0 comments/ 66629 views/ 15 favorites Ahsoka's Task Pt. 01 By: GiveaLittleGrace This story is set in the Clone Wars Era, before the outbreak of Civil War on Mon Calamari. The characters and setting in this story are not my creation. All Star Wars rights belong to George Lucas and Lucasfilm. This story is not meant to degrade Star Wars in any way and is just for enjoyment. * Chapter 1 Almost nine, the rhythmic motions of walking could be heard approaching the main bedroom in the penthouse suite of the 500 Republica. Light shafts of great girth from Coruscant's brilliant sun pressed against curtained windows, bouncing away from the reflective defences. C-3PO hurriedly opened the transparisteel doors of his mistress's private chamber and scurried in. Turning a slight corner to where his duty slept, he started to make his intentions clear, to the very air itself, if nothing else. "Mistress Padme, Mistress Padme, please do forgive me," the droid babbled, "Oh, dear, Mistress Padme, if I may, might I suggest that you divert from your current state and attend to more pressing matters. It's just that that awful Senator Dowmeia is trying to contact you and his mood, is, uh, not improving while waiting. May I advise you-" C-3PO noticed Padme's still form, seemingly sleeping, and stopped himself. Not knowing what to do next, he shut off his vocaliser chords and stood still, waiting for new data with which to proceed upon. Still horizontally inert, the slender form of Senator Padme Amidala shifted slightly in the luxurious bed and said, "Yes, Threepio?" If it were possible, the droids face would have brightened with relief. "Oh thank goodness you were awake. I thought that I might have to disturb you from your slumber, and that would have been very unpleasant for the both of us." "You did disturb me, Threepio. Now, what were you saying?" Padme inquired, her eyes still not open. "Oh. Well, you see, Senator Dowmeia is trying to open a line of communication with you and since you were unavailable I told him to wait and that was fifteen minutes ago and I tried to hold off breaching your chambers in the hope that you would wake and-" Padme, now rising slowly, raised a hand to silence her rambling attendant. She moved in her bed and sat upright, leaning against the connecting wall, everything north of her waist exposed. Feeling a slight chill, she realised she had very little clothing on, just a thin transparent veil over her breasts and the same below. She quickly pulled her bed sheets up around her shoulders and faced C-3PO again. The droid had been watching her the entire time and, even though Padme knew this caused no stirring in him, she preferred to maintain a certain amount of modesty anywhere a male being was concerned. "Threepio, uh, tell the Senator I will be with him momentarily. I should make myself decent." The droid nodded and turned, walking quickly out of her bedroom. 'Decent', Padme thought. Gods of Naboo, how I hate that word! Padme ran a hand through her soft, brown hair. She pulled away the covers and got out of bed. Catching that slight cool again, Padme walked to her private 'fresher room, where her toiletries and her wardrobe were. It was a nice room, blue carpeting adorned the floor and white plates formed the walls. A shower compartment was situated to her immediate left and down the end were a series of closets. There was where her multitude of garments lay, the outfits which brought envious glances from women, covetous stares from the men and were the talk of whatever room she entered. She enjoyed that praise. She enjoyed those stares, because, even though she was married, secretly, to Anakin Skywalker, she liked to keep her options open and she liked to know that marriage had not dulled her beauty nor quietened her magnetism. A large mirror was on her right that spanned the entire length of one wall of the 'fresher. She gazed upon herself, turning this way and that to see her perfect body and her serene face. Yes, she was beautiful. She saw the two pieces of veil stretched across her full, perky breasts and her lovely womanhood. Padme turned around to see the lower bit spanning across her arse. It barely covered that sweet pair of peaches, not that it would have mattered seeing as the material was see-through. The Senator of Naboo remembered why she was dressed in such a skimpy way. It had not been a warm night on Coruscant. In fact it had been rather cool, but she had ordered the room climate temperature to be raised, enabling her to sweat and giving her a reason to go to bed in nothing but tiny scraps of a silky, now torn, dress. Padme loved the feel of bare skin against her imported silky sheets; it excited her, gave off sensations which generated teasing hints of pleasure, leaving the Senator craving more. This was all due to electro-static micro-charges woven between the fibres, relatively small, that created tiny shocks upon touch. She had paid many credits for her bed sheets and their tantalizing effect. Many credits, gathered from many underhand deals in the alcoves and back-rooms of the Senate Building. Not necessarily bribes, but not the most ethical form of payment. She donned a blue dress that hugged her hips and caressed her legs from the inside, another pricy and sensual item, from the same dealer, that pleased her just enough to make her bite her lips in frustrated pleasure during Senate meetings. With a faint smile on her lips, Padme buckled on an ornate maroon belt and a vest of the same colour, open at the middle, highlighting her ample upper body assets. Quickly tying her hair and threading it through a cylindrical golden frame, she walked out of her 'fresher and hurried to a potentially tedious meeting with the good Senator from Dac. Chapter 2 C-3PO turned away from his duties overseeing servant droids carry out their daily chores, to see his mistress sweep gracefully into the main living area, the hem of her dress flowing behind her. Padme approached him with an inquisitive expression about her face. The droid readied himself for whatever task that was required of him. "Hello, Threepio. I understand I am wanted by a certain Quarren Senator?" Padme asked, with a hint of mischief in her tone and a spark of daring in her liquid-brown eyes. "Yes Mistress Padme," the protocol droid's vocaliser vibrated, "Perhaps you might wish to speak with him privately? If so may, I suggest that my mechanical charges and I vacate the immediate area?" Padme sat down on a curved and padded couch, her symmetrical face contemplative. Looking around her home, her penthouse, she nodded. "Yes, do that. Also, could you turn on the holoscreen, answering Senator Dowmeia's urgent call?" "Yes, mistress Padme," the subservient droid said to her, "come, come, little fellows, we are needed elsewhere." The servant droids murmured assent in synthesized voices and followed their golden master out of the living area. On his way out, C-3PO pressed a small grey button on the side of the holo-projector in between the two main couches, one of which was where Padme Amidala sat, her legs folded. Within moments, an enlarged version of Senator Tundra Dowmeia's Quarren head appeared, an expression of impatience upon his face of tentacles. Padme put on her most endearing smile and leant forward. She adjusted the settings on the holo-projector so that the Senator's picture would be larger on her end and that her image would be seen smaller from the Quarren Senator's viewpoint. She did this to give her peer an illusionary sense of power over her and over the situation. Dowmeia's signature baritone resonated throughout the apartment as he spoke, giving the aquatic alien a commanding presence. Padme found it difficult not to be aroused by the sound, despite her fellow senator's unusual appearance. "Senator Amidala. Is it too much to request that when an arrangement is made, twenty-four hours beforehand, all parties involved adhere to said arrangement so as not to cause any dissatisfaction?" Padme assumed a face of humility and sat back on the couch, contorting her trim figure to fit with the small, luxurious cushions around her. "Please forgive me, Senator Dowmeia, business within my office has been very time consuming of late, especially last night." The Quarren's great holographic head shook from side to side. "Senator, please don't grovel. Endearing as it is in, say, Twi'lek dancers, I highly doubt that such tactics will work in politics." Padme looked disbelievingly Tundra for a second, and then started to giggle uncontrollably, her breasts shaking ever so slightly with her. The Senator from Dac cocked his squid-like head and blew a sigh of irritation out of his small, toothed mouth. Padme's laughing died down and she rushed to explain. "I'm sorry, Tundra. It's just that you have to realise that half of what goes on in the Senate Rotunda fits the category of grovelling." "Hmm. Point taken, Senator," the other Senator said. "Now, to business." Padme straightened up attentively. "Yes?" "You mentioned some days ago that you are acquainted with a large number of Jedi Knights I believe, including the Hero of the Republic, Anakin Skywalker and his apprentice, Ahsoka Tano. Is this not true, Senator?" Padme wondered where this discussion was going, but, realizing the rhetoric of the Senator's questions, she uttered no interruption from her rosy lips. Tundra Dowmeia continued. "As it happens, I have a niece with considerable Force ability, her name is Shiam Howmeia and very enthusiastic. She is fourteen years old though and, as you would know, the Jedi Temple has certain age restrictions. She would have been recognized and indoctrinated sooner but the Jedi would not take such a one that held so much frustration and disregard for rules." Padme looked at Tundra's image with more interest. How intriguing she thought, but what does this have to do with me? Padme, in anxiety, interrupted the Quarren. "Tundra, please, why are you telling me this?" His intended speech cut, Senator Dowmeia opted for a more direct course of action. "Well, Padme, I was hoping that you might use your influence and ask for Master Skywalker's Padawan to mete out a little instruction to Shiam. They are both the same age and would have much to discuss. What is your opinion?" Padme stammered, obviously caught off-guard, her mind trying to find a way that this might work. She shifted position on her couch, her slender legs bringing her to the very edge of the main cushion, with her ample arse almost sliding off due to the slippery fabric of her dress. "Well, I, uh, I don't know. The Jedi are very strict on matters such as these. I don't think I could even convince Anakin, uh, I mean Master Skywalker to cooperate, let alone the Council." The power shifted. Suddenly it was Senator Tundra Dowmeia looking humble. But that did not sway the purpose of the strong-willed native of Dac. "But surely you could appeal to the two in question without the knowledge of the Jedi Council. It is a well-known fact that this particular duo has a penchant for playing loose with rules and regulations." Padme interrupted, "Yes, that is true, but there are still many factors to be considered. We would need Anakin and Ahsoka's express consent and then we would need legal justification for Ahsoka's absence coupled with assurances of her safe passage." She stood up, letting the previously bunched folds of her dress fall down. In the instant before, Senator Padme Amidala's sculpted thighs were visible, drawing an appreciative glance from Dowmeia. If there was a more calculated and politically savvy woman this side of the Deep Core, the galaxy hadn't found her. To Padme, everything mattered; the slightest sight of a beautiful female could stop a dogfight in space and she knew it. She had become Queen of a planet at 14 and a Senator of the Galactic Republic at 23. Needless to say, Padme liked power and knew how to get it. Striding around the central holoprojector, Senator Amidala's tone took on a more business-like note. "And while we're discussing these matters," she said, "There is another thing you should get through your watery old head; what's in this for me? Why should I risk my political integrity in a venture with very little, foreseeable, upside to me?" Senator Tundra Dowmeia blinked his blue eyes in confusion and rolled his lengthy tongue down a nearby tentacle, a Quarren sign of dismissal. "I would have thought such an intelligent female such as you would've been able to discern the potential boons that you would gain if this opportunity was not wasted. Very well, I will enlighten you. First, the Quarren clan of Dowmeia would honour your participation with a rather large amount of credits. Also, I myself, personally, would owe you a debt to be paid and I know you know the value of Galactic Senator indebted to you." Padme bent down to inspect an idol of the moon goddess, Shiraya. She fondled the womanly curves of the sculpture, seemingly ignoring her fellow Senator. He speaks like a banker! With her back turned to Dowmeia and her well-made arse somewhat in the air, Padme was fully aware of the staring on the part of the Quarren. After a little while an a little heavy breathing from her fellow Senator, Padme decided that this display had gone on for long enough. Besides, there was only so long that one could caress a statue without starting to want something more. She turned around and found Senator Tundra Dowmeia's gaze a little more than slightly lustful. She cleared her throat to gain his attention, but still, it took a while before her peer was coherent. Padme nodded, "Alright, I will talk with Master Skywalker and Padawan Tano. I'm sure they will help." Dowmeia contorted his face into a grimace that he evidently thought was a smile. "Excellent!" he said. Padme filled a vessel of illegal Spice-Wine and lifted it with a slender arm, toasting her new business partner and their impending success. The Quarren stopped her for a moment and said, "Oh. I almost forgot." He hesitated. "There is one last thing that is required of you, Senator Amidala." Her mind cloudy after several sips of the heady tonic, Padme swayed slightly and said, a little too quickly, "Name it." "Shiam has acquired an interest and hunger of something rather unique for a female of her age. Now, I do not know whether this has something to do with her Force-sensitivity or she is just a deviation from a normal Quarren, but she will need Padawan Tano's special skills to control her strive of it." Amused and more than a little tipsy, Padme Amidala fell down upon her lounge, spilling Spice-Wine over the fabric as she did. She looked up at the fuzzy, blue hologram of Tundra and asked, "What is this, um, notion she has developed a passion for?" The alien head of Dowmeia loomed closer towards Padme, as if to show that was he was about to say would need to be quietly said. "Sex," he breathed. "Sex?" Padme repeated in confusion. "Yes," The Quarren affirmed, "and not just with the males of our species. She desires much more." This information sobered Padme and brought new trains of though rushing through her mind. The luscious brown eyes of one senator met with the watery blue eyes of another. Dowmeia nodded and the Senator of Naboo followed suite. "I will arrange everything," Padme said, and the holo-image of her alien ally vanished, leaving a lonely and beautiful figure gazing out at the silvery towers and multitude of sky-cars of Coruscant. Chapter 3 Leaning against an immense pillar of the Jedi Temple, the young Togruta looked idly around for her contact. Clicking red knee-high combat boots together, the Padawan crossed her arms across a dark red tube top that contained her small but ample breasts. A slight breeze curled around her and she was thankful for white stockings that she had on. Air currents played with the purple-pink waist-tie that hung from a practical miniskirt of the same colour as her top. Feeling despondent, Ahsoka started to leave when she noticed a thin figure in a tight-fitting red dress. Realising the identity of this figure, Ahsoka set her predatory eyes upon it and mentally appraised its obvious beauty. Padme rushed down the great halls of the Jedi, looking around constantly for Ahsoka. She came to the intersection of two huge pathways, each corner adorned by a gigantic pillar. The Senator stood still, looking, with one hand on her hip. She decided to keep searching when she heard a low, almost undetectable moan from behind the massive support nearest to hear. Curious, she slowly crept over and noted that, though no moaning could be heard, shallow, rhythmic breaths were audible. Back against the pillar in question and directly opposite her quarry, Senator Amidala was about to pounce when she felt the strangest sensation run across her breasts. What was even weirder was that the feeling had come from within her clothing. Padme stopped to think when another caress, this time more forceful, swept down her chest and ran past her leg. She gasped as the ethereal touch flew gently past her inner thigh, stimulating deeper depths of feeling that she had never experienced with Anakin. What is this? She thought, as her eyes tried to seek out this phantom. Another moving stroke flittered along her, this time going down her chest, spinning around to her back and across her perfect arse. Goose bumps began to appear on her arms as she fought to control herself in the face of this pleasurable onslaught. Padme appeared bewildered and was about to run when yet another of these touches slid from her shoulders, down her back and arse and turned towards her tight womanhood. She drew a deep gasp as the sensation began to circle the entry point of her vagina over and over again. The Senator felt as though her legs would give out, and, a few moments later, they did. She fell to the floor as multiple caresses flew about her body, stimulating her breasts, her waist, her arse and her vagina. Practically writhing on the floor of the Jedi Temple in pleasure, Padme was vaguely aware and thankful that no Jedi were around to see her. Or were there? Senator Amidala whimpered slightly as all the independent 'phantoms' converged on the already wet folds of her pussy. Suddenly, they seemed to stop. Padme used this time to drag herself over to the pillar so that she could sit up, legs splayed out. All of a sudden, she felt all the 'phantoms' combine together to form a long solid mass. The Senator could have guessed what was going to happen next. With all the force and vigour of a wampa in heat, the phantom rod rammed into Padme, sending bursts of ecstasy into her brain. In and out, the phantom pole went, increasing in speed and, somehow, length with every stroke until Senator Padme Amidala of Naboo was filled with the ghostly member. She cried out in joy and slammed her arms against the pillar, trying to brace herself against the assault. "Aaaaahhhhhhh! Oh my Godssss! Yeeeesssssssss!" she screamed, unable to control her love and utter lust for whatever was doing this to her. Her red-clad legs bucked wildly and her tightly wrapped chest heaved with uncontrollable desire against the plated floor of the Jedi Temple. Her amazingly gorgeous brown eyes were wide open, praising the heavens for what she was receiving. "Give it to meeeeeeeeeee!" she yelled, feeling herself close to climax. The 'phantom' member did not stop, nor did Padme want it to stop. Padme's breath came in shallow groans and her body convulsed in absolute ecstasy. She felt herself come and she screamed to the very atmosphere of Coruscant as her juices flooded the area around her. The 'phantom' rod gave a few more strokes and then vanished, brushing past her lips as it split up and flew away. In complete happiness, Padme Amidala of Naboo fell into the waiting embrace of unconsciousness. Ahsoka's Task Pt. 01 Only when Ahsoka was totally satisfied that Padme was out cold did she emerge from behind the pillar, from behind her puppet-master vantage point, a wicked smile upon her orange and white face. "Damn, I'm good!" she said to herself and removed the Senator to a more private place, where they could discuss more important matters. Chapter 4 Padme groaned. Her body ached all over. She tried to move an arm to feel if any damage had been done to her. Her eyes opened slowly as if even that caused pain. She dimly noticed a small figure standing over her. The Senator realised she was on some sort of bed, not very large, in a tiny, cramped room. "Wha-what happened?" she said meekly to no one in particular, save the figure near her. "Save your energy, Senator. Rest, Padme," said a voice that could not be identified. Fatigue overtook her. She was very tired. She saw a void, an inviting void of sleep. She fell. Awakening much later, Padme's intensely beautiful eyes shot open, now quite rested and very aware of the fact that she did not know where she was. She grunted softly and raised her head. She had known the room was small, but know Padme gained an accurate understanding of just how small. The blue ceiling above looked threateningly close and the ominous filtered light from a slender window to her right did not help ease Senator Amidala's now strong anxiety. She looked over and noticed a door, embellished with patterns of the Jedi Order, a couple metres to her left. This had to be someone's, a Jedi's, quarters. Only then did the Senator from Naboo become aware of another presence, not in the room but nearby, and even though the distinguished politician had no Force-sensitivity, she could tell it was a Jedi. There was a certain haughtiness about some of those in deeper touch with that mysterious energy field called The Force. The everyday sentient would not be able to notice it but, as Padme had spent most of her life around Jedi, not to mention sharing her bed with one, she was finely attuned to their subtleties. The Senator rose up on the bed, supporting herself with her arms. On the other side of the room sat, in front of a data-screen, a very familiar person. Her Padawan braid swung as she turned in her chair, revealing a pair of mischievous blue eyes and enticing purple lips, on orange skin. Just shy of fifteen standard years, Ahsoka was surprisingly mature in skill and, more interesting to Senator Amidala, body. Wearing her standard red skirt and tube top, the Togruta's form drew Padme's gaze. She knew now why Ahsoka had been chosen by the Quarren Senator Tundra Dowmeia to instruct his niece. If the information given to her was correct, Ahsoka certainly appeared liable to have the desired effect. For now, though, she just seemed a little too arrogant. "Greetings, Padme," Ahsoka said cheerfully, "You've come to collect me for some sort of educational mission, I believe. Oh, don't look surprised. I knew Dowmeia's offer long before he had ever presented it to you. I do have a life beyond this dreary temple, y'know." Padme, well accustomed to sexual insinuation, decided to play the little Padawan's game. The Senator sat up, grunted, and brushed her dishevelled hair back, trying to retain some of her ladylike composure. "Well, Ahsoka, you certainly seem pleased with yourself today. You almost have the wile and charm of a grown-up woman," Padme teased, bluntly reminding the Togruta of her inexperience and immaturity. Ahsoka's purple lips just broke into a smile, although a little less wide than before. Padme continued, more seriously: "Yes, you are right about why I'm here," she paused, "actually, you're right about why I came to the Jedi Temple, not here, in this room. That is a little more, um, complicated." Ahsoka got up and stretched her well-toned arms. She turned around and bent to the floor, touching her toes. From where she was, Padme caught the slightest glimpse of what could only have been the Jedi's panties. Senator Amidala gulped as Ahsoka, having finished her flexing, came over to sit by her the bed. "Yeah, that was all me." Padme blanched, remembering how helpless she had felt on the cold floor of that immense hall. "Wh-why?" she said. Ahsoka moved closer to Padme and laid a hand upon the soft scarlet fabric of her leg, smiling innocently. "Come on, Senator, I know what Dowmeia wants me to do, and how to do it. I just needed a little practice; doing it to yourself can be so boring sometimes," she looked right into the depths of Padme's chocolate-coloured eyes with her own intense blue, "You, my lovely, were the perfect candidate." The Naboo Senator was shocked by Ahsoka's simple, yet daunting eloquence. It had taken herself years to create that effect. Maybe there was more to this Padawan than met the eye. And the eye did not go wanting. "So, I was subject to your whim, was that it?" Padme raised her voice, indignant. Ahsoka, still confident in her abilities, became bolder. She reached up and stroked Padme's face, her voice purring. "Please, Padme, try to understand. All my life I've been holed up in this place. The Jedi code forbids real relationships. I've never even touched one of my own species sexually. My only solace is the Force and what it can do. I really want this chance to awaken another. I will do whatever you want, so long as I can teach others in the sexual ways of the Force." Padme's heart went out to the frustrated teenager. She had been like that herself once, albeit in a less restrictive environment. On impulse she hugged Ahsoka, feeling the Padawan's developing breasts against her own ample set. They were both about the same height and build, but Ahsoka, through thirteen years of gruelling physical training, was much fitter and toned. Padme held Ahsoka at arm's length and said, "Okay, Ahsoka. On Dac, the niece of Senator Dowmeia, Shiam Howmeia, needs the guidance of a Jedi and we're going to give that to her. You're going to give that to her. But I guess you know this. I have talked with your master and we have arranged an alibi for you while you're away. Just know, you will be gone for two standard months, so if you don't want to go, now would be the time to say. Do you want to stay?" Ahsoka put both legs on the bed, kneeling. She just shook her head, her white and blue head-tails swinging with the motion. Padme touched one and smiled. "All right, we will get you to Dac. Everything has been arranged, and after, I attend to things here, I will join you there in a few weeks. Instruct the Senator's niece well." Ahsoka's cute little face lit up with joy. She hugged Padme and, without warning, gave her one of the most ardent and passionate kisses that she had ever gotten. Surprised at first, Padme pulled away. But when she realised how much she wanted that tight little orange body, she couldn't resist. Taking a firm grip on Ahsoka's tube top, the Senator pulled it up and over the Jedi's head, exposing firm breasts, a purple nipple adorning each one. Ahsoka proceeded to tear apart Padme's clothing, her carnal Togrutan instinct coming to the fore. Shredding Senator Amidala's top, Ahsoka bent down and put the perfect breast in her mouth, licking a nipple, while fondling the other. Padme arched her neck back in delight, almost unable to believe her good fortune. Although married to Anakin Skywalker, she never had any qualms about the few times she had displaced her loyalty to him and gave in to more primitive desires. Eager to reciprocate, Padme reached up the little Padawan's miniskirt, felt her panties and started to rub vigorously. Trembling, Ahsoka fell back onto her mattress, legs apart and squirming with pleasure as the slender, experienced fingers of Senator Padme Amidala of Naboo stroked her clitoris. It was true what people said: Women knew their fellow female's bodies much better than any man. Padme, wet between her own legs from the excitement, laid flat on the bed, her head very near to Ahsoka's budding womanhood. Grinning, she gently licked the alien's folds. Ahsoka let out a squeal. This spurned Padme on and she licked faster and deeper every time, revelling in the ecstasy she brought. With on hand stroking her own pussy, in its partially shredded lacy coverings, the Senator continued to eat out the teenage Togruta. Suddenly and without warning, Padme felt herself sprayed with a warm liquid as Ahsoka herself moaned loudly enough to wake a Force-ghost. Padme lapped up the juice that saturated her face. The Padawan was a squirter. That would be a bonus. Shaking and screaming, another orgasm rocked the petite Jedi. "By the force," she panted after her climax had subsided, "that was extraordinary." Padme licked a finger. "Thank you." She giggled. "Ahsoka, get dressed. You have to leave in three standard hours." Padme got up off the bed and realised she had no wearable clothes. "Uh, Ahsoka, can you lend me something to wear?" All the Senator heard in reply was: "I kind of like you like that." Chapter 5 The public freighter orbiting Dac, Ahsoka gazed through the viewport at the blue planet below. She could see clearly the planet-wide oceans Mon Calamari, glistening and moist, like the enormous eye of some enormous space-dwelling behemoth. Ringed about it were its famous shipyards. Immense and majestic, they encircled the planet, a grey, artificial belt. Looking closer, the Padawan saw ships of all sizes under construction and the defensive turrets that bristled along the surface of the shipyards, an unpleasant reminder of the ongoing conflict. Ahsoka lay back in her seat and breathed a heavy sigh. It had been a long trip. Departing the Jedi Temple had been a relief and Padme had been a joy, but the week-long voyage from the Core to the Outer Rim had taken its toll on the young Jedi. After seven standard days in a cramped freighter with thirty other people, Ahsoka felt frustrated, anxious and, frankly, horny. Looking up, she squeezed her legs together as a particularly attractive female Twi'lek passed down the aisle next to Ahsoka's seat. The Twi'lek's incredibly tight green pants showed off an ample arse, undulating with each step the alien took. Her upper body was no less provocative. Cut off just below her breasts was a matching green top, perhaps even tighter than her pants. Silver rings encircled her Lekku that jiggled slightly whenever she moved. Ahsoka felt ready to burst. She wanted to jump up and slice the Twi'lek's clothes off with her lightsaber. She wanted to take her on the floor of the freighter, stripping off her own clothes as she did. She wanted to take those lovely breasts in her mouth and pleasure her womanhood with her thin orange fingers. Ahsoka shook herself. She knew she couldn't. If Ahsoka was to be a teacher, she needed control, a lot of control. Even so, Padawan Tano let her hand drop down, under her skirt, past her panties, and take her mind off things. The roar of engines woke the Togruta. They were beginning their descent into Dac. Finally, she thought. Peering through the viewport, Ahsoka took the brown hood off her head. The sight that her eyes beheld was magical. Like a jewel against endless blue, Ahsoka gaped at Coral City. Although the city in no way resembled coral, that did not diminish its beauty. Resting on top the ocean, great ringed spires shot up into the sky. A mass of large circular streets, buildings and connecting roads, the main city of Mon Calamari was a sight to behold for even the most enlightened and weathered traveller. The freighter Captain announced their arrival, a cheerful undertone colouring his voice, and directed the ship towards the nearest landing platform. Ahsoka bounded down out of the ship and onto the platform, her knee high boots clacking against the stone tiles. Cargo crates lined the rim of the landing, their silver surfaces scored and scratched from repeated use. A troop of massive binary load-lifters approached and with them, came a small Mon Calamari official. Ahsoka concluded that this deck officer was to be the instrument in her first step in finding Tundra Dowmeia's niece. In a typically watery Mon Cal accent, the official set his mechanical servants to their work; a webbed hand perpetually stuck holding a datapad. On his head he sported a white cap with a blue Mon Calamari Port Authority insignia on the side, a matching uniform adorning his body. The system's principal star beat mercilessly upon his water-rich skin and he took a small gasp for air. Hoping to avoid almost certain dehydration, the Mon Cal turned to leave his droids when a young Togruta caught his eye. Sunlight glinted off her skin, making a bronze beauty in the daylight. She approached him with a smile on her lips and a query in her eyes. He would do whatever he could to make this lovely young lady welcome on Dac. "Excuse me," Ahsoka politely called when she was within hearing distance. The Mon Cal official straightened his back and puffed out his chest, a veritable soldier on parade. "Welcome to Dac, miss. May I be of any assistance?" The Padawan tried to keep from giggling in the presence of this jumped-up frog. She realised that that would insult the little amphibian, so she retained her composure and met his stance with a militaristic one of her own. "That depends," Ahsoka said, "I'm looking for an associate of mine, in the main Quarren city. Do you know where that is?" The official inflated his chest, "Of course, miss. There is however, a matter of payment involved. I simply manage this dock. I do not make a habit out of lending free information out, even if it is to pretty Togruta girls." His aquatic features contorted into a leer and his large eyes looked her up and down, clearly making a note of Ahsoka's beauty. Ahsoka shuddered inwardly. She had hoped to avoid creeps such as these for as long as possible. Nevertheless, the Jedi learner deemed it paramount that she reach the niece of the senator of this world as quickly and as quietly as possible. Of course, there was still the matter of the irritant standing before her. Still, an exotic alien such as a Mon Cal had its excitements. "I don't currently have many credits," she lied, "I'm in a hurry. Is there any other way possible for me to pay you, kind sir?" Oblivious to the seduction in play, the Mon Cal official grinned. "Please, miss, call me officer Dram Doral. I would be happy to tell you the location of Reef City. For a certain...shall we say, favour?" He licked his scarce lips and gestured towards a growing bulge in his trousers. Ahsoka pretended to looked shocked, then angry, and then accepting. She pursed her plump lips and said, "Where?" This seemed to brighten Doral to no end, giving him an even more perverted look as a consequence. He leaned closer to Ahsoka and said, "Come with me." Ahsoka nodded and they both walked down a docking ramp and into Coral City. Having never had the chance to behold foreign cities at a leisurely pace, the young Padawan took full advantage of the tour the dock official unwittingly gave her. Bustling about domed structures surrounded by water, the citizens of Coral City varied much more so than Ahsoka would have thought. Apart from the expected Mon Calamari and Quarren inhabitants, there were Twi'leks, Zabraks, Bith, Rodian and even some of her own kind, as well as many others. Clearly, Coral City was, with its astounding environment, a place for the enjoyment of Dac without actually getting wet. The Mon Cal official led Ahsoka down to a small drinking establishment. As Ahsoka made to enter, she was stopped by her aquatic companion. "No, miss. Not inside. Follow me." Curious, Ahsoka complied. Still holding her hand, Dram led her around the building and down an alleyway. For all the sparkling brightness she had witnessed, Ahsoka decided this particular pathway perhaps diminished such beauty. Water and moss lined the already damp stone, and a gloominess that could not possibly exist elsewhere hung over the alley like an impossibly oppressive blanket, stained with ill-doing. "This is where you're taking me?" the incredulous Padawan her companion by her side. Doral just grinned. "Come over here," he said, indicating a rather grimy bench. Feeling more than a little repulsed, Ahsoka reluctantly did as she was bid and sat down. She felt stale water on her skirt and soaking into her panties. How anyone could possibly be aroused by such an atmosphere was beyond the sweet little Jedi. The Mon Cal must be enjoying a break from the sun, she thought. She felt her leering escort sit down next to her and whisper in her ear. "We're going to have some fun," he rasped, "Or, rather, I am." He laid a webbed hand on her trembling thigh, just before the skirt, rubbing it. His other started to stroke her blue and white montrals. Realising that this creep might do this for hours, Ahsoka resolved to finish him quickly. After all, she was here on a mission, and the mission always comes first. She pushed his hands away and jumped onto him, straddling his uniformed body. Surprised but not upset, the Dram did not resist. Kissing his neck, Ahsoka reached for in his pants and drew out a hard, thick, red member. She slid down him, settling her knees on the slippery stone of the alley way, putting her face in front of his extending manhood. She licked her lips; it had been a long time since she had a meal like this in front of her. She reached up with one elegantly orange hand and enclosed her partner's lust, feeling it throb under her grip. He was now hers. Groaning as the little Togruta vigorously rubbed him, Doral couldn't believe his luck. A beautiful young alien, not even past teenage-hood sat before him, completely under his control. Suddenly, she stopped. He was about to remind her of her incentive when he saw Ahsoka lower her head, and open her mouth. He almost bellowed in pleasure as he felt her luscious purple lips envelop him and her tongue greet him. Sinking further and further, Ahsoka took his entire length down her throat and generate unbelievable suction. He place a hand over her budding horns and press down. He was rewarded with an arousing sound of gagging. Unwilling to let him kill her by oral sex, the Jedi stated to bob up and down, energetically, as she raised her big blue eyes to meet his own. Her Padawan braid flew about almost as much as her breasts bounced with the motion. She could feeling him getting closer and closer, and just as he was about to release, she stopped. He glared daggers at her. "What is the meaning of this, slut!?" She raised her head off him and stood up, letting his frustrated eyes behold her beauty. "Tell me the location of Reef City, first." Dram was to near to let anything obstruct his goal. The Mon Cal gave in too easily. "Okay, okay. First, head to the main AquaTram station. Look for bay 23. Get a ticket and board in the next week." Ahsoka's eyes narrowed, "Why in the next week?" "Because after that, all passage to Reef City will go through Senator Dowmeia's new Pressure Tube lines." "And what are they?" Dram looked as if he was going to explode, which he wasn't. "They are a new system of transport, much faster than the AquaTram. Now could you please finish what you started," he pleaded, indicating to his groin. Ahsoka looked at it with disgust. Having no desire to relieve Dram of his burden, she reached out with the Force and threw a small crate at his head, knocking him out cold. The mission always comes first. Chapter 6 The AquaTram station was thronged with people. A veritable multitude of citizens and travellers, the bustling crowds featured a diversity of species larger than had been at the docking bay. Set underneath the main city complex and underwater, the AquaTram hub was sealed tightly, for obvious reasons and supplied with air via large vents that looked like worms, swimming to the surface for oxygen. As Ahsoka treaded a grated walkway by one of the inter-city transport, she noted that the every wall of the station was made of transparisteel, so the commuting masses could enjoy a range of aquatic scenery as well. For the young Jedi however, seeing such amounts of water all around unnerved her. Initiating some calming breathing exercises, Ahsoka continued. Ahsoka's Task Pt. 01 Bay 21, Bay 22, Bay 23. She found it. Ahsoka passed a particularly fierce-looking Weequay and entered the boarding chamber. There was only a few beings seated inside, mainly Quarren, overlooked by a single uniformed Mon Cal inside a ticket booth, who possessed the look of distaste usually inherent in those who unsuccessfully try to hide their bigotry and xenophobia. Concealing her own look of repulsion for the Mon Cal, who bore the same facial structure and bearing of the repugnant Dram Doral, the Togruta asked him when the next Tram was due for Reef City and how much a ticket would be. Though most Calamari retained a portion of the melodious liquidity in their voices for which their species was admired, this particular specimen commanded no such oral level. Rather, just about the opposite. "Next one's going t'be 'ere in a couple minutes. Those Squidies'll go too, I think. Good luck," He rasped, indicating the seated natives of Dac. Ahsoka did her best to keep the irritation out of her voice. She could never stand hateful beings. But then, having distaste for such ones could also lead to hate, she reflected. "Okay, good. And a ticket costs?" "20 creds," the Mon Cal replied, "Republic." Ahsoka shot the booth operator a frown, dug into a pocket of her skirt, ignored the Mon Cal's appreciative look, gave him the correct amount, heard a whir of machinery form behind the desk and was given a metal ticket. "Thank you," the Mon Cal grinned, "Please take a seat. Your carriage will be here shortly." Taking notice of his sarcasm, Ahsoka sat down anyway. She wondered. How would this niece of a senator react to her? So far, everyone she had seen on Dac either was perverted, mean, or conceited. And the only fathomable consistency among them was the city in which they lived. Chapter 7 Ahsoka found descending rapidly into lower depths of the world-wide ocean quite an ordeal. She felt enormous pressure building in her ears, despite the depressurized cabin that she was riding in. Apparently, no other sentient on board seemed to mind. They were just sitting down, talking amongst themselves. No disturbance. Nothing. The young Jedi attributed this indifference to the fact that all other passengers were either from Dac or another 'water-world'. No other beings seemed interested in Reef City. After several uneventful hours, Ahsoka, talking to a fellow passenger, felt the transport slow and finally come to a stop. She exited the AquaTram in a hurry, as if getting away from it would rid her of the distaste she know felt for such methods of moving about. Being one of the first to get off the near-derelict tram, Ahsoka saw Reef City instantly. A maze of swim-tubes, meeting bulbs and underwater transport platforms, the place looked like a hive. And not far from where Ahsoka stood was a young Quarren girl, surrounded by a retinue of tough looking guards. As this teenager approached the Jedi, Ahsoka swallowed, for she knew who this was. The girl smiled. "Ahsoka Tano, I believe. I am called Shiam Howmeia. Welcome to Reef City." End of Part 1 Ahsoka's Task Pt. 02 This story is set in the Clone Wars Era, before the outbreak of Civil War on Mon Calamari. The characters and setting in this story are not my creation. All Star Wars rights belong to George Lucas and Lucasfilm. This story is not meant to degrade Star Wars in any way and is just for enjoyment. * Chapter 1 Inhaling deeply of the salty artificial air that hung about her like a thick shroud, Ahsoka graced the Quarren retinue across from her with a broad smile. Perfect and somehow predatory teeth were revealed, set back against the rich magenta of her plump lips. It was a sign of an easiness that she did not feel. But that didn't matter now; the mission always came first. Shiam Howmeia stayed where she was, stroking a face-tentacle, beholding the Jedi. An attractive one, no doubt, but was she experienced? That was what she needed, an adept in techniques and ways that would free her, although, such practices would undoubtedly be considered distasteful by her elders. If this Ahsoka Tano was what her uncle had promised her, however, that gave Shiam hope that all would be well. Raising a hand, the Quarren beckoned her new teacher over, grabbing all the power of the situation and devouring it, just like she had learned from her uncle. Ahsoka missed nothing. She knew she was being sized up and she knew she was being praised as a new underling. If she was so eager to lick up control of the situation, Ahsoka found it fun to fantasise what else the Shiam would eat. Let that adolescent squid delude herself, she thought. There would be time later to correct such arrogance. Looking about at Reef City, Ahsoka approached her new student, rocking her hips in exaggeration for good measure. It was only then she realised the potential pleasure this trip might bring. Being of the same age as her, Ahsoka expected a less developed girl than what stood there. The senator's niece was dressed in aquatic finery, though no jewels or pendants adorned her; it was her form that raised Ahsoka's Togrutan lust. Tight, blue, coral-like fabric was stretched over perky breasts, somewhat larger than Ahsoka's own. The dress that the girl wore descended down past wide hips, cut off rather north of the knees of a pair of elegant legs. Shiam's cream-coloured skin contrasted nicely against the shimmering blue of the dress. As the Padawan got closer, she noticed that her new student was perhaps a few inches taller than her, making Shiam even bolder in her stance. This was going to be fun. Ahsoka bowed low. "Greetings, Shiam Howmeia, niece of Senator Tundra Dowmeia. I understand you already know, but I am Ahsoka Tano, Jedi Learner and Padawan to Anakin Skywalker. I serve at your pleasure." When Shiam smiled thinly, Ahsoka thought it was patronizing at first, but soon she realised Quarren were not physically capable of more. "On behalf of my esteemed uncle, I thank you, Padawan Tano." Behind Shiam, Ahsoka thought she caught the slightest hint of a nod from one of guards, as if in satisfaction. Casting it from her mind, she turned her attention back to Howmeia. "What am I owed such appreciation for?" She said, in her most formal voice, feigning puzzlement. Shiam still smiled, her small toothed mouth exposed to its limit, eyes glittering. Behind her, several of her guards shifted impatiently, although they did so in silence. "We are grateful, Ahsoka. For your presence, as well as for the approval of the Jedi in such...trying times. We understand that the war has put much stress on your entire order." Ahsoka nodded, not correcting the Quarren's mistake. The Jedi didn't even know about this. "Well, having a senator for a relative does seem to help in any situation," she observed with a wry grin. "Well, at least in the republic." To the best of her ability, Shiam mirrored Ahsoka's smile. "Indeed. Come, I have a transport waiting." Dowmeia's niece signalled her guardsmen and gestured back down a short pathway. Although enclosed cities, such as those on Dac and Rodia, were not the Togruta's choicest place of home, Ahsoka eyes revelled in the underwater splendour of Reef City. Situated in the niche of a massive mountain, The Quarren capital generated a feeling of exaggerated exotica, as if such impressions were necessary. Emerald green plaz-windows kept the water out, hugging the well-lit city dwellings as a mother clings to a newborn. Outside, a veritable mass of aquatic life dwelled, eels, fish, small predators and countless other species attracted to the relative light of Reef City. It made for great watching and Ahsoka was not going to deny herself such a luxury. Her bright blue eyes leapt out into the water, intent of filling themselves to the brim with strange and wonderful things. There was a small brown snake-like creature with seven fins, a baby Choarn, pursuing a shoal of even smaller blue dots into the reeds that grew around the base of a Quarren dwelling, their eyes larger than their bodies. Turning outward toward the vast liquid expanse, the Togrutan teenager glimpsed a pod of huge pod-like shapes that could only be Whaladons. Ahsoka had heard of the large sentient mammal residents of Dac, but had never seen one. Not even for a moment. An increasing humming noise brought her vision back to her body. Shiam's breasts could be seen, jiggling, along with hem of dress climbing her creamy thighs, as she jumped up and down, a rather disturbing contrast from the ladylike picture Ahsoka had first met. The Quarren was saying something. "Hurry up, Miss Tano. My driver won't wait forever. Go on. Get in." Ahsoka realized the humming was an engine, and the engine belonged to a vehicle. Long and smooth, the personal transport of Howmeia resembled a squid; its several rudders shaped like tentacles and the front cabin a bulb. Though this resemblance was noted, Ahsoka felt the distinct impression, as she got into the vehicle, that she was climbing into a giant phallic symbol. If this was true, and it certainly seemed like it, the arrogance of the Quarren males was much larger than anything Ahsoka Tano expected. On the ride over to the senatorial apartments, the young Jedi sat back and wondered if the entire culture was ruled by males. If it was, then training this young girl in the ways of independence was going to be a vital, and dangerous, task. Chapter 2 Shiam Howmeia's home, in keeping with her somewhat elevated stature among her people, was high up on the same monstrous underwater rock that held Reef City in its hardened and perpetually unmoving grasp. Through a small viewport in the transport, Ahsoka could see a ring of ornate structures in the distance, all arches, domes and turrets embedded in the rock. At first, she had been hardly able to distinguish the apartments from their base; they were almost the same shade of grey as the mountain. She mentioned this to Shiam, confused, as she would have thought the Quarren would be eager to display their buildings in regal splendour, the same way the Mon Calamari did. "Ah, but Ahsoka, we do have such expressions of art," the strangely lovely teen had said, "The reason for what you see is simple. There's a shield around our dwellings. It camouflages just as well as it protects." Shiam had sat back with a faint smile upon her face, which was, to Ahsoka, almost as indistinguishable as what had just been explained. Now, as the young Jedi sped quickly through the water, the suspiciously rod-shaped speeder's engine humming noisily, she looked across, to the other side of the seat that spanned the width of the cabin, where Shiam sat. The Quarren was lounging against the soft fabric, stroking a tentacle contemplatively, and staring at the roof. Her provocatively short dress had become shorter, bunching up when she sat down. Now, swirling patterns of natural blue discoloration had begun to show, tracing their way up her leg. Ahsoka knew full well of such body decorations, her own orange skin embroidered at birth with white markings all over her body. But, although hers were much in evidence, these were the first of Howmeia's that she had noticed. There must be more, the Togruta thought, and she found herself looking at her new student in a manner less than appropriate for a teacher. Predatory eyes gazed at Shiam intensely, absorbing her slim musculature, her enticingly plump breasts that sat there, waiting to be caressed; appreciated. Even the tentacles on her face carried a certain lustful sense, each and every one potentially a new experiment, a thoroughly innovative instrument. The girl was very appealing. This was a fact Ahsoka needed to act on, now. Well, the Padawan thought, if my job is to educate my little student, why not start now? When she was sure Shiam would not notice, Ahsoka slid across the seat's soft material, slowly, savouring the cooling sensations it gave her legs. She brought herself up close and laid a hand on the skin of Shiam's exposed thigh, feeling her exquisitely soft and chilled skin drawn over firm muscle. The Quarren girl jumped, more in surprise than fear. "P-Padawan Tano," Shiam gulped through quivering face-tentacles, "what are you doing?" She received no reply. Orange fingers danced on her leg, pleasurably warm to the touch. She shivered. Never had she experienced such a strange feeling; the teen was heating up inside, yet her calves and forearms were in the hold of goose bumps. She saw the Jedi beside her inch closer until their bodies were pressed tightly together, Ahsoka's perky breasts a fraction away from her own. She shivered again and an unsteady breath shuddered out of her well-bosomed chest. But she did not shy away. Ahsoka could feel Shiam's heart, through aquamarine fabric and cream-coloured flesh, racing. The teenage Jedi smiled inwardly; she had barely gotten started. The Togruta, on her side, raised a shapely leg and draped in gently across the Quarren. Her new student's apprehension was almost palpable as Ahsoka stroked Shiam's leg, raised her head and fell into her student's eyes. Azure, and splintered with grey flecks, they were normal eyes for her species. Yet suddenly they were filled with longing and desire the likes of which Ahsoka had only ever known in one other: herself. As Ahsoka gazed at Shiam, her work took on new meaning. No longer was she carrying out another task, a new mission. She was awakening another sentient to new plains of possibilities, she was leading another into understanding the Force. Filled with a new determination, Ahsoka leapt onto Shiam, throwing her dress back and ignoring her shouts of surprise. Her guards were in the front of the vehicle and were not able to hear her. Some said to be alone with a lustful Togruta was dangerous in the extreme. Ahsoka couldn't fathom why. Panting now, she tore at Shiam's dress with sharp nails. The fabric was costly but fell to tatters under the straddling Padawan's assault. Howmeia's aquatic face only increased in shock as she beheld herself. Now naked with only shreds of her dress remaining and a horny Jedi atop her, she made to rise and stop this crazed Padawan, but Ahsoka pushed her back. Now she was scared. Her arms pinned back by those of her new teacher's, she kicked about with her legs, hoping to dislodge this predator. She didn't. About to yell for her guards, Shiam found herself transfixed by Ahsoka's stare. It carried all the fierceness and danger that could be expected, but the niece of Senator Tundra Dowmeia saw something else as well: a strange expression of sincerity, of affection. It was buried under the aggression most certainly, but it was there and it was for that purity that Shiam embraced what was happening. She hit a button on the side of her transport and her seat started to recline, soon becoming a small bed. At this, Ahsoka flashed a grin of savage appreciation. Riding her student as much as one female can ride another, Ahsoka let go of Shiam's arms and grabbed at her breasts, noticing that they were covered in intricate swirls of blue that ran down all the way to her groin. The breasts themselves were far plumper than Ahsoka's and very soft. She leant down and took one blue nipple in her mouth, pinching the other lightly. For this, she received a gratifying moan from Shiam's small mouth. She flicked the nipple with her tongue and noticed the taste was akin sea salt. Perhaps most things on Dac did. Ahsoka moved down the Quarren's body with her tongue and felt the slight bumps of a blue pattern. Following it, the Togruta found herself staring at the sapphire lips of Shiam's tight and untested vagina. Very pleased with herself, Ahsoka went to kiss the beautiful creation, but she found herself stopped. Shiam had Ahsoka by the horns of her montrals and lifted her head up to face her. Eyes wide with consternation, the Quarren shook her head. "This is what I am here for," Ahsoka spoke quietly, trying to ease her student's fear. "This is what I was meant to do. Please, Shiam Howmeia. Let me do this. I would never harm you." For a long time, Ahsoka was held like an animal and she began to think that she had failed. Gradually though, she felt Shiam's grip loosen and finally, disappear. "Alright, Ahsoka Tano," the Quarren whispered, laying her head back as she did so. The teenage Jedi need no further bidding, glad to be free of her student's restriction. Although the fires of passion had been quelled within her, they were not extinguished. Lighting them once more, Ahsoka kissed the folds of Shiam's womanhood, letting hesitant drops of liquid mingle with her own saliva. Her Quarren student wriggled slightly and Ahsoka was pleased her actions were taking effect. She kissed again, and when she touched the moist petals, the Togruta started to hum a tune she learnt when she was a child. Moans began to seep out of the senator's niece. Ahsoka took a fleshy vaginal lip in her mouth and gave, in reciprocation, her tongue. Slowly seeking, her wet muscle delved deeper into the welcoming well of Shiam. As she felt warm liquid start to flow, she pulled back. Out. She didn't want another species' fluids on her. Not yet, anyway. She heard the yearning and frustrated pleading come of her student. But Ahsoka paid it no mind. Her orange fingers wet themselves in her own mouth and she quivered with the self-penetration, even if it was only in her mouth. Next, she slid them up into Shiam, and the Quarren groaned in appreciation. Ahsoka shifted her position over Howmeia slightly, her face screwed up in lust and concentration. Then she found it. She discovered that little nodule; the centre of all pleasure. Rubbing vigorously and noting the violent squirming, moaning and yelling of Shiam Howmeia, Ahsoka decided to devote a hand to her own throbbing loins. It was a lucky thing, too, that the guards in the front of the car could not hear them, although Ahsoka could not comprehend how. Shiam's face-tentacles flayed about as orange fingers sped faster. Throwing back her head, Ahsoka looked through the roof into the ocean around them as she came, the outside water now her own liquid. The experienced Senator Padme Amidala had been right when she praised Ahsoka's squirts as a boon. The two teens came simultaneously in the midst of flailing limbs, ejaculation and throaty screaming. Shiam did not rupture in orgasm, but Ahsoka certainly did. On top of the Quarren, over her waist, Ahsoka's vagina had let forth a veritable stream of warm, transparent enjoyment. The flood made its way down, as Shiam leant back further than she realised, to the student's mouth and she lapped it up without hesitation. As their ride came to a stop and, it could be seen, as the naked and dripping Quarren stepped out beside the dishevelled, smiling Togruta in front of guards and a surprise welcoming party, that they had become rather good friends. Chapter 3 Gaping mouths and shocked expressions seemed to be the least of the duo's worries. As Shiam stepped out into the sealed dome, strings of fluid her only garb, Ahsoka rushed to stand in front. This might have been taken nobly if the Togruta's clothes were not in tatters, and if she did not have a half-giddy expression plastered on her pretty face. A little less than quiet, whispers from the awaiting crowd drifted to Ahsoka's ears. Ignoring them and mainly concerned with the obvious, Ahsoka cleared her head and made to brave the crowd, hoping Shiam would follow. Unfortunately, the Quarren student never made it. As Ahsoka moved forward, red boots clacking somewhat unsteadily on the stone of the docking platform, Shiam's legs wavered and gave out. Ahsoka noticed and beckoned to the guards to carry her away. The poor thing can face reprimand later, she thought dismally, as she was now the only one to stand before the most certainly horrified welcoming committee. "Greetings from the Republic," Ahsoka said uncertainly to the Quarren who seemed to be dressed the most regally, a short vest of white patterns over a rich full-body robe of the same colour. The rips in her tube top were little, those in her skirt mercifully revealing only her orange legs and perhaps a hint of her panties, but still she fought the overwhelming rush of embarrassment. "I am Ahsoka Tano, Jedi Padawan to Anakin Skywalker, the Hero of the Republic. I am here at the behest of Senator Dowmeia to instruct his niece Shiam Howmeia in the ways of the Force." The one she addressed cleared his throat, "O-on behalf of the Quarren clans of Howmeia and Dowmeia, we w-welcome and thank you, Padawan Tano. I am Lord Sheel Howmeia, head of clan Dowmeia. This is my wife Lady Tranda Dowmeia." He beckoned a pale-face woman over. Gold rings encapsulated her face-tentacles, matching a long dress of pale yellow fabric. Quite young, Tranda seemed the most composed of those assembled. "Greetings, young Jedi," she said, "May your visit be fruitful and enlightening." Ahsoka was surprised by the courtesy. "Thank you, Lady Dowmeia. I hope Shiam's sudden removal could be excused." "Of course. Our daughter's nature is her own," Tranda replied, "But I do hope she will be ready for tonight, yes?" Ahsoka assured Lady Tranda that her offspring would be prepared, though she couldn't say for what. "What is happening tonight?" she asked. The Lady faltered slightly, and Ahsoka thought she glimpsed annoyance in her light-blue eyes. "Why, my dear, this night shall have the finest food, drink and entertainment the clans of Howmeia and Dowmeia can provide. After all, it is a rare gift, one we have never had, for a Jedi to grace our home." Ahsoka was flattered, but more concerned with excusing herself from the presence of the crowd. Some of the more curious males were developing hungry looks, the Lord Sheel not exempt from this group. "You do me too much honour, but could I maybe leave for now? I am not exactly presentable," Ahsoka told Lady Tranda. The good Quarren looked over Ahsoka and her tatters, and nodded. "I do believe that is quite necessary, Padawan Tano," she said with all the manners of a courtly sentient, "If you'll follow me." She led Ahsoka across the platform and into a lift that shot up into a large emerald-green building, leaving her husband to disperse their retinue. The Padawan herself was impressed with the composure of Tranda Dowmeia, as they both flew up the structure side by side. A tall Quarren, and of the same complexion as her daughter, the wife of Sheel Howmeia appeared to be the portrait of a stately woman. That is, until she grabbed, suddenly and without warning, Ahsoka's groin. "What are you doing!?" Ahsoka shouted in surprise, as she jumped in shock. Tranda's smile could not have been more benevolent. She squeezed the Togruta's young flesh beneath her skirt, making her cry out. "My dear, you were brought here to please others. You're life, as a Jedi, will always be to serve others. Your kind is the most selfless in the galaxy." She squeezed again, this time letting a finger prod the Jedi's moist well. "You have travelled far, Ahsoka. You need to relax," Tranda purred, starting to pull at the confines of the Padawan's miniskirt, frayed as it was. Ahsoka's Task Pt. 02 A bolt of pleasure flew to Ahsoka's head, coursing its way up to her montrals. "Wha-What about Lord Sh-Sheel, my lady?" She asked through clenched teeth, getting no reply. Her head felt light and her knees weak. She is better than I am, Ahsoka thought, and slammed an arm against the walls of the elevator when she felt the cool digits of Lady Tranda worm their way up her skirt and into her vagina. "Ahhhhhhh! Fuck me!" she said, disbelievingly. Ahsoka could feel the alien fingers against her walls, exploring. She was already bone-tired from her ordeal in Shiam's transport, and now this! It was too much! Lights exploded in front of Ahsoka and every breath she took was a ragged cry. Her pussy pulsed under the assault, but that only seemed to egg on the invasive squid. Calm as ever, Lady Tranda Lady stood by her side; an outstretched hand was all she needed. The only emotion visible on that proper, tentacled face was a slight smirk of satisfaction. On the edge, Ahsoka was about to fall when she heard a slight ding. As the elevator stopped, so did Lady Tranda, taking her hand away with a wet slither, leaving the Togruta to double over in exhaustion, knees bent. In front of her stood two cheerful-looking Quarren, who gazed back at the regal Lady Tranda and the panting Padawan with fluid dripping down her legs, staining the whites of her stockings as it did. As the smiles of the waiting Quarren faded, so did Ahsoka, hitting her head on her way down to the stone floor of the elevator of her molestation. Chapter 4 The windowplaz facing the trackless depths of Dac's oceans threw dapple light over Ahsoka's face in the otherwise black room. She blinked groggily. "Where am I?" A familiar face of tentacles and a lusciously full body appeared out of the dark. "My dear, you are with those who love you." Ahsoka grimaced. "Lady Tranda. I suppose I have you to thank for right now?" The Quarren noble leaned close to Ahsoka's face, breathing a reply. "Yes. We had fun in the elevator didn't we?" She tittered, a squelching sound almost unrecognisable. "Hmm. Fun. Not the first word I'd use. I don't know, I think rape fits better, don't you?" Tranda brought her hand around and cupped Ahsoka's face. "Darling, if you deem that rape, you might want to take note of your surroundings." She did. A thick metal pole sprouted from the ground behind her like some industrial tree. Another pole spread out from it that held crossbars. Ahsoka was hanging by her arms, tied to the metallic gaoler with thick rubbery coral. Suspended, a cry of shock escaped her purple lips as she looked around. She was situated in the middle of a small hexagonal room, the right half of which had windows exposed to the sea. One and only one door could be seen, directly in front of the Togruta. Reaching out with the Force, Ahsoka made to grasp for her lightsaber, but it wasn't there. Though the Jedi had no fear, she could not help her big blue eyes widening. "Why do this?" she asked, though it was only then that Ahsoka noticed that Lady Tranda was dressed differently. Very differently. She wore an aquamarine corset that barely covered her pushed-up breasts. They were much larger than Ahsoka's own. For her lower body, all the Quarren wore was a tight G-string, of the same colour, exposing her pale and patterned arse. As she moved, Ahsoka realised that it was all some kind of leather. "If you are to please my daughter, you must first understand what a Quarren lady likes to do, and have done to her. For that, I have lent my services." Blue thigh-high boots were drawn up over her long legs, making her seem even taller. The Padawan, despite her captivity, felt a slight wetness between her legs. "I was told by Senator Dowmeia," Ahsoka said, her eyes locking with her captor's, "That Shiam was different to you lot." Tranda snorted her contempt and circled Ahsoka, a hungry predator. "My brother is a deluded fool, who sits in his chair in Coruscant, sipping Spice-Wine and making demands of everything else. Oh, he is quite right to think that the Quarren women are sexual idiots and general simpletons, ruled by the men. It needs to stay that way. Do you know why, Jedi Ahsoka Tano?" Ahsoka shrugged. "Maybe you are actually sexual idiots and general simpletons, but you just don't want to admit it?" The sound of the Lady's boots stopped. Ahsoka thought she had won a victory. But her next thought was only pain as Tranda, directly behind the Jedi, slapped her arse so hard she thought her orange skin was on fire. Ahsoka screamed, loud and long. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" "No!" Tranda yelled back, and hit her again. "Our men are cruel, intolerant and unyielding." She took a deep breath, composing herself. "It is the women who rule here. They play war and we resolve it. We soothe their egos, we suck them dry. We are not fools." Ahsoka assumed a face of innocence, despite the pain. "It sounds like you're all subservient slaves, but hey, that's just me." Tranda's face was a black rage. She trembled all over and procured a whip, the handle made out of Dac coral, the tail a collection of Whaladon tendons. The Quarren stepped back, coiling the lash with piercing eyes. The next thing Ahsoka felt was a blinding pain over her tight womanhood, its coverings now completely slashed by Tranda. "Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrggggghhhh!" The noble alien flexed her face-tentacles in satisfaction as she saw a thin red line above the Togruta's vagina. Ahsoka glared through tears unbidden. "You better never release me, or I'm going straight for your watery neck, squid." The statement amused Lady Tranda. "Ooh, I think you haven't gotten the message, little Jedi," she mocked, and drew the whip back again. "Wait!" Ahsoka shouted. Tranda stopped. "What do you want, Quarren?" "Oh, Ahsoka. I want everything, all that there is to be had. But right now, I want you to do what I need." "And what is that?" The Padawan spat. Tranda edged toward Ahsoka, until their faces were almost touching. "My daughter lusts after many things: men, women, inanimate objects. It's why you're here. You," Tranda stroked Ahsoka's bare slit with the handle of her whip, "are her teacher. But if you teach her the wrong things, she'll end up a mess, without purpose or direction. She'll just be a great whore, like you." The Togruta's face was the pinnacle of doubt. Her captor continued nonetheless. "If, however, I was in control of her learning, she would be on the right path." Ahsoka felt the butt of the whip penetrate her. Fighting down a moan, she rolled her eyes in spite of herself. "And where does this path lead to, exactly?" Lady Tranda Dowmeia's back stiffened, her arse muscles twitched, and she spoke as if she was addressing an insignificant speck. "She will become Senator of Dac." At that, her captive's eyebrows raised. "Senator?" she echoed. "Yes, my dear. We both know she has the potential. To succeed, she'll need to know how to get what she wants, and the best way to do that is through straight, hot, sex." Ahsoka did not need to be Force-sensitive to see where this was heading. "And to learn this, she'll need me," she said, "who'll be in your service. Is that the way of it then, my lady?" Tranda nodded. "Good girl," she praised, her voice dripping a dangerous sensuality. "You deserve a reward for that. Can I name it, little Jedi?" As she spoke, she flicked a switch on her whip handle, now partially buried in Ahsoka's pussy, and it started to vibrate. Jolts fired into Ahsoka's body, their electric purposes sprinting into the pleasure centres of her brain. "Ohhhhh!" she moaned, her vaginal muscles involuntarily clenching themselves around the pulsing rod. In her heart, she knew she should never agree to this. It violated what she stood for as a Jedi, and as a citizen of the Republic. But her loins craved this vehemently. And she always listened to her loins. "I...I will do whatever...you...ask," she said, in-between gasps. "Just keep going." "Always," Tranda agreed kindly. "Do you want to know a Quarren secret?" she asked, forcing the last inches of the vibrating torture-turned-sexual-device up the Padawan. Ahsoka thrashed, her coral bonds cutting deep rivulets into her flesh as the initial pleasure shot through her. "What!?" She asked violently. Suddenly, the device stopped, and Ahsoka gasped in disappointment. Tranda kneeled down on the floor, a hairsbreadth away from Ahsoka's wet womanhood. "We Quarren women are prized for this," she said, more to the Padawan's juicy cunt than the Padawan herself, and pulled Ahsoka's stockings down to her knees. Tranda stopped a moment to gaze at her captive's pussy. It looked unbelievably tight, its purple colouring contrasting with the orange of her surrounding skin. Tranda looked at Ahsoka's face, admiring her eyes, her montrals, her lips. Her lips! Dowmeia thought. Her cunt looks like her lips! "Tell me what you're prized for, bitch!" Ahsoka pleaded angrily, frustrated, trying to remember that feeling of ecstasy so recently experienced, yet so long ago. "Shall I show you, my little Jedi whore?" said Tranda, as she looked up at the Togruta's face. Ahsoka glared back. "Please!" she begged, hoping that whatever it was would be akin to that thumping member. The noble Quarren Lady simply flexed her face-tentacles, leant in towards the vagina, and spread them all over Ahsoka's groin. Her small, toothed, mouth grabbed a violet petal gently and held it there as she set her tentacles to work. One slid straight into her, searching Ahsoka's depths, while another dove in right after and found her G-spot. Fires exploded inside her as Tranda worked her outer folds with yet another of those sexual tools. The Togruta looked down and hazily saw the bald head of her mistress twisting crazily; lapping up whatever fluids escaped her. "Oooooooohhhhhhhhh, yeeeeeeesssssss," she cried, as Tranda started to pump her pussy with an increasing number of face-tentacles. All the while, Ahsoka Tano, Padawan to Anakin Skywalker, could hear her Lady grunting out a deep and moist chuckle. Whatever reasons the alien rapist had, Ahsoka didn't care. This felt too good. She wriggled her body around, pressing against Lady Dowmeia's devouring face, shaking her steel entrapment as she did so. Her arms were numb, having not been moved for what seemed an age, but her lower regions were on fire. Tranda reached up and started to play with Ahsoka's breasts through her tube top, while still plunging three tentecles continuously into her. Everything felt so good! The Jedi gave herself up to the feeling, just as her engorged pussy would have done ages ago. There was something very freeing about surrendering your body for pleasure, Ahsoka decided. She had already been conquered, so why resist? She started to scream. Tranda had stopped kissing her purple folds and had committed every face-tentacle she had into drilling the poor Padawan. In and out they went, one after slender yet filling other. She felt like she was being gangbanged, but there were only two people in the room; the tied-up, helpless little Togruta, and the statuesque Quarren, dressed in leather gear and on her knees, eating out the former. Tranda had saved the best for last. She drew back, with only the tips of her tentacles in Ahsoka, and a huge, thick appendage pulled out from her mouth. It was another tentacle, but its base dwelled in Lady Dowmeia's throat. Ahsoka saw, and whimpered. Without further ado, Tranda Dowmeia lunged at the unprotected pussy, her swollen sword before her. The Quarren drove into Ahsoka, pushing back any defence. The massive member wormed its way inside of her, and started to thrust, just as its predecessors had. The Togruta screamed so loud the fish outside were startled, and swam away. Ahsoka could think of nothing else, just Tranda and her fury, mercilessly ploughing her into oblivion. She couldn't hold on. She let go. Juices sprayed out over her captor's face, causing Tranda to reel back in surprise as she chocked on vaginal fluid. Take that, you slut! Ahsoka thought smugly, still ejaculating her relief. Tranda cried in revulsion and wiped the sticky slime from her face. "So you're a squirter, are you? Alright, I can work with that. But right now we have a dinner to go to." She looked at Ahsoka. "Those are your only clothes," she extrapolated. "Don't worry, we'll find you some better Quarren garb." As Tranda stalked out to find some clothing for her, Ahsoka sighed and contemplated her next move. She was now a puppet, her strings dancing her to a tune. But strings could break. End of Part 2