tried to open her eyes, to stare up at her master, and after a few moments, she finally succeeded. She dazedly looked into the black mask above her, hoping it was satisfied with the order she had carried out.

"Master I -" Vivian tried to say, but she couldn't get the words to exit her mouth.

Vader was curious as to what she had to say, and withdrew his fingers for the moment.

"What is it you wish to say to me?" he asked, trying to keep his voice under control from the pressure over his body.

"Master…" Vivian mumbled, "I…I…" she tried.

Vader waited patiently, either way, he was fucking a young girl, and it all felt the same whether he was waiting for something or not.

"I…l-l-…" Vivian desperately tried to for the courage up to speak the words she had so badly wanted to, "I l-love you my master!" she admitted, causing Vader to snap to attention. Vivian could hardly believe she admitted such a thing. But the situation forced her conscience from telling her no.

Vader was taken back. Was the girl actually in love with him? He didn't know how to react. He hadn't had someone say something like that since Padme. He couldn't believe Vivian had said such a thing to him. Did she truly mean it, or was it just a spur of the moment? Vader didn't know, but he was determined to find out.

"Why do you admit this?" he questioned, choking back groans from the tightness around his cock.

"I can't help it my master!" Vivian moaned, "I've always wanted you!" she whimpered, burying her face into her master's shoulder; all the staring into eyes she could not see was making her uncomfortable, especially with what she was admitting. Vader had no idea what to say to the girl. She always wanted him? How could that be? They had never really had a one on one encounter with each other, and they've rarely seen each other as well. It didn't make much sense, but for Vivian to admit something like that it had to be true, Vader thought, unless she was saying it to please him? Instead of taking the moment to find words to speak to Vivian, he brushed off her admittance, and continued the blissful act to its very end. And it was only a few minutes more before Vivian gave a loud cry of pleasure as she writhed beneath the dark lord, which put Vader on the line as well. He was satisfied with the feeling of making the slave orgasm for the second time; it fuelled his high ego in himself. After a moment or two with Vivian beginning to settle down from her bodies delight, Vader urgently pulled out of her, letting a low snarl escape as he spilt his seed over her thigh again. It was so close that time, Vader cursed to himself; he almost came inside the girl, and his body wanted every right to, no, it demanded every right to cum inside her. The feeling of complete dominance required him to fill her with himself, but his mind had to forcefully make him pull out, or else the child would become pregnant. There was no way to get what he wanted, unless he sterilised Vivian. But even that in itself made Vader feel a bit repulsed to do that to a woman, especially in Vivian's prime; she had a whole life ahead of her yet. Plus it would lose the appeal to dominate a sterile girl; part of the thrill was to have a risk somewhere, and pregnancy was it.

Vader gave a few last tugs at his penis, before turning away from Vivian to put himself away. Vivian panted as she stared at the ceiling, wondering if Vader would say anything in response to her statements during intercourse; he failed to respond to her before. What would he say? Then again, what did Vivian expect him to say? That he loved her too? Surely not; though Vivian would have longed to hear those words, even she knew it would impossible for the sith lord to say that. Vader did not love the girl, especially if he is keeping her as some kind of sex slave. He might have liked her at least, or maybe that was only for her body. Vivian hated the feeling of being used, but being used by Darth Vader was a completely different level of feeling; it was more of a feeling she liked, and felt motivated to somehow try make him love her. That was a farfetched goal, but Vivian certainly would try.

Vader could feel the curiosity pouring out of Vivian's aura, but he didn't not turn to face her to answer any questions she may have had, or respond to her admitting she loved him; instead Vader stood from the bed coldly, and began to head towards the door like earlier. Vivian almost jumped up in the bed in an instant at seeing Vader moving away; she felt so confused and lonely.

"Master?" she called after him, hoping he'd come back to her.

Reaching the door, Vader turned to Vivian, once again as if the previous events never even happened. He looked over her body again, until noticing her worried expression.

"Rest now, and make yourself presentable." He said, making Vivian even more perplexed.

"But master," she tried to say.

"Tomorrow you will be brought before the emperor for inspection. Do not disappoint him." Vader's cold voice stated. After having said that, Vader turned to exit the room, once again leaving Vivian alone, lost, and confused.

It was quite strange, Vivian thought, after Vader had his way with her, he'd snap back to his formal self, and was eager to leave her, and if he spoke it was only of business, then once he would return to her he'd be very understanding and talkative.

Right now Vivian was torn between thinking Vader had ultra crazy personality issues, or if he deeply didn't like what he was doing.