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A Jedi In Need	By : RageTreb Category: Star Wars (All) > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 57770 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This was written to fit in with season 4, episode 14, "A Friend In Need." Aside from the wardrobe change at the end, this story could fit seamlessly into the episode as both Ahsoka and Bo-Katan go off-screen together.

Please excuse any typos, I kind of wrote this on the seat of my pants. Hope you like it!

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“Am I interrupting something?” Asked Pre Vizsla as he entered the tent.

“No, uh... of course not,” Lux Bonteri stammered, breaking off his kiss with Ahsoka Tano. “We were just, uh...”

“It’s time to talk business,” interrupted the Mandalorian. “Tell your woman to leave us,” he said, nodding to Ahsoka.

“Of course,” replied Lux.

Still glaring at Lux from their previous argument, Ahsoka felt her arm being grabbed by another Mandalorian Death Watch member, this one a woman, and was forced outside of the small tent to allow her foolish friend to negotiate with the dangerous terrorists.

As the Mandalorian marched the young Jedi through the snow, Ahsoka’s mind raced. IT was Lux’s fault they were in this mess. The Death Watch were sworn to kill all Jedi, so she had been forced to pretend she was Lux’s harmless fiance. Even if she had her lightsabers, she couldn’t use them without blowing their cover, and any Force use was out of the question as well. So for the time being, she allowed herself to be roughly manhandled by the woman, across the encampment and to another tent.

When they arrived at their destination, the armored woman shoved Ahsoka roughly through the entrance flap, forcing the Jedi to lose her balance and fall to the ground inside. The Mandalorian closed the flap behind her and tied the rope “lock” in a knot.

“Ouch,” moaned Ahsoka. “No need to be so rough...”

“I like to be rough with new acquisitions,” the Death Watch member replied, removing her helmet. Ahsoka was rather surprised at how beautiful the woman was. She assumed a hardened terrorist would be a bit more... rugged.

“Wait... acquisitions?” asked the Jedi, the words of the woman standing above her sinking in.

“I’m Bo-Katan, by the way, but you shall only refer to me as Mistress,” Bo’s lips curled into an evil smile as she eyed the young Togruta below her.

Ahsoka pushed herself back to her feet and said, “Uh... I don’t know what kind of arrangement you think I signed up for,” she said, slowly back away from Bo, “But I’m Lux’s woman.” Internally she hated saying such a degrading thing, but she had to keep up appearances.

Bo walked towards Ahsoka just as slowly as the Jedi was backing away, “That may be the case, but I get first dibs on ALL of the girls we get in this camp, and you’re no different. Lux didn’t say anything about bringing along his sweetheart. You could be a spy for all we know! He’s lucky we didn’t blast you into a million pieces the second we saw you. You may be his woman,” Ahsoka’s back hit something hard and metal. The wall of the tent? “but in exchange for springing such an...” Bo ran a gloved hand across Ahsoka’s cheek, “...adorable surprise on us, I get to treat you no different from any other new girl we acquire.”

Ahsoka was nearly speechless. “S-so... how do you treat new acquisitions...?” she asked, fearing the answer.

“Like this.”

In a flash, a short blade extended from Bo’s right wrist and in one quick stroke it was dug deep into Ahsoka’s thick winter coat and past her dress underneath, though the Mandalorian’s skilled hand stopped just short of the young Togruta’s soft flesh. As a Jedi, Ahsoka saw the action in near slow-motion, and it took every ounce of her strength not to react as a Jedi should. In one motion she could have her assailant pinned to the ground, but her and Lux’s life depended on her playing the part of the meek house wife. Another flash of movement and the entire front half of both layers of her garments were slashed, exposing her small, orange breasts to the cold air, making her dark nipples painfully erect. Immediately she rose her arms to cover her shame. Two more lightning-fast slashes of the blade and Ahsoka’s clothes were barely hanging on. With a rough tug from Bo, the tattered remains came off completely, leaving the young Jedi to struggle with covering her breasts as well as her smooth crotch.

Goosebumps formed on her skin as her teeth began to chatter, “I... c-could sc-scream f-f-for help-p-p...”

Bo pushed her hands against Ahsoka’s shoulders, pinning her bare backside to the cold metal surface behind her. The older woman leaned in close, her eyes hungrily eating up the sight before her, “You do that and I end you,” Bo-Katan said, before embracing her captive in a deep kiss. Ahsoka moaned in surprised, her eye’s widening at the sudden intrusion.

After what seemed like forever, Bo broke the kiss, “You seem like a smart girl... Ahsoka, was it? You’re just as submissive as the locals on this frozen rock of a planet. I strip you naked and all you do is cower. But then, that’s the smart thing to do, and you know it. If you try to escape, or yell for help, you and your hubby will be killed faster than you can blink,” the older woman licked her lips. “Although I can’t deny I like it when my acquisitions are feisty.”

That was all the excuse Ahsoka needed. Despite hating the fact that it would only make her captor more turned on, one quick maneuver was all it took to have her running for the tent’s sealed doorway. Just as fast as she was away from Bo-Katan’s embrace, a rope shot from the Mandalorian’s wrist and wrapped itself tightly around Ahsoka’s neck, causing her to gasp and fall backward onto the cold floor. The young Jedi gripped the ever-tightening cord, gasping for air as she felt herself being dragged back to the metal wall.

“So desperate to please your master!” Bo exclaimed as she finished dragging her prey back and pulled her up by the rope. “That’s sweet of you, bitch, but you’re not going to get far.”

Even if she allowed herself to show her true power, Ahsoka’s felt her consciousness slipping as her captor pulled out even more rope from a compartment in her armor and bound each of the young Togruta’s wrists and tied them to a pair of rings that stuck out from the metal wall. Still gasping for air, Ahsoka’s feet were then bound similarly, until she was spread-eagle against the back of the tent. Finally the Mandalorian lessened the Jedi’s noose and removed it. A loud gasp followed by sputtering coughs erupted from Ahsoka’s mouth, her chest heaving.

“You know, I have a real weakness for your kind,” Bo said, smiling at her handiwork. “A lot of folks prefer your cousins the Twi’lek, but something about you Togrutas I can’t resist.”

“You’re... sick...” Ahsoka panted.

SMACK

A gloved hand slapped Ahsoka across her face, tears instantly welling up in her eyes. “I’ve given you more than enough time to get used to how this arrangement works, slave<’ sneered Bo-Katan. “If you weren’t such a cutey, that rude little quip would have cost you a finger. As I said, you are to refer to me as Mistress, and that is only IF I allow you to speak, is that clear, bitch?”

As tears streamed down her face, Ahsoka growled, “Yes... Mistress.”

“Very good, bitch,” Bo grinned, moving in close to her captive, placing a gloved hand on Ahsoka’s left breast, kneading it softly. Ahsoka bit her lip at the sudden sensation. “Tell me, have you and your lover had sex yet?”

Despite the cold, Ahsoka’s cheeks turned red. “That’s none of your business,” she hissed.

Bo squeezed Ahsoka’s breast tightly in her grip, eliciting a scream of pain from the young Togruta. “I’ve just about had it with your defiance, slut,” she said, twisting the flesh.

Tears began to stream down Ahsoka’s face as Bo-Katan turned around and walked over to a nearby desk. Opening a drawer, she took out a small bag and brought it back over to the metal wall.

“First, we need to shut that defiant noise hole of yours,” said the Mandalorian, pulling out a small, metal, spherical object. Unceremoniously she shoved it into Ahsoka’s open, gasping mouth and a small click was heard before a metal strap extended from each side of the ball, wrapped around the Togruta’s head and tightened itself painfully, making the young Jedi moan through the metallic intruder, now securely fastened in her mouth.

“Next, we need to teach you some respect,” continued Bo, pulling out what looked like a small chain, roughly a foot and a half in length. Holding an end of the chain in each hand, she raised them to eye-level to allow Ahsoka to get a good look. At each end was a tiny clasp, that seemed to lock together by way of a very sharp-looking needle. Ahsoka’s eyes widened as she followed Bo’s hands down to her nipples...

“Mfff-hmff-frr!!!” moaned Ahsoka, struggling against her bonds.

Bo-Katan grinned devilishly as she sunk the first clasp’s needled into Ahsoka’s still-sore left nipple. The young Jedi screamed into the metal ball gag, barely loud enough to be heard by anyone outside the tent. As the clasp locked into place, a small drop of blood trickled down her breast, before Bo wiped it up with her hand and licked it of of her glove, smiling.

Ahsoka sobbed silently as the second clasp was pressed into her right nipple, making her scream again, but this time with less passion. Already she was becoming exhausted by the ordeal.

When the second clasp was secured, Bo moved her head down below Ahsoka’s heaving right breast, and licked the newly formed drop of blood right off of her soft flesh, making her captor whine. The Mandalorian stood back up and gave the Togruta’s new chain accessory and light tug, making Ahsoka yelp through her gag. “In case it wasn’t obvious, if you try anything again, I’ll tear this out, understand?”

The young Jedi nodded slowly, tears still dripping down her cheeks.

Bo-Katan bit her lip, “God I love that defeated look,” her hand wandered down to her nethers briefly before she regained composure. “I am going to ride you until you can’t walk straight, bitch.”

The older woman reached back into her bag and took out what looked like two metal rings. “I mentioned that I love Togruta’s, right?” She smiled. “Over the years I’ve slept with more of your kind than you’d believe, and as such I’ve learned all your weaknesses.” The rings clicked open, and Bo then reach over and clasped them around Ahsoka’s Lekku, one ring on each side. Instantly Ahsoka could feel the rings vibrating against her headtails. It was a very odd sensation. Bo recognized the confusion on her captive’s face. “You must have had a protected childhood. The Togrtua prostitutes I usually see know exactly what these things do. Your Lekku are erogenous zones just like they are on Twi’leks,” another wicked grin grew on the Mandalorian’s face.

Ahsoka’s body felt numb and her head felt fuzzy. The extreme pain she felt from the nipple piercings so tremendously exhausting that the numb buzzing of the Lekku vibrators just felt like white noise in her head. Bo-Katan was right, she HAD had a protected childhood, but that was only because she was raised in the Jedi temple like any other Jedi. The seedy underworld of her homeworld was not known to her, nor were the ways her species got themselves off.

Suddenly the young Jedi could feel a gloved finger slide against the warm folds of her vagina. Ahsoka’s eyes widened and with newed vigor she once again struggled in vain against her bonds. Bo-Katan laughed softly and gave her little slave’s chain a good tug, eliciting a grunt from the Togruta. The Mandalorian’s finger continued its slow assault on the younger girl’s soft folds, rubbing back and forth slowly as Ahsoka continued to struggle, moving her hips in vain. Grinning, Bo’s experienced fingers touched the young Jedi’s nethers in forbidden and unknown ways, all the while the Lekku vibrators buzzed away, clouding Ahsoka’s mind. As the invasion continued, a strange sensation began to well up inside of Ahsoka, one she was unfamiliar with due to years of diligent suppression of the more primitive emotions. Back and forth the fingers slid against her lower lips, stirring a deep-seating feeling that was gaining momentum, egged on by the sensual, unending vibrations tickling her headtails. This alien feeling, sexual pleasure, built up slowly and methodically, each second of torture rising the young Togruta higher and higher into a new place, until finally she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Mffffgghhh!!!” Ahsoka felt like her entire world was crumbling as pure ecstasy raced through her body, electrifying her Lekku and nethers, causing her to squirt the tiniest bit of lubricant from her teased pussy lips, wetting her captor’s gloved hand and eliciting a wicked smile from the Mandalorian. Giving her barely a chance to catch her breath, Bo-Katan quickly inserted her finger deep between Ahsoka’s folds, causing her to scream once more at the bizarre feeling. As quickly as she had inserted her finger, she removed it. “I knew that orgasm was one of a virgin’s,” she grinned devilishly, licking the juices off her hand. “You still have your maiden’s head, how cute.”

Ahsoka looked up at the Mandalorian with glazed over, drunken eyes, her mind swimming in post-orgasm bliss, panting through her metal gag.

“Normally this is where I’d get out the BIG toys, but you are too delicious,” Bo-Katan said, dropping to her knees. Without warning her mouth assaulted the still-recovering Jedi’s pussy, practically swallowing it whole, her tongue dancing between the hot and dripping lips.

“Mfff-rrffgh!!” Ahsoka’s eyes widened and she shuttered at the sensation, sending shivers all tthe way down to her feet, her eyelids fluttering. The older woman’s tongue snaked its way up and down the inner folds of the Jedi’s dripping snatch, swirling around her now erect clitoris. This, combined with the continued vibrations of her Lekku, sent the young Togruta into another cunt-shattering orgasm, forcing her to spray more of her girl-cum right into her captor’s mouth. Not a drop was wasted by Bo’s skilled mouth.

Without saying a word, Bo rose to her feet and removed Ahsoka’s ballgag, the metal band retracting back into the sphere. In a quick motion she kissed Ahsoka deeply, swirling her tongue around the young Jedi’s confused and twisting tongue. Ahsoka could taste a tangy and sweet flavor, and she realized with a small bit of disgust that she was tasting her own wetness. Disgust could not hold up against the continuing onslaught of pleasure her Lekku vibrators were sending, however, and even the bizarre taste of her own pussy almost seemed to enhance her pleasure.

Finally Bo-Katan broke the kiss, a small strand of drool connecting their lips before the Mandalorian licked hers. “You’re too inexperienced to know it, but that was the deliciousness of a virgin. You’ll never taste that good again, unfortunately.”

The Lekku vibrators continued their relentless assault on Ahsoka’s senses, causing her to moan. She couldn’t think straight. “I... can’t... unnnh...”

“You’ve never used your Lekku like this, so they’re overly sensitive,” Bo grinned, pinching the tip of one.

“Aaagh!!” yelped Ahsoka.

“See?”

“P-please take th-them off... ooh gaw--!” Ahsoka’s face scrunched up in a wince while she gasped a breathless gasp and her body shuttered, another small orgasm overtaking her.

“Confusion mixed with pleasure mixed with--” Bo gave Ahsoka’s chain a quick tug, making her yelp, “--Pain. No way in hell I’m removing those, slut. You’re just too delicious.”

Ahsoka’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as another mini orgasm shot through her body. They were starting to come quicker and more often as her mind swam with drunken, confused pleasure.

Bo-Katan extended her blade again and quickly cut all four of Ahsoka’s binding ropes, causing her to fall to the cold ground again. As she laid there, her body twitched slightly as the dull hum of her Lekku vibrators continued. Taking the remaining rope on the Togruta’s wrists, Bo-Katan tied Ahsoka’s hands behind her back, then took out more rope and bent her legs at the knees, binding each leg to itself.

“Wh-what are you doingggg!” Ahsoka moaned.

“Bitch, you’re the tastiest acquisition I’ve ever had, but I just can’t resist anymore.” In the corner of Ahsoka’s eye she could see the Mandalorian remove the lower parts of her armor, exposing her pale hips, pussy and legs.

Bo reached into her bag once more and pulled out a large, phallic-looking object. Another orgasm shot through Ahsoka despite the fear of what the object clearly was intended for shot through her mind. Despite the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her veins, Ahsoka feebly wiggled her body, slowly scooting across the floor, trying to escape.

“That’s adorable,” smirked Bo-Katan, lowering the phallus to her out dripping snatch. The older woman moaned as the inserted the smaller end into her folds, a faint clicking noise was heard before she removed her hand, leaving the silver dildo sticking out proudly from her nethers. Falling to her knees, Bo grabbed Ahsoka by her hips, and unceremoniously plunged the young Jedi onto the rod.

“AAAAGH!!” Cried Ahsoka, tears welling in her eyes again. For a few moments Bo-Katan held her there, as Ahsoka panted heavily, trying to get used to the size of the intruder. As painful as it was to break her hymen, the throbbing vibrations to her Lekku sent another confused orgasm through her body, mixing pain and pleasure and causing her to moan.

“You really are a slut,” smirked Bo as she began to move her hips. The phallus slid nearly all the out of Ahsoka’s wet, abused puss before plunging back in, eliciting another howl from the young Jedi. Again it was pulled out until just the tip rested on her nether lips, then shoved back into her tight, wet hole. Bo-Katan’s pace picked up, and soon another orgasm, this time one of pure pleasure, was building inside Ahsoka again, as she grunted with each thrust, still trying to get used to immense size and length of the phallic intruder.

“Oh... no...” moaned Ahsoka as her orgasm mounted inside her. “NOO!!” she screamed, waves of pleasure crashing through her, her no-longer virgin pussy clamping down on the fake dick and spraying her hot juices on the cold floor of the tent.

“You must be so ashamed,” sneered Bo-Katan, taking Ahsoka by the waist, lifting her up and pushing the Togruta’s back against her chest, forcing her up and down the phallus, so that Ahsoka was bouncing up and down her captor’s lap, allowing Bo to whisper in her ear. “Do you feel that uncontrollable pleasure? That hot, wet thrill of being taken fully by a powerful woman,” The Mandalorian bit Ahsoka’s ear and tugged a bit, “Your virginity will forever be lost, and not from your weakling husband, but from Mandalorian woman who you barely even know. You may think you’re heterosexual, but whenever you and your husband make love, you’ll know his cock isn’t enough. You’ll know you need a woman’s touch. But I’ll be long gone and you’ll be forced to settle for a clumsy, stupid man, bearing his children and suffering a life without true pleasure, only having the memories of this day to keep you going.”

“You’re... w-wrong...” Ahsoka gasped.

“Am I?” Bo grinned. “Have you noticed I removed my hands?”

“Wh--” Ahsoka looked down to see her still bouncing up and down the thick shaft, but Bo-Katan’s hands were at her sides. “N-no... agh!!” Another orgasm racked Ahsoka’s abused body. making her face wince and sending another small squirt of juices into the older woman’s lap, before falling back against her captor’s chest, panting like a whore.

Bo-Katan’s eyes closed as she moaned sensually. “It’s been years since I’ve gotten to break a virgin,” she cooed, stoking Ahsoka’s Lekku, causing her to shudder. The older woman unclasped the vibrating Lekku rings and tossed them aside , then slid the young Togruta off of the thick phallus, making a lewd and wet noise before tossing her onto the ground like a rag doll. Ahsoka moaned dully at the roughness.

Bo-Katan rose to her feet and removed the fake dick from her nethers and licked Ahsoka’s juices off the tip. “Doesn’t taste the same, I’m afraid. See?”

She roughly grabbed the Jedi by the top of her Lekku and shoved the phallus into her mouth, “Mff!” grunted Ahsoka, her sanity slowly returning to her. The tangy salty taste was slightly different, but Ashoka refused to acknowledge it.

Bo-Katan pushed the Togruta back onto the floor, the phallus still shoved in the girl’s mouth, then began to put her lower armor back on.

“Plegh,” Ahsoka pushed the fake dick out of her mouth. “Y.. you’re a monster,” she gasped.

“You think that now, slut, but just wait,” the Mandalorian grinned wickedly. “You think all that stuff I said earlier was just to get my rocks off? It’s true, every virgin I’ve broken and become addicted to the pleasures of feminine love, you’ll see,” she knelt down and cut the robes still binding Ahsoka before continuing, “The Death Watch is going to be stationed here for at least three more cycles,” she made to her way to the doorway and untied the knot. “I’ll be here waiting,” with a wink she was through the door into the blizzard outside.

Ahsoka forced herself to get to her feet. On a nearby rack hung some robes which she hastily put on. Standing inside the dark tent for a moment she touched her Lukku, sending a jolt of pleasure through herself.

Get it together, girl, Ahsoka said to herself. You’re a Jedi, you’re above this.

She walked out to the blizzard, her legs wobbling a bit, hoping that Lux wouldn’t notice how weird she was walking.
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