A Fury in Orange and Silver – Ch.1: Arkee
It's been weeks since she left … well basically everything behind her.
All she was, all she ever had known, she had thrown it all away. She had left the Jedi Order, she had left everybody she had cared about and she had left … him.
Ahsoka curled into a ball, tightly hugging a pillow. She missed her master. She missed teasing him and being teased by him. Heck, she even missed being called "Snips".
She buried her head in the pillow.
There was no going back, though, and neither would she want to. They wouldn't trust her. They couldn't be trusted. Only her master had ever trusted her and they didn't trust him either. Stupid jedi. Stupid, arrogant jedi.
Anger swelled within her, and her jedi training alarmed her that she was not supposed to give in to that anger. But she was a jedi no longer, she was free to do what the jedi always preached and yet always forbid: she trusted her feelings.
Damn the jedi! May the force strangle them all!
As she jumped up, the pillow she had so tightly hugged crushed into the wall on the opposite side of the room, where it remained as if held in place by nails. Ahsoka watched with sadistic pleasure how a mere thought of her mind ripped the pillow apart and sent feathers flying everywhere. She laughed as she commanded the force to rip the feathers into a thousand pieces each, then weakly sank back down onto the bed and began to sob. The single feather she had left intact landed in her lap. She carefully picked it up and kissed it as she laid down.
"Master", she whispered, closing her eyes.
She gently stroked the pristine feather with her thumb and pressed it close to her chest.
"Master", she mumbled again.
A divine smile crept across her lips and a single tear escaped her eye. For ever so brief a moment, the orange-skinned Togruta teen seemed perfectly at peace, then she sank into the comforting darkness of sleep.
A few hours later, Ahsoka awakened to a veritable mess.
Feathers! Feathers on the floor, feathers on the bed. Feathers covered her head and the clothes she had laid out for today – well, actually she had laid them out for today a couple days back, but that hardly mattered, did it? Feathers everywhere!
No, it had not been a bad dream. She really had left.
She closed her eyes again and laid back down.
Enough!
She kicked the blanket off with all her might, then jumped out of the bed herself. For weeks, now, she had done nothing but sleep, whine about her decision, and sleep some more. It was time she finally stopped and started doing something productive. But first … she needed some breakfast, as her growling stomach reminded her. She hadn't eaten for days, nor had she met people in quite a while and the loneliness was starting to affect her mind, slowly driving her towards insanity, so she decided to actually leave the room she had rented in this shabby little inn somewhere in the lower levels of Coruscant. Not much, but the best she could afford - for now.
Of course living in the lower levels meant there was danger everywhere and indeed, she had seen enough scum in her short stay to last her a lifetime. The food tasted as if a Bantha had farted it, the air was but one step short of toxic and she was convinced the liquid that passed as a drink, here, most semi-intelligent species wouldn't dare touch without gloves.
On the other hand, nobody would be looking for her here. And thanks to her knowledge in the force, it was child's play to get rid of the occasional drunk annoyance that wanted to talk – and quite possibly do more than talk – to her.
She sighed as she walked down the stairs and out of the inn. The possibility was quite high that she would have to get rid of one such annoyance prior to her breakfast.
Booze, spice, death sticks, the vast majority of people in this neighbourhood – if it could be called that – were constantly stoned on something and the local drug cartels made sure it stayed that way.
Something touched her butt, then started to rub it.
"My, you's a nice lil thing, ain'tcha?"
Ahsoka turned on her heels and slapped her assailant so hard he fell over.
"Go jump a building, Sleemo!", she shouted angrily, then turned again and stomped off and into the next place that could – with a lot of goodwill – be considered a diner.
Sheesh!
She let herself drop onto a bench and exhaled.
Relax, Ahsoka. You're having breakfast – well, lunch actually, by the time of it – anyway, you're about to eat, and you're not going to let some deadbeat junkie prevent you from enjoying your bowl of whatever slop they consider edible, here.
To her surprise, whatever it was she was eating turned out to be rather delicious. Perhaps it was just because she was famished, but once you got past its appearance and accepted that the greenish slimy whatever was going to enter your mouth and creep down your throat, it wasn't too bad. She would definitely come back some other time and -
She bolted as the big something hit the road outside with a very loud, wet thump. It must have fallen from quite a height, for the something that might well have been a humanoid being once was now an unrecognisable heap of meat.
Nothing out of the ordinary, really, every then and now a victim of some "accident" would fall all the way down to the lower levels of Coruscant. Ahsoka knew that. And yet she stood there and quivered as the blood left her face.
Why here? Why today? Why now? It couldn't be. It simply couldn't.
Her eyes moved frantically, desperately searching for something that would disprove her fear.
Please. Please, no! No! Please don't let this be true!
Ahsoka didn't know whom she was pleading to. She just stood there, screaming in silence. Praying to an unknown deity that would release her from this nightmare.
She recognised the jacket the bloody something was wearing. The drunk lecher from before had been wearing something similar. Something very similar. But that couldn't be. She hadn't used the force. She didn't make him leap to his death. She didn't kill him. She didn't want to kill him. She … did she?
With the last bit of control she had over her mind, Ahsoka threw a few credits on the table, then she ran out of the diner. Out into the streets. Away! That's all she wanted, just away. Left? Right? Didn't matter, was all the same. Just run! Fly! Flee!
She ran until her heart and lungs reached their utmost limit and a heavy pain in her chest forced her to slow down and stop. In a back alley, she leaned against a wall and sank down to the ground.
How long had she been running? Where was she? And what the heck was she going to do? She didn't know. She didn't care. Right now, she had to concentrate on breathing or she was convinced she would suffocate.
Her respite should only last so long. A hooded figure walked into the back alley and towards her. Straight towards her. Ahsoka forced herself up and onto her feet.
"Ahsoka Tano?", the hooded guy asked.
"No!", she almost screamed. "Wait! I didn't do anything! I didn't mean for anything to happen! I -"
He was not going to believe her. Just like nobody had been believing her during that bombing incident. Only this time, their accusations could well be justified. She didn't even know, herself, what she had or hadn't done.
"Stay away from me!"
She slowly backed away but the stranger did not react to her words at all.
"Stay the fuck away!"
Ahsoka lifted a garbage bin with the force and threw it at the stranger who was neither surprised by what he had just seen nor made he any attempt to change his course. Without slowing down, he sidestepped the projectile that would have killed him, had it hit, and closed in on the frightened Togruta girl who was stumbling backwards.
Ahsoka wheeled around to run but bumped into another hooded guy who must have been standing behind her. Why had she not felt him in the force? Who were they? What..?
Without saying anything, the second guy pressed a stunner into her belly and but fractions of a moment later, thousands of volts rendered her unconscious.
Ahsoka awoke in a bright room. It must have been night, by now, for a look through the window – well, actually the entire wall to her right was a single large window – revealed a city wrapped in darkness yet gleaming with a myriads of lights. Despite her circumstances, Ahsoka couldn't help but admire the sight.
Beautiful.
But the sight also revealed that she had been moved quite a height, as from wherever she was, she could overlook a large part of the city. Whoever owned this place wasn't poor.
She looked up. There wasn't a single lamp. Instead, a sophisticated glowing pattern covered the ceiling and part of the walls. She followed strings of the pattern for a while then forced herself to stop looking at it and turned her head left.
An exquisite greyish carpet extended through all of the otherwise white room. In the middle of the room, there was a small table with two comfortable-looking sofas.
At the back of the room, there was a door on each of the walls.
Some strange tall plants of red and blue colours and a couple large paintings were all that decorated the place. Ahsoka liked it. Simple. Bright.
As for herself, she was spreadeagled on top of what seemed to be a table of some sorts and tied down at her wrists and ankles with a soft rope that – surprisingly – held her quite tightly and didn't budge an inch when she tugged on it. Pulling wouldn't break this rope.
Ahsoka looked down on herself and found that her clothes had changed. Instead of her usual red gown, she was now wearing what appeared to be a long white and very soft … bath robe?
That was absurd. It's true, she hadn't exactly showered the past couple days as she had been too busy with grieving her walking away from the jedi but certainly, she wasn't abducted just to be bathed? And she had been washed, as her happily tingling skin told her.
She enjoyed the thought that her captor could be some old lady that would come in and nag about how it was important to bathe regularly and that she was very disappointed in how she had let herself go and blah, blah, blah.
She chuckled, but only briefly. Then she blushed as it hit her that whoever bathed her must also have undressed her and seen all of her. Ahsoka shook her head. Why was she worrying about what had happened when the fact that she was tied to a table and what might come next should worry her more?
Keep your mind here and now, where it belongs, Ahsoka, she reminded herself, then pulled again at the ropes.
You're so soft, why won't you break, damnit?
After a while, she stopped pulling.
Well, if you won't break for me, let's see how well you fare against the force.
Before she could try, though, a door across the room slid open and a woman entered the room.
Ahsoka tried to characterise the woman as she came closer.
She seemed to be of about average height, perhaps at the lower edge of average, her skin was pale and her hair long and of a very light shade of gold, almost silver.
White boots, long white gloves and an elegant, short white dress... yup, that woman certainly seemed to like white.
"Ahsoka", the stranger greeted her happily, as if it was the most natural thing in world, "how very nice to finally meet you."
Ahsoka was dumbfounded and for a moment, she simply gawked at the stranger whose beautiful bright grey eyes seemed to softly glow and whose thin lips curled into a soft smile. Ahsoka had planned to snap at her but the joy the stranger portrayed seemed so genuine she didn't have the heart to.
"I was so hoping we would find you in time."
In time? In time for what?
"I apologise for the way you were brought here. Seriously, I've told them time and again that they – but do they listen to me?"
The strange woman sighed.
"They are blunt tools, but they get the job done."
Ahsoka had wanted to say something but the scene that presented itself to her was so different from what she had expected would happen when that door opened that she hardly managed to open her mouth.
"Anyway", the woman continued, "you gave me quite a fright when you darted off like that. Don't do that to me. We could have lost you."
This woman made absolutely no sense. Ahsoka was certain she had never seen her before. What's more, that strange woman had her abducted and brought here - wherever here was - against her will. Why was she acting so friendly and familiar? And if she cared so much about her well-being, why the fuck was she tied to a table?
"Wh- who ..?", Ahsoka forced out of her mouth, finally breaking her stupor.
The strange woman gasped and her eyes widened, as if she just remembered.
"Oh, sorry, where are my manners? I'm Arkee", she stated, as if that explained everything, then curtsied.
"You've probably never heard of me. After all, nobody speaks of those long dead, right?"
Arkee smiled at the confused Togruta on her table.
"Dont' worry, you'll learn much more about me very soon."
She had spoken gently and with a warm voice, yet the way she pronounced 'very' sent shivers down Ahsoka's spine.
"Don't worry so much, darling, I mean you no harm", Arkee claimed.
Ahsoka didn't feel any deceit from the woman and decided that if she wasn't in immediate danger, she could afford talking to this Arkee.
"Then why am I tied down?"
"A mere precaution. I don't want you to leap at me or to escape before you've heard me out."
Her lips parted for a grin.
"Besides", she added with a strange glint in her eyes, "it's much more fun this way, isn't it?"
"What do you mean, it's more - hey, where are you going?"
Arkee walked around the table and out of Ahsoka's sight - revealing to Ahsoka that her white dress wasn't covering her wonderful back - and returned with a chair and a small bottle but without her gloves. She placed the bottle on the table, right next to Ahsoka's head, and the chair just behind Ahsoka, then for a moment simply stood there and gazed at Ahsoka with her beautiful bright eyes.
Wonderful? Beautiful?
What was wrong with her? It was true, that Arkee was quite ... marvellous, but ...
There, it happened again!
"Hm?"
Arkee leaned down to Ahsoka - very close to Ahsoka - and stared into the very depths of Ahsoka's blue eyes. Their lips almost touched and as Ahsoka was drowning in a sea of pure silver, she wished nothing more than that they would.
Before she could tilt her head and let it happen, though, Arkee straightened back up - much to Ahsoka's disappointment.
"You're flushed, but you seem alright to me", she said and grinned.
"You're a very naughty girl."
If she had been flushed before, Ahsoka didn't know what she was now. And yet she lacked any rational explanation for her feelings, her ... desire.
"Wha- What have you - done - to me?", Ahsoka asked, trying in vain to calm both her voice and her loudly pounding heart.
"Done to you?", Arkee echoed innocently, "you sound as if I forced something on you, when in truth, I simply ... emphasized what you already perceived."
"Why would you ..?"
Arkee grinned mischievously and bowed back down to Ahsoka, but this time, she placed her head to the left of her orange guest's.
"Come on, Ahsoka, where's your sense of adventure? Don't you feel excited?"
Her voice was soft and wrapped itself around Ahsoka - like a comfortable blanket.
"E- excited?", Ahsoka repeated, fighting against both, a sudden dizziness and a strong urge to rub her head against Arkee's.
"Hm-m", Arkee hummed, "for days you've done nothing but beat yourself up and now you're tied to a table in a strange room by a strange woman who you don't know anything about nor what she will do to you, and are forced to think about something else than how miserable you are. I'd call that exciting, darling."
Despite herself, Ahsoka's heart skipped a beat when she heard that last word.
I will not lose to you, Arkee, whoever you are, I will not ...
"Good, you're finally fighting." Arkee seemed amused. "It will be so much more fun if you struggle, don't you think? Do you remember all the fantasies you were having when these pirates captured you? Those very, very naughty fantasies?"
"How..?!"
"Really, Ahsoka, you should know."
Finally, Arkee straightened back up and Ahsoka breathed in relief.
"The force is a very convenient ally, after all, isn't it?"
Arkee walked behind the dumbfound Ahsoka and sat down on the chair she had brought earlier.
"The ... the force? You don't feel like a jedi, to me."
Arkee's lips curled into a smile.
"That's because I'm not."
"You don't feel dark enough to be sith, either."
"That's because I'm not", Arkee repeated as she opened the small bottle she had placed next to Ahsoka and poured its contents over her own hands.
"But jedi, sith or neither, my training should have made me immune to any force tricks."
"Yes, it should have", the pale woman chuckled as she carefully rubbed her hands together, spreading whatever it was she had poured over them.
"But it didn't. Not against me."
To Ahsoka's surprise, horror and ... delight, Arkee started massaging her lekku.
The lekku of a Togruta were similar in purpose to those of the Twi'lek and stored some parts of their brains that held memory. To ensure they were handled with proper care, they were very sensitive. Touching them was considered highly erotic amongst the togruri.
"Arkee!"
Ahsoka tried to wiggle free of the tender caress that felt so damn good and made it hard to think straight, but the soft ropes held her firmly in place.
"Please ..."
"Shhhhh, darling", her assailant whispered, "relax. We are the same, you and I, which is why I know that after the last couple of weeks, you are in desperate need of a ... comforting presence."
Ahsoka shivered as the nimble white fingers slid down the back of her side lekku and back up on their front.
"Let me be that presence. Let me make you forget your past loneliness."
Her hands slid all the way up Ahsoka's small montrals, briefly massaged their very tips, then down their back and her middle lek.
It felt wonderful. How bad could it be to just relax and let Arkee have her way with her? Wait , she did not just think that, did she? Ahsoka forced herself to fight the pleasurable feeling that was threatening to paralyse her reasoning and the growing urge to just give in, forget all that had worried her since she left the jedi, and let whatever would happen happen.
Damn, that did sound like a great idea. She needed to think of something else - and quickly.
"What do you mean, we are the same?"
She gasped as Arkee' skilled fingers explored the folds where her hind lek met her side lekku. Instinctively, she tried to jerk her head away, only to find that the ropes held her tightly and that she was very much at Arkee's mercy.
Arkee, of course, noticed and continued to massage these exact spots mercilessly. Her orange victim gasped and squirmed and twitched, but Arkee never let up.
"Have you ever heard of jedi legend Volfe Karkko?"
"No!", wailed Ahsoka, more in response to her tormentor's caress than to her question.
"Of couse you haven't. There are few alive who know of him and fewer still who would speak of him - except for the Anzati."
Arkee finally moved on to other parts of her lekku and Ahsoka's twitching started to get less intense.
"You see, Volfe Karkko was the first - and last - of the Anzati to ever complete jedi training. And large parts of the Anzati continue to revere him, even almost a millennium after his imprisonment."
"Imprisonment?"
Arkee slid her hands up Ahsoka's montrals again.
"As you were taught in the temple, they are humanoid predators, hunting - predominantly - other humanoid species. All Anzati share a hereditary hunger for the soup of other sentient beings, that they suck out of their victims' brains with tentacles normally hidden in some cheek pockets of sorts."
Had she been feeling normally, Ahsoka would have cringed at the thought. Thanks to Arkee, though, she wasn't exactly feeling normal and most of her thoughts were about Arkee. Beautiful Arkee. Why was she filling her mind with horror stories? And why did her hands feel so damn nice?
"The hunger starts as a simple inexplicable itch", Arkee continued and tickled the tips of Ahsoka's montrals.
"If left unsatisfied, it will never be more than that."
It felt good, but faint. Ahsoka stretched herself, hoping it would make Arkee massage her more thoroughly. Wait, that wasn't right, she should be -
"However, once an Anzat has had his first taste..."
Arkee slid her hands a bit lower, assaulting a larger part of Ahsoka's montrals with a pleasant feeling and Ahsoka happily rubbed her head against Arkee's hands.
"... he will want more.
Her hand slid even lower.
"And more."
Lower.
"Until finally ..."
Ahsoka closed her eyes and prepared herself for what had to come next.
Ever so slowly, Arkee's fingers crept closer and closer to the spots that until moments ago, Ahsoka had not even known herself were the most sensitive on her lekku.
"Please dnh-"
Arkees fingers slipped into the folds where her lekku joined and for a moment, Ahsoka could do nothing but gasp while waves of pleasure threatened to drown her.
"... it spins completely out of control", Arkee finished her sentence.
Ahsoka wanted to struggle but the ropes didn't allow her. She could do nothing but toss her head left and right, trying in vain to escape the pleasurable tickling.
By the time Arkee finally let up and went back to massaging larger parts of her lekku, Ahsoka was breathing heavily. Her captor – for whatever reason – wanted her aroused, and damn, it was working. She had never imagined it was possible for her lekku to feel so good, but it was; it definitely was. Ahsoka couldn't help but imagine how it would feel if beautiful Arkee - cruel beautiful Arkee - would violate her with all her might and just never stopped. Oh, how she would struggle, scream, plead. The white woman would ignore her protests, of course, and the merciless rope would keep her in place, helpless, while she, herself, would slowly lose her mind...
Was she already losing her mind? She needed to stop thinking like this.
"Karkko himself had never tasted the soup. And in his arrogance, he thought his jedi abilities would put him above the addiction and that therefore, there was no danger in tasting it once. A mistake. He started hunting regularly and got more and more greedy, taking even other jedi as prey. Eventually, he was declared a threat and hunted down. He's been imprisoned for close to a millennium, now.
Her massage had become softer, and Ahsoka finally felt confident enough to form whole words with her voice.
"A millennium?"
Arkee nodded.
"The Anzati are a long-living race. Some of the older ones are even older than the republic itself."
"But what does this have to do with you? With us?"
Arkee smiled - a sad smile.
"Volfe Karkko had a padawan, at one time. A female Anzat. At the time it was thought that an Anzat was best trained by another, especially because the Anzati were still a race about which only little was known. And also, many jedi distrusted the Anzati and were happy to have somebody else take care of her. After Karkko was captured, the jedi decided to never again train Anzati as jedi. For the Anzati are inherently force-sensitive and naturally develop a way to force their will on other beings, which is, of course, very useful when they hunt. Though the jedi were trained to be immune to that kind of influence, when coupled with a jedi mindtrick, even the more powerful jedi had a hard time defending against them. To prevent another Karkko, it was decided for the padawan to be cut off from the living force."
"They can do that?!"
Ahsoka was shocked. It sounded too violent for the teachings of the jedi as she were taught them.
"They can, and they have done so in the past, although they haven't for a very, very long time. A cruel thing to do - similar to blinding a non-force-sensitive being – but still, it was deemed the only safe way to deal with Karkko's padawan."
"But she hadn't done anything wrong!", Ahsoka protested.
Arkee forced another smile.
"No darling, she hadn't. Yet when she learned about their plan and fled, she was quickly declared a sith and knights were sent to hunt her down. Bring her to justice, they called it. I'm sure that sounds familiar to you."
Ahsoka remembered her own escape, how she was framed, how nobody would believe in her and it infuriated her that apparently, the jedi were just as prejudiced and flawed as the rest of the people they so arrogantly patronised. How could she have remained blind to the hypocrisy for so long?
I understand, her former master's last words to her echoed through her head, more than you realise, I understand wanting to walk away from the order.
Had he known? Had he felt?
Arkee's voice brought her mind back to where her body was.
"After many months, the tired and desperate padawan decided to stop running. She rigged a stolen speeder with explosives and flew it into the jedi temple.. and that was the last any jedi would ever seen of her."
Ahsoka averted her eyes and looked out of the window to her right.
Had she not been caught, would she have ended up like that as well? Always on the run until she lost all will to continue and ..?
Arkee's massage had toned down to a careful and slow caress and as Ahsoka closed her eyes and enjoyed the comforting closeness and warmth of her new acquaintance.
"Arkee?", Ahsoka eventually broke the silence.
She knew. She knew but she needed to hear it.
"Arkee, are you ..?"
"I was", the white woman answered, "I was that padawan."
For a while, they just remained like that. Neither of them saying anything.
This time, it was Arkee who broke the silence.
"Damn, I totally killed the mood, didn't I?"
Ahsoka hadn't expected that and began to chuckle. As she did, Arkee let go of her lekku, walked to the other side of the table and … crawled up?!
She felt the white woman slide up between her spread legs, up her belly, up her breasts until finally, their eyes were aligned.
Arkee's weight on her body felt quite comfortable and although there was a dress and a bathrobe separating their bodies, Ahsoka felt her strange companion's warmth permeating her own body, intoxicating her. And her eyes, those silvery depths drawing her in...
Ahsoka felt her heart thumping loudly again.
"That's better, isn't it?", she heard the voice behind the silver seas breathe, "relax..."
Arkee's cheek pockets opened and Ahsoka bolted.
"Arkee?!"
She screamed but she couldn't do anything. The ropes still held her and Arkee's weight prevented her from moving anything but her head.
"What are you..?! Why are you..?!"
"I said … relax!", Arkee commanded calmly, and almost instantaneously, Ahsoka felt her body go limp.
"Please ...", she pleaded weakly, "please don't."
That was all she had the strength to say. She closed her eyes and prepared for what had to come next. A gentle hand forced her head up and something very thin tickled her nose. Ahsoka twitched - her body's last weak attempt to break free – then she felt it.
Something hot and soft pressed against her lips. Ahsoka didn't move, couldn't move, was all but paralysed. She waited. Any moment now, long thin tendrils would ram themselves up her nose, into her brain, and suck out her soup, whatever that was, extinguishing her in the process. She wondered what it would feel like. Would she just silently fade away? Or would excruciating pain shred her mind?
But no matter how long she waited, nothing of the sort happened.
Or had it happened already? Was this how being one with the force felt?
Something hot and soft tickled at her lips and slowly, they parted – almost on their own - allowing it to protrude into her mouth where it massaged the tip of her tongue while a soft feeling nibbled at her upper lip.
Ahsoka opened her eyes. She wasn't dead, she was being kissed.
For a moment, she just laid there, trying to figure out what just happened, while Arkee ravaged her mouth. It felt great, but what the hell was happening?
When Arkee finally ended the kiss, she looked at the dumbfounded Togruta and laughed. A clear laugh, a happy laugh.
"You're … terrible", Ahsoka protested, "I really thought I'd be ..."
Arkee tried to stop laughing, failed, then tried again and chuckled.
"Why- why would I have bothered explaining all this to you if I just wanted a quick slurp? Besides ..."
She pointed at the small dangling stubs protruding from her cheek pockets, just long enough to reach beyond the tip of her nose.
"There's no way I'm going to suck anything with these, is there?"
"The jedi did that to you?", Ahsoka asked, noticing the small burn scars Arkee's tentacles ended in.
"No", she replied, "I did that to myself. As a reminder and to make sure I would never repeat my stupid master's mistake."
She placed her hands on Ahsoka's lekku and retraced her mutilated tentacles.
"But the past will have to wait", she said as she resumed massaging them, "I want you. Here, now, and until we both go insane."
Ahsoka blushed again.
"Why me?"
Arkee licked Ahsoka's lips.
"Why not? You're lonely, I'm lonely, we both share the same kind of past and you want to feel my warmth every bit as much as I want to feel yours. And ..."
She leaned in for a kiss.
"... you're very cute."
She kissed her and slid her fingers into the cavity between her orange victim's lekku that she had explored earlier.
"Come on, admit it. You haven't felt this excited since you and Barriss experimented with force-masturbating each other."
Ahsoka's eyes widened.
"Will you stop using the force to lift embarrassing memories from my mind?!"
Arkee kissed her again.
Yes, she did feel excited. Very excited, in fact. Her heart raced and her breath grew heavier with each moment the white woman had her way with her. Perhaps she should just … enjoy it?
"Oh well", Ahsoka said, bashfully averting her eyes, "it's not like I could resist anyway."
Arkee grinned again.
"The ropes? I could get rid of them, but you don't want me to, do you?"
Another hot kiss burned into Ahsoka's lips and she felt it all the way up into her brain.
"After all the time you had to be strong for others, you enjoy being helpless for once."
Ahsoka moaned softly as Arkee licked and sucked on her left lek. That woman knew what she was doing. And by the force, did Ahsoka want her to keep doing that.
She said something, but didn't remember what it was. Her hazed eyes sought Arkee's lips and her whole body leapt with joy as they pressed against her own again.
The pleasure from her lekku could just as well have originated from her very brain and it violated her every thought.
She tilted her head up and let the hungry white Anzati lips nibble on her throat. Her chest heaved quickly and always quicker as her breaths grew shorter and shorter.
"Arkee!", she moaned, "Arkee!"
"Don't fight it. Let it happen."
Her lover sped up her caress. Nimble fingers danced over her lekku into her very brain and suddenly, nothing mattered anymore. Ahsoka moaned and howled as her body went into spasm and white hot pleasure filled every fibre of her body.
"That's it", Arkee breathed, "keep it up."
Instead of slowing down now that her orange victim was orgasming, Arkee intensified her massage. She was now violently kneading her new lover's lekku and she seemed to like it.
Ahsoka's screamed as she came again and then again and again. She pulled at her bounds, tried to twist her body, she jumped and bolted as much as the ropes and Arkee's weight on her allowed, but there was no escape, no break, just white hot pleasure. She bucked and bucked until she lacked the strength to do so, she howled until her throat wouldn't surrender more than a soft moan and when Arkee finally stopped, she completely lacked control over her trembling body.
"That was amazing, Ahsoka."
Yes, yes it was. How many times had she come and for how long? She didn't know, nor did she care, but it had been awesome.
"I -", she tried to catch her breath, "I didn't know touching my lekku could do that to me."
Arkee kissed her, then slid off her and off the table.
"Come, let's sit down and chat. I'll let you catch you breath before I do you."
She gestured at the sofas in the middle of the room then took a couple steps towards them.
"You just did and I can't get up."
She was probably grinning again. Ahsoka couldn't see Arkee anymore, but she was definitely grinning again.
"Don't be silly, Ahsoka. We just warmed up. And the ropes..."
The white Anzat happily skipped into view again.
"In a way, they are like you: really tough if you try to break them by force, but a gentle push in the right place ..."
She closed her eyes and the ropes undid themselves and slid to the ground.
"... and they fall for you."
Ahsoka blushed.
"E- even so, I still cannot get up. My limbs simply lack the strength to carry me."
Why hadn't she denied the part about falling for her?
"Oh?"
Arkee faked a surprise.
"Then I suggest you get your strength back quickly, you'll need it."
Ahsoka was lifted up and slowly levitated to the couches as Arkee walked below her.
Arkee sat down at one end of the couch and the force that held Ahsoka aloft slowly lowered her onto the same couch such that her head came to rest in Arkee's lap.
Arkee gently caressed Ahsoka – in a non-sexual way, this time.
"I'm sure, you have a lot of questions. And I do owe you an explanation, don't I?"
Ahsoka closed her eyes and simply enjoyed the warmth of her new friend. And that's what they were, right now. Whoever that Arkee was, whatever Arkee wanted of her, whatever sinister plan she might have hidden from her, right now, she felt like a friend and Ahsoka wanted to treasure that for as long as it would last before she ruined it by learning the truth.
Her thoughts wandered to her other friend. The one who had betrayed her, Barriss. She would never see her green friend again. Never embrace her again. Never laugh with her, not even exchange a kind word. She had remained blind to the truth up to the very last moment. And she'd rather have died than learn the horrible truth. More than what Barriss had said about the jedi, it was the fact she had tried to frame her that pained Ahsoka. She herself had had her reservations about the war, and by now, she had lost the respect for all jedi but her former master, yet Barriss …
Despite herself, she sobbed, and for a while, she simply laid there and cried seeking comfort in her new lover's gentle touch.
Please! Please don't betray me. Not you too. Not now.
When Ahsoka had calmed down enough to re-open her eyes, she was greeted by Arkee's gentle face. Arkee never had stopped her caress nor had she said a word. She simply looked at her, comforting her with her mere presence.
Beautiful Arkee. Wonderful Arkee.
Ahsoka found she could use her arms again and she reached above her, gently touched the soft white cheeks, then pulled herself up and kissed Arkee's gleaming white lips. Tears started to flow again and she embraced Arkee, hugged her tightly to her chest and cried. Arkee just sat there, hugging her back until eventually, this flood ebbed as well and Ahsoka regained at least some of her composure.
She found herself kneeling on the couch, still hugging the sitting Arkee below her, and without letting go of her, she forced a single word out of her mouth: "Why?"
She buried her head in Arkee's neck and increased the force with which she was pressing her to her chest.
"Why?", she repeated, that's all she could manage.
Perhaps Arkee would now break her heart. Perhaps she would tell her a convenient lie that Ahsoka would want to believe. Perhaps she would be used as a mere tool, no more than a pawn to be sacrificed in a game of dejarik. Or perhaps, just perhaps, there was no ulterior motive...
Either way, Ahsoka needed to hear it. And though she flinched when she felt Arkee open her mouth, she was going to hear it.
"After I had faked my death all these years ago, my mind was in a similar state."
Arkee's voice sounded distant and faint. She spoke slowly and her words were loaded with pain.
"I hated the jedi for the injustice they had done to me, and I very nearly fell victim to the dark side."
She carefully stroked the occasionally still sobbing orange Togruta in her lap.
"Ironically, what eventually prevented my fall, was the very hatred that threatened to consume me. I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of becoming the very thing they had declared me. It was then that I realised the jedi code to be utter nonsense."
She huffed.
"No emotion, just peace, yeah, I felt very peaceful right then. My non-existent emotions could have strangled a rankor in his prime."
Ahsoka smiled carefully, she liked the picture.
"No ignorance, just knowledge. And yet in their ignorance, they sought to destroy me out of nothing but fear", Arkee continued.
"No passion, just serenity. And yet we had been told to trust our feelings. A joke. The jedi would rob themselves of all that made them living beings to represent a cruel and abominable mockery of life. A caricature. And yet they presume to patronise other beings. No, I didn't want to have anything to do with that kind of life anymore."
Arkee must have noticed she was starting to lose her composure because she took a deep breath before continuing.
"So I turned to the sith code that I had read about during my studies at the temple, and it sounded much more like a life worth living."
And with that, she started to recite.
"Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Yes, that most definitely matched my set of mind better."
She looked at the orange Togruta.
"Strength, power, victory, and the promise of freedom – for one such as I, who had nothing and nothing to lose, this was most certainly more alluring than the faked peacefulness the jedi had been teaching – and as I understand, are teaching still."
Ahsoka found it hard to disagree as she remembered how she had dissected that pillow earlier in her room at the inn. The inn – that could not have been more than a couple hours, perhaps days, back, and yet, it seemed an eternity away.
"And yet, when I had fried a merchant with force-lightning only because he tried to cheat me, I decided that this path, too, was inherently flawed and too violent to be worth pursuing."
Arkee raised her head and looked out of the window.
"The galaxy is more than simply black and white, there are hues of grey, beautiful threads of silver, and they weave the very fabric of life. I wanted to become one such silver thread."
She turned her eyes back at Ahsoka.
"A millennium is a long time. I've honed my skills and trained in loneliness, always keeping an eye at the jedi temple. I watched with satisfaction as one by one, all who knew of me died, either on some mission or of old age. And I started collecting jedi drop-outs. Made sure they wouldn't fall to the dark side, taught them what I knew, then sent them on their ways. What they do, where they are, I don't know. I don't even know how many of my silver threads are still alive. We don't have a code, we don't have a purpose. We train in the force because we can and we use it as we deem best for whatever benefit would suit us."
Arkee leaned back, put a hand beneath Ahsoka's chin and gently forced her head up.
"You, darling, could become a very special thread. I've waited a very long time for somebody to experience the same kind of injustice I had experienced and live through it. Most others either killed themselves or were caught or slain by the jedi. You, on the other hand, you walked away. I could complete your training and teach you how to avoid your pursuers."
"Pursuers? I'm not being pursued anymore, I'm done with the jedi."
"No, they will come looking for you. By now, the two guys that had been following you must have come to. They will have reported to their masters that they were knocked out by an unknown amount of beings that had somehow managed to sneak up on them, and that they have since lost every track of you."
Ahsoka's heart skipped a beat.
"I – I was being spied upon? By the jedi?!"
Arkee chuckled, but it sounded dry.
"Did you really think the jedi would just leave you alone? They trained you in the force, and in a way, that would render them responsible for the havoc you could wreck if you so chose. And they want somebody ready to take you out if you should fall to the dark side. Though they really must fear you to send two of their shadows at once."
She didn't know what to say. Shadows? And they would have ...
"Am I to understand that the jedi maintain assassins?"
"Quite so. Although very few within the jedi order know of them and none would call them that. They aren't assassins, they are – ahem- shadows, they lurk about and strike at targets designated to them by a subset of the jedi high council, and are never seen by any other members of their order."
Ahsoka could not believe what she heard. Was everything she had known – no, thought to know, about the jedi a lie?
"How do you know about them?", she asked.
Arkee grimaced.
"I ripped that information from the mind of the first shadow they sent after me. As I said, the Anzati's natural influence over the mind of other beings coupled with a jedi force trick is a powerful weapon, and I had learned from Volfe Karkko himself."
"You mean like you did with my ...", Ahsoka blushed, "... memories?"
"No, that was a much easier and much more gentle thing. Had I done to you what I had done to him, we would not be having this conversation at all as your brain would simply refuse to form any coherent thought and would eventually be splattered across this room in an outburst of mine."
Ahsoka shuddered.
"I was on the run, I didn't have time to play it nice. For you, I simply convinced your mind that there was no harm in surrendering your more perverted memories to me."
She wasn't quite sure how such a thing was possible, but Ahsoka decided that was good enough. Whether Arkee had been telling the truth or not, she couldn't say, but she was willing to believe her. No, that's not quite it. She wanted to believe her so much that she eventually ended up believing her. But that was alright. She was sick and tired of doubting everything and everybody and if Arkee was deceiving her, she was pretty good.
"So … what happens now?", an evidently cheered-up Ahsoka asked her new friend.
"Now, darling", Arkee said with smile on her lips and a glint in her eyes, "now you must decide whether you knock me out and escape this place – nobody's outside to stop you - or if you'd rather join me and shag until they hear us all the way down to the lowest levels."
Ahsoka blushed, but quickly regained her composure, this time. It hadn't taken her more than a moment to make her choice and she jumped backwards off the sofa, flipped in the air and landed at some distance on the soft carpet. There she stood and tugged at her bathrobe .
"If you want a piece of me, Master, you'll have to catch me", she playfully shouted.
"My very foolish apprentice", Arkee responded as she took off her boots, "you obviously still have much to learn."
And so they faced each other, Ahsoka in nothing but a bathrobe and Arkee in just her white backless dress. For a moment, they just stared at each other, both blushing, both grinning, until Arkee made the first move.
And what a move it was. Ahsoka barely had time to duck below Arkee's arms as they closed around her. Arkee had been standing half a room away from her, but that distance meant nothing when accelerating one's movements with the force.
Ahsoka rolled away, got back on her feet and started running. The room was big with only little of furniture, so there was a lot of place to move. She jumped over Arkee as she dove for her feet, then wall-ran the windows to move over the table she had been tied to not so long ago. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Arkee running towards her and pushed herself off the wall, flipped and landed in front of the table near the sofas. She had just jumped on the table and was running on it when Arkee swept her off her feet with a well-placed kick. Ahsoka crashed on the table and rolled down onto the floor, where she had just enough time to kick at Arkee - who was already lunging at her – and force her to evade. She rolled back onto her feet and kept running, closely pursued by a white bolt.
"You're mine!", Arkee shouted as she caught Ahsoka by her waist and pulled her down onto the ground.
"No!", Ahsoka shrieked theatrically.
They rolled on the floor, both trying to stay on top of the other. Ahsoka's hands glided over Arkee's smooth, warm back and found the edge of he white dress. Ahsoka ripped it apart, which revealed the firm white breasts the dress had been hiding until now.
"You look marvellous for a thousand years old grandma!", she teased and finally managed to throw Arkee off her.
Arkee landed and let the shreds of her dress slide off her.
"Don't get cocky with me", she roared as she threw her naked white body at Ahsoka who was staggering back onto her feet, "I've eaten more little Togruta girls for breakfast than you have lived days."
She crashed into Ahsoka and pulled her down again. As they rolled over the soft carpet, she slid her hand into Ahsoka's bathrobe and cupped her breast.
"Ah-ha!", she exclaimed as she squeezed it, "those are some nice and innocent tits; they scream for me to teach them a proper lesson."
She put her hands on Ahsoka's bathrobe and ripped it open, but Ahsoka took advantage of that moment and slipped out of both, the bathrobe and Arkee's grip.
Back on her feet, Ahsoka ran past the sofas and towards the window again, breathing heavily, as she did, though she could not tell whether it was due to exhaustion or excitement. She hadn't felt this alive in weeks.
Arkee threw away the empty bathrobe and went after Ahsoka, a vicious white akk dog that had licked blood and now moved in for the kill.
Ahsoka force-threw a sofa at her and was surprised by how nimble Arkee dove to avoid it and in the same movement prepared to leap at her.
Dodging by a hair's breadth, she changed her direction and ran.
"Oh no, you don't!"
A table crashed into the wall right in front of her and Ahsoka leapt over it, only to find that it was impossible to avoid the sofa, that suddenly appeared, while airborne. She crashed into the sofa and fell, providing Arkee with more than enough time to catch up to her and she screamed as the golden-haired fury pounced on her. Again, they rolled over the floor, but this time, Arkee managed to roll the nude Togruta on her back and pin her down. Ahsoka could have sworn she heard a growl, then famished Arkee savaged her. Playing the unwilling victim, Ahsoka screamed and twisted. Her left hand escaped her attacker's grip and found the dangling white breast above her. She tried to push it away, but the white beast was stronger. White legs forced her own open and but an instant later, long white claws hungrily dug into the soaking wet depths of her crotch while an insatiable tongue attacked her neck.
She struggled for a while longer, but ever weaker and finally surrendered herself. She had been defeated.
But never before had defeat felt so good. Ahsoka fondled Arkee's breasts and nibbled on her shoulder. She wrapped her legs around Arkee's waist and gasped when she felt the depth this allowed her white lover to penetrate into her. She wanted to return the favour but her arms were too short. Just as she opened her mouth to complain, Arkee sped up and all Ahsoka that escaped her throat were fiery moans of lust. White pleasure filled her mind and much to her frustration, she could do nothing but gasp and buck and moan while Arkee … Arkee … Ah … Ahrrr... Her mind went blank.
"Keeeeeeeee!"
She came, and screamed, and screamed as she came. Her arms and legs grew limp and Arkee quickly released her nether regions, slid up and pressed her own wet hot crotch against Ahsoka's. The ride was hard, violent, passionate and Ahsoka loved it.
Catching one of her lover's nipples with her teeth, she grunted like an animal as she nibbled on it and massaged the other with her hands.
Arkee shuddered and twitched. Loud hot moans echoed throughout the room as the Anzati woman reached the peak of her pleasure, but Ahsoka wasn't going to let her off that easily. As her lover went limp, she rolled herself on top of her and straightened up as she rubbed her crotch against the now defenceless Anzat's with all her might.
She was exhausted, but she didn't care, she just went on and on and on, losing herself in timeless passion, in unending desire, and before long, they both had been reduced to howling, growling beasts.
Arkee reached up and massaged the bouncing small orange tits of the relentlessly moving Togruta. Ahsoka enjoyed the sensation for a moment, then decided she wasn't satisfied with that level of contact. She laid down on top of the white woman, buried her head deep in her chest as she hugged the hot and slippery body beneath her, then humped as if she wanted her hips to give out. White haze filled her mind again, but she couldn't stop, not yet. Ahsoka gritted her teeth and sped up. Her body protested and bucked but she forced it down and continued. Fatigue and pleasure threatened to rip her mind apart, but she didn't care. She couldn't rest, she still needed to …
Finally, she felt her lover shudder beneath her. Arkee bucked and screamed and clawed at Ahsoka.
Satisfied with her success, Ahsoka closed her eyes and sank into a dreamless slumber.
If you're deceiving me, Arkee, don't let me know. Please, just don't let me know.