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AHSOKA TANO PLEASES THE PALACE—by Jim Tonic

Chapter 1: A Betrayal and Passing Jabba’s Guards

Anakin Skywalker hated the sand. He always had.
And here, on the surface on Tattoine, he saw something that caused him more anger than he’d ever felt before. Only his Jedi training was keeping his temper in check…barely.
It wasn’t the face of the man standing before him that caused his blood to boil. It was all he represented. The lives he’d taken with that aura about him. That cold arrogance.
And his hand. Anger on his own behalf also fueled his rage. He was having a hard time controlling it. Padme may say diplomacy is the best path, but he knew the real truth behind Dooku.
The man, no, this monster was a villain. And villains did exist.
Dooku had led to the deaths of hundreds of thousands and would lead to his own as well as his new Padawan if he was not careful. Dooku must not be allowed to stop Ahsoka, or Jabba’s son from reaching the palace.
He wouldn’t let Dooku beat him again. Not this time.
Dooku gave a calm smile amongst the darkness as he flippantly whipped his crimson lightsaber blade around, cutting a pattern in the chilling desert air. The nights of Tattoine were a stark contrast to the blazing heat experience during the day.
Anakin felt especially cold right now and it had absolutely nothing to do with the weather. Dooku was playing at something.
Why hadn’t he struck at him yet?
“You’ve become quite powerful Jedi. Why don’t we put this nonsense behind us and work together?” Dooku spoke over the whipping of the sand, the hum of his lightsaber suddenly coming to a halt. He had deactivated his saber. But why?
Anakin was itching to strike him down. The lack of noise from Dooku’s sword had been replaced by sizzling on the back of his neck. A burning sensation.
An itch to do the very un-Jedi like thing to do against this particular Sith Lord.
And yet he could hear Obi-Wan’s voice telling him to hold his ground, to stay loyal to the Jedi and to the Republic. So he did. He tried to disguise the unease in his voice; it came out as guarded caution.
“I’d never join you Dooku, you want to destroy this Republic. You know how this will end.” Anakin couldn’t stop the last part coming out as a throaty growl.
“Nonsense. We’re working for the same side. Here… prove it to you…” On the same side? What games was he playing at now? It’s a feeble one for a man like Dooku, Anakin thought.
Dooku slid his hand into his robes and Anakin immediately brought down his lightsaber with a sharp yet short chopping motion, pointing it at The Count. A clear threat, despite the fact he didn’t advance his position at all. He didn’t need to, he was a Jedi.
He could clear the distance in no time, If need be.
“Don’t you dare try any tricks…” He was dealing with a Sith Lord after all.
“Don’t be so hasty, boy. I have something to show you.” Dooku pulled out a small silver disk, somewhat like a transmission device. Yet the blinking lights suggested it had been modified. Anakin’s sharp mechanical eye could tell that even through the desert storm.
The answer was both a transmission and recording device. Dooku threw it down onto the sand. As it slid across the ground it seemed to sprout legs and move about, typical CIS technology. Then it began to play.
A robed figure appeared flickering in the desert air. It was… some sort of recording of someone who looked a lot like the Supreme Chancellor. Except wearing very heavy robes over his head.
“They must not be allowed to deliver Jabba’s son at any cost, Lord Tyrannus. Be sure to kill the Padawan.” The transmission echoed.
And echoed. Anakin felt the sounds within him had stopped, and suddenly all noises around him swept into focus. As if he wasn’t even there anymore.
On the same side? On the same side? His mind was swirling.
There was another noise coming from somewhere. His dulled senses seemed to register it, barely. It was from…Dooku. Dooku was saying something. Why was he saying something?
“…is all the same. So what do you say?” He was proposing something. Anakin didn’t know what was going on anymore. Palpatine ordering him to stop? Working with Dooku? Was…no, was Palpatine the Sith Lord they were looking for all this time?
Or was he just enlisting the help of Dooku? Was this a holo fabrication? Yet the voice… he knew his machines, and that was hardly synthetic. Its pitch was too perfect.
He heard his voice, yet he didn’t remember telling his mouth to speak.
“… Tell me more. But it doesn’t mean I believe you.” Anakin tried to regain control over his swirling thoughts, haphazardly spinning out of control just like the sandstorm. And his world, He needed to know…at any cost.
As long as Dooku was preoccupied, Ahsoka would be fine to make it to Jabba’s Palace on her own.
He had faith in his new apprentice.

“Gma fo varo naako, grosha!” What? Huttese, she knew a little, basic language. The Jedi Order taught her this much, to help her with any future missions.
But she didn’t understand all of what the droid just said. She couldn’t even hear the tone, since it was a droid.
She really hoped it was a yes. She was desperate at this stage.
Her patience, or lack thereof, was soon rewarded with the screeching of the massive stronghold doors opening to Jabba’s Palace. She was running through before it had even finished. This was very normal considering the size of the door.
What did they try and fit through those doors, a rancor?
Even when they came slamming down behind her, and a white twi’lek with red eyes and a disturbingly lingering expression began to walk up to her, she did not start to feel cornered in the least.
She may have if she wasn’t so urgent to reach her goal. If she’d had any understanding of what that lingering appraisal meant. But at her young age she had no idea of the implication of mating.
She did understand the idea behind slavery, however, and how a Twi’lek may want to have a nice Togruta pet for his master. She firmly bared her teeth and growled at him.
“Look, I’m here with Jabba’s son. See? Not a slave!” Ahsoka pulled off her backpack and thrust out the huttlet, perhaps her first mistake, as the Twi’lek snatched the cooing huttling away from her.
Bib Fortuna, Jabba the Hutt’s major domo, hated being snapped at. And this… small Jedi thing that Dooku, the Separatist leader had spoken of, was insulting him.
All knew to obey Jabba’s most trusted minion, or slave. But he saw opportunity, at the stupidity of the youngling, and had snatched it. Literally.
“Goro no flasa greek! Emot’fa solu, Jabba!” Bib hissed out to Ahsoka’s utter confusion. Only at that moment did Ahsoka realize three Gammorean thugs coming up behind the Twi’lek.
She sensed through the Force that she’d made somewhat of a mistake. But she wouldn’t be dissuaded from her goal.
Jabba had to know it was the Jedi who rescued his son, and the Separatists were behind the whole thing.
Confident, she tried her mind trick, tentatively reaching out a hand and waving it at the gloating Twi’lek, and she tried to say it in the best Huttese that she could muster, or what Huttese she knew.
Mind tricks are always more effective in the creature’s language, or at least that’s what Master Yoda had told her.
“You will give me back Jabba’s son, and take me before him.” Ahsoka waited with a cocky air, she knew she was good at mind tricking. She’d been scolded by the Jedi Masters in charge of her early training, for being a bit too liberal with its use.
But her mistake was trying it in what little Huttese she knew.
Ahsoka’s pronunciation was awful, and the mind trick could not be put through to someone who didn’t understand her suggestions.
Instead, Bib Fortuna sensed in retrospect she was trying to use some sort of Jedi trickery, and grabbed her outstretched hand, dragging her forward.
It caught her so off-guard and the Togruta youngling was so tired that she didn’t begin to put up any resistance until Bib had already turned her around and put her arm behind her back.
And Bib was quite skilled at this sort of thing. This wasn’t the first young girl he had caught like this. He handed the huttling tucked under his other arm to one of the Gammorean, and shouted something in Huttese that she couldn’t understand.
Really, she was so dumbfounded that she didn’t even register them taking Jabba’s son off.
Ahsoka was stunned that this unnamed Twi’lek had been able to get the best of her, Master Skywalker’s Padawan. She may call him “Fly Guy”, but she’d already garnered a massive admiration for her master.
And now she was caught, here, rather embarrassingly by this thuggish Twi’lek and his two Gammorean cronies! And the Twi’lek must have some sort of weapon, because she felt it pressing against her back rather pointedly.
Feels like a lightsaber, but it can’t be! Dooku has another assassin like that lady? Ahsoka started to panic. The Gammoreans were also reaching down their pants for something, searching around.
She hoped they didn’t find it soon. A really dangerous place to keep a weapon, though. Don’t they have any sense of safety, Ahsoka thought.
When she was just debating reaching out with the Force, Bib grabbed her wrist and pushed her whole arm upwards in a sharp movement.
Her whole world exploded into pain and she gasped out, baring her still-forming fangs. She couldn't think of any good way out of this mess.
But the Force had to provide her with something! Master Obi-Wan said it does!
Ahsoka screwed up her eyes as she tried to endure the pain now shooting up her fragile arm. She was skilled with a lightsaber, but not naturally strong.
Bib Fortuna smiled with his sharp fangs, staring down wide-eyed at his young prey. This Togrutan brat was going to be easily manipulatable, just with a few pointed words.
He took care to remove her lightsaber from her belt and tossed it far away at this point, one of the many cleaning droids picking it up and putting it in a disposal compartment. Ahsoka felt an extra pang of dread at this point running down her neck, she was always told she was naked without her lightsaber. Bib could feel the young Padawan’s panic. He enjoyed it.
He’d have her pleasuring him like all the rest of the slaves. It was the best part of getting to stop anyone who wanted to speak to Jabba.
He could force her, but he didn’t want that. He had grander plans than having his way with her right here. He wanted her to be the next assassin to Jabba. A Jedi assassin, young and malleable. He’d have to make her his, without forcing her too much.
“You want to see Jabba, but you are too young to pay the price. Those who come to see Jabba must prove themselves. You’d make a poor fighter.” Bib scoffed and pushed her arm further, causing Ahsoka to squirm and cry out. “But maybe something else.” “ I’ll do anything you want me to, just let me go so I can see Jabba!” She spat out the last part, she was unbelievably angry. And having a hard time controlling it.
“But you are too young, I don’t think you could handle this either. I don’t think you’d do anything.” The Gammorean guards were laughing and still touching themselves. Her small waist was still squirming and pushing against the Twi’lek’s lightsaber.
“I AM old enough, why does everyone keep saying that? I’m, a Jedi!” Self-sacrifice was part of the mission, if need be.
What they are asking me might hurt someone. But at this point the greater good may take priority, Ahsoka thought.
Would the Jedi want her to do something illegal to avert the war from spreading further? She had no idea what they may ask of her.
“ I’ll do what it takes, Let me see Jabba, PLEASE! The Jedi aren’t to blame here! Whatever you want, take it!” “Oh, is that so?” Bib pretended to muse. He knew well what Jedi were like. Dooku had briefed Jabba on what Jedi could do, and he’d been listening in.
He knew this youngling was coming to see Jabba while the Master was kept occupied. That’s when he sensed opportunity.
Ahsoka was getting furious. More so than she’d ever been in her life.
She may have even drawn upon the dark side, but her thoughts were extinguished at that moment as the Twi’lek reached around and grabbed her developing breasts.
Her wide blue eyes shot open! What the Force was he doing? She struggled wildly but he had a firm grip on her arm. Curse it to Sith!
“You can please me like a woman of your race would, if you can. Then you can see Jabba and say whatever you like, for as long as you want.” Ahsoka was confused, please him like a woman? What on Coruscant did that mean?
And what was worse is that his finger was pushing at the edge of her tight wrap-around top, slowly sliding it forcefully down.
And she didn’t wear any undergarments underneath it. They were purely kept in there by the tight confines of her top.
“This isn’t any good, at this rate…” Ahsoka strained to break Bib’s grip, but just ended up hurting her arm even more. Her feet dug against the dirt ground, she couldn’t do anything in this position!
The older younglings had always laughed at her when she said she didn’t need to wear a bra, because it restricted her movements. It made her feel even more sheepish, like a kid.
But now it was just plain embarrassing. This Twi’lek was going to expose her in front of these Gammoreans!
Wait, could this be his intention? Ahsoka thought. She didn’t understand why they’d find that fascinating, but at the same time the Jedi taught the need to cover up there.
She always thought it was movement related, but by the stares of the Gammorean guards leering at her half-covered chest perhaps there was something else to it.
She suddenly felt a little bit more powerful, in control of the situation.
“Fine, I’ll show you I’m an adult and a real Jedi I’ll do whatever it takes.” She acted haughty, but too many clones fought and died for her to get Jabba’s son back. Ahsoka then took a gamble.
“Pull down my top if you want to see them.” She watched, her glow in the dark, azure eyes looking slyly back and forth to gauge their reaction.
Well. It was music to Bib’s ears. He pulled down her top as her young breasts were liberated from their confines and she immediately flushed despite herself. The cold air touched her breasts, along with their unusual gazes.
Ahsoka’s breasts were not large but were nicely formed, budding with time still to grow. Her nipples were small and dark, but had white markings flecked around them. The same as her face stripes and those on her montrals.
And now her still forming breasts were exposed to the three men standing before her. Her nipples though, jutted out due to the cold hallway air. It was the first time she’d shown anyone her breasts, ever.
And they seemed to enjoy it. Bib’s hand took no time to slide around her smooth and youthful stomach and upwards. She instinctively wriggled at the tickling sensation of someone else’s hands on her body.
“Heeey, stop that!” Ahsoka shouted against her will. The outburst eliciting a harsh and boisterous laugh at the young girl.
Ahsoka swore she turned a deeper shade of red right to the tips of her montrals. Was it something she said? Ahsoka bit her lip. She felt she’d made herself look like a child again.
But what had she said or done?
“Young Jedi, I just wanted to touch your breasts. Or are you too young to let me do such things to you?” Bib faked disappointment, slipping his hands down her slender stomach.
It caused her to writhe and push her waist against the Twi’lek’s lightsaber again. But she wouldn’t have any of it this time!
She took a deep breath and grabbed the much older Twi’lek’s hand, forcing him to cup her young breasts.
“You’ll touch them all you like, and then I get to see Jabba!” Ahsoka’s voice was demanding, impatient. She forced his hand to stroke them forcefully.
“If you say so…” Bib Fortuna smiled broadly with fanged teeth, and enthusiastically cupped the young Padawan’s breasts.
She had fallen right into his trap, willingly, and with little resistance, Bib thought. And now he began to play unhindered with her teenage body, squeezing one of her perked nipples between two of his rough fingers.
Ahsoka squirmed from the sensitive zone being stroked, a virgin area for her to be touched by anyone else. She hated it because she didn’t have any control over it.
“Is…is this normal? All this wriggling?” Ahsoka spoke under her breath, not half expecting an answer. She continued to bump against the Twi’lek’s lightsaber, which she noticed was mysteriously radiating heat.
Why is it giving off heat if it’s not active? Ahsoka worried to herself now.
It was hard not to catch her breath from the strange air of excitement in the air now, with all this petting against her will. And she tried not to wriggle away from it, because otherwise she’d look like a child. She was curious to see what would happen next.
Still, they seem to be getting excited by it, Ahsoka thought as she found what was going on very interesting. She couldn’t understand what had got them so enthralled by her exposed chest.
Bib continued to cup and squeeze her small teenage breasts, running his rough hands across her skin. The sensation felt very alien to Ahsoka.
She had never let anyone touch her like this, and she found she enjoyed having their attention more than anything else. They were taking her seriously, not treating her like a stupid youngling. Not once did their eyes avert from her slender shaking form.
Her tiny dark nipples were beginning to become stiff, and she continued to encourage Bib’s hands to stroke her supple breasts so they’d get even more excited. They were barely formed compared to the other females in the order, yet they seemed to enjoy it so much.
The Gammoreans were panting heavily as they continued to move their hands around inside of their furred loincloths. She still couldn’t figure it out, but it seemed to be a sign of approval.
“But the faster they do it, the harder they’re breathing”, Ahsoka noticed with amazement reflected in her wide blue eyes. “At this rate I could get them to do anything for me, let alone take me to Jabba.” How much could she get out of them?
They seemed to like it when Ahsoka appeared like she was enjoying it too, so she moved around and let out the best imitation of a grunting noise like they were.
It came out high pitched and a little funny, but it seemed to rouse them even further. Perhaps a little too far, but she didn’t know that yet.
She found the entire thing very interesting. But then she liked people, and studying people. Master Koon had always thought so and encouraged it.
“If you’re trying to excite them, you should do this…” Bib Fortuna suddenly grabbed Ahsoka’s hand to her surprise; she felt her hand slipping over her naked barely developed breasts.
He was suddenly forcing her to stroke her breasts herself. But Ahsoka didn’t like being forced around just like that!
“Hey, stop that!” Ahsoka spat out and struggled against his forced movement, but Bib wouldn’t let go of her small hand with his own. The Twi’lek continued to force the small alien girl to stroke her small breasts, squeezing them forcefully.
She found herself breathing harder, mostly because of the yelling at the older man and something else she didn’t quite understand. The Twi’lek soon explained himself in deliberately slow, disrespectful tones.
“Well, I just thought you may not be old enough to do it yourself, so you may need a hand.” Bib sounded condescending and a little chiding, waiting for her to become flushed, He wasn’t disappointed. The Gammoreans were getting even more aroused by the display of defiance.
But Ahsoka was resolved that she was going to do this herself if need be.
“I am not a youngling! Let…let me do it.” Ahsoka conceded as she felt the electricity in the air heighten, hoping what she was doing was right with the Jedi Code. It felt right, and it was pleasing others.
Isn’t pleasing others what the Jedi are all about?
And to let her do it, the Twi’lek even let go of her arm as she felt her muscles suddenly relax, and then all eyes were on her bare chest.
Ahsoka was surprised, and her blue eyes darted around. She didn’t expect the Twi’lek to actually let go just like that.
And now she was being watched, and she felt excited. This was her chance to prove herself, not only to them but to her master and the Jedi Order.
Ahsoka filled herself with drive and enthusiasm as she raised her slender fingertips to her budding breasts, but was at a loss of what to do with them. Her mind rushed back to the Twi’lek’s hands, as she tried nervously to imitate them.
It was a little awkward, since she was doing it herself, she didn’t know exactly how they wanted it done. It was the first time she’d ever done something like this. At first she tried pushing them together, as they jiggled for a little bit and came to rest. That seemed to get their attention, Ahsoka thought.
Soon she was fingering her nipples and stroking her other breast, still not quite sure what the craze was, but feeling an unexpected rise in her own body heat. She touched her budding breasts with more vigor as the guards touched themselves. She must be naturally good at it, Ahsoka thought proudly to herself, because they were certainly reacting as she grabbed her breasts fiercely and touched the hardening nubs on the end.
As she ran circles around one of her small white flecked areolas, the Gammoreans seemed to react as if they’d been shocked; they began furiously stroke themselves again.
For some reason she was tingling a little bit from touching herself as the Gammoreans watched on in a fever, and even the Twi’lek behind her seemed to be enjoying it. She could feel his heavy breathing behind her.
And after a while of touching herself, the ends of her montrals deepening a shade, the guards suddenly began pulling off their loincloths to her amazement.
Ahsoka was stunned by their sudden move to undress, and then realized they had something massive and stiff within their pants. They had been touching that thing, and she could smell the musky scent released from here.
Wait, that was what has been pushing against me this entire time! Ahsoka realized in utter surprise. She knew about male organs, but not that they could become something big and hard like that.
And between her legs felt like it was tingling too, and she felt an excited sensation that she couldn’t explain. She was discovering a lot of new things today.
And she was more perplexed as the Twi’lek grabbed her once again, wrapping his arms around her waist and slipping one of his large hands between her thighs.
The Twi’lek’s hand pushed beneath her skirt, and moved lower to push against her soft white underwear, massaging her down there in another untouched place.
This time Ahsoka tried her best not to squirm, but it was hard. She now felt the Twi’lek’s had thing-now she knew what it was- pressing against the small of her back. Its heat was intense! She was burning up herself.
“Ahhh… what are you doing? I don’t understand…” She panted out now, cautious but excited to be trying this new thing, her dark lips parted along with her small sharp teeth.
She felt the Twi’lek’s hand rubbing between her legs, she felt heat from the friction, but it was a different sort of heat. Ahsoka clenched her thighs around his hand and let out a squeaking, squealing noise; it just seemed to egg the guards on.
The Gammoreans had come up and were now grabbing their rock hard members and stroking off to her naked body.
The Twi’lek’s fingers worked slowly on her, teasing her unspoiled folds. His fingers suddenly made small circles around somewhere and she felt a sharp zing move up her spine, causing her to gasp out loud.
She was now sandwiched between the Twi’lek’s hard cock against the small of her back and his hand’ and the Gammoreans who grunted and moved forward to stroke right near her.
In Jabba’s hallway this strange sight was free for anyone to see, Ahsoka though, and these things being done to her. She could smell a strange musky smell coming from them.
Those monstrous things in front of her, big and veined, were engorged and the source of the smells. Some were coming from her, her sharp Togrutan senses figured out. But why?
What she did know is that it was hard to think about anything while the Twi’lek major domo was touching between her legs with his hand, and when he rubbed her soft spot down there she let out a soft cry of pleasure.
She was certainly going red, or at least redder, in the face for many different reasons. And she was touching her breasts against her will, wanting to egg them on. They were certainly paying attention to her, Ahsoka felt thrilled with her accomplishment.
Suddenly there was a change of pace, and Bib was ordering around again. This time she wanted to see where this was going.
“Pull down my pants, now.” Bib forcefully ordered Ahsoka to do it, and she obeyed, sliding her petite fingers around his waist and hooking her thumbs under his pants, pulling them down.
She was sure he wanted to expose himself like the Gammoreans did, and she felt a strange warm yet hard pressure against her back. Where this was going, she had no idea. Her blue eyes staring around questioningly. Bib had suddenly withdrawn her hand from between her legs, where it was quite damp and sticky now. She could feel the damp cloth clinging to her skin.
“Hah, little Jedi! You’re closer to a woman than I thought.” Ahsoka opened her mouth defiantly to bite back, but was completely thrown by what happened next.
Something jumped from the tip of the thing the guard was rubbing and she could see a jet of thick pearl-colored fluid fly through the air. It suddenly splashed all over her exposed breasts, slapping into her cheek, and coating one of her hands.
The Gammorean seemed to shudder as it pumped spurts of the glob-like liquid onto her bare chest, it was sticky and burning hot. And now she was covered in it!
The strange white cream was touching the tips of her dark lips and she could suddenly taste it as she opened her mouth. Ahsoka noticed it was thick and salty, not too unpleasant.
The guard shuddered once more and moved back, as it dripped and oozed down her exposed chest and chin. There was enough of her breasts that some of it slid with a tickling sensation down her cleavage.
“You’ve made him do that. You’ve made him a very happy man.” The Twi’lek spoke up from behind her with a thankful tone, and Ahsoka felt as confused as she was pleased and fascinated. All men do that? Of all species?
She felt like she was opening up to a whole new dimension of things she never knew about. Things that had been kept from her. Bib was moving his hand away from her skirt, and shockingly to herself, she felt a small spike of disappointment.
She didn’t have time to think about it though, as the other Gammorean could smell her becoming aroused from Bib’s caressing and smell of his companion’s seed. It rushed forward, before Ahsoka could realize it; he grabbed her skirt forcefully.
Ahsoka was jolted by the sudden movement, but the Twi’lek kept her firmly held against his throbbing thing as she was helpless to stop whatever was about to happen.
She tried to strain her head to look down, since her montrals could not sense what was going on, and felt thick fingers pushing under her dampened underwear. There was a tearing sound of fabric and suddenly they were gone, and she felt a cool breeze between her damp legs.
He’d torn them completely off! Ahsoka was wondering if at this rate she wouldn’t have any clothes left, and would be forced to stand before Jabba completely naked.
Her skirt was now hiked completely up and her orange buttocks were completely exposed, not to mention her young pussy. There was air rushing down there, and she felt how damp she had really gotten by all this.
Her ass, breasts and pussy were all exposed in this hallway for the three to see, and there was this white seed all over her. What was going on?
But she didn’t have long to think about it as something was pressing between her legs.
The guard was now sliding a thick finger up her wet thigh and pushing against her dampened lips down there.
“What are you planning to do? Hey, stop that! He…hey! Really, stop that!” She tried weakly to resist, her body was in a worn out state and was being wracked by the confusion and electricity of what was going on.
If she wasn’t lubricated, the guard wouldn’t have gotten anywhere, even so he barely managed to get the very tip of his finger pressed into her pussy. But for the virgin Ahsoka, that was a lot.
It felt as if something much larger was pushing inside of her as she clenched her breasts, unable to move because she was being held. She screamed out as her small ass was pushed wildly against the Twi’lek’s exposed shaft.
No, nothing should be stuck in there either! Ahsoka had a dread thought for a split second. For her lack of knowledge, Ahsoka had drawn a correct conclusion about how sex happened.
Her small athletic and small ass clenched instinctively and he pressed against her. It was driving Bid crazy.
“…Don’t you worry, I won’t be doing any of that just yet.” Bib laughed with great amusement, his sharp teeth bared as the Gammorean began to stick his thick finger inside of her dampened pussy lips.
She cried out lightly with a bit of pain, as it failed to slip inside of her. It was simply too large, and she was resisting it too much. It was moved slightly within her and she clenched around the invading green finger.
“Don’t try and resist it, let yourself go or it will hurt, see?” Bib egged her further, giving tones of great experience.
It made sense, if she seized up she’d only hurt herself. Master Koon had told her that during training. And she’d come this far, she wanted to see how far she could go.
Ahsoka strained to remember her Jedi training, focusing on every part of her body and willing herself to remain calm. It was so hard because of the guard’s massive finger trying to push into her folds.
But suddenly those muscles that Ahsoka had never thought or really known about began to loosen a little bit more around the guard’s insistent finger.
The guard grunted and pushed his finger further, as Ahsoka felt it penetrate her dampened depths. Her small cunt was extremely tight, especially for such a large Gammorean finger.
But the young Padawan had relaxed enough that it pushed a little bit more inside. Ahsoka squirmed and squeezed at this movement, clenching around his finger as it probed what insides it could reach. As he began to move it back and forth, it made a squishing wet smacking sound. The guard had a look of utter delight on his face as it was still stroking himself with his free hand while he recklessly pushed his finger around inside the young girl’s orange lips.
Ahsoka decided on a whim to go with it, focusing on the Force, and relaxing every part of her body. Suddenly the Gammorean was surprised as his finger slipped inside of the young girl’s cunt; squishing around inside her extremely tight depths.
She didn’t know what the wetness and the smacking sounds meant coming from her body, but she didn’t have long to think about it as the guard thrust his thick finger deeper inside of her from a different angle. It penetrated right into her depths, making her sharply cry out. Her red ass was shaking and her montrals were hot and her blue eyes dilated.
She was enjoying her body being appreciated in this way, even if she didn’t understand it, as she wriggled her waist with the Gammorean’s finger goading it to push further. She knew that’s what he wanted, and that’s what she wanted as well.
“Good, you dirty little Padawan. Show us how much of a woman you really are.” Bib Fortuna rewarded and teased her, though Ahsoka didn’t know what he meant, though she was sweating now, and there was that salty white liquid all over her body.
But she was just starting to get into it, quite excited by it and marveling at this strange experience. It wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t uncomfortable either. But the longer the guard did it, the more she enjoyed it and the less it hurt.
Her youthful ass was pushing with need against the Twi’lek’s firmly rigid shaft, though what she was yearning for now she didn’t quite know. Her mind was in a deep haze and it felt like it would explode any moment now…
…But right at that moment when she was about to cry out from not being able to take it anymore, the Gammorean pulled out his finger and she suddenly felt her insides relax. She felt disappointed, and she didn’t know why; why did they stop?
“Why did you stop?” Ahsoka was surprised to hear her voice had such a dismayed tone in it, as the Twi’lek had even let go of her.
“We’re going to really make you into a woman. But you’re going to have to relax and take it.” Bib Fortuna said with a false kindness and a condescending tone, yet sounded of great experience. He spoke as if explaining this to a child. It was very deliberate on his part. “Lean over towards the Gammorean, and we’ll show you what comes next.” Both the Twi’lek and the Gammorean who hadn’t cum were stroking their things, jutting out as if to do something with them. Ahsoka was excited, but she still had no idea why. She’d even forgotten about her mission at this point, her mind was in a fever.
As she leaned over submissively, she wriggled her small orange-skinned ass towards the Gammorean and he seemed to grunt approvingly. She loved enticing them, even though she didn’t know what she was doing.
Bib knew she was ready for it, and as she leaned forward with a smug expression of confidence on her face and in her blue eyes he grabbed her red-ended montrals. It took very little to make her follow the movement, and soon she was faced with his pale veined cock that smelt incredibly musky, right near her darkened lips.
It was at that moment that Bib saw fit to give Ahsoka Tano some instruction on what to do next.
“open up your mouth and bring my cock into your mouth. But do not scratch me with your teeth.” Bib ordered in a demanding tone, touching it to her dark mouth, yet her mouth remained closed. She didn’t understand at all! How could she possibly fit that thing in?
“But it’s far too big…!” Ahsoka didn’t have time to finish her sentence as the Twi’lek pressed it against her open mouth, and she willingly obliged its entry.
If he thought she could, Ahsoka thought to herself, maybe she just needed to relax like everything else. He wouldn’t risk it otherwise, what with her sharp teeth and all.
She took the head of his phallus into her open, inviting mouth, as she tried to relax it slipped inside and pushed against her tongue. It had an odd taste, just like the white liquid from before that was still all over her cheek and breasts.
At first she found the tips of her teeth were lightly brushing against the flesh of his shaft but, thankfully they weren’t fully developed. But she managed to pull her mouth open enough that they wouldn’t touch, being ever so careful not to bite it.
As she wrapped her soft lips around him she began to move back and forth, making the correct guess that they liked this by the way they were stroking themselves before. She swore he couldn’t get any harder, and yet he was expanding in her hot mouth as she drooled all over him.
The saliva in her mouth was building up and she couldn’t stop it, with the Twi’lek holding her montrals firmly, so she was forced to breathe through her nose as she continued to move back and forth. She was dribbling all over his thing, and she tried to suck it back up, but ended up sucking his expanding dick.
And as her cheeks caved in and she heard a deep groan, she noted that the Twi’lek really enjoyed that. She was onto something!
She was finding a good rhythm as she began to bring him back and forth in her mouth, and she was fascinated by the feel of his cock. She began to probe it with her tongue, first poking and then licking the underside as that seemed to turn him on even more.
When Ahsoka tried less hard to get him into her mouth, licking and probing the end of his dick, he grabbed her montrals and pushed her deeper. Deeper was the way to go, so she tried to get him as deep into her mouth as she dared to proceed. It was hard, because she would gag if she went too far.
“Push yourself further. I want to fit it down your throat. Don’t worry, you’ll make it.” Bib Fortuna encouraged her efforts with a voice of authority and experience. “It’s easier if you play with the balls softly at the same time.” Ahsoka took the lessons to heart, as she always had during her training. Even though the Padawan thought it could not be done, she tried to push him down her throat; he must know he was far too large for her small airway!
As the thick head of his manhood touched the back of her throat she instantly gagged, trying to take him out and only getting to the tip. Her nose made breathing noises and she looked right up at the Twi’lek with her blue eyes, asking for more instruction. But it wasn’t forthcoming.
“Oh… I guess you can’t do that. Perhaps you’re no…” Bib’s chiding comments weren’t even finished as Ahsoka tried to take him deep into her throat, coughing and failing once again, only to try again and slobber all over his cock. She began to stroke his balls with one hand thoroughly, trying to figure out the secret to doing this.
Bib was enjoying this thoroughly as the Gammorean guard gave a grunt of approval. Not long ago she was arguing to get past, and now they were getting her to do sex acts on them in Jabba’s hallway to get past, it was a resounding success.
Ahsoka didn’t seem to realize as she continued to try and push him in. Suddenly her efforts were made that little bit harder as the guard’s finger returned in that place, rubbing against her folds in a very distracting way. Soon it was pressed even deeper than before. She was amazed that it could fit!
Still, she wasn’t going to be beaten. She needed to prove herself. As she relaxed herself into the Force and devoted herself to her goals, she pushed the Twi’lek’s fleshy rod further into her mouth as she felt the end push against her throat. After a few minutes and a lot of failures she at last found that point and her throat suddenly opened.
She was so pleased with herself as it slid down the back of her throat, her lips pressed incredibly close to the base of his heated shaft, as she couldn’t believe she succeeded. It was hard not to gag, but she could do it. She proved it!
“If I can do this, I can do anything!” Ahsoka thought triumphantly to herself as it lay burrowed down in her throat. She continued to fondle his balls, not sure how it helped, gently with her fingers. Meanwhile the guard was touching her; she felt like an electric current was running through her body.
“Very good Jedi, continue.” Ahsoka heard acknowledgement and continued to bob her head in short sharp movements, her montrals swaying back and forth as the Togrutan teen orally pleased the man before her. The groans in the air were music to her ears.
She’d got them to fit in both ways, and really proved herself. If only her Masters were here to see this! Ahsoka thought.
The guard was meanwhile bumping his hard thing against the back of her cheeks. But now something different was happening as he pulled his finger out of her with a sucking noise.
She felt something press against her virgin lips like before, but it felt larger than a finger. Whatever it was felt larger, squeezing against her opening so strongly she felt she’d burst. Was it two fingers, three? Could she fit it?
And then it hit her. He was trying to stick his thing inside of her! Or at least trying to. His thick length failed to enter the teenage Togrutan, and the guard ended up fervidly rubbing his length against her wet slit instead.
The young girl was extremely damp and excited, as she continued to furiously bob her warm, slippery mouth around the Twi’lek’s cock while goading the guard with her wiggling orange asscheeks. Her wet pussy lips clumsily pressed against his stiffened cock, enticing him to continue.
The guard persisted and grabbed his member at the base, pressing the engorged tip against her tiny damp lips, pressing in with animalistic delight as she squirmed half from excitement and half from the stretching sensation. Ahsoka was in doubt if she could take it, but she was more than willing to give it a try.
Soon there was a sensation of giving way and the guard’s head slipped in rather painfully, stretching her wider than the teen could have imagined possible. Ahsoka tried hard not to injure the Twi’lek in her mouth, fondling his balls slower and trying to loosen her lower body up as she was penetrated by the guard.
Only so long ago it was a finger. How far could she go with this?
The small Padawan’s pussy was stretched to its bursting point, a small trail of blood was dripping from her pussy down her legs, though she didn’t notice it. And even if she did, she wouldn’t know the significance.
The guard was in rapture feeling the small Togrutan teen’s untouched pussy stretched around his massive head, barely even fitting it in, letting out a grunt as he wanted to feel the same feeling down the base of his cock. Ahsoka made a noise of her own as she looked up at the Twi’lek, who made the Gammorean guard pause.
“Wait one second.” Bib chided with a tone of authority, which Ahsoka was grateful for, as she furiously took a moment to collect herself. She soon managed to relax her pussy muscles, or thought she did, she then tried to nod to continue while the Twi’lek’s cock was still buried in her mouth.
With permission once again the Gammorean continued to push forward into her tight hole, squeezing into the dampness as Ahsoka once again turned to her early Jedi training. She found when she removed herself, the pain ebbed off and she could just focus on the other sensations she couldn’t figure out.
She was having trouble just breathing properly as she felt the cock squeezing into her tight insides, into her tight thing that had never endured this sort of thing before, as she felt it pressing almost as far as the finger had. It was splitting her open! But it wasn’t bad, Ahsoka thought and she was doing really well.
Suddenly what was an unpleasant experience was soon becoming a heated one as she rocked her tiny waist and ass back and forth as she eagerly coaxed it into her. For the moment she was completely preoccupied as she stopped her oral efforts on the Twi’lek, though a deep sound from her throat reverberated on the underside of his stiff cock.
Bib was shocked to see the small Togrutan take a full Gammorean cock into herself, stretching her as wide as it is, and he marveled at what Jedi- even young Jedi- were capable of. She even seemed to be enjoying it, which the Twi’lek did not think was entirely possible at this stage.
Ahsoka had now taken the Gammorean’s entire hardened cock into her tiny body, and she began rocking her tiny orange hips against the Gammorean’s throbbing hot shaft. Ahsoka was thrilled by the sounds of their moans as she continued to pursue licking Bib, while letting the Gammorean take her from behind. It was a lot to deal with, but she knew that the Twi’lek was enjoying it even when she wasn’t taking him all the way down her gullet.
Soon the guard was pounding deep inside of her, penetrating and splitting her open as it pushed deep into her gut. She felt like it was hitting her insides, and she felt her insides couldn’t decide if they should clench or loosen around it; her small tight pussy was spasming wildly.
The Twi’lek’s hot cock in her mouth was also warm and throbbing as she slobbered all over it, at times trying to stimulate it again. The tip of his fleshy rob was hitting inside her mouth as her tight orange pussy was being rammed by the guard.
Her tiny waist and ass shifting back and forth as she milked the Gammorean’s shaft rhythmically. Her juices coated it completely as she clenched around the base of the cock, sliding down and letting go, squeezing it inside of her.
She didn’t know why she was doing this, if it was the groans she could hear from making it happen or a deep instinct she had. But she was getting very sticky down there and could feel the Gammorean throbbing within her moist young pussy.
“I’m squeezing around these things, should this be feeling as good as it does?” Ahsoka tried hazily to make sense of everything as she became more animalistic, her petite rear squirming against his now wild thrusts. She pushed herself with excited need against the Gammorean’s cock, trying to impale herself deeply on his stiff member.
The guard’s cock expanded further and pushed her open, squeezing into her slick vagina and pumping back and forth and causing a breathless excitement and feverish heat to travel through her body. She felt a yearning emptiness whenever they pulled out, only to be filled just as quickly in her tight virgin hole.
She could feel the slapping of his ball things against her legs, and she was being driven crazy by the sound of it and the sucking sound from her mouth. Her head bobbed back and forth as she took the Twi’lek’s cock once again all the way into her young dark mouth, her lips stretched wide to take it all down her slick, slippery throat.
It wasn’t long before Ahsoka’s world was turning white. She already felt like she was going to melt all down her legs and felt like there was a fire these, as the Gammorean banged away inside of her. All she wanted was to squeeze it and pull it deep inside her; her tight virgin pussy was too wet to clench on anymore even though it was so tight.
Groans were filling her ears, and one of them were her own issuing deep from her throat. Her small ass continued to bounce against the guard behind her and her head bobbed wildly on the domo’s cock to the point where her nose was brushing his pale waist. The noise of a pair of balls slapping her chin and another pair clapping against her dribbling vagina filled the corridor.
Suddenly there was a slapping sensation on one of her bouncing asscheeks , causing her to make a muffled squeak, surprised yet too docile at this point to resist as she took it and a red mark appeared on her orange skin.
Then Ahsoka reached her absolute limit, her small petite, sandwiched body began spasming and jerking as if she had been hit by Force Lightning. Her almost constricting pussy began squeezing and spasming wildly, a rush flooding out around the Gammorean’s cock; leaking out of the tight gaps separating their bodies, quickly turning the dirt floor below her into a small, muddy puddle.
The spasming forced another fiercely hot sensation in her insides as the Gammorean pulled her waist deep against his own, plunging his cock with a ferocious fervor as deep as he could. Instinct drove the Gammorean to plant his seed as deep as he could within the young Ahsoka Tano. The guard began erupting hot loads of cum with wild abandon inside her tight virgin pussy.
Ahsoka could feel it coating her tight walls and flowing into her eager yet inexperienced womb. She felt her pussy tightening against the guard’s cock once more and her world exploded into stars, her own body still spasming in frenzy around the cock that was trying to fertilize the young girl. The Togrutan’s juices mixed with the guard’s thick seed as countless spurts filled her tight hole right up to the brim.
At feeling the young Togrutan come and gasp wildly, Bib thrust his cock deep into her mouth as she bit down on it just barely. The Twi’lek major domo was driven wild by how much they had broken the young girl in such a short time, as globs of his cream spurt out of the tip of his cock and poured into her mouth much to Ahsoka’s dazed surprise. The sudden spurting of his seed into her mouth caused her to splutter, as he grabbed her montrals and forced her to keep still.
He didn’t care that she was scratching his foreskin, and suddenly she remembered to suck his cock deep. She sucked down all the strange, salty liquid, and swallowed it with loud gulps. She hoped it was not bad for her stomach, since the Twi’lek hadn’t said she had to. But she was working on instinct, as the Gammorean pulled out of her pussy with a trail of cum linking her lips to the tip of his cock.
Bib Fortuna let the small Padawan Ahsoka go as she fell to the ground without any continued support, falling on her side in a tangled mess.
Ahsoka felt the thick white liquid on her lips, complete dazed as she looked up and saw it trailing from the top, also linking up to the Twi’lek’s cock. Without thinking, she weakly stretched up, taking the head into her mouth giving a weak suck, eating the last drop before collapsing back onto the ground.
There was also a weird running sensation down her legs, she looked down and saw a river of the liquid run down her thighs from between her pussy lips, mixed with just a little blood from her lost virginity.
Pearl white cum continued to pour out of her orange pussy, a little redder from where the Gammorean had stretched her open. It was slightly loose, as the hot seed poured out of her hole in gushes. The creamy mixture of her own juices and the Gammorean’s thick cum seeped out of her extremely messy entrance.
She reached down between her legs from the mysterious sensation and touched it with a finger, pressing against the liquid and bringing her finger up to look at in shock. Whatever it was, she was really filled to the brim with it. Her thighs shifted and even more of the cream goo seeped out from her still-gaping hole. There really was a lot of it.
She didn’t understand what happened…and she didn’t know what to say next.
“I really am an adult now, from whatever that was.” Ahsoka thought proudly, still a little confused about everything that just happened. But sure that she’d done it extremely well by the looks on their dazed faces.
Bib Fortuna and the Gammoreans were now pulling on their clothes with a sense of amusement and satisfaction. While her world was spinning, her head full of many new thoughts, the Twi’lek spoke up.
“You can see Jabba the Hutt now, young Jedi. You are indeed a woman, now.” Bib said with an air of respect, real or not. Ahsoka puffed out her slight cum covered chest in pride. She eventually managed to put down her sticky hands and push herself to her feet, trembling all over.
The teenage Togrutan almost didn’t stand properly for a moment at first, she was so confused. Eventually she pulled herself together.
Right, the mission.
Ahsoka pulled her top back up instinctively and began to press down her skirt. The Togrutan teen didn’t have any underwear now, and the hot liquid was still running down her legs. The sticky substance was dripping against her white stockings now.
She had to tell Jabba that the Jedi weren’t responsible. The fate of the galaxy relied on her, she had to pull herself together.
Perhaps Jabba wouldn’t notice.

CHAPTER 2: THE AUDIENCE WITH JABBA

Ahsoka was shivering in Jabba’s grand hall. But it wasn’t even cold here, as opposed to the rest of the ancient palace.
It was all the eyes staring at her, and Jabba wasn’t even there yet to greet her.
It seemed like they were eyeing up the young and girlish Togrutan, who felt especially self-conscious right at this moment.
Partially because of what had been done to her on the way to the throne room, and the other half was because she wasn’t wearing a thread of underwear.
What was left of her underwear now adorned the dirt in the palace halls.
Her recently deflowered and youthful pussy was completely bare to the humid air, made so by the sheer number of Jabba’s depraved guests.
And she was hoping they didn’t look too hard at her bruised thighs, making her orange-like skin even darker where a guard had been pounding into her only moments before.
The heat of the room caused her to wriggle around on the spot, as the 14 year old girl’s pussy began to make smacking sounds.
The now violated lips of her crotch began to smack together as she squirmed on the spot, causing a slight gap in her slip.
Suddenly Ahsoka found herself increasingly self-conscious as she grabbed her skirt, trying to push it down as something rather embarrassing happened just as Jabba slid in.
A warm sticky substance was hurrying down the inside of her thighs, hitting the top of her matching cream stockings and dripping down onto the floor.
Little white flecks of the Gammorean guard’s seed was now starting to coat the floor between her invaded thighs.
Ahsoka panicked and turned a deeper shade of red, letting out a small pained cry and clutching at her brown skirt. Why was it still leaking out? What was this stuff?
The young Togrutan teen found it was hard to tell if Jabba noticed or not as he let out a deep booming laugh. Hutts, especially Jabba, were known for doing that as a matter of course.
Her questions did not take too long to be answered. For her benefit, she hoped, a silver translator droid with sparking parts came out before Jabba began to speak.
“HOHOHOHOHOHO! Igsa fetah grau greta Padawan! Ua’leens Iatowah!” “The honorable Jabba the Hutt is amused by the fact a Padawan has been let in to see him.” The droid stuttered out.
It must have been fairly damaged to get that impediment, Ahsoka thought as she pushed her legs together as inconspicuously as possible.
This Jabba seemed like a very bad Hutt to Ahsoka. And she wished Skyguy was coming.
What was taking him so long? If he wasn’t around she wouldn’t have had those guards doing such bizarre things to her in the corridor!
Ahsoka tried her best to speak up while trying to keep her legs as tightly closed as possible. She was dripping wildly down her legs at this point.
It was almost as if the Gammorean guard’s seed had chosen this moment to flow out of her crotch and embarrass her.
“I’m here to… to clear the Jedi’s name!” Ahsoka managed to make her voice sterner all of a sudden, her smooth, bare shoulders pushing out as pridefully as she could manage. “The Jedi brought back your son who the Count kidnapped. The Jedi aren’t responsible!”
“My Master, a grand Jedi Master, will soon be coming with Dooku to bring you the truth from his own lips. He’s the one who betrayed you.” Ahsoka hoped that Skyguy had beaten Dooku, and this was a very big gamble.
Not only did she have to hold his interest, she had to put on an air of confidence or else Jabba would never respect her enough to take her seriously.
But it was far too late for that.
Jabba was already letting out a deep laugh that was being drowned out by every other person in the room, Gammorean, Twi’lek or otherwise. Even Jabba’s band had stopped playing.
Her embarrassment was written all over her young face as Jabba suddenly drowned them all out with his booming voice.
The droid hastily hurried to keep up with him, and Ahsoka just paid attention to the droid as liquid seeped out of her soaking mound.
“The Mighty Jabba says that your master will not be coming, and that Count Dooku had recruited him to the Separatist army.”
“He also says that Count Dooku has relinquished permission of you to mighty Jabba.” Ahsoka was stunned at the last part. Relinquished permission? She didn’t even belong to Dooku!
“No…this has to be some sort of mistake! Skyguy would never betray the Jedi!” Her voice cracked as she tried to make sense of it, her head was spinning and she felt like her montrals had been knocked around. “I don’t belong to you or anyone!”
Ahsoka let go of her brown skirt she was so furious, forgetting all about the embarrassment as she reached out a hand to Jabba.
She was going to grab him with the Force and squeeze him until she got answers!
Unfortunately for Ahsoka, Jabba’s Weequay bodyguards were ready for this sort of thing at Jabba’s insistence. It didn’t take long before they had dashed up behind her, as she was choking Jabba with the Force, and beat her into submission.
Her whole world turned upside down, and all she could think about was how completely lost she was at that very moment.
“Skyguy, did you betray the Jedi and me?” Ahsoka angsted as her world turned completely black.

CHAPTER 3: THE TRAINING BEGINS

Ahsoka was shivering from head to toe. If she was human she’d have goosebumps right now.
What she had just done was really, really stupid, Ahsoka thought to herself miserably.
What if it had been a ploy? A trick by Count Dooku? Stupid, stupid,stupid! She berated herself internally, crouching into a ball.
Her whole body was shivering, right down to her small, dainty toes. They were completely bare at the moment.
But the coldest thing of all was her shoulders and her completely threadbare chest.
She was now completely naked from the waist up, her orange-red skin and pearly white nipples exposed to the already freezing air.
They were perked and now pressed against her equally exposed knees in an effort to keep warm. Ahsoka knew it was a losing battle. Tattoine nights were unbelievably cold, and the window here led right outside.
There was no protection, and precious little to warm herself with.
Luckily, no one could see how perked she was with her petite breasts squashed against her legs. There had certainly been enough embarrassment to last a lifetime, in her mind.
They took Ahsoka’s clothes off her- shortly after her painful beating for trying to take Jabba’s life.
All there was left was her skirt. They hadn’t even left her stockings. They’d fiercely torn them off along with her tank top and then unceremoniously dumped her in this cell.
When the guards had thrown her in, she had been dazed and unable to land properly. Her arm felt like it was broken and her skin there had been scraped. She knew better, though.
Even though it ached deep within her arm and she couldn’t move it, it was just very bad bruising. A mere fracture at best.
Her thoughts were on more productive things- like reliving the last few chaotic hours of her life.
“I must have been out of my mind.” Ahsoka thought drearily to herself, then corrected herself and rested against the stone edge of what could be called a bed.
She could have caused an international incident… if Dooku had been fooling Jabba with that information.
Ahsoka didn’t trust anyone right now, except her Jedi training. And even the Jedi were losing their luster right now.
She felt like the strands of her entire Jedi life were being pulled apart, leaving her as bare as she was sitting now.
First she’d been fooled by the guards, and then she’d been fooled by Jabba, and now she could just have been fooled by her Master.
“That’s got to be a record…” She murmered to herself, soft dark lips turning into a frown along with her face- Youngling to Padawan to losing a master within the space of a week.
Perhaps she was defective and somehow he turned to the dark side because of her? Ahsoka thought terrible thoughts to herself.
Ahsoka wasn’t sure if she should feel betrayed or upset with herself. The conflict was tearing her apart.
She was still very confused by the turn of events. There were things that certainly didn’t add up. Why take them and not the skirt? It didn’t make sense.
Ahsoka immediately put her sharp mind to work. She’d often been complimented by her mentors for her quick and accurate thinking.
The only thing she could think of is that they wanted her to be cold. But that didn’t make much sense either. There were better ways to punish her, surely? Ahsoka thought to herself with a silent dread.
She didn’t want to see those “better ways” if that was what was coming for her next.
Not that she didn’t deserve it for putting herself in this place, Ahsoka thought.
Freezing, in a cell and naked from the waist up.
“A perfectly normal Jedi predicament,not.” Ahsoka thought to herself. Perhaps Master Secura or Shaak-Ti would have done better. But she didn’t want to think about the Jedi right now.
What she really wanted, and needed, was Skyguy to sweep in and tell her everything was just one big ruse. But deep down, she knew it was true. She’d seen the darkness, the brooding behind his eyes.
There was that slim chance, that niggling feeling, maybe everything that Jabba said was true.
“No, no, it couldn’t be. He’d never betray them like that.” Ahsoka spoke to herself out loud, then realized she was going in circles, getting absolutely nowhere.
Ahsoka desperately needed something else to focus on. Her blue eyes assessed her bleak situation. Washed stone walls stared back at her.
The walls surrounding her were reminiscent of a lot of the palace; completely and utterly smooth even though they were washed. Still, Ahsoka had no doubt she was in a cell.
There was what could be called a window if you were being generous, up above her bed. With her manikin size, she had only been able to reach it by using the Force.
And when she got there, Ahsoka realized they were made of no metal she’d ever seen.
She came to the conclusion that she was not the first Jedi to be locked in here, and that was a very depressing thought. She wondered if it was a Padawan or a Jedi Knight that Jabba may have confined before her. Perhaps even a fallen Jedi?
Without an avenue to direct it now, Ahsoka’s thoughts soon escaped fully into her imagination. She pulled her naked chest towards her knees, fiercely pressing skin against skin.
For a while it took her mind off the severe cold, and the slowly burning hunger, to think about such things. Perhaps she would perish due to hypothermia- and then she wouldn’t have to face the Jedi Council. She’d turn into bones here, just her and her shame.
But if she had been betrayed by her Master, what would she do then? Ahsoka thought to herself. The question was burning in her mind.
So many thoughts, shames and questions. It was hard to make sense of them all. Hadn’t they returned Stinky to his dad? Shouldn’t this have been the happily ever after, and the Separatists should have been sent packing from Tattoine?
If the Force had a plan, she sure wasn’t getting it, Ahsoka concluded to herself. The Force made little sense to her. Either it was because she was a Padawan, or the Force didn’t exactly have a plan.
And if that were the case, if the Force didn’t have a plan for her, she’d have to come up with one for herself.
With that in mind