The Guest
by Becca
The young woman realized that it was against protocol to confront the senator in such a brazen fashion. Her ambition, however, was stronger than the voice of reason she was taught in school.
In the senator's elaborate apartment, she patiently, quietly waited.
Gulbarri was seated next to the bed. She leaned over and ran her hand over the midnight blue velour bedspread. It felt soft, luxurious.
The girl had no idea how many hours she had been there. The light of dusk outside lent an eerie glow to the room.
Footsteps were heard outside the door, as well as some muffled talking. Gulbarri rose, and prepared to meet the senator from Naboo.
Senator Palpatine entered, but did not seem surprised to see the uninvited visitor in his quarters.
A period of silence passed between the two. For a moment, Gulbarri's courage abandoned her as she gazed, transfixed, at the piercing blue eyes of the senator, which were made all the more deeper by the azure colored trim of his robes.
"Sir...forgive me for this intrusion...this was the only way I could meet... with you," Gulbarri said, her voice quivering. Her trembling hands were open in a gesture of peace and friendship. "Uh... I wish to speak with you about ..."
"And who might you be?" abruptly asked the senator. "No one enters the official residence of any elected Galactic official without an invitation."
"I'm Gulbarri. Gulbarri Hall. I've been working in the Galactic Senate, as a Republic interpreter." Her voice was cheerful, and innocent. "Senator Palpatine, I wish to work for you."
The senator smiled, and patted the young woman on the arm. His charm was legendary, even within the confines of the Galactic Senate. It was what had won him popularity and most importantly, allies.
"I'm sure you understand that with all that is taking place in the Senate right now I am extremely busy. But if you would make an appointment with my secretary, he will see to it that a member of my staff will get in touch with you. Now, if you'll please excuse me...."
Gulbarri raised her hand as if to hurl an object. What she hurled was Palpatine, who suddenly found himself laying flat against the mattress, stunned and unable to move.
"No, Senator, you won't brush me off that easily," said Gulbarri as she positioned herself on top of him.
Palpatine was surprised at the audacity and power of this bold intruder, and although he could have broken through these invisible bonds, and overpowered her in turn, he decided to wait out to see her next move. "It appears as though you do have some notable talents, but let's talk about this in a more. . . appropriate setting." Palpatine smiled. "I'm not used to negotiating flat on my back."
Gulbarri examined her hostage. With all his power, charm, and elegance, Palpatine now appeared vulnerable, almost helpless. She found this appealing. It was time to make her move.
"Don't you find all these clothes stifling?" Gulbarri coyly asked as she began to push up the senator's green tunic.
Palpatine gasped. "What do you think you're doing?"
Gulbarri ignored Palpatine's pleas as she proceeded to pull down his trousers past his knees. Slowly, she drew her forefinger across Palpatine's chest, around his nipples and down his torso until she reached his navel. Inadvertently, she let forth a gleeful, sadistic giggle as she proceeded to rhythmically circle it.
Palpatine inhaled and bit his lip in a futile effort to keep his composure. He couldn't let her see that this erotic torment was having any effect. But to his own surprise, the strong-willed politician found the tickle-torture excruciating, as she continued to play in and around his bellybutton. He wanted to scream, to beg her to stop, but didn't want to let her see that she had found any kind of weakness on his part.
"We are the same creatures, you and I. I know your secrets, I know who you are, and I know your ties to the Sith," said Gulbarri, before she leaned down to lick his chest. "Make me your apprentice, Palpatine. Let me serve you."
Gulbarri smiled as she noticed that he was becoming aroused, and proceeded on to the next phase of her mission.
"Gulbarri... you don't know.... what you're dealing with," warned Palpatine, struggling to get the words out. Gulbarri stroked his inner thighs, as she began to teasingly lick the tip of his penis. "Stop this, now!"
"Fill me with your power, Palpatine, fill me with your anger, your desire," she moaned, as she pulled herself up and finally, mounted him. The senator could no longer contain himself, and released his pain, his ecstasy, in a single cry. It was a moment she had waited for for far too long. At last, she was one with the man she was prepared to die for.
Beads of sweat trickled down her face. Palpatine's eyes were closed, and his breathing was labored. Gulbarri gazed at him, longing for some kind of reaction.
"Senator?"
His eyes snapped open. To her horror, Gulbarri saw that his eyes were longer blue, but a more sinister hue.
"Gulbarri, I'm sorry," said the senator, as he raised up. "You should have listened to me..."
The young woman was taken aback. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her ankle. She reached and grabbed it; to her horror, she saw her foot crumble to dust in her hand. As she examined the dusty remains, she saw her smooth, young skin become cracked, brittle and yellowed. Large chips of flesh began to fall upon the blue fabric of Palpatine's bedspread, along with clumps of her hair.
"AGGGHHHHH!!!" Gulbarri's scream reverberated off the walls. She jumped off the bed and onto her other foot, only to have it disintegrate under her weight. She fell to the ground, grabbing the bedspread as she went down.
"What's happening!!!! Please... Palpatine...please!!!" The senator raised up to look at the terrified young woman, who was extending an outreached arm to him.
"I love you," she said hoarsely. "Please don't do this. I love you." Palpatine gently grasped her decaying hand, which he crushed like a wilted rose.
"I know."
"Sir? You called?"
"Yes, the Queen is due to arrive in less than an hour and I need some help."
The attendant entered Palpatine's apartment, and was startled at the sight before him. But his experience with the senator taught him it was not wise to ask too many questions.
Palpatine looked back at what remained of his would-be apprentice. There was some regret on his part. Gulbarri had potential. She was already strong in the ways of the Force, and might have made a powerful Sith. But he saw too much ambition in her future, too much arrogance. Oh yes, she was good, but she would have brought him far more pain, more heartache, than she did this evening. And disloyalty was something Senator Palpatine would not tolerate.
"Please sweep up and dispose of the dust as quickly as you can. And as for the clothes, make sure they are sent to some of the more impoverished citizens of Coruscant."