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