2 comments/ 61965 views/ 12 favorites Ahsoka's Jedi Training Ch. 01 By: Boxtears It had been a long day fighting off Separatist forces. As clone fighters soared overhead and night descended on the recently-liberated planet, Ahsoka Tano began settling into her makeshift bedding for the evening. "Snips, what do you think you're doing?" her master Anakin Skywalker inquired impatiently. "What does it look like, Master?" Ahsoka replied, bemused. "I'm preparing to rest. We have a big day tomorrow after all." "I don't think so, Snips." Anakin said, shaking his head. "You will lay with me tonight, so that together we might better commune with the subtle emanations of the Force." Ahsoka paused for a moment to consider this, but then said, "I've never heard of such a technique, Master. Are you certain of this?" "You question your master?" Anakin asked calmly with a sardonic grin. "Maybe I should relay your insolence to Master Yoda. Maybe then you can find a better Jedi knight with whom to continue your training, though I somewhat doubt that." "Oh, Master Anakin, no!" cried Ahsoka, startled. "Please forgive me. I didn't mean to question your wisdom and guidance." "Then come, Snips, and delay no further. As you say we have a big day tomorrow." "Yes... yes, Master." Hesitantly, Ahsoka approached her young master as he watched her silently. "Now what are you doing?" Anakin groaned with frustration. "What, Master? I'm doing as you ask." "Not in those filthy garbs." said Anakin with a grimace. "Besides, communion with the Force is a fully tactile experience which cannot very well be accomplished when you're bound to the physical realm by those cumbersome rags." "So then I should..." "Undress, yes of course. And quickly, your Master grows impatient. I don't want to have anything interfering with our connection to the Force." "As you say, Master." whispered Ahsoka, meekly. Anakin watched intently as his young padawan disrobed. As she stood before the Jedi knight, vulnerable and exposed, Ahsoka found herself staring down at her feet, unable to look her master in the eye. Cold, she began to shiver. Anakin sat himself up for a moment, admiring his student's nimble figure as it was bathed in the light of the twin moons. Clearly she had much to experience. "Now come here." he beckoned. "It looks like you could use a little warmth in the Force." Ahsoka attempted a smile but only briefly before deciding against it. Slowly she again approached, until she felt the push of an unseen hand suddenly thrusting her forward and into her master's lap. "Oh...!" she exclaimed as she found herself straddling the Jedi knight. "Master..." she began. "Not a word, Snips." whispered Anakin. He then guided his shaking padawan down onto the bed, softly caressing her head and arms. Only then did Ahsoka begin to realize that there was a part of her that always wished for this, for approval and validation from her master - a feeling of affirmation that she tried so hard to earn. Was this it? Was this that feeling realized in the warm, forceful embrace of her master? She closed her eyes as Anakin pulled her naked form closer to him. "But master..." she moaned, her eyes still tightly shut. "Aren't you still clothed? Ho... How will we commune with the Force?" "How right you are, Snips." Anakin sighed. "But of course it is the duty, indeed the honor of the padawan to disrobe the master..." As Ashoka reached for her master's tunic, she paused. "Master Anakin," she whispered under her breath, "I'm... well, I'm a little nervous. I've never done really anything like this before." "The Force is nothing to be anxious about, Snips." Anakin soothingly insisted. "You of all people should know that." As he said this, his gloved bionic hand rose to her chin, lifting her face to meet his. As he looked downward towards his anxious padawan, her wide eyes finally opened, gleaming in the moonlight as she returned his gaze. Tears began to well as she whispered, "You're so warm, Master Anakin." To this the young Jedi said nothing as he slid his fingers toward her full, quivering lips while his free hand moved lower, down Asokha's smooth backside, rhythmically stroking her soft bare bottom. Ahsoka again closed her eyes, eagerly taking her master's leather-clad finger into her mouth, softly enveloping it with her moist lips as Anakin's other hand made its way towards her soft, moist slit. As he began intently rubbing her labia, Ahsoka's breathing became heavier, her moans more audible as she stopped suckling her master's index finger, shuddering, "Oh, Master... Master Anakin!" With eyes tightly shut, Ahsoka clenched her teeth against the gloved metal digit as she sensed Anakin's real fingers entering her convulsing nether lips. As his fingers continued to penetrate deep within the young padawan, her hips began to gyrate in a corresponding motion. She reached instinctively for her Master, slipping her hands into his robe and rubbing his hard, toned chest slick with sweat. And still her hands reached lower. She hesitated slightly, then looked again to Anakin, her eyes desperately searching her master for guidance. "You're doing fine, Snips. Just keep going, we're almost one with the Force now." Encouraged by these words, the young Togruta girl reached into the flap and began stroking her master's tender shaft. "That's it." Anakin uttered with a groan. "Just stroke it back and forth. Yeah, Snips, that's the way. You're a natural, born to be a Jedi." At these words of unprecedented praise, the padawan began to quiver, her master's fingers becoming even more soaked in her sweet nectar as they continued penetrating her with ever-increasing ease. "Now," he continued, sliding his fingers out of her orifice and into her waiting lips, "The next step is to use your mouth, the way you're doing now with my fingers." Slowly but firmly, Anakin guided Ahsoka downward. "Open your mouth." he whispered. Her lips parted but before she could even breath, Anakin forced his member into little Ahsoka's mouth, both of his hands pulling her towards him as she gagged and struggled against the overwhelming force of her master's grip. "Beautiful." Anakin whispered as he watched the tears stream down his padawan's cheeks. He proceeded to move his hips slowly but forcefully, watching his shaft slide its way back and forth through her lips. Sensing her distress, he consoled the frightened padawan. "It's alright, you're doing great. Focus. Learn to breathe through your nose. Yes... that's it. That's my good little soldier. My special little Snips." As her struggles began to falter, Anakin felt her hands no longer pushing against him but embracing him as her mouth became more accustomed to its intended purpose. "That's it." he grunted. "Feel the Force. Our bodies are one now. Feel my power flowing through you." Finally Anakin's hips began to buckle. He whispered to his student, "It's coming, Snips!" But before Ahsoka had time to consider the meaning of these words, she felt the force of her master's shaft as it spasmed and convulsed in her mouth, filling her with his essence. "Swallow it, Snips. All of it." Anakin ordered as he held her head firmly in place. "This is always the hardest part but I know you can do it. Do it for me, Snips." As his seed began dribbling from her mouth and off her chin, Anakin finally released Ahsoka from his grasp. The Togruta girl promptly collapsed onto her master's bed, coughing and gasping for air. "...Did I do well, Master?" Ahsoka finally asked weakly. "Very well, Snips." Anakin huffed. "Beyond my expectations." Ahsoka smiled faintly. "I'm so tired, Master Anakin." "So come here." responded Anakin. "Rest next to me. Communion with the Force is always a rigorous and taxing rite but you've performed it admirably." As Ahsoka rested her head on her master's chest, she was filled with a sense of belonging and serenity that she had not felt since she was a youngling. And she slept. Ahsoka's Jedi Training Ch. 02 Ahsoka awoke the next morning still naked under her master's arm, his hand lightly fondling her small, supple breasts. Anakin himself seemed calm and collected, his attention focused on a nearby window through which the morning sun shone brightly. He seemed to Ahsoka to exude an air of power, his sunlit features so dignified and rugged that she couldn't help but stare in awe and be silently grateful for having been granted the honor - nay privilege - of training under such a distinguished Jedi knight. As she smiled contently to herself, Ahsoka suddenly noticed the numbers on her nearby chronometer blinking rapidly. Upon closer inspection, her eyes widened in a panic. "Oh no!" she cried. "What is it, Snips?" said Anakin, startled. "Master!" exclaimed Ahsoka. "We were supposed to rendezvous with Master Obi-Wan at Sector Command almost two hours ago!" Her master's expression quickly returned to that of calm and serenity. "Actually, Snips, I told Master Obi-Wan to delay our meeting until later today. I figured after our little communion with the Force last night, we could use a little extra rest." "But Master..." Ahsoka protested. "You're not questioning my judgment again are you, Snips?" Anakin mused nonchalantly, his eyes narrowing. "Of course not, Master Anakin! Forgive me." "You're forgiven, Snips." said Anakin, his face softening. "On the condition that you stay exactly as you are so that I might have something pleasant to look at while I get dressed." "As you wish, Master." As Anakin finished fastening his tunic, he glanced once more at his trusted student. Ahsoka remained as he had instructed her, lying naked and pure on his makeshift bed. Indeed, she looked not unlike the slave girls Anakin had witnessed on Tatooine as child, forever bound to the Hutt Clan brothels just as Ahsoka was now bound to him, perhaps for life. But then... what of Padme? His lingering gaze had not gone unnoticed by his nubile padawan. "What is, Master?" she asked inquisitively. "Snips, did I say you could talk?" Anakin said sharply. "Master, I didn't mean to--" "Come here!" he demanded, beckoning her with a flick of his wrist. Timidly, little Ahsoka approached her master, holding his blanket to her chest. "Drop it." he ordered, to which she promptly obeyed... her arms limply falling to her sides, the blanket dropping to her feet. Anakin took a brief moment to eye the naked Togruta girl from head to toe. He then grabbed her arm and pulled her nimble body close to his. Ahsoka felt at once a sense of dread as well as arousal, her master's gloved bionic hand slowly wrapping around her pretty neck. "Master--!" she gasped. "So small, so delicate." he whispered. "So young and innocent... and how easily your life could be extinguished." Upon uttering these words Anakin pressed his lips passionately against Ahsoka's, kissing her deeply as his tongue swirled with hers. Ahsoka shut her eyes tightly as tears began streaming down her cheeks. At last Anakin released his grip but before little Ahsoka could react, her lithe form was pushed against the wall with her back to her master. She felt exceedingly vulnerable as Anakin pressed up against her, forcefully grinding the hardness of his clothed crotch into her soft bare buttocks. "Master, it's hurts!" cried Ahsoka. "Please, I don't wish to commune with the Force today!" "Be silent!" was her master's only reply. As the leather of Anakin's glove reached downward towards her nether region, Ahsoka bit her lip to stifle her desperate cries of pain. Relentlessly the Jedi knight rubbed his young pupil's quivering slit raw until her legs began to quake under the repeated assault. As she started to collapse, her master growled, "I'm not done with you yet, Snips. Not even close." Just then, she felt the warmth of Anakin's member pushing up against her virgin tenderness. As her master's shaft slowly penetrated her, Ahsoka at once let out a panicked shriek. This only served to further excite the Jedi knight, who then proceeded to violently grab the padawan's lekku until she at last sobbed aloud, "Master, I beg you, please... mercy!" Her master however was ruthless in his defilement of the young trainee, thrusting himself in and out of her as though he were possessed. Anakin was determined to utterly subjugate his student-turned-consort in a way she would never forget. As he approached climax, the Jedi knight wrapped both his hands around Ahsoka's neck as he tirelessly and remorselessly impaled her upon his engorged member. As Anakin finally released his seed, he held his padawan tightly, pulling Ahsoka from against the wall and collapsing atop of her down on the floor as her womb quickly filled with his precious essence. There they remained for what seemed like an eternity, locked in a world all their own, their bodies like one as Anakin held Ahsoka firmly, his Jedi robe thick with human sweat and Togruta tears while his hands still clasped the young girl's breasts... his shaft still pulsing deep within her aching nethers. Finally, Ahsoka caught her breath. "M-Master Anakin," She cried softly. "Why...?" Through heavy breaths, Anakin replied, "Because you're my apprentice, Snips. And nothing more. Always remember that." Ahsoka paused for a moment, trembling as her eyes began to well up again. She took a deep breath. "Wouldn't have it any other way, Master." she finally said softly. "Well said, Snips." Anakin remarked with indifference. "You're a day older."