He wondered his establishments for a little while, something he usually did not do. Usually, when at his establishments, he found himself working on military papers or fixing his fighters. He did not have the time, or the patience to just walk around his establishments for no reason. He still didn't have the patience. Soon the walk did nothing, but heighten his annoyance. However, before Vader halted his walk, he found himself being pulled to the Senator's room. He hadn't even noticed the pull until he had arrived at her door, but unlike usual his anger did not boil. As soon as he came upon her room, he could feel what was happening behind the door, he could hear her thoughts, and the man within the beast was sickened. It seemed that the senator had found sleep without his presence, but just like Vader's sleep had been, her slumber was anything but pleasant.
Padme panted loudly, trying to catch her breath. The walls seemed to be moving in around her. She tried to escape, but no matter how far or fast she ran, she could not move. She was trapped. Glued to the surface beneath her feet. She heard the footsteps of the predator behind her, ready to catch its prey. Slowly, she turned to face her fate. The black haired man smiled back at her as he pulled off his robe and threw it to the ground, getting ready for what was about to occur. He started to advance upon her like a hungry wolf and immediately Padme backed into the wall, trying to create space between her and the man. She looked around, trying to find away to escape, but there was nothing. No doors. No exits. Just four walls around her. Padme ducked under the man's arms before he could grab her, but immediately was greeted by another wall. She looked up, hoping for a way to climb the barrier; but the wall seemed to rise forever.
"Help!" Padme screamed, hoping– praying someone would hear her. No one came.
"There is no escape." The man laughed from behind, "Remember I've had many women."
Padme turned around at the sound of the new voice, and was shocked to be faced with the black knight himself, Darth Vader.
"Vader?" Padme cried, "What are you doing?" "Isn't it obvious?" Vader snapped, closing in on his prey, "I'm finishing you, just like I did your little friends."
Padme pressed herself harder against the wall in a useless attempt to hide from the Sith. This was not her savior. This was not the man that had saved her from the black haired man. This was not the man that stayed with her at night. This was Darth Vader, Lord of Sith, the murderer of millions, and he was there to kill her, just like he killed everyone else.
"What, Senator?" Vader laughed, his hooded figure now directly in front of her, "Did you think you were special? Did you think you were different than the rest? That you could find the human within the beast?" Vader paused, moving his hooded head down so that his lips were directly next to her ear. "You are nothing." He whispered roughly, "And me? I'm a monster." Padme let out a loud cry as Vader quickly grabbed her, his gloved hands wrapping tightly around her arms as he used his weight to push her back, restraining her against the cold metal of the wall.
"Just kill me." Padme cried, "Just kill me."
"Now, now, Senator." Vader scowled hotly against her neck, "We are going to have some fun first. Remember, I give women the time of their lives before I kill them."
Padme let out another small cry, but it did nothing to faze Vader.
He pressed his mouth against her neck, kissing her roughly. His kiss was sour and dirty… and it burned her skin. She squirmed underneath his grip, but could not break free. Vader was bigger and stronger than the black haired man, and she could not overpower him. As she continued to squirm beneath his grasp, he moved one gloved hand to her neck, tightening his grip around her throat. It was a threat in more ways than one. He was warning her, telling her to stop. He was reminding her that he could kill her in a single flick of his wrist. He was enjoying the pain and pleasure he was causing her, knowing she was hurt and sickened by his touch.
Tears started to stream down Padme's face as his lips continued to move across her skin. It sickened her that he was touching her… but what was worse was, part of her enjoyed it. She could feel it through her skin and through her belly… and it sickened her further… but regardless, she wanted it to stop. There was no love in his touch, only arrogance. She could feel it. He did not know her or love her. He did not want to please her, only himself, before he rid himself of her. He just wanted what she had. He wanted her body. He wanted her virginity. She was nothing but something that could give him pleasure. His body pressed harder against hers, allowing her to feel a huge hardness dig into her belly, as he used his knee to separate her legs. His gloved hands grabbed onto the black fabric of her dress and without even a flinch he pulled it apart. The fabric tore to her underwear line, revealing the upper half of her body. But unlike the black haired man, Vader did not top there. He reached towards that fabric that covered her breasts, and ripped it clean off. Padme's nipples perked as the cold air hit her newly exposed skin.
Padme closed her eyes tightly, both embarrassed and not wanting to see what was about to happen to her. This was not the way she had planned to lose her virginity. This was not the way she wanted her first time to be. This was not the man – the monster she wanted to be her first… and her last.
It was all wrong. She felt his gloved hand move ravenously over her body, grabbing onto her breast before he began playing with one of her nipples roughly. When Padme began letting out sinful light moans, Vader moved his position. Using the Force to keep her in place, he pushed away from her to rip away the rest of the dress. He threw the pieces of the dress behind him, as he dropped down lower. Padme cried out loudly as Vader's mouth took one nipple into his mouth and he began biting and twisting the pebble with his teeth. She felt his hands sliding downwards, down her breasts and then down her belly, making their way closer towards their final destination. She held her breath, not sure what else to do. She hoped for a miracle.
She got one.
Just as his hands made contact with her panties… his touch was gone. Padme opened her eyes and saw not just one, but two Vaders. The Vader that had been touching her moments before raised his hand at the second Vader, clenching his hand together in an attempt of a force chock. However, the second Vader did the same. He raised his hand too, mimicking the first Vader, the only difference between the two, was the second Vader's hand. Unlike the Vader nearest to Padme, the second Vader did not have a leathered hand, but a flesh and bone one.
Padme's eyes widened as she realized what it all meant, Darth Vader vs. her Savior, not Vader vs. Vader. They were two different beings that looked exactly the same, but they weren't the same. She knew it. She felt it.
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