Hey folks, here is my latest story.

We see what Ahsoka's up to.

Hope you enjoy.

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Betrayal! Jedi Padawan Ahsoka Tano was wrongly accused of treason by the Jedi Council and hunted by the Grand Army of the Republic. Believing his apprentice was innocent, Anakin Skywalker discovered the true villain was the Dark Jedi, Asajj Ventress.

With Ventress eliminated, Anakin was able to bring the evidence to her trial, and set her free.

Unable to reconcile her relationship with the Jedi Order, and disgusted by the Coruscant Guard's brutal methods for hunting her down, Ahsoka decided to walk away from the only life she had ever known...

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Coruscant.

An ecumenopolis—a city-covered planet, collectively known as Galactic City— in the Coruscant system of the Core Worlds. Though debated by historians, it was generally believed that Coruscant was the original homeworld of humanity.

Noted for its cosmopolitan culture and towering skyscrapers, Coruscant's population consisted of approximately one trillion citizenshailing from a vast array of both humanoid and alien species.

Its location in the center of many major trade routes made Coruscant a wealthy planet, with powerful influence, making it the most important planet in the galaxy, which was why - as the capital of the Republic - it was the center of the Republic's power and wealth, and a strong symbol of the Republic legitimacy as the main galactic government.

As the sun rose over this part of Coruscant, The well-to-do people of the upper levels were going to the theater to see the latest piece of holoscreen art, culture, education, and/or fine dining. Others were going to work or running errands to support their families, while children went to school to learn new skills. Sky cars flew back and forth through traffic that stretched across the global bee-hive that was Coruscant.

But far off in the distance, away from the glittering skyscrapers, a more bleak picture of this great ecumenopolis came into view beneath the rising sun. The lower city, was a vast part of the city that showed signs of urban decay. The sector was mostly home to most of the planet's alien population, who emigrated here recently or long ago.

Off in the distance, a loud buzzing sound could be heard, as a speeder bike zoomed along one of the pipelines, carrying its Togrutan passenger towards that particular part of town.

Her name was Ahsoka Tano.

For a long time, she had everything. A life, a purpose, and people whom she was close to. And now, that was all gone, because she was accused of a crime that she didn't commit. . . . the bombing of the Jedi Temple.

Back at the Temple, after the trial, Ahsoka was meeting with the Jedi Council.

"Ahsoka, I am so sorry about everything," Anakin said.

"You have our most humble apologies, little 'Soka," Master Plo Koon said. "The Council was wrong to accuse you".

"You have shown such great strength and resilience in your struggle to prove your innocence," Master Saesee Tiin said.

"This is the true sign of a Jedi Knight," Master Ki-adi Mundi said.

"This was actually your great trial. Now we see that. We understand that the Force works in mysterious ways, and because of this trial, you have become a greater Jedi than you would have otherwise," Mace Windu said.

"Back into the Order you may come," Yoda offered.

"They're asking you back, Ahsoka," Anakin said as he held out Ahsoka's silka beads, which were taken from her before the trial. "I'm asking you back".

Ahsoka looked from Anakin to the silka beads and back again before reaching out. But instead of grabbing the beads, she closed Anakin's hand around the beads. Anakin had shock and hurt written all over his face.

"I'm sorry, Master, but I'm not coming back," Ahsoka said before she walked out. Anakin was stunned. Moments later, he ran after her, leaving a saddened council behind. Obi-Wan tried to follow Anakin, but Plo Koon placed his hand on his shoulder, causing Obi-Wan to stop and let Anakin go after Ahsoka on his own.

Outside the temple on the west exit, facing the setting sun, Ahsoka was preparing to walk down the stairs. But Anakin was right behind her.

"Ahsoka, wait! Ahsoka, I need to talk to you!" Anakin called out

She stopped and turned, just as Anakin caught up to her.

Anakin sighed.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked.

"The Council didn't trust me, so how can I trust myself?" She asked.

"What about me? I believed in you. I stood by you," Anakin said.

"I know you believed in me, Anakin, and I'm grateful for that. But this isn't about you. I can't stay here any longer, not now," she said, thinking of the way the Coruscant Guard breached buildings and arrested suspected hiding places Ahsoka was spotted near.

"The Jedi Order is your life. You can't just throw it away like this. Ahsoka, you are making a mistake," Anakin pressed.

"Maybe, but I have to sort this out on my own, without the Council and without you," Ahsoka said.

"I understand. More than you realize, I understand wanting to walk away from the Order," Anakin said, almost on the verge of tears, as he thought about his secret wife, who was Ahsoka's defense.

Ahsoka looked at him with a sorrowful expression on her face, knowing exactly what (or who) he was talking about.

"I know," she said, much to Anakin's surprise, as she turned and began walking down the stairs.

Anakin watched her with a surprised look on his face until she disappeared down the steps of the Jedi Temple, out of his sight.

She continued walking towards the sunset... towards the future.

And now, Ahsoka was on her own, trying to sort out her life and find a new purpose for herself.

With the sun peaking over the horizon behind her, she rode off into the distance, along the industrial pipeline, which was leading to one of the great entrances to the Coruscant underworld. It was there, Ahsoka had decided, where she would try to find a new life.

Maybe even a new purpose.

Ahsoka no longer even wore her Jedi outfit. Instead, she wore a dark grayish-blue vest, with tight brown pants. It hugged her well-rounded rear end quite nicely, and the lower portion went down into her boots, which covered her calves. The top itself was sleeveless, and zipped up in the front, and hugged her slender torso and her busty frame perfectly. And Ahsoka also had a pair of brown gloves and wristbands, just like she had for her old outfit, but with one of the wristbands decorated with painted waves. A brown belt was wrapped around her hips, carrying a canteen and extra pouches. But probably the biggest change to her wardrobe was her akul-tooth headdress, which she sold in order to get a few extra credits. This symbol of her Togrutan heritage was now replaced by a simple brown headdress that looped between and around her montrals.

The Togrutan teen gunned the engine and flew down underneath the viaduct the held the pipes in place. When she entered the sinkhole, she could see dozens of large freighters ascending from, or descending to, the depths of the underworld, carrying whatever precious cargo they were to transport it. There were also hundreds of speeders flying in and out of the sinkhole in neat traffic lanes.

Ahsoka prepared to gun her engine, and fly her speeder into traffic. But when she hit the gas pedal, it wasn't responding. Suddenly, the central console she used to control the speeder shorted out.

"What!?" She exclaimed, trying to rev up the engine. Soon, the speeder wouldn't respond to her command. Then the engines began to sputter out and an alarm began to beep. "No no no no no!"

Suddenly, the speeder abruptly slipped over, and she was throw from the seat, barely managing to grab onto the handles. The speeder continued to fly, and she found herself hanging precariously over a massive drop.

Ahsoka then looked up, and nearly froze with fear as she began to fly though oncoming traffic. Thinking quickly, she raised her feet and ran across the top of one speeder, while still hanging onto her own, much to the dismay of the two alien passengers.

"Hey!" One shouted.

"Sorry!" Ahsoka shouted back, before she reached up and started tapping the starter button on the console, which still refused to respond to her actions, other than the occasional short out and the trail of smoke that emitted from her damaged engines.

But she was soon met with even more traffic, more honking horns, and more curses from the other drivers.

She ran across the roof of another speeder, only to be shouted at by more drivers.

"Watch it!"

"Get out of the way!"

Ahsoka, reached up and began to angrily tap at the starter button again, and this time, the engines roared to life, and she took off again, while still flying upside down. She flew out of traffic, and began into a cargo freighter. She could see the pilots in the cockpit, and their expressions showed even more terror than her own.

Thinking quickly, she turned the handle bars and the speeder responded immediately, by yanking to the right, just before her feet could touch the freighter's cockpit window. She then flipped the speeder, and landed back into the pilot seat. But before she had full control again, her speeder hit the communications dish on the top of the hull. It shorted out, and a small explosion blasted the whole dish off of the hull, where it then plummeted into the depths of the sinkhole, much to her embarrassment.

She then slowed down, and allowed the speeder to hover in midair. Ahsoka's heart was racing, and her face was dripping with sweat. She drew her arm across her forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright." She said, before he speeder jolted, and the engine began to sputter out. She clenched her teeth. "Oh no!"

Then the engines gave out and the speeder dropped like a rock.

"WWOOOAAAHHHH! COME ON!" She shouted as she tried to regain control of her speeder. As she continued to plummet to the never-ending depths beneath her, she continued to get her speeder back under control.

She pressed her foot against the gas pedals, trying to ignite the engine. "Come on!" She growled in frustration, as the bike refused to respond to her commands.

But when all seemed lost, the engines ignited and roared back to life, propelling her forward, the G's of force threatening to make her fly off of the seat. And she was about to grind against the wall of the sinkhole. But then she saw a landing platform, with what looked to be a workshop inside the wall of the sinkhole. With determination written all over her face, she stood up on her gas pedals and made several calculations in her mind.

And just before she hit the wall, she jumped off the seat, while still holding onto the handle bars, and pushed her feet against a conduit on the wall, pushing her speeder at an angle away from the wall, in order to fly parallel to it. As sparks screeched from the bottom of hr speeder, she ran along the wall, trying to keep up with her out of control bike, and was coming in hot for a crash landing.

Ahsoka crashed against the landing pad, sparks flying everywhere as her bike shrieked against the landing pad.

A female mechanic, who was welding a part on her ship, heard the commotion and looked over her shoulder in time to see a Togrutan's bike scraping against her pad.

Ahsoka continued to slide across the landing pad, and then her bike hit the edge of the pad, flipping over it.

"Whoop!" Ahsoka exclaimed as she was thrown out of the seat, and barely managed to hold on to the bike handles, as the bike finally came to a rest, hanging to the landing platform by the engine.

And there Ahsoka was, swinging back and forth from the handle bar. She looked down, and gulped, when she realized that it was a really long way down. She looked back up and started to climb back up. When she was over the edge, she pulled her bike back up as well. But when she put it back down, she gave it a good pick, her foot hitting it with a loud banging sound.

"Stupid piece of junk!" She cursed.

But before she could continue to curse her damaged bike, something small and sharp suddenly hit her shoulder. She gasped before she pulled the tiny object out, and saw that it was a dart of some kind. She immediately found out that it was a dart. Right when she turned around to see where the dart had come from, the whole world began to turn blurry and shaky.

The last thing she saw before she fell over was a woman wearing all white, walking towards her, flanked by two large men.

She tried to struggle, but whatever was injected into her bloodstream rendered her unconscious.

Ahsoka awoke in a bright room. It must have been midday, by now, for a look through the window - well, actually never mind. She could tell that she was still in the sinkhole. So no sunlight was going to shine through her window today. Even so, she could see a sinkhole filled with darkness yet gleaming with a myriad of lights. Despite her circumstances, Ahsoka couldn't help but admire the sight.

Beautiful.

Then 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.

An exquisite grayish 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. Some strange plants of red and blue colors and a couple paintings were all that decorated the place.

Ahsoka liked it. Simple. Bright.

As for herself, she was spreadeagled on top of what felt like a nice, comfortable bed. She took a few seconds to enjoy the feeling of an actual bed. Then she realized that she was tied down at her wrists and ankles with a soft rope, which was tied to the four bed posts, and 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 dark grayish-blue vest and tight brown pants, she was now wearing what appeared to be a long white and very soft ... bath robe?

It was absurd. Sure she hadn't had the chance to shower recently, but surely she wasn't abducted just to be bathed? But she had been washed, as her happily tingling skin told her.

She chuckled, but only briefly. Then she blushed as it hit her that whoever bathed her must have also undressed her and seen all of her. Ahsoka shook her head.

Keep your mind here and now, where it belongs, Ahsoka, she reminded herself, then pulled at the ropes again. "Alright, let's see how well you fare against the Force." She said to herself as she began to concentrate on loosening the knots.

But before she could try, though, a door across the room slid open and a woman entered the room. She was of average height, a little taller than Ahsoka, and her skin was creamy white, and her hair was long and of a shade of pure gold. She wore white boots, long white gloves, and an elegant, short white dress... yup, she certainly seemed to like white.

"Well, look who's finally woken up," the stranger greeted her happily, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, "It's very nice to finally meet you."

Ahsoka was dumbfounded and for a moment, she simply gawked at the stranger whose beautiful bright gray eyes seemed to softly glow, and whose thin lips curled into a soft smile. Ahsoka had wanted to snap at her, but the joy the stranger portrayed seemed so genuine she didn't have the heart to.

"I apologize for the way you were brought here. Seriously, I've told my employees time and again that they..." but then she stopped mid sentence, "Oh well, I suppose it's not everyday that someone crashes into your garage and scare the daylights out of everyone."

"Uhhhhh ...?" Ahsoka sounded out of her open mouth, but couldn't form any words.

The strange woman gasped and her eyes widened, as if she just remembered.

"Oh, sorry, where are my manners? What is your name?"

Ahsoka just laid there and glaring at her before finally answering. "Ahsoka." But then she cursed herself for not using a fake name.

"Ahsoka. Mmm, what a lovely name. I'm Jenna. Jenna Zan Arbor," she stated, as if that explained everything, then curtsied. "You've probably never heard of me, but don't worry." Jenna smiled at the confused Togruta on her bed, "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," Jenna claimed.

But she didn't feel any deceit from the woman and decided that she wasn't in immediate danger, she could afford talking to this Jenna.

"Then why am I tied down?"

"Just a slight precaution. I didn't want you leaping at me before I had a chance to explain myself."

Her lips parted for a grin.

"Besides," she added with a strange glint in her eyes before she walked around the bed and look of the window - revealing to Ahsoka that her white dress wasn't covering her wonderful back, "it's much more fun this way, isn't it?"

Wonderful? Beautiful? What's wrong with you Ahsoka? It's true that Jenna seems marvelous, but... shut up, there you go again!

"What do you mean, it's more fun?" Ahsoka asked.

Jenna walked away from the window, dragging a chair behind her, but without her gloves. She then placed the chair next to the bed, and for a moment simply sat in it, and gazed at Ahsoka with her beautiful bright eyes.

"Hm?"

Jenna leaned down to Ahsoka - very close to Ahsoka - and stared into the very depths of Ahsoka's blue eyes. Their lips almost touched and Ahsoka was drowning in a sea of pure silver, and wished that they would.

Before she could tilt her head and let it happen, though, Jenna 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. Something she had only ever felt around very few people.

"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?" Jenna asked before she chuckled. "Come on, Ahsoka, where's your sense of adventure?" She asked, before she leaned back down to Ahsoka, placing her head to the left of Ahsoka's. "Don't you feel excited?"

Her voice was soft, wrapping itself around Ahsoka like a comfortable blanket.

"E- excited?" Ahsoka repeated, fighting against her sudden dizziness and the urge to rub her head against Jenna's.

"Hm-m," Jenna hummed, "for two days you've done nothing but live from hand to mouth, scraping out an existence for yourself, and now you're tied to a bed in a strange room by a strange girl, who you don't know anything about no what she will do to you, and you are forced to think about something else than how miserable you are. I'd call that exciting, darling."

Ahsoka's heart skipped a beat at that last word, but then she was dumbfounded.

"How..?!"

"Really, Ahsoka, you should know," Jenna said before she straightened back up and sat down in the chair behind a dumbfounded Ahsoka's bed. "The Force is a very convenient ally, after all, isn't it?"

"Wait? What do you know about the Force. You don't feel like a Jedi, or a Sith?"

Jenna's lips curled up into a smile. "That's because I'm not," she said before she opened up a small bottle that flew into her hand, seemingly at will, before pouring its contents into her hands.

Maybe she was Force-sensitive.

"Well my training should keep me immune to whatever Force tricks you've been using." Ahsoka said with confidence.

"They have. Which is why I will be using a more..." Then she rubbed her hands together, spreading whatever she poured into them. "... hands-on approach."

To Ahsoka's surprise, horror and ... delight, Jenna started massaging her lekku.

Togrutan lekku were similar in purpose to those of a 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 Togrtua people.

"Jenna!"

Ahsoka tried to wiggle free of the tender caress that felt so darn good and made it hard to think straight, but the soft ropes held her firmly in place.

"Please ..."

"Shhhhh, darling," her assailant whispered, "Relax. I know exactly who you are, Ahsoka Tano, formerly of the Jedi Order. We are the same, you and I, which is why I know that after the last couple days, 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."

Jenna's hands slid all the way up Ahsoka's small montrals, briefly massaged their very tips, then down their back on her middle lek.

It felt wonderful. How bad could it be to just relax and let Jenna 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 paralyze 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.

"What do you mean, we are the same?"

She gasped as Jenna's 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 Jenna's mercy.

Jenna noticed, of course, and continued to massage these exact spots mercilessly. Her orange victim gasped and squirmed and twitched, but Jenna never let up.

"Have you ever heard of Arbor Industries?"

"No!" Wailed Ahsoka, more in response to her tormentor's caress then to her question.

"Of course you haven't. It was all covered up by the Jedi and the Republic. There are few who know of it outside of the highest echelons of the Republic, now the Empire. I'm one of them."

Jenna finally moved on to the other parts of her lekku and Ahsoka's twitching started to get less intense.

"You see my parents were both scientists, and they co-founded a company that specialized in creating vaccines for people who were desperately ill."

"Vaccines?"

Jenna slid her hands up Ahsoka's montrals again.

"Yes. At one point, my mother ran a scientific organization. She once created a vaccine that saved an entire world from a pandemic. But then the Clone Wars came. My parents were took up with the Separatist cause. My father was a soldier, and my mother developed bio-weapons for the Confederacy, like the one used on the Gungun moon of Ohma-D'un. And all the while their poor teenage, secretly force-sensitive daughter, had to make due with all the loneliness. THen, one day, the Republic found the facility, and in the ensuing raid, Clones and Jedi came in and attacked the facility. My father was killed leading the CIS defense, while my mother tried to destroy her lab and flee to Separatist space with her research, but before she could take me with her, the Jedi got to her first, and when she threatened to release a vile of her poison, the clones gunned her down, and the Jedi used the force to catch it. I can remember the Jedi who spoke to me afterward. A beautiful girl, wearing a purple hood, a black body-suit, and a dark, flowing skirt, which contrasted with her beautiful green skin. She told me that she was sorry, and that she hoped that the Force would be with be from now on. After that, I took some of my family's fortune and came down here."

Had she been feeling normally, Ahsoka would have cringed at the tragic story, especially when she heard that Barriss Offee had a part in this story. But thanks to Jenna, though, she wasn't feeling normal and most of her thoughts were about Jenna. Beautiful Jenna. Why was she filling her mind with sad tales, and why did her hands feel so nice?

"And ever since I left my parents, I've been down here in sorrow, with an unquenchable thirst," Jenna 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 that it would make Jenna massage her more thoroughly.

"I'm glad that you gave me a little taste, darling. But once I've had my first taste..."

Jenna slid her hands a bit lower, assaulting the larger part of Ahsoka's montrals with a pleasant feeling and Ahsoka happily rubbed her head in Jenna's hands.

" ... I will want more."

Her hands slid lower.

"And more."

Lower.

"Until finally..."

Ahsoka closed her eyes and prepared herself for what had to come next.

Ever so slowly, Jenna's fingers crept closer and closer to the spots that until moments ago, Ahsoka had not even known were the most sensitive on her lekku.

"Please dnh-"

Jenna's 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," Jenna 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. But then, Jenna let go of her lekku, walked to the other side of the bed 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.

Jenna's weight oh 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 create, "relax..."

Something hot and soft pressed against her lips. Ashoka didn't move, couldn't move, was all but paralyzed. Then, something else hot and soft tickled 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.

When Ahsoka opened her eyes, she realized that she was being kissed.

For a moment, she just laid there, trying to figure out what just happened, while Jenna ravaged her mouth. it felt great, but what in the Nine Corellian Hells was happening?

When Jenna finally ended the kiss, she looked at the dumbfounded Togruta and laughed.

Ahsoka finally spoke. "So all of this, just so you wouldn't be lonely?"

"Hmph, perhaps."

She smiled and placed her hands on Ahsoka's lekku and retraced her mutilated tentacles.

"But the past will have to wait," she said as she resumed her massage," I want you. here, now, and until we both go insane."

Ahsoka blushed again.

"Why me?"

Jenna licked Ahsoka's lips.

"Why not? You're lonely, I'm lonely, we both share tragic pasts, and you want to feel my warmth every bit 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 been this excited since you, Barriss Offee, and Alenya Hirani used the Force to play with each other. Or that time you and that Lux Bonteri character played some wonderfully naughty games together on Onderon... in public, before all those other men-."

Ahsoka's eyes widened.

"Will you stop using the Force to lift embarrassing memories from my mind?!"

Jenna 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."

Jenna grinned again. "You don't want me to."

Another hot kiss burned into Ahsoka's lips and she felt it all the way up into her brain.

"After all this time being strong for others, you'd enjoy being helpless for once."

Ahsoka moaned softly as Jenna licked and sucked on her left lek. She clearly knew what she was doing, and by the Force, did Ahsoka want her to keep it up. She tilted her head back and let the hungry white human nibble on her throat. Her breasts heaved quickly and always quicker as her breaths grew shorter and shorter.

"Jenna!" She moaned. "Jenna!"

"Don't fight it. Let it happen."

Her new lover sped up her caress. Nimble fingers danced over her lekku and 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," Jenna breathed, "keep it up."

Instead of slowing down, now that her orange victim was orgasming, Jenna intensified her massage. She was now violently kneading her new lover's lekku and she seemed to like it.

Ahsoka screamed as she came again, and then again, and again. She pulled at her bounds, tried to twist her body, she jumped and boltedas much as the ropes and Jenna'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 Jenna finally stopped, she completely lacked control over her trembling body.

"That was amazing, Ahsoka."

"Yes," Ahsoka panted breathlessly, "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 incredible.

Jenna kissed her, then slid off her and off the bed.

"Come, let's sit down and chat for a little while. I'll let you catch your breath before we start round two.

"But," Ahsoka gasped, "I can barely move."

"Don't be silly, Ahsoka," Jenna said as she undid the ropes, and then used the force to make Ahsoka levitate behind her, "That was just a warm up. You'll see."

Later on, inside the shop, where Jenna had been working on Ahsoka's bike, Jenna sat down at one end of a couch, and allowed Ahsoka to rest her head in her lap.

She gently caressed Ahsoka - in a non-sexual way, this time.

"Is something on your mind, darling? Perhaps you can tell me what brought you down here in the first place."

Ahsoka closed her eyes and simpy enjoyed the warmth of her new friend. And make no mistake, that's all they were at that moment, as far as Ahsoka was concerned. After all, her thoughts began to dwell on all of her other friends back at the Temple.

Obi-Wan.

Plo Koon.

Barriss Offee

Her thoughts even lingered on Lux Bonteri for a little while, and she began to feel guilty for pushing him away, what with the War and her being a Jedi, after all.

Anakin. Her Master. Her father-figure. Her older brother. Her mentor. Her best friend.

Then, her thoughts wandered to her other friends. The ones who had betrayed her. Rex and the boys.

Despite herself, she sobbed, and for a while, she simply laid there and cried seeking comfort in her new lover's gentle touch.

When Ahsoka had finally calmed down enough to re-open her eyes, she was greeted by Jenna's gentle face. She had never stopped her caress, nor had she said a word. She simply looked at her, comforting her with her mere presence.

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 Jenna's gleaming lips. Tears started to flow again, and she embraced Jenna, who hugged her tightly to her chest and cried.

When she finally regained her composure, she found herself kneeling on the couch, still hugging Jenna. She forced herself to say one thing. "Why?"

After a long pause, Jenna finally answered.

"Ahsoka, after my parents were killed, my mind was in a similar state. I suppose, I see a bit of myself in you. And even though you were a Jedi at one point, I don't hold you responsible for what happened, nor do I chastise you for it. The galaxy is more than simply black and white. As I'm sure you learned from your little Onderinian crush," Jenna said, prompting Ahsoka to roll her eyes, "there are shades of gray, and beautiful threads of silver. Perhaps, you can still be one, yourself?"

Jenna leaned back, put a hand beneath Ahsoka's chin and gently forced her head up.

"You and I, 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 were killed. You, on the other hand, you survived. I could help you hone your skills and help you how to avoid some of the... dangers down here."

"Dangers? What kind of dangers?"

"Thieves, murderers, cartel patrols... rapists, they will come looking for you. By now, maybe the ones that had been skulking in the shadows down here must have figured out that you came down here. They will have reported to their friends or masters, or to Palpatine's secret police, and turnover every stone trying to look for you."

Ahsoka's heart skipped a beat at the mention of the 'secret police', then she thought back to how the authorities pursued her, regardless of collateral damage. And sense the press was heavily censored, nobody bothered talking about it.

Jenna chuckled, but it sounded dry.

"Did you really think you could leave the Jedi and be safe? That the rest of the universe would just leave you alone? The world is much different outside the walls of the Jedi Temple."

Ahsoka could not believe what she heard. Was everything she had known – no, thought to know - about the Republic such a dark lie? Was it really such a survival of the fittest death match in this galaxy?

"How do you know about them?", she asked.

Jenna grimaced.

"I ripped that information from the mind of the first thugs they sent after you. A naive girl crashing her speeder in the underworld draws attention. As I said, the Force's influence over the weak-minded is a powerful weapon, and I had learned that a long time ago."

"You mean like you did with my ...", Ahsoka blushed, "... memories?"

Jenna looked at Ahsoka and smirked. "Maybe."

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 Jenna 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 Jenna was deceiving her, she was pretty good.

"So ... what happens now?" Asked Ahsoka as she leaned against the counter.

"Now, darling," Jenna said with a smile on her lips and a glint in her eyes. "...now, we're going to forget about the outside world for now. You must decide whether you want to leave this place - and try your luck out there on your own - or if you'd rather join me and shag until they hear us all the way down in the lower 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 backwards off of the sofa, flipped in the air and landed in front of the door that led into the apartment. There she stood and tugged at her bathrobe.

"If you want a piece of me, Jenny, you'll have to catch me," she said playfully.

Jenna responded by taking off her boots, revealing her shining legs.

And they faced each other. Ahsoka in nothing but a bathrobe and Jenna in just her white backless dress. For a moment, they just stared at each other, both blushing, both grinning, until Jenna made the first move.

And what a move it was. Ahsoka barely had time to duck below Jenna's arms before she almost smashed her way into the apartment, and tried to make a run for Jenna's bedroom.

"You're mine!", Jenna shouted as she caught Ahsoka by her waist and pulled her down onto the ground outside the bedroom.

"No!" Ahsoka squealed theatrically.

They rolled on the floor, both trying to stay on top of the other. Ahsoka's hands glided over Jenna's smooth, warm back and found the edge of the dress. She then ripped it apart, revealing the firm white breasts that the dress had been concealing until now.

"My, my, my, you have some marvelous breasts. Are they fake?!" Ahsoka teased before she placed both hands on Jenna's chest and shoved her off of her.

"Don't get cocky with me," she roared as she threw her naked white body at Ahsoka, who was staggering back on her feet, "Running will only make make me punish you more."

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 one of her plump, perky breasts.

"Ah-ha!" She exclaimed as she squeezed it, "these 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 robe and Jenna's grip.

Back on her feet, Ahsoka ran past the doorframe and towards the window that overlooked the landing pad in front of the garage, breathing heavily, as she did, she couldn't tell if it was from exhaustion or excitement. It was good to feel alive again.

Jenna threw away the empty bathrobe and went after Ahsoka, who screamed as the golden-haired human pounced on her. Again, they rolled over the floor, but this time, Jenna managed to roll the nude Togruta on her back and pin her down. Ahsoka could have sworn she heard a growl, then Jenna savaged her. Ahsoka screamed and twisted, playing the unwilling victim. One of her struggling hands found one of the plump white breasts above her, trying to push Jenna away. But she allowed her strength to fail her, and a white leg forced hers open, nd Jenna began to scissor with Ahsoka, her hungry crotch grinding against Ahsoka's, while her insatiable tongue attacked her orange neck.

Never before had defeat felt so good. Ahsoka arched her back and pushed her plump breasts up into Jenna's, and began to nibble on her shoulder. She wrapped her legs around Jenna's waist and gasped when she felt the depth this allowed her new lover to penetrate into her.

Fiery moans of lust escaped her throat, and white pleasure filled her mind and much to her frustration, she could do nothing but gasp and buck and moan while Jenna ... Jenna ... Ah ... Ahhhh ... Her mind went blank.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

She came, and screamed, and screamed as she came. Her arms and legs grew limp and Jenna continued to slider and press her 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.

Jenna shuddered and twitched. Loud hot moans echoed throughout the room, and even outside the garage below, as the human woman reached the peak of her pleasure, but Ahsoka wasn't going to let her off that easily. As Jenna went limp, she rolled on top of her and straightened up as she rubbed her crotch against the now defenseless human'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.

Jenna reached up and massaged the bouncing and quivering 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. A 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. Jenna bucked and screamed and clawed at Ahsoka.

Satisfied with her success, Ahsoka closed her eyes and passed out on Jenna's chest, before they both sank into a dreamless slumber.

But before they both passed out on the floor, a single thought passed through Ahsoka's mind: Please don't betray me, Jenna. Just please, don't.

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Well folks, that was the latest part of this story.

I've made chages to the Clone Wars canon. Instead of just using the 2008 show, I'm using some instances from the 2003 show, and the dark horse comics, such as Asajj Ventress being the main villian of the 'Wrong Jedi' arc, and Barriss still being a Jedi by Order 66

Parts of this chapter are inspired by Clone wars season 7, in the Ahsoka arc, which had the annoying sisters, the Ahsoka novel with the Empire taking over. Other parts are inspired by one of Wolf1291's fanfics.

I'll be working on the next chapter, and drop it as soon as I can. It may take a while, seeing as how I am working on three other stories.

Hope you're enjoying, and I'll see you next time. This is Grubkiller, over and out.