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« on: 02/26/13 05:42:20 »
The Clone Wars opened the door to the Sith to eliminate many groups. One that was close to being destroyed was the Bando Gora. A cult that produced a potent strain of death sticks which contained even more powerful narcotics and were used to help brainwash victims. Not the first time Petra crossed a group like that. She even used such methods to build her cult years ago. Unlike Petra, they were noticed before having a firm ground by the Republic and the Sith. As Jango and Dooku ended the cult’s leader and left a few of them almost died. Petra came across the broken cult. A cell of terrorists it appeared to her when she found them. She told them some tricks to rebuilding and remaining in the shadows. Then she left to continue on her plans.

One hundred and eighty plus years later, Petra should at the foot of a shuttle ramp. Her closed dark rich purple cloak covered her bare body. With her Opitvus Res Mirus in toe, she took a ship to deal with the criminal cult with her warrior. There was a suppressed holonet news that Petra’s criminal group was involved in relating to the group she had not heard of since the Clone Wars. She was going to correct the matter and like that cult, if they did not convert than death would be all they got. That small criminal organization was going to be added to her cult one way or another.
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« Reply #1 on: 03/01/13 19:27:23 »
Annihilate. Slaughter.Destroy.
Words echoed through Mirus' mind like the mantra of cleansing that they were intended to be, clearing his mind of all thoughts other than those needed to break the Goddess' foes before her as the extension of her will. While others were there to convert, subvert, maniuplate and subjugate, Mirus' only real edict was to execute her enemies and do so in the most brazen fashion possible. Falling in perfect step with her, clad in the armour of darkness that Petra herself gave to him with its bloody-bladed sabers, Mirus was the very visage of destruction under a Sith's shroud.
Words were not his, as they approached the heavily defended fortress; mercenaries, cultists and soldiers alike were all present, as well as heavy defence turrets that comprised the facility's defenses. One by one, he mentally tracked them as they followed him and Petra, all pointing their way - two people did not just appear, after all, and enter so openly.
Are we taking the front door or making a new one? he asked her, not daring to speak aloud.

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« Reply #2 on: 03/11/13 02:48:15 »
“The front door is fine for me… just block the blasts from the turrets, my Mirus.” Petra gave her response to the armored man that was her Opitvus Res. There was a plan of sorts. She wanted to twist the force and make a grand entrance that said Bando Gora’s new deity was in the building. Her hands caressed the structure’s closed main gate. Force flow slowly through every nerve in her body. Focusing on perverting force to the desires she had planned, it was pulling the materials of the earth. Metals that were birthed from the earth were being more than just pulled. Around the currents of powers that feed electricity, the metals were twisted and looped causing surge that sent magnified amount of electricity to the source.

The ground shook as the power destroyed itself. A lovely way to say ‘honey, I’m home’ to the people in their stronghold. With the generators destroyed, Petra focused the elements at her hands to bend inwards. A circular open form that was ten feet wide. It was large enough for them walk through. With power taken offline like it was, their arrival was announced so the fun could begin. She stepped to the side. Smiling at Mirus, she simply said, “Enjoy the slaughtering, my slave.”

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« Reply #3 on: 03/11/13 23:42:39 »
As Petra had her way with the main gates of the Bando Gora stronghold, Mirus had his way with the rest of the building. Security here was tight. The warriors arrayed before them all spared no expense in defending their vaunted keep, clearly inferior to the two Masters of the Force standing before them. Literally, they had no idea what was happening.
Raising his hands, Mirus summoned not one but two spheres of kinetic energy, one in each hand shaping as it crackled as blue-white spheres resting atop his palms. Both of them were suddenly hurled at the two nearest laser turrets, both shattering to a thousand pieces as the higly destructive kinetite spheres blasted them to mere fragments of their former selves. 
Then, suddenly, the world erupted in a storm of laser fire as defenders and mercenaries attacked. Twin crimson lightsabers sang to life with their bloody refrain and the Opitvus Res pounced. Leaping upon his foes as a whirling maelstrom of destruction, Mirus cut them all down as they stood atop the wall, slaughtering every single person that stood in his way as the arbiter of Petra's will. He was her hand, her fist. Her Wrath. None of these fools would withstand the annihilation of the Goddess.

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« Reply #4 on: 03/28/13 20:14:05 »
While her Mirus went around offing the low end members of the crime cult, Petra pushed the large doors to the main mediation chamber. The captains quickly rose to their feet and began to approach the woman while their High Priestess remained kneeling in mediation. Their staffs had its glowing blue balls of flame. One lunged it at her and she let it slid along her arm while grabbing the staff to take it away. With it in hand, Petra spun around and connected it to the head of the captain. A hard batter swing at the man’s head to decapitate him was made by the woman.

  Petra called on the force and she used it to push them back. It was not forceful to knock them on their asses. The push was more to stop them in their tracks. “Just stay still, boys…” Petra told the captains with a smirky tone. “I can let my Opitvus Res enjoy killing you all or you can go back to your little pads to watch that false priestess be killed by a deity like me.” She finished with just crossing her arms under her bust and waited for their reactions. The plan was setup to either keep the captains or kill them all, and each plan would give a different result for Bando Gora’s high priestess. She would tell Mirus what he was going to do once there with her.

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« Reply #5 on: 03/30/13 08:58:26 »
The swathe of destruction kicked into overdrive. 
Through the doors as the forces of the Bando Gora put up their weak resistance. By that point Mirus had already sheathed his lightsabers to conjure the Force in utter perfection, using the power to shape its energies with his hands. And, with the pwoer of lightning at his fingertips, the resistance was utterly futile. Lightning cast strong arcs both of Witch and Sith powers, breaking everything about him. Lives, walls... all of it broke. The Forec shuddered within him as the unholy power lay waste to everything.
Eventually the trail of writhing dead brought him to the throne room, where captains and the high priestess faced down the Goddess. It was a powerful Force leap that brought him to her side, sabers drawing, blood red casting furious glow. Silence lay his masked features, waiting for his orders - what he would do to these infidels would be determined soon.

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« Reply #6 on: 04/10/13 15:55:13 »
The appearance of Mirus in the ancient Sith armor Petra gave for him to wear with the aura of death and darkness that emanated from him was enough to have a couple of the captains in the cult to return to their place on the mediation pads. The others stared down both intruders with their glowing eyes. Petra only smiled back for a moment. It was one of those moments to bask in before hell descended on the cult members.  She only said in a cold tone, “Opitvus Res… kill those that stand in the most gruesome ways that will give me pleasure. Then bring the Priestess get to my feet alive and slightly unharmed.”

  Petra had always enjoyed the pleasure of killing and watching others be killed. Now her Mirus was task to do as such and those that did what she desire was going to live to witness the ‘right hand’ of the deity. If Mirus did deliver the pleasure from killing, she had an idea how to reward him on the spot.

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« Reply #7 on: 04/18/13 20:37:12 »
The words echoed through his mind. The same words that rang like music through his very soul, appealing to his sense of all-consuming destruction that was his place as a Sith marauder; death, destruction, conquest. He was a Sith. Not a Sith in the eyes of the Endelaanians who did not practise the religion of the true Sith any longer - he was Sith.
Lord Kurloz was not pleased. Yet, his subservience to only one demanded his action.
"As you command."
Deactivating the blade in his left hand, an enraged blast of Force lightning spat forth from his fingers, consuming the nearest who was foolish to defy the will of the Goddess. That lightning was focused with a second as words uttered under his breath in Paecian demanded their addition, a blast of the Witch-lightning added to the mix. Such power sprang forth from his fingers in that two-tone arc that the voltage filling his enemy's body was too much and caused it to explode, gore raining down as the sudden detonation of human flesh consumed the room.
The Sith-eyed menace stared towards the rest, who cowed before him - and one by one died, until only the Priestess and those smart enough to retreat very far away from the slayer of souls fell to a swirling bladestorm. Then the Priestess suddenly found herself like all things ultimately would; forced to Petra's feet, snivelling and begging for mercy, pulled by Mirus with the Force as he made her scream for her life.

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« Reply #8 on: 04/23/13 20:04:03 »
Time spent watching her Mirus destroy the fools that rejected her offer was very pleasant. It was always delightful to watch bodies explode. Then again, death of others was pleasure giving act in its self. Still for the pleasure Petra wanted to get from the screaming and begging priestess, death was so temporary.  Instead, Petra raided the priestess’s mind through the force. The forceful invasion was aimed to do more than just shut her up. It was attack on everything in the woman’s mind. Nothing of the woman’s identity and past was left.

Petra looked over to Mirus with a grin. “Does my Opitvus Res view this thing worthy enough to touch his flesh?”

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« Reply #9 on: 04/23/13 21:00:40 »
"She passes..." the Opitvus Res murmured, pacing around her as the robe brushed the cold stone floor. The ravaging of body and mind was a perfect way to make the Priestess subservient to the cult. This had to be done.
"She passes by looks, Goddess, but I am not taking this by force." The eyes behind the etched mask were hard as they burned with their golden gaze, staring at the gift offered by the Goddess to Mirus. "If she wants the honour of survival... she'd best beg for it."

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« Reply #10 on: 04/23/13 21:38:06 »
That is her boy, he wanted begging from the fallen priestess, and that pleased Petra even more. Petra twisted the abused mind of the woman at her feet to know begging and survival was the only desires to have at the moment. Since the deity had removed almost the priestess’s memories before Mirus wanted sight of the woman begging. Petra pushed the girl back. There was no need of her to be closer. It was begging for her life time.

Petra let the girl figure what she had to do. The deity wanted share a moment her Mirus. Her bare body pressed against his armor. She even planted a kiss on his mask before speaking. “My Fist… so pleasing me with the choice of having that thing beg because we both know who is really allowed to feel your flesh.” Petra moaned softly with her body slightly grinding against him. “Now you’ll have the choice of honoring the slave with a life of being allowed to please you or deny her to declare that your flesh is mine alone.”

Snap of her fingers to get the attention of the priestess, there next to Mirus she got to watch the former leader of Bando Gora crawl to them. Crying and pleading, the priestess tried to sell herself to being worthy to live and be Mirus’ slave. Even placed her head right up to his feet, all the while Petra was ready to turn her into a slave for Mirus or into a piece of flesh for the Cult’s brothel.

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« Reply #11 on: 04/24/13 12:03:27 »
Mirus grinned, long and wide. Oh, this was actually hilarious! Now he understood why Petra kept slaves... and despite being under her blanket of control, most of his personality remained intact. 
"Aw, it's almost adorable how she begs..." he said with a laugh, then raised his hand - and flung her across the room, back-first into the wall. A scream split the air as the powerful telekinetic push almost broke her spine. The ebon-clad Sith walked towards her, hand outstretched, holding her up in the air as he glared at her, bringing her eyes to his level just so he could glare at her. 
"No, Goddess, I shall keep your gift. I have other uses for her beyond the physical," he said, slowly, carefully, tone dripping with malice. "As long as she behaves, she will not be hurt further."

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« Reply #12 on: 04/28/13 17:38:27 »
“Very well, Opitvus Res.” Petra said with a pleased look on her face. Then she just finished off the former priestess’s mind and soul off. Reaching into the woman’s mind, the force wrote on every brain cell the control Petra desired. The woman was going to be like all the slaves the cult processes. Devotion, obedience, and worship to Petra as the deity as Mirus was made the absolute owner for the new slave. The old life for the woman was gone for good and life of a slave was forever for her. After she was pleased with how the woman was, she looked over at the captains that had submitted before the carnage. “For your willingness to surrender to your new Goddess, I want you rip the slave’s clothes off and use her body for your pleasure.” Her eyes looked down at the slave and she added, “Go to them and show us what a good slave you are now.”

The slave crawled over to the men that were too eager for their reward. Not even waiting, they had swarm around the slave and torn the clothes into small strips. They eve clawed the slave a little after the clothes were all around them. Of course Petra’s reward had other intentions than the pleasures of flesh. However, it was always a sight to enjoy the fallen be used as sex objects. The men had the slave being hammered and stuffed in their lustful eagerness for the reward. Petra kept a small piece of her attention on them. There was a moment she was looking for to use the force on the captains that used the slave.

  Petra went to her Mirus again. With the approach she did before, her bare body pressed against him as she kissed his masked lips. “My good Opitvus Res, you have done such a wonderful job today. Did you enjoy your first mission as my Fist?” Questioning as her hands slid over the chest plate, they reached Mirus’s mask and they went to remove it. After all the others in the room were blinded in lust so Mirus’s face could be revealed. Once the mask was off, Petra kissed him deeply. She wanted that before his answer as he deserved her touch for a good job.

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« Reply #13 on: 05/01/13 21:37:27 »
It was strange to see what was his property so... defiled. Useless. Almost sickening. Was it revulsion that he felt because she was being so mistreated, or was it the fact that she had been reduced to such a baseless whore? No. Punishment would have to follow for such abuse, later, when he could properly admonish her. Though it was on orders... still. He would expect her to clean herself and act with some decorum around his daughter, at the very least.
Yet here was his model of perfection. The Goddess. The Sun around which his universe orbited. The thing that brightened all. The One that brought divinity. His hope. His joy. And not his perfect partner, no, that was Mira. But she was still the glow. The hope. The truth. Her hands were not felt at first but became a welcoming touch as the etched faceplate slid off only to meet their lips together, a gesture he welcomed, kissing her back deeply, hands already running down her spine as he embraced her. The passion, the sheer enjoyment, was something he could savour for a very long time.
"I did,"he breathed as the kiss broke, the Sith-tainted eyes meeting the deep pools of her own."Will there be more soon?" It was almost child-like, the way he responded, asking almost for a simple toy to keep him amused.

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« Reply #14 on: 05/02/13 16:15:31 »
A smile was given to Mirus. It was a bit cute how he asked her. She leaned a little closer and licked his lips before she spoke. “Of course… A whole galaxy is going to learn who great it is to worship me. That said, we know some will be unworthy to worship me and they will meet my powerful hand and his blade.”

Then her hands grabbed his shoulders. It was not forceful or rough. Petra did it more in a guiding way. So he could be on his knees and she could reward him with her flesh. She wanted him to enjoy the aroused folds of her sensitive flesh while the captains’ minds were converted to her liking as they were to focus on the slave. They had the fallen priestess stuffed from both ends. Groaning and moaning as they roughly violated her body, it was event that Petra was sure wouldn’t be forgotten by the new slave and her Mirus could use if she got out of line.

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« Reply #15 on: 06/23/13 20:36:40 »
He felt himself being pushed down and did not resist. For some, the concept of being on one's knees was... well, it meant the very thing he was about to do, in fairness, and serving upon one's knees meant complete and utter servitude. But when life was simpler, when things were taken away from the psyche, it brought its own kind of freedom. It was a strange little twist, but it worked.

He said nothing. Only his tongue moved, lapping away at the very folds he had been promised. The sounds around him were meaningless, letting his new slave be ravaged by those who had been converted. It was not his concern. Only the Goddess was his concern and now he would serve, lapping and licking away at the wetness already promised to him, as his gift. And a good one it was.

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« Reply #16 on: 06/26/13 22:17:00 »
It was just icing on the cake with Mirus’ tongue. Petra had enjoyed the deaths that she felt. Each life that was extinguished was a pleasurable feeling. Now the arousal that was created by her Opitvus Res was being taken care of. The tongue felt delightful as it lapped against her sensitive flesh. She always enjoyed her Mirus and the man was one of her favorites. Her hands slid over his head, gripping his hair as she moaned in ecstasy. The sight across the room was a bonus of having the fallen priestess violently used.

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« Reply #17 on: 08/03/13 01:23:38 »
Having her pull on his hair only drove Mirus further into her, his tongue very gladly lapping at her slit as she offered herself to him for pleasure. His hands gripped her hips now, pulling his face more and more against her while he pleased her. Everything else-- the sounds around them, for instance-- were just reason to keep going, to make her orgasm, to bring pleasure to the Goddess that he had to worship and adore. There was no other choice.

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« Reply #18 on: 08/03/13 06:34:40 »
The working tongue of her Opitvus Res was delightful for Petra. She rocked her hips slowly back and forth, grinding herself against Mirus’s tongue and face. The pleasure that was building up with in her body was shared with the new converted followers. Using their distraction of pounding away on the former priestess, their minds were flooded with a mantra Petra planted. “There is no will but Goddess Petra’s will, no thoughts but Goddess Petra’s words, as there is nothing else, nothing before or beyond… forever worshipping Goddess Petra.”

Such mind control was always arousing for the woman. She found the act on the level of abusing slaves with whips and chains. A destruction of another was the appeal. Petra destroying their minds and her Mirus eagerly pleasuring her tipped the scales. Her body surged with orgasmic release as she moaned loudly. Clinching Mirus’s hair as she pulled him to her even though he could not move in any closer, she rode the pleasure fully and such pleasure filled the room. It triggered the new cult members to release and feel the pleasure their deity shared with them.

After the orgasm began to fade away from her, she let Mirus go from her hold. Then she brought him to his feet to kiss him deeply. Tasting herself a bit as she embraced him as a lover, the kiss was not just a moment long. The embrace was deep and passionate that consumed few pleasing moments. When the kiss was finally broken, Petra looked her Mirus and told him with a commanding yet seductive tone, “You are mine and as such your body is not allowed to touch another’s unless it is my other Opitvus Res or me, my fist of wrath.”

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« Reply #19 on: 08/03/13 07:13:36 »

He didn't need more mind control from her; Mirus was already so deep in her tight hold on his mind that she was only reaffirming what he already knew deep down in his soul. However, if she wanted to make sure of his mental re-programming, it was working. Her thoughts became his thoughts. She was his mind, his soul, knowing full well she owned him. It was how Petra worked - you belonged to her, pure and simple. No arguments. Not that Mirus had any, admittedly, for he was happy where he was and he wasn't about to argue.


Her moans became his reality as, with every sound escaping Petra's lips, Mirus tasted her more, wanting her to release, to give him his present, the gift of her juices. As she found her orgasm, he lapped up every last sweet drop he could give her, cleaning between her legs, not letting anything go to waste. The poor priestess was just covered in cum now that she'd been treated like a toy too, but she didn't have a choice in the matter.


"Yes, Goddess," was Mirus' only reply after they kissed, a warm feeling flooding his body. Her orders rang true. He could touch her, and Mira, and the other Opitvus Res, but most of them did not matter. Only two people filled his mind and that was enough for him. He liked that idea a lot. Perhaps it needed to happen.