Date: Wed, 26 Aug 2009 08:58:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Nathan Manning <jacenthedarkknight@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pleasures of Captivity: Ahsoka and Asajj Part one
I do not own Star Wars, or any of the associated Characters. These are
owned by George Lucas and associated companies, and I am merely playing in
his sandbox without any profit from this story.
"Rex, we need more men on the left flank!" Ahsoka Tano shouted,
jabbing a finger in that direction where the Separatist troops were
beginning to break through. The clone trooper next to her nodded, and
spoke into his in-helmet microphone, and some of their reserve clone
troopers dashed in the direction indicated, filling in the gap before the
Separatists could press an advantage.
Ahsoka gritted her teeth, her green lightsaber blurring into almost
a solid wall of light as she deflected blaster bolt after blaster bolt:
many of them through skill and others through coincidence, hitting the
sender, or someone close to them.
Ahsoka, an orange skinned Togrutan Jedi, was a young Padawan, and
yet was in command of this entire attack. She, like all Padawans, had been
given the rank of Jedi Commander in the army, and had command over the
troops. Typically a Jedi General -- a Knight or Master -- would be
along as well, especially her master, Anakin Skywalker, but she'd been
given command of this behind-the-lines assault to shut off a large shield
generator protecting the Separatist outpost here on Arkania.
She shivered slightly in the cool air, wishing for a moment she'd
worn more than her regular reddish tube top and battle skirt with white
leggings covering the length of her legs, and her fingerless gloves. She
tugged at the base of her top with her free hand, stretching it to cover as
much of the orange skin of her abdomen as possible.
Arkania was for a large part covered with snowpack, except at the
equator, which was more of a tundra. Even though it was summer on the
planet, and the snow was melted off the ground where they were assaulting,
the air was still quite chilly.
What had seemed like an easy strike at the generator, which their
intelligence had shown to be very poorly guarded, had turned into a large,
no-holds-barred fight on the plains outside of the station. Everything had
seemed to be going alright until they had been ambushed by a full brigade
of Separatist troops: B1 Battle Droids which made up the large part of the
ambush, B2 Super Battle Droids of which there were a dozen, and half a
dozen Droidekas that rolled around the battlefield.
Ahsoka dove forward, springing away in a cartwheel, extinguishing her
lightsaber as she went, to avoid a blast from a heavy laser cannon that
incinerated the ground where she'd just stood. The Separatists, in
addition to their ground troops, had an Armored Assault Tank, which was
sitting on a ridge nearby, lobbing shots at the Republic troops.
As she came out of her cartwheel, she thumbed the activation switch,
bringing her lightsaber back to life with a low hum. She swung forward,
decapitating one B1 Battle Droid, and cleanly removing the legs of another
before jabbing downward to stab its central processor.
An enormous explosion blasted through the air behind the droid
troops, knocking a number of the B1's off their feet, as the AAT simply
ceased to exist, becoming a towering fireball.
Ahsoka grinned to herself -- the small team of demolition troopers
she'd sent to circle around on the other side of the ridge and sneak in
behind the tank had done their job well. The loss of the tank heartened
her troops, and they pushed forward with renewed vigor.
Suddenly, to the left, cries of troopers sounded both aloud and over
their comlinks, and Ahsoka snapped her head in the direction of the cries.
At first she saw nothing, and then suddenly a severed arm flew up over the
heads of the troopers, and the glow of two red lightsabers made itself seen
as they whirled through the ranks.
As one trooper was sliced through the midsection, the top half of his
body fell forward, and Ahsoka's blood chilled when she saw the attacker.
She could make out the angular, sharp features, and bald head and
chalk-white skin of the female Rattataki Dark Jedi, Asajj Ventress.
Earlier, Ahsoka had been willing to chalk up the ambush to a hidden
force that always guarded the generator, but Asajj's presence told her that
the Separatists had known in advance of the Republic assault, and planned
ahead.
She grabbed Rex's shoulder, and jabbed a finger toward the main
battle. "Rex, you're in command. I'll deal with Ventress." When he
started to protest, she broke him off. "I can handle it, Rex -- right
now, the army is counting on us bringing down that generator. If we fail
here, we're not getting in. Go!"
Rex nodded, and began belting out orders into his comlink inside his
helmet, while Ahsoka turned toward Ventress, who, it seemed, had already
seen her, and was moving in her direction, absently deflecting blaster
bolts and skewering troopers the entire way.
Ahsoka took a deep, calming breath. She'd faced Ventress before,
several times, and had managed to hold her own for the short duels they'd
had, but they had always either been interrupted when a chance to flee had
come, or when another had joined them to help in the battle.
Thus, she wasn't entirely convinced she was skilled enough to hold of
Ventress in a prolonged battle -- Ventress was a vicious, merciless
fighter who had killed dozens of Jedi, even Jedi Masters, and in Ahsoka's
opinion, no single Jedi was a match for her aside from, perhaps, Jedi
Master Shaak Ti -- a fellow Togrutan, General Kenobi, and perhaps her own
master, Anakin Skywalker.
But, she was the only one in the attacking forces that stood even a
chance against her, so she would defend the troopers, and allow them to
finish their assault. Ventress began to close the gap faster, her feet
dancing gracefully across the ground over the rubble of holes from burning
blaster bolts, and the helmets and bodies and weapons of fallen troops from
both sides.
She wore a dark grey, bodysuit that molded itself to her body, the
top cut low, baring the top of her rather ample cleavage. In all, the suit
had the effect of emphasizing her lithe, deadly, beauty -- likely
coincidental, although Ahsoka wouldn't put it past the woman to have chosen
outfits to deliberately do so to throw opponents off.
The next moment, Ventress was leaping in, and Ahsoka swept her
lightsaber forward, batting aside the twin strikes of Ventress' twin
blades. "My, my, we meet again. This time your precious Master won't be
here to save you, runt."
Ahsoka shot her a scornful look. "I can handle you just fine on my
own. Nice ambush by the way -- too cowardly to face us head on?" She
taunted, and Ventress' icy blue eyes narrowed -- her black eyelashes
contrasting plainly against her white skin -- as the barb struck home,
merely snarling in response, her gloved hands tightening on her
lightsabers.
Ahsoka pushed forward, attacking hard, knowing that was one of the
only weaknesses in Ventress' combat style. If the opponent was not
particularly intimidated by the dual blades, and pressed a strong attack,
it could become difficult for the practitioner to keep their mind focused
on moving both blades skillfully.
Ventress blocked her attack, crossing her blades to catch Ahsoka's
before somersaulting backward to avoid a swift jab. As they continued
their fight, Ventress was slowly -- imperceptibly to Ahsoka -- pulling
their fight back, away from the main battle as the clone troopers pressed
forward into the Droid Army's ranks.
Both opponents were soon panting from exertion as the fight wore on,
each unwilling to give quarter to the other. Ventress' crossed blades
caught Ahsoka's blade between them, and they were locked together.
Ventress pressed forward, being a good foot taller and several pounds
heavier than the slight Togruta. Her pale face seemed to glow reddish in
the light of her lightsabers, her black-slash tattoos showing up clearly on
her bald scalp as she shoved Ahsoka's blade back at her. Her dark purple
lips curled upward in a sadistic smile as she shoved hard into the blade.
Ahsoka's eyes widened, and she managed to pull back into a stumbling
somersault, alighting unsteadily on her feet several meters away, narrowly
avoiding being sliced by her own blade.
She took a step forward and hid a wince -- the tumble had pulled
the muscles of her right calf painfully, and stepping on it sent shocks of
pain straight up the entire leg. A piece of metal suddenly slammed into
her back as Ventress manipulated it with the Force. The blow caused her to
put even more weight on her leg, and she nearly collapsed to her knees.
Drawing on the Force to push aside the pain, she gritted her teeth,
and sent several objects of her own flying toward Ventress, one catching
her solidly in the chin. Ventress glared back, and let out an angry cry,
charging forward.
Suddenly, she snapped the two hilts together to form a double-sided
lightsaber, and held it in one hand, reaching out with the other. Ahsoka
felt herself being lifted by the Force, and she was suddenly hurled several
dozen feet into the side of the ridge, her breath whistling from her lungs
on the impact.
As she tried to sit up, attempting to regain her breath, a white
object - probably a clone trooper's helmet - whistled toward her, solidly
impacting her still-developing/maturing hollow horn-like montrals --
distinct for her species -- on the top of her head, which were little
more than stubby points compared to the tall horns of a fully mature
Togruta.
Montrals acted like a highly-advanced form of a human's inner ear,
giving the Togruta an excellent sense of balance, as well as a very good
3-D spatial awareness as they acted as a sort of rudimentary echolocation.
The jarring impact sent vibrations down her montrals, and she weakly fell
back, pressing the heel of her palm to her forehead to try to overcome the
severe dizziness it had caused, her eyes blurred from the disorientation.
When her vision started to clear, it was already too late. Her
lightsaber had disappeared at some point, and Ventress was already on her,
straddling her chest. Ventress' strong legs pinned her arms helplessly
beside her, and Ventress' long, gloved fingers were already around her
throat, squeezing tightly to constrict her windpipe.
As she'd already been short of breath from the impact, it wasn't long
before she started to feel her consciousness slip away, dark spots dancing
on the edge of her vision. Ventress had beaten her, and she couldn't stop
her from finishing her off.
`I'm sorry Master, I wasn't strong enough. I've failed you,' was her
last thought as her lungs screamed for air -- the last thing she saw
before everything went to black, were Ventress' cool blue eyes, staring
down at her with unabashed glee.
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Ahsoka woke up -- something that surprised her, having expected
Ventress to kill her -- suddenly, her head jerking upright. Her muscles
protested as she tried to shift, but she wasn't able to move far.
Her eyes snapped open when she realized she had metal manacles
around her wrists and ankles, and she tried jerking forward, only to be
restrained. She looked around the room, which had walls made of stone, and
a damp, earthy smell, giving the impression of the dungeon of a castle or
palace.
Looking down, she realized she was lying against a stone slab that
was tilted back several degrees -- enough that she had been resting
against it without much effort from her legs. Her arms were out to her
sides, the manacles attached to a chain that seemed embedded in the rock,
and her legs were restrained in a similar manner, tied enough apart that
she couldn't bring them completely together.
She tried moving her arms, and they too were pulled slightly from
her body, and no matter how hard she strained, her hands -- now gloveless
-- were kept four or five inches from touching her abdomen.
From trying to jerk forward, she knew there was a restraint around
her neck as well, and it felt as if it was made of synthleather with some
sort of metallic studs at regular intervals along its circumference,
keeping her from moving forward any more than a few inches.
Ahsoka realized the white leggings beneath her battle-skirt had
been removed, as had her sturdy brown combat boots, leaving her lean,
pale-orange legs exposed, and her small feet covered only in small
stockings. The air in the room was cool, just below normal room
temperature, but not cold, so she began to wonder if she was even still on
Arkania.
Ahsoka struggled valiantly against all of the restraints, but not
one had budged. Ventress, or whoever had put her here, had made certain
she would not be able to escape. She forced herself not to panic, and took
a calming breath and started to reach to the Force.
A pit grew in her stomach, when instead of touching the warm,
comforting presence of the Force, she was met with only a gaping, dark
abyss. A slow clap sounded from behind her, causing her to stifle a
shriek.
Ventress moved around in front of her, still slowly clapping, a
sadistic smile on her face. "Valiant attempt, little Padawan, but that
collar you are wearing is also a neural inhibitor, preventing your mind
from making contact with the Force." She said.
Ahsoka had an overwhelming feeling of helplessness sweep over her
at the statement, adding to the loss she felt at not being able to commune
with the Force. She looked at Ventress and tried to hide her own
bleakness, and saw Ventress was wearing a similar skin-tight outfit,
although this one was not a bodysuit, but rather a short-sleeved top and
pants.
Ahsoka closed her mouth, her grey lips pressing together to make a
straight line, and tried to ignore the older Dark Jedi. But Ventress, it
seemed, would be having none of that.
"My dear little Ahsoka. I think you're starting to realize the
full hopelessness of your situation."
Ventress walked closer, giving her a cruel smile. "You're
completely cut off from the Force. While your little trooper attack was
successful, the last time anyone saw you was fighting with me. I let you
broadcast your last thoughts through the Force, and I'm quite certain your
master heard them right before your presence in the Force dimmed as you
fell unconscious. And now, you simply don't exist in the Force. I've
heard your precious master was quite distraught over your `death'," she
said.
"The last I heard, one of our spies told me he's been crying in his
room for days, refusing to eat, refusing to sleep, when he realized his
little Padawan was gone, his little `Snips' -- that's what he calls you,
isn't it?" She asked cruelly.
Ahsoka tried to ignore her, but felt several unwilling tears come
to her eyes, and one slowly trailed down her cheek at what Ventress was
telling her. "That's not true," she said, protesting weakly.
"Oh, but it is. My spy, after all, is the reason your army was
ambushed, and the reason you're here with me, so you can hardly tell me
he's untrustworthy."
Ahsoka blinked back the moisture in her eyes, trying to remain
composed, but she knew Ventress was right.
"It's very nice, isn't it, finding out your master cares so much
about you? It must make you so warm inside, knowing he loves you."
Ahsoka closed her eyes, and the smile on Ventress' face grew as she
reached out to touch Ahsoka's mind with the Force. "Aaahhhhh, how
delicious!" She exclaimed. "You have feelings for him, don't you? Don't
lie to me, I can sense it."
Ahsoka's orange cheeks flushed a deep red, and she kept her eyes
closed, completely embarrassed at what Ventress had discovered --
something she'd buried deep inside.
She'd realized, not long after being assigned to Anakin, that the
affection, the feelings she felt toward him, far surpassed the feelings of
a Padawan toward a Master. She'd realized she'd slowly developed a crush
on him, which had turned into actual love.
It was completely against the Order's prohibition on love and
attachments, and she believed that her Master would never feel the same
toward her and think of her only as a young Padawan, and so she'd buried
the feelings as deep as she could to prevent them from being picked up by
anyone in the Order.
But the news of his reaction to her `death', had somehow brought
those feelings to the forefront, giving her hope that he might actually
feel the same -- even in the dire situation she was now in -- and
Ventress had easily picked up on them.
Ventress laughed, a harsh, biting noise, at Ahsoka's response.
"Oh, my, I had no idea. What a treat."
Ahsoka's eyes snapped open, and she glared at Ventress, the blush
in her cheeks slowly fading. "Why am I here? What do you want with me?
Why didn't you just kill me when you had the chance?"
Ventress gave her a mock affronted look. "Oh, my dear, I didn't
want to kill you -- that would have simply been far too easy. No, I
brought you here to make an example out of you, so that all will know what
they may face for opposing us. And I brought you here as revenge against
your precious Master."
Ahsoka closed her eyes in resignation, and she heard a rustling of
clothing as the Rattataki Dark Jedi moved forward, closer to her. She felt
Ventress lean in close, and then could almost feel the heat of hr body as
she hovered mere inches from Ahsoka's restrained body.
Ahsoka's eyes snapped open when she felt Ventress' cool, pale white
fingers caress her hollow montrals gently, her fingers running from the top
to the base of one, and then back up to the top of the other.
The touch sent soft vibrations through the montrals, and combined
with the coolness of the touch, they caused her to squirm uncomfortably,
trying to pull her head away. The montrals of a Togruta were one of their
most private places as far as touch was concerned -- typically only a
mate was given permission to touch there.
"Stop," she demanded, yanking her head to the side away from
Ventress' fingers. "Just torture me or whatever you're going to do, and
get it over with."
Ventress slapped her face, turning it to the side, and leaving her
with a stinging cheek. "I'll get to it when I please, little one."
She again reached up and started caressing Ahsoka's montrals, this
time more firmly. "And besides, I've already begun."
`What? She just wants to touch my montrals? Stang, she's weird,'
Ahsoka thought to herself. She tried squirming away again, but Ventress
was being more forceful this time, her fingers following her wherever she
moved her head. She felt a gnawing pit in her stomach at the unwanted
touch.
Ventress' fingers stroked her montrals once more, and then started
moving downward. She suddenly closed her hands around the bases of each of
the headtails that hung over Ahsoka's shoulders, and Ahsoka gasped.
The headtails of a Togruta were nearly as sensitive as the lekku of
a Twi'lek, and filled with nerves and blood vessels. She could feel
Ventress' grip tighten slightly as she squeezed her hands closed on the
headtails.
Ventress let her closed hands slide downward toward the thinner tip
of each headtail, and then let go, reached back up, and repeated the
action. She finally released them, and then took one in both hands, and
lightly ran the backs of her short, well-kept fingernails down its length.
Ahsoka's breath hitched, and to her horror she felt bolts of
pleasure shoot down her headtails and to her brain. When Ventress reached
back behind her with one hand and began to gently massage her third, larger
headtail that hung down her back, Ahsoka felt that pleasure increase,
shooting down her spine, and her one free headtail twitched involuntarily.
"Stop it," Ahsoka said, grimacing at the unwanted pleasure
Ventress' touch was giving her. "What are you doing?"
Ventress leaned in close, her exotic, angular face mere inches from
Ahsoka's, and Ahsoka could smell a faint, floral smell -- almost like
Kendwitch Blooms -- coming from her body -- some sort of perfume
perhaps.
"Exactly what I said, little Padawan" she said in a low voice,
removing her hand from the back headtail and reaching up with it to touch
Ahsoka's cheek. The cool white finger ran lightly over her cheek, tracing
the white markings there that stood in contrast to the rest of Ahsoka's
orange skin.
Her finger trailed down, along her neck, and then back to cup her
third headtail once more. Ventress' other hand, which was still running
her fingers up and down Ahsoka's left headtail, grasped it, and pulled the
tip closer to Ventress' face.
`What the-' Ahsoka thought as Ventress' lips curled upward in a sly
grin, but her thought processes were interrupted a bit when Ventress raised
the headtail higher, and extended her purplish-pink tongue, and licked the
tip of the blue-and-white-striped headtail.
And when Ventress leaned even closer, and enveloped the first two
inches in her mouth -- her lips clamping down, and her tongue rolling
over the tip of the headtail, Ahsoka's mind nearly shut off completely.
She shuddered at the sensation, letting out an involuntary, nearly
inaudible moan deep in her throat. Ventress swirled the headtail around
inside her mouth, playing at it with her tongue for what seemed like
forever before she finally remove it from her mouth.
Ahsoka gasped as the cool air hit the now saliva-coated tip of her
headtail. `By the Force,' Ahsoka thought. `What the stang is wrong with
this woman?'
Ventress smiled down at her, licking her lips with a predatory look
on her face. "Sweet, with a bit of saltiness. Absolutely delicious. I'll
have to try another."
Before Ahsoka could even react, she'd enveloped the right headtail
in her mouth, taking more of it in than she had the other. Ahsoka's breath
slammed out of her when she felt Ventress gently scrape her teeth along the
headtail.
`By the Force!' Ahsoka thought, and she felt her body begin to
respond to Ventress, a warmth growing between her legs, a pulse of pleasure
that shot up her abdomen. She could feel her cheeks flush with shame as
Ventress continued, removing the headtail from her mouth only to lick every
inch of its length, slowly and sensually.
Ventress switched sides, and soon the lengths of Ahsoka's two front
headtails were coated in Ventress' saliva, and Ahsoka was feeling the
beginnings of dampness in her panties.
Ventress moved her face closer, her hot breath ghosting against
Ahsoka's cheek. "Are you enjoying this, little one? You look rather
flushed."
"You're sick! What the hell is wrong with you, Ventress?" Ahsoka
said angrily, trying to shove down the unwanted emotions Ventress had
brought into her.
"Nothing is wrong with me, my dear. Why would you think so?" She
asked, her icy blue eyes staring straight into Ahsoka's own piercing blue
ones.
And then, Ventress' soft purple lips were pressed against Ahsoka's
chapped grey ones in a firm kiss, and her hands came up to cup Ahsoka's
chin -- the thumbs brushing lightly across her plump cheeks.
Ahsoka opened her mouth to protest, but that only resulted in
Ventress' tongue entering her mouth and touching hers. She tried to yank
back, but Ventress' firm grip on her chin prevented that. When Ahsoka
tried to bite down, hoping to pierce the invading tongue with her sharp
canine teeth, she found her jaw locked in place by the Force.
Ventress' long tongue moved inward, playing with Ahsoka's own, and
when Ahsoka tried to shove it out with her own, she felt Ventress' lips
curl into a smile against her own.
Ventress' tongue continued its invasion, and swirled around her
mouth, trying to touch every tooth, and every inch of her tongue and gums.
As Ventress deepened the unwilling kiss, Ahsoka felt her press against her,
her full breasts pushing firmly into Ahsoka's chest.
Ventress finally broke the kiss, leaving Ahsoka gasping for breath,
the taste of Ventress still on her tongue like sweet poison.
Ventress' lips pressed against her cheek, and then slid down to the
hollow of her neck, her tongue lavishing the orange skin there, and when
she bit down lightly with her teeth, Ahsoka let out a strangled squeak and
clamped her lips together.
Ventress pulled back, and moved downward, giving Ahsoka a brief
moment of respite. Ventress moved down, kneeling, and stopped when her
face was level with one of Ahsoka's small hands. Then, one by one, she
sensually took Ahsoka's fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around
each and finishing with a light scraping of her teeth over the pads of her
fingertips before moving onto the next.
Ahsoka felt an unwilling moan begin to bubble up, and kept her lips
clamped shut. She felt the dampness between her legs growing, and when
Ventress nipped at her index finger she felt a single drop of fluid escape
the confines of her panties and run down her inner thigh.
Finally Ventress' pleasurable torture ended, and she pulled fully
away, leaving Ahsoka with her now-drying saliva on her headtails and her
fingers.
Ventress drew a slim, sharp vibrodagger from her pocket, and
switched it on with a soft hum. A stab of fear went through Ahsoka at the
sight. `Now she's going to torture me -- all of this was just messing
with my head," she thought to herself, panic growing in her.
Ventress moved closer again, and laid the cool flat of the
vibrating blade against Ahsoka's bare abdomen, causing the muscles below to
twitch. Ventress gave her a cool smile. "Are you ready, little Ahsoka?"
Ahsoka slammed her eyes shut as Ventress moved the dagger upward.
The sound of tearing cloth filled the air, confusing Ahsoka. She was
relieved, and at the same time disturbed, when she realized Ventress had
ran the knife up between the valley of Ahsoka's breasts, effortlessly
slicing through the material of her tube top.
"No," Ahsoka whimpered, as Ventress switched off the knife and put
it away, and then grabbed both sides of the top, pulling them off to the
side, and exposing Ahsoka's breasts to the air -- the top falling behind
her, forgotten.
"Ah, someone is excited. I suspected as much," Ventress said, her
eyes on the erect reddish nipples sticking out pertly from the orange skin
of her breasts. They were a dusky, rust-red, and small, no more than eight
or nine millimeters long in their erect state. Her areolas -- a similar
color but with a hint of purple -- surrounded them, close to 40
millimeters in diameter.
Ahsoka's cheeks burned crimson. While she could have put it off as
a reaction to the cool air, and indeed that is what she wanted to do, she
knew it was more than that -- her arousal by Ventress' actions filled her
with a sick, helpless feeling, but it did not stop her body from reacting
naturally to the stimulation.
"Absolutely beautiful," Ventress breathed. "Still developing, but
almost the perfect size."
She put her hands against Ahsoka's soft breasts, her long white
fingers encircling them, causing her palms to brush the erect nipples, and
leading Ahsoka to try to fight down another moan. They seemed to fit
perfectly in her grasp -- almost as if they were made for that express
purpose.
"Why are you doing this?" Ahsoka choked out as the Rattataki woman
gently squeezed her breasts, one at a time.
"Because I want you to see what you are missing, being part of that
sexually repressed Order. I want you experience what could be; what your
masters are denying you. I want to corrupt you, little Ahsoka. And I see
I already have made an excellent start," she said, feeling the nipples
stiffen further against her palms.
"No," Ahsoka whispered, almost to herself.
Ventress seemed to not hear her, and moved one of her hands away
from her right breast, the fingers of the other moving to tweak her left
nipple. She leaned forward, and then her mouth was on Ahsoka's right
nipple, her tongue laving it with affection.
Ahsoka closed her eyes tightly, a tear leaking down her cheek, as
she felt her hips jerk forward once involuntarily, and her cheeks flooded
with shame and arousal. She silently cursed her traitorous body as
Ventress suddenly bit down lightly on the nipple, bringing forth another
jerk of her hips.
Ventress was playing her body like an electroharp, and she was
responding to each and every pluck of the strings. As Ventress moved her
mouth to her other nipple -- her hand moving to replace her lips on the
one she'd just left -- Ahsoka felt what had been a warmth between her
legs become a fiery inferno, and she knew her panties were absolutely
drenched.
Ventress reached down between them, and her hand fumbled slightly
before finding the buckle to the belt of Ahsoka's battle skirt, and undid
it. She released Ahsoka's breast, and used both hands to pull the belt
loose the rest of the way, and then tugged it down over her hips and down
her legs, letting her fingers brush along them.
Ventress let the skirt pool around Ahsoka's chained feet, and her
gaze ran up along Ahsoka's slender legs to the white panties that were the
only thing protecting the last of her modesty.
She laughed richly when she saw them, the front completely soaked,
and transparent. She pressed her hand against the front, bringing it away,
and licking off the dampness on her fingers.
"Oh, my dear little Ahsoka. You're much more reactive than I
thought you would be."
"Please, stop. Don't do this," Ahsoka said, her voice a half-sob,
half-moan as Ventress' fingers found purchase under the hem of her panties,
and pulled them down, removing the last bit of dignity she had.
Ventress gazed at Ahsoka's exposed snatch, short purple-brown pubic
hairs matted wetly against her skin surrounding her vulva. The lips were a
slightly darker orange, and Ventress could see a dark-purple clitoris
peeking out from under its hood.
She stretched out one finger tip and ran it up and down her outer
lips, collecting the droplets of Ahsoka's juices, stopping every so often
to bring them to her lips and suck them off.
Ahsoka squirmed and watched her with a mix of disgust and arousal,
and let out a tiny squeak when the finger slipped slightly in between the
lips, touching her inner folds before emerging once again.
Ahsoka had masturbated a few times in the privacy of her quarters
on the spaceships they traveled on, but had to refrain from it near the
Temple or a large number of Jedi for fear they would sense her. But this
was nothing like what she'd experienced -- she'd never been able to
produce much more than a general pleasure, and had never soaked herself
like this -- had never been so turned on, no matter how unwilling it was
now.
Ventress continued running her fingers pleasurably along her lips,
and straightened up, bringing her face back level to Ahsoka's. "You're
close, aren't you?" She asked, the smirk on her lips growing.
Ahsoka panted as the finger dipped inside the barest fraction
several more times, and squeezed her eyes shut once more, not wanting to
see Ventress' smile or her eyes as she drove her closer to her first
orgasm.
Ventress' other hand grasped her left headtail, and brought it back
to her lips. She took in as much of the now-sweaty appendage as she could,
and gently pressed her teeth into it, at the same time moving her thumb
upward to firmly press into Ahsoka's swollen clitoris.
That proved to be Ahsoka's demise, the actions tipping her over the
brink, and pleasure pulsed through her. She felt the muscles of her pussy
clenching rhythmically, and a sudden flood of fluids soak Ventress' hand.
Her hips jerked forward, pressing the thumb harder into her sensitive
clitoris before she was able to even try to keep her body under as much
control as possible.
A short, choked, "Ah-" broke loose from her throat before she clamped
her lips together, and shook in place, determined to show as little
reaction to Ventress driving her to orgasm as she possibly could.
Finally the tremors ceased, and Ventress pulled her mouth from
Ahsoka's headtail. "A gusher," she remarked, bringing her hand dripping in
Ahsoka's milky-clear juices to her mouth to sensually clean it in front of
her.
Ventress smiled at Ahsoka's look of disgust, and brought her index
finger -- the last one she had yet to clean -- up to Ahsoka's mouth.
"Taste it." She commanded.
Ahsoka turned her head to the side, but Ventress gripped her with the
Force, forcing her mouth open and running her finger around in her mouth.
Ahsoka gagged at the sudden intrusion for a moment, but soon relaxed
as Ventress removed the finger, and she focused on the taste of herself.
It was a sort of honeyed-fruit taste, and surprisingly not that bad.
Ahsoka's nose crinkled, and she stared defiantly at Ventress. "Are
you done now? Will you let me go? Or kill me and get over with it if
that's what you're planning?"
Ventress chuckled, a deep, almost sinister laugh that caused the pit
of Ahsoka's stomach to drop.
Ventress shook her head. "Oh no, my sweet. We've barely just begun
showing you what you could have outside of your Order. So much more to
do..." She said, trailing off.
Ventress walked past Ahsoka, out of sight behind her, and Ahsoka
swallowed heavily at the implications that what she'd done was only
beginning.