Hey folks, Grubkiller here.
Here's part 4 of this story. Hope you enjoy.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
"Here, these should do nicely."
Jenna handed her two new and improved Lightsaber hilts - which were curved and made of a silver metal - and Ahsoka accepted them with quivering hands. She had left her real sabers behind a while ago. And the ones she'd been using were cobbled together from junk that she scraped together over the last few weeks. So until a couple days ago, she hadn't expected to ever again hold quality hilts she had grown up with. She brought one of the sabers closer to her eyes and admired the curved shaped of the silver hilts.
"They're beautiful", Ahsoka remarked, then blushed slightly.
And they came from the person she now most cared about, but she wasn't going to speak those thoughts.
"How did you even get this?"
"Oh, knowing a trick or two in the force is useful when going to the casino. Win big a couple times, invest the money and you'll live quite comfortably. And running into a few of the right merchants does wonders."
She shrugged and looked at the orange Togruta sitting in the middle of the room.
Ahsoka closed her eyes. She certainly needed quality lightsabers, yes, especially if the rumors of Dark Side adepts who were working for Palpatine and hunting down Jedi were true.
One by one, the parts of the saber hilts came apart and a veritable swarm of mechanical pieces was zipping around her.
She let go of the white crystals she took from an Inquisitor - who died quite suddenly - into her hand and they joined the swarm.
Finally, the swarm changed from simply flying to having a purpose. Each part slowly levitated to its preordained place and when Ahsoka opened her eyes, two hilts - one slightly longer than the other - laid in her lap. She picked them up and gently caressed the cool metal.
Jenna, who hadn't said anything during their construction, seemed almost as excited as Ahsoka.
Ahsoka then stood up and ignited the sabres.
Beams of pure silver shot out of the slender hilts. She swung her new weapons and watched them happily dance through the air - accompanied by the familiar hum and the usual scent of ozone - and decapitating an imaginary battle droid. Ahsoka laughed.
"They're beautiful!", she repeated, then turned them off, "thank you, Jenna."
Her lover smiled.
"Come", Jenna said as she picked up a pair of electro-batons and led them out of the bedroom and into the living room/kitchenette area, "let's see what you can do with them."
"Wearing this?", Ahsoka protested.
They were both wearing skin-tight wetsuits, which Jenna had bought them yesterday. Ahsoka's was dark gray, and Jenna's was white. They were comfortable, and accentuated their bodies in all their womanly glory.
Ahsoka liked to keep hers fully unzipped, revealing her cleavage and her navel. She could even make out the nipples on Jenna's well formed breasts and
Ahsoka blushed and averted her eyes. Was this any time to be thinking about that? Her lekku stripes grower a deeper blue as she recalled the things she and the her lover had done to each other and despite herself, her body reacted to her memories.
Still flushed and biting her lips, she turned towards her friend.
"I mean ..."
Of course her lewd glances weren't missed by Jenna who now was grinning and raised her arms above her head, striking a pose.
"Attack me anytime, darling, don't be shy."
Jenna let her hands slide down the side of her head, over her shoulders and under her breasts, then gently squeezed them.
"I'm always ready for you", she breathed and winked.
Jenna ducked and evaded Ahsoka's swords. Jumping backwards, she laughed.
"That's the spirit! Take me while I'm still helpless!"
Obviously enjoying herself, she dodged another couple of Ahsoka's strikes.
"Will you please stop that?."
"No need to feel embarrassed, darling", her nimble target teased, "nobody here but us."
Jumping to avoid another flash of silver, Jenna landed behind Ahsoka.
"You could do anything to me and nobody would ever know."
Ahsoka wheeled around and glared at Jenna who had long moved out of range.
"Focus, Ahsoka, focus! I can feel your passion, your desire and the shame you're feeling about them."
She dropped to the floor and rolled to the side to escape another angrily humming lightsabers, then back onto her feet.
"It's wonderful, but it's making you predictable. Calm yourself."
Easier said than done. Her heart was pounding loudly and blood had been constantly rushing to her face.
Ahsoka closed her eyes, allowing the force to guide her movements, and her Lekku's echolocation could track the moments Jenna opened her mouth to breath, and brought a sabre up to block a sudden swing from her opponent.
"Good Darling! Using all of your senses in the middle of a fight!"
Jenna's electro-batons looked almost weightless, but the impact was so heavy Ahsoka was catapulted several meters back.
Taken completely by surprise, she barely had time to notice Jenna was already swinging at her again and jumped backwards.
"I've seen too many die because they concentrated on a single target and remained oblivious to the immediate danger around them. Until you have the necessary perception in the force, your eyes will remain open in a battle."
Jenna proved a veritable hurricane with her electro-batons; each of her one-handed blows struck like a hammer with barely enough time between them for Ahsoka to stagger backwards and block the next. She needed to think of something, and fast.
Ahsoka weakened her grip on her left saber. Jenna took the bait and knocked the sabre out of her hand, but doing so left her own left exposed just long enough for Ahsoka to sidestep her.
"Got ynh-" Ahsoka said as she started to deliver a kick to Jenna's stomach.
Ahsoka who had swung at Jenna was sent flying by a kick into her stomach and crashed into the floor at some distance. The same had happened to Jenna.
"Very good", Jenna commented, "but careless finish."
Ahsoka slowly stood back up at the same time as Jenna. Her heart was pounding, and sweat trickled down her face, and her muscles screamed at her to relax. This is what she'd trained for years. As a war veteran, this exercise was for Jenna as much as it was for her. In terms of fighting prowess, Ahsoka was way ahead of Jenna. But she still had a difficult time focusing - this was quite different from fighting the mindless battle droids with their easily-deflected blaster shots she had primarily faced in the past.
She had fought deadly assassins before.
But when both fighters were lacking clothes... or using the force to pleasure their opponent, like Jenna liked to do sometimes...
Oh well, what didn't kill her ...
Her left sabre flew back into her hand and she ignited it. Without saying a word, she charged at the grinning, gold-haired girl.
Jenna proved quite playful a teacher. She did not attack with violence, but instead by mercilessly pleasuring Ahsoka with the Force, causing her to make errors, and punish them with kicks and punches.
One time Ahsoka was pleasured so thoroughly that she orgasmed in the middle of a fight; and when they finally stopped, Ahsoka hardly felt her body anymore, which allowed Jenna to ravage her tired body.
When they first started these little training sex-... er, sessions, Jenna looked as if she hadn't been affected at all.
But Ahsoka's long years of training, and her getting used to Jenna's 'unorthodox' techniques, Jenna herself was looking worse for wear.
What would have become of Jenna had trained as a Jedi like herself?
"So, you're improving", Jenna remarked as she walked over.
Ahsoka knelt down in front of her teacher, but then unexpectedly, she threw herself flat on the soft carpeted floor, theatrically extended her arms and tilted her head up. She let out a loud, fake moan of exhaustion.
Jenna licked her lips.
She then began to walk over to her orange partner, hips swinging, breasts bobbing.
"Come to finish the job, master?"
She reached down and placed her hand at Ahsoka's ,
"You would like that, wouldn't you?"
She growled as she bent down to the little orange-skinned Togruta's offering.
Their faces were now less than a hand's width apart from each other. Ahsoka stared into the grey eyes of the girl looming over her, these big bright, yet pale, eyes, and felt her hot breath trickling down her throat and onto her heaving breasts, and making her skin tingle and moisten.
Jenna's presence surrounded her, trapped her, drew her in...
"An easy way out."
So close. So close...
Her heart was beating violently, her breath went wild and she felt dizzy.
Any moment now, she could already feel the white fiend's fangs closing around her neck, sinking into her throat.
Swallow me. Rip me apart.
Jenna's fingers slid down her throat, down her unzipped suit, running down her naked sternum and stopped at her exposed navel.
Intoxicated by the flowery scent of Jenna's golden hair, and drunk from arousal, she let herself fall back and surrendered to the feeling.
"No, I don't think so."
Much to the shivering Togruta's dismay, the blonde witch retreated. She groaned in frustration.
"You're mine - mine to torment until I release you, and I'm not done with you just yet. Now let's have some fun."
After another fantastic night of love making, Ahsoka returned from the shower, she was wearing thin silver pyjamas, which, instead of wearing the button up normally, she opted to tie it up to her chest in a makeshift bra, which barely hid her plump breasts, while just wearing the pants normally. She couldn't look Jenna into the eyes without blushing. Her harmless nature was just a facade that turned into an awesome fantasy and part of her regretted not having come down here sooner - the rest just wanted to bury herself out of shame.
She threw herself onto one of the sofas and watched her golden-haired 'friend' disappear into the bathroom.
Then she stretched, groaned from the pain that was causing her, then took a small remote control from the table and pressed a button. A holo-screen lowered down from out of the ceiling and slowly turned towards her.
Ahsoka had learned that the white room she and Jenna had first … met was not nearly as empty as it had seemed then. Most of the furniture was hidden in either the walls or the ceiling and could be brought forth at will. Very convenient for when they wanted to make love on the spot.
Ahsoka yawned. She wasn't really interested in the news but doing anything else hurt.
Speeder accidents, some fraud was arrested, ads for a cultural hocus-pocus of some kind - Ahsoka was just about to doze off, when ...
"We interupt this regularly scheduled broadcast to bring you this important announcement." Said the monitor, when...
"It is over, ladies and gentlemen, after three long, terrible years, the Separatist menace has been dealt with. The Clone Wars are over. A new age of peace is upon us. We would like to replay the speech by His Imperial Majesty."
She shot right back up and gawked at the screen in surprise.
The feed cut to a video of Palpatine, looking like he normally did in the holo-image. Although, rumors suggest that to not be true, and that this was a heavily edited image.
"Citizens of the civilized galaxy, on this day we mark a transition. For a thousand years, the Republic stood as the crowning achievement of civilized beings. But there were those who would set us against one another, and we took up arms to defend our way of life against the Separatists. In so doing, we never suspected that the greatest threat came from within."
The Jedi, and some within our own Senate, had conspired to create the shadow of Separatism using one of their own as the enemy's leader. They had hoped to grind the Republic into ruin. But the hatred in their hearts could not be hidden forever. At last, there came a day when our enemies showed their true natures.
The Jedi hoped to unleash their destructive power against the Republic by assassinating the head of government and usurping control of the clone army. But the aims of would-be tyrants were valiantly opposed by those without elitist, dangerous powers. Our loyal clone troopers contained the insurrection within the Jedi Temple and quelled uprisings on a thousand worlds.
The remaining Jedi will be hunted down and defeated! Any collaborators will suffer the same fate. These have been trying times, but we have passed the test. The attempt on my life has left me scarred and deformed, but I assure you my resolve has never been stronger. The war is over. The Separatists have been defeated, and the Jedi rebellion has been foiled. We stand on the threshold of a new beginning. In order to ensure our security and continuing stability, the Republic will be reorganized into the first Galactic Empire, for a safe and secure society, which I assure you will last for ten thousand years. An Empire that will continue to be ruled by this august body and a sovereign ruler chosen for life. An Empire ruled by the majority, ruled by a new constitution!"
The announcement of the destruction of the Republic received an uncomfortable amount of applause from the Senate for Ahsoka's liking.
Palpatine continued.
"By bringing the entire galaxy under one law, one language, and the enlightened guidance of one individual, the corruption that plagued the Republic in its later years will never take root. Regional governors will eliminate the bureaucracy that allowed the Separatist movement to grow unchecked. A strong and growing military will ensure the rule of law.
Under the Empire's New Order, our most cherished beliefs will be safeguarded. We will defend our ideals by force of arms. We will give no ground to our enemies and will stand together against attacks from within or without. Let the enemies of the Empire take heed: those who challenge Imperial resolve will be crushed.
We have taken on a task that will be difficult, but the people of the Empire are ready for the challenge. Because of our efforts, the galaxy has traded war for peace and anarchy for stability. Billions of beings now look forward to a secure future. The Empire will grow as more planets feel the call, from the Rim to the wilds of unknown space.
Imperial citizens must do their part. Join our grand star fleet. Become the eyes of the Empire by reporting suspected insurrectionists. Travel to the corners of the galaxy to spread the principles of the New Order to barbarians. Build monuments and technical wonders that will speak of our glory for generations to come.
The clone troopers, now proudly wearing the name of Imperial stormtroopers, have tackled the dangerous work of fighting our enemies on the front lines. Many have died in their devotion to the Empire. Imperial citizens would do well to remember their example.
The New Order of peace has triumphed over the shadowy secrecy of shameful magicians. The direction of our course is clear. I will lead the Empire to glories beyond imagining.
We have been tested, but we have emerged stronger. We move forward as one people: the Imperial citizens of the first Galactic Empire. We will prevail. Ten thousand years of peace begins today."
The feed cut back to the newsreader.
"In other news, reports of Jedi survivors are circulating throughout the Empire. Hear is where you must report if you have any information on Jedi survivors."
Ahsoka didn't hear the rest. She looked at the list of confirmed Jedi killed during the purge, scrolling down on the side of the screen. Names she recognized that would haunt her forever.
Barriss Offee.
Mace Windu.
Aayla Secura.
Shaak Ti.
Luminara Unduli.
Kit Fisto.
Plo Koon.
And... Anakin Skywalker?
No... not Anakin. Tears began to well up in her eyes, and she felt herself choke up inside.
"You sure you want to hear this?"
Unbeknownst to Ahsoka, Jenna had returned from her shower, wearing a long white nightgown. She reached out with the force and turned the screen off.
"How could this happen? I mean, before this, they never missed a chance to bring up something bad or to spread some 'rumours' about the Jedi. But to outright kill them...?" Ahsoka asked before she stood up and grabbed a jacket and some goggles.
A confused Jenna only looked at Ahsoka.
"You ok?"
"No." Ahsoka said as she activated her speeder's engine.
"Where are you going?!" Jenna asked as she jumped onto the speeder behind Ahsoka, and held her still-exposed waist.
"To find some answers." She said as she gunned the engine and sped out of the garage door, and up into the sinkhole, before she started to steadily climb to the surface.
But unbeknownst to either of them, an Imperial probe droid was tracking their movements, and was even able to recognize Ahsoka's facial markings.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Coruscant, near the Jedi Temple.
Kai Hudorra and Noriah Na, still playing the master and slave roles, had disembarked from their transport and were now hauling their luggage through the crowded streets of of Coruscant.
Mostly Noriah was carrying the luggage, having to play her, or rather 'his', role convincingly.
"It's this way, stay close." Kai said.
"I'd forgotten just how crowded Coruscant was." She said as they rounded the corner and saw what they came here to see. "M-master!" Noriah stuttered.
The Jedi Temple, once a symbol of justice and good in a Galaxy government by a just Republic, now stood as a smoldering, blaster-riddled ruin. Clone Troopers guarded the grand staircase. A massive bonfire blazed at the top of it, onto which clones dragged the bodies of fallen Jedi, and allowed nature to do the rest in disposing of the bodies.
Noriah held her mouth in horror, trying to suppress a gasp, but her master urged her to press on so that they could get a closer look. They pushed through the crowd, which was full of people giving their opinion on the matter.
"The Jedi were traitors! They got what they deserved, I say." One man said.
Others were more sympathetic to the Jedi.
"I can't believe the Jedi tried to overthrow the government. I think they were the ones who were betrayed."
"Quiet friend. Talk like that'll land you in jail."
Kai and Noriah noticed a couple other Jedi in the crowd.
A man with long white hair pulled back in a pony tail, wearing a green jumpsuit and armor, with his arm in a sling.
Another they noticed was an orange togrutan with white markings, with tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Master, look!" Noriah said quietly.
They moved towards the front of the crowd, and saw another Jedi, in full robes and holding his lightsaber in his raised fist.
a human male with shoulder-length hair, clenched fist holding lightsaber in the air.
"The Jedi were your protectors! They, like you, have been victims of a corrupt government! Will you stand idly by and allow your freedoms to be taken from you?"
He said as he ignited his blue lightsaber, causing the crowd to gasp in surprise and fear. This got the attention of the Clones from the Coruscant Guard, who guarded the public entrance to the former Jedi Temple.
They readied their weapons and prepared to apprehend the rogue Jedi.
"I call upon my fellow Jedi, who I know are among the crowd," he said as he turned towards the Temple, "Let us find justice - for our brother and sister Jedi!"
Noriah reached into her tunic for her lightsaber, but Kai grabbed her by the wrist before he could continue. In another part of the crowd, Ahsoka wanted to do the same thing, but Jenna gently held her hand.
He then charged up the stair.
"OPEN FIRE!" The Clone officer called out, before he and his men cut loose with a barrage of blue blaster fire.
The Jedi expertly deflected them.
The crowd started to become agitated.
Ahsoka could only watch in stunned horror as the Jedi valiantly tried to fight his way into the Temple. He cut down half of the Clone squad. But then backup poured out of the Temple, or rounded the corner from the streets, returning from patrol. The 'Justice' Jedi was surrounded, and tried to deflect as many blaster bolts away from himself and into the Clones as possible. But it was too much. He was leg. He staggered, but kept swinging. He was then shot in the shoulder, and the chest, and everywhere else, and the Clones didn't stop firing until he finally stopped moving.
As the clone picked up the fallen Jedi's saber, and dragged his body away, other clone stormtroopers went to break up the crowd, which was still panicked at what they just witnessed.
Noriah froze in place, and Kai eventually urged her away. "Master... We-we should have..."
"Hush." He said.
Hudorra knew that even if the other Jedi that young man had spotted in the crowd had joined him, they would have suffered the same fate.
Only one had been willing to meet his gaze.
One thought entered the mind of all the assembled Jedi, who eventually dispersed with the crowd: It was a mistake to come here.
"There were no other Jedi to help that young man, Master." Noriah said. "Coming here was a waist of time. We may be the only Jedi left-"
"That boy didn't need help, he needed to hide." Master Hudorra said as he took them into a secluded alleyway. "Give me your lightsaber."
She hesitantly complied, reaching for her saber. "Why master?"
He grabbed it and threw it into sewer drain along with his own, to her shock and horror. "Because you won't need yours, and I certainly won't need mine."
'"But..." Noriah started.
"The time of the Jedi is over. The galaxy we sought to protect has turned against us. For now, we must concentrate on survival. Forget about the Order. Forget about the Temple, and forget everything you've been taught about the Force." He turned to her. "I am no longer your master, and you are no longer a Jedi."
Tears began to well up in Noriah's eyes.
He placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Listen to me Noriah, the future of the Jedi, however few or many of us there may still be, depends on all of us surviving. No situation lasts forever. But for now, we must go to ground. Hide our abilities and our beliefs, and hope for a day when the Jedi Order will be reborn." He looked away from her and at the burning ruins of the Temple. "Though I do not know that we will live to see that day. The future has always been difficult to discern." He reached for the bag of credits on his belt and handed it to her. "Take this. It's not much, but it'll get you away from Coruscant. Go now, Noriah Na. Find a new life for yourself. Find a purpose that makes you happy, maybe build a family. But go."
Noriah, tears in her eyes, accepted the bag with shaking hands. "Master..."
"Forget your past. Forget me." He ordered one final time. "Go."
And with that, the young girl turned around and disappeared into the crowd.
When he was sure, Noriah would not be coming back to him, Hudorra lowered his head in sadness.
"That was a very hard thing you did, Kai Hudorra." A new, familiar voice said from behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see a man with white hair, and wearing military fatigues. He had his arm in a sling. He looked back at where Noriah walked towards, not facing Jennir.
"It was the necessary thing, Dass Jennir."
"Yes, you returned to Coruscant even though the beacon tells us to stay away."
"I didn't know. I had to dispose of our com links. But you are here..."
"Seeking counsel, the same as you."
"I would counsel you to get rid of that lightsaber you have hidden in your sling. Or do you plan on charging into the Temple as well?"
Jennir turned to the temple, shaking his head. "I would not waste my life so hastily, or so vainly. But neither am I done fighting for the principles on which the Republic is based." He turned to Master Kai. "I could use your help, Master Hudorra."
Kai closed his eyes and lowered his head. Then he shook his head. "No. I am done with war. I'm going to follow the advice that I gave to the girl. Perhaps when the Jedi Order is rebuilt. But until then, the galaxy will have to go without my sword."
"What will you do?"
"I recall that Master Geiit once remarked that an individual skilled in the ways of the force can make a comfortable living for himself as a gambler." He then turned to Jennir as he started to walk away. "May the force be with you, Dass Jennir."
Jennir smiled. But then he looked back at the burning Temple.
"I hope so."
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
She was running down a long dark corridor. No doors, no light - no clothes - just darkness and the resounding echo of her quick steps. She didn't know why she was running, or what from, or why she was naked, but she kept running and running, always knowing that she was too slow, way too slow, and her time was running out, as was 'her' time.
Who was 'she'? What ..?
The walls were coming closer. She couldn't see them, but they were closing in. The faster she ran, the quicker they moved. Soon, the corridor had become too narrow to run and she dropped down and crawled further into the never-ending abyss that was trying to squash her. The darkness swirled around her, tugged at her, first gently, then stronger, and suddenly, Ahsoka was drowning in a sea of pure black.
When the world stopped spinning, all was quiet, all still dark. In the distance, there were two lights, one green, one white, quickly coming closer.
They danced around her for a while, then took the shape of Barriss and Jenna, just as cloth-less as she was. How? Why? But the questions didn't matter, nor did the answer to them. The three of them embraced and kissed each other and pure bliss raced through Ahsoka's mind as she let her hands glide through Barriss' black and Jenna's silvery-golden hair. So different, so beautiful, so dear to her.
As they continued to kiss, their hands roaming each other's bodies, they were surrounded by a dozen men. Each of them a copy of Lux Bonteri or Nyx Okami. Each of them naked, jerking off their erect cocks in the direction of Ahsoka, who was neatly sandwiched in between Barriss and Jenna, covering the three girls in his baby batter, as they all continued to play with each other.
But then, in the midst of her blissful dream, she found herself alone in the Sith shrine buried beneath the Jedi Temple, the holocron chamber. She was still nude.
Then she heard a raspy, sinister voice.
"Execute Order, sixty-six."
Then, Captain Rex and a squad of clones surrounded her, weapons at the ready.
She was stunned.
"Rex?" She asked. "What's going on?"
He only answered with the following sentence. "Find him. Find him. Fives."
They then opened fire. She ignited her lightsabers and deflected the bolts coming at her. As this happened, images flashed across her vision.
Jenna Zan Arbor ignited her own saber, and she and Barriss fought. She gasped and stared in disbelief at the images she had found beautiful only instants ago, fighting, before being gunned down by Clones.
Then her feet refused to carry her. She felt something hot and stinging – no, two somethings, one on her back, one on her belly. Just as she looked down to see what it was, the clones stood above her as she held on of the burning blast marks. Blue light flashed from their barrels, impaling Ahsoka all around. She collapsed and fell … and finally could open her eyes.
The young Togruta was bathed in cold sweat. Her breath was quick and panicked, her heart raced. Eventually, she heard the soft breathing of Jenna's and the gentle touch and warmth of her white friend who was embracing her in her sleep.
A dream. It had only been a dream.
"You wouldn't do that to me, would you?", she mumbled half to herself, then briefly closed her eyes and forced herself to focus.
Ahsoka got up and left the room, leaving the soundly-sleeping Jenna on the big bed. She sat down on the floor in the living area, in front of the viewport that looked out over the nebula. As the blue light washed over her, she closed her eyes and meditated.
"Can't sleep?"
Ahsoka reopened her eyes. How long had she been sitting here? How long had Jenna been standing there?
"Bad dream", she mumbled.
"The Clones?"
She hesitated for a moment.
"And you." She said before thinking of Order 66. "And Rex."
"Want to talk about it?"
She shook her head.
"No, was just a dream, I'll be alright."
Ahsoka sighed and turned towards her friend with the concerned voice.
"But ..."
She extended her arm.
"... could you hold me? Like, really tight?"
Jenna seemed surprised but didn't say anything. Gently embracing the quivering orange girl, she laid her head on top of her shoulders, pressed her to her chest and started to softly hum. Ahsoka did not recognise the tune but it caused tears to well up in her eyes. Silently crying, she simply listened to the soothing voice - a gentle voice, a caring voice, so very different from her dream.
After what must have been an eternity, Jenna stopped.
"Come", she simply said, "let's play a game, you and I."
"A - a game?"
"I think you could use the distraction."
With that, Jenna winked and released her grip on the Togruta.
"Come", she invited her again, then turned and started walking. They left the living area and went to a different part of the apartment.
Ahsoka followed her secretive friend down a flight of stairs and into a big windowless room. As soon as they had entered a soft, dull light had spread throughout the empty black training room.
Black? This must be the only black room in the entire apartment. Ahsoka was surprised it even existed. It seemed so unlike her friend, with her white-fetish's to have a black room at all.
She looked at Jenna who was grinning ear to ear.
"Black?"
Jenna nodded.
"Every then and now, I don't mind a break from all the white and green and silver I'm surrounding myself with. I've wanted to come down here with someone for so long."
Jenna blushed.
"But I haven't had the chance to come here with anyone in ... a long time. A very long time. Until now"
Ahsoka wasn't even trying to make sense of what she had just been told, but judging by her friend's reaction, this was not your average dark room. In fact, it was kind of hot in here, and damp, as if they had entered the mouth of a gigantic beast.
"So, what is this place?"
Jenna was fidgeting.
"A bath", she simply said.
"A - "
Suddenly, the room rumbled and a large part of the ground slid away and disappeared into a wall, revealing a pool. The pool had been painted black as well, and had it not been illuminated, Ahsoka could hardly have told the perfectly still water from the floor.
"A bath", she repeated, staring at the black pit.
She knelt down and felt the water. Hot, but not uncomfortable, she could definitely see herself relaxing in here. She stood back up and looked at her white friend.
Her eyes widened, then she looked down at herself. When they had entered the room, she hadn't noticed, but now that their skins were wet from the bath's steam and their sweat, it was kind of hard not to. In the weak light, they seemed to glow through the empty black room. A white star and an orange one.
"Ok, I'm impressed."
She marvelled at the illusion, watched their colours flicker across the room.
"This the game you wanted to play?"
Jenna simply smiled in response and Ahsoka watched as the secretive white star hovered back towards the door they had entered. She stopped in front of it and turned back to her.
"You do trust me, Ahsoka?", she asked.
"I -"
What? Why? Why now? What does ..?
Trying to gather her thoughts, Ahsoka swallowed a faint feeling of unease.
Had Jenna at any point during the last couple days given her the impression of wanting her ill, Ahsoka would never have agreed to their... arrangement. She had no reason to mistrust her new friend and she felt no malice from her now either.
"I do."
If she had to worry, then she would worry when she had to, not before. That's what she had promised herself only hours ago, and she was not going to give up that easily.
"I do trust you, Jenna", she repeated with a firmer voice, almost as if to convince herself.
Jenna smiled and touched the wall.
"Remember that."
The door that had slid up when they entered came crashing down and the thud echoed throughout the dark room. She waited until it faded, then let go of the wall.
"BC-14-3, lock us down."
Heavy locks snapped into place and moments later, a mechanical voice reported.
"Lockdown complete. Default time limit: four standard hours."
Wha- ? Why? And what kind of bath had its own security system?
"Target species: Togruta and human. Release supplements Orenth-25 and Herf-14"
Target species?!
Ahsoka didn't like the sound of that, but Jenna simply grinned, then everything vanished. The lights had gone out and a heavy darkness swallowed them both, swallowed the pool, swallowed the ground they were standing on, swallowed the entire room. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, just a lone little Togruta girl and the darkness surrounding her.
"Jenna?"
There was a soft rustling, but beyond that, nothing.
"Jenna?!"
Something chuckled at a distance.
Ahsoka closed her eyes – not because it would have made any perceivable difference in what she could see, but it just seemed to help her concentrate.
Jenna was somewhere in front of her, bit at a distance, but her presence in the force was wavering.
"What are you doing?!"
Nothing, and it was making Ahsoka nervous.
"Talk to me! Are you alright?"
Another period of silence.
Finally, Jenna's presence in the force flickered and disappeared. Wait, that wasn't true; she first hadn't noticed because she was so focused on Jenna, but everything she felt in the force was disappearing.
Her montrals informed her that something was encircling her, then they too failed her and stopped making sense. She was now blind, helpless … prey.
Feeling the adrenaline pumping into her veins, she noticed her breath was quickening, as was her pulse. She felt dizzy, all of a sudden.
"You're not going to run?"
Ahsoka flinched. Jenna was ... somewhere. Without the force or at least her montrals that she had relied on her entire life, it was difficult to say, and something was constantly making her lose focus.
A soft growling surrounded her.
"Do - do I have a reason to run?"
She took a step backwards, but where would she run? The room was sealed and the only solid ground to run on was a circle around the pool.
"That's the game, silly. You are the prey and I'm the nasty predator that's going to eat you."
Ahsoka took another couple steps back. Jenna was coming closer. Or was she? And where was she, anyway? Why...?!
Her heart jumped and all but stopped beating as she was suddenly embraced by something from behind.
"Gotcha!"
Hot lips kissed her on the cheek.
"You suck at this game."
"Jenna?! What's happening?! Why can't I -"
"Feel the force? Yes, funny thing, that. Used to read about a jedi drop-out – oh, ages ago, when I was young and crazy. Very strong in the force, but poor guy couldn't handle the visions the force granted him; apparently saw something so painful he almost went insane. Turned to deathsticks – strong hallucinogens – which he found out deadened his sense of the force for a while, stopped the visions. The jedi could, of course, not train a junkie who was preventing himself from feeling the force, so he left. He experimented with drugs, trying to create something that would achieve a similar effect without the hallucinations. Eventually died of a drug overdose. He succeeded, though, all that's left is the dizziness you're feeling."
She kissed her again – on the neck, this time - and Ahsoka felt Jenna's hands going for her breasts.
"Don't worry, when I tested it on me, I was very relieved to also find out the effects were temporary and quite harmless."
The invisible hands that had cupped her breasts were now moving up towards her throat, where they found the collar of her pyjama top. And as they slowly felt their way down the seam and clasped the topmost button to undo it, another hot kiss hazed her brain.
She reached over her shoulder where her blind fingers found what had to be the gold-topped head of her invisible white lover. Running her fingers through her hair, she gently caressed Jenna who nibbled on her lekku in response and undid another button, and another, then gently tugged on her top. Slowly, the silky fabric slid off her shoulders and fell to the ground, disappearing into the darkness that surrounded them.
Ahsoka gasped. The hot steam that now danced over her exposed skin and played with the rock hard nipples felt incredible - and it wasn't the only thing playing with them. She groaned as quick fingers firmly grasped the little buds on her breasts before they turned their attention to her chest as a whole.
Jenna's naked body felt cool in comparison to the hot steam the bath was giving off, and their sweat was making them slippery. Feeling those erect nipples poking into her back and softly massaging her with every movement of her lover made felt … indescribable. Normally, she would not have noticed such faint caresses at all, but here – robbed of her sight, of her grasp on the force and even of her trusted montrals – she found she was much more sensitive to touch.
She turned and hugged Jenna, kissing the first thing her lips would find.
Collar bone. Not good enough.
Her hands glided over the cool soft back and she was surprised by how fragile Jenna felt in this darkness. In the meantime, Jenna's hands had found her rear and they were massaging it, spreading a tickling feeling on her sensitive skin.
Ahsoka smiled and licked the darkness in front of her, then let her lips crawl up the sleek neck, over the small chin – up, where they finally found what they were looking for.
Their hungry mouths entwined and opened to allow wild tongues to battle each other. Ahsoka brought her hands up to play with the long emerald hair she could not see.
So close, and they could not see each other, they could not feel each other in the force - nothing existed, nothing but their flesh, their hot black flesh clashing into each other, and she wanted more, she wanted closer, much closer. Pressing herself into the soft flesh, she drove Jenna into a wall. She hadn't noticed they were moving, nor did she care, all she wanted right now, was to get closer to Morai.
Without ever stopping to kiss the black white lips, Ahsoka slid her leg in between Jenna's, drove her own body up and violently humped the pristine flesh in front of her into the wall.
More. More!
She groaned.
More!
They had to stop kissing, they needed air. Reluctantly, Ahsoka lifted her lips and immediately, their loud gasps filled the room.
Ahsoka licked Jenna's chin, then sucked on her neck, growling softly.
She hadn't thought it possible, but when Jenna started to squirm beneath her, she felt her hips speed up even more.
You're not escaping me!
Her right hand found Jenna's breast and she gently twisted and pinched the hard nipple.
You're not escaping me! You're not!
Surprising herself with how violently she craved the invisible spirit, Ahsoka growled again, louder than before.
Jenna twitched and moaned, then shuddered as she reached her orgasm.
Ahsoka stopped and hugged her tightly. She hadn't reached her own peak yet, but she didn't care, she loved the vibrations her weakly moaning lover's twitching body was sending through her own and the soft push against each other their breasts made with each of Jenna's heavy breaths. She kissed her again and closed her eyes, but the white woman had other plans than to end it here.
Jenna rolled over and pressed Ahsoka against the wall she had been pressing her against. As their bodies separated, Ahsoka felt her licking her neck, almost as if apologising, then the hot tongue moved further down her invisible orange body.
She stood there and stared into the darkness, seeing absolutely nothing. The long tongue had reached her left nipple, and its caress was giving her goosebumps. After a while, it slid under her boob and down her belly, around her navel, into her navel, and out again.
Lean fingers seized her pyjama's pant at her waist and pulled the wet and sticky fabric down. Had she really still been wearing her pants? Had she really been so immersed in her attack on Jenna that she simply ... forgot?
She trembled with anticipation as the hot wet feeling detached itself from her navel and slid downwards and she caressed the slowly sinking head. Jenna's tongue was now only a couple fingers away from her most sensitive spot and she was breathing heavily.
Now. Now!
Tilting her head up, she waited, but cruel Jenna curved – just before her tongue would have reached its target – and went for her leg, instead. Apparently enjoying the frustrated groans of the quivering Togruta, Morai repeated the pattern a couple times.
Curse you, immortal witch, I'm not getting any wetter!
She bit her lip and endured until she couldn't endure it anymore, then grabbed her tormentor's head and violently yanked it into her crotch.
Soft lips spread her own lower lips and finally – finally – the hot wet feeling attacked the place she had been wanting it to.
"By – the – force!"
Passionate moans echoed throughout the darkness. Jenna was very very skilled with her tongue and knew exactly where and how to push her buttons. Hugging her tightly by the waist, Jenna's tongue relentlessly dove into the very depths of her lap.
Ahsoka heard something rip but couldn't focus enough to care. Gentle hands slowly forced her own onto her back and she let it happen. She also let the soft feeling that followed wrap itself around her hands and she didn't fight it when it tightened around her wrists either. Jenna must have destroyed what had been her pyjama's pants and was tying her up with its remains. Ahsoka didn't mind – quite on the contrary – the extra feeling of helplessness in this darkness was very erotic.
"Jenna", she breathed.
"Jenna, I'm -"
Another flick of her lover's tongue replaced the rest of her sentence with another passionate moan.
Ohhhh, yes!
Ahsoka tilted her head upwards and … nothing. Jenna had suddenly stopped and although her lower body bucked in protest, release was denied to her.
"Jenna? Why dih-"
As suddenly as Jenna had stopped, she resumed her caress, and Ahsoka was quickly driven right back to the very brink she had been at before.
She bit her lips and her body tensed, but again, Jenna stopped just instants before she would have crossed the critical line.
"Why?!", the heavily panting little Togruta wailed into the darkness, that's all she could manage before another hot, wet touch robbed her of her breath.
Her body was aching. She needed, needed, needed, needed, needed her release, and she needed it now, before she was losing her mind.
Grinding her hips desperately, she groaned as the soft torture device in-between her legs continued its work.
Don't stop! Don't you dare to stop! Don't you karking dare -
She felt her body tense again. Just a bit ...
"No!", she screamed, "curse you, Jenna!"
Her body was vibrating, shaking in frustration, but it was no use, she was denied another orgasm.
"You cruel schutta! You -"
And it continued.
Ahsoka howled and cursed. Had she been able to, she would long have shaken off the devious spirit and rubbed herself to bliss, but the stupid wet cloth that bound her was surprisingly tough. Helplessly, her tired body struggled and jolted, but there was no way out and the darkness in her lap forced her to the very edge again and again and again.
"Please", she eventually broke down, "please, I'm sorry!"
Jenna switched to rubbing and licked her belly once.
"You say something, darling?"
"Please! I can't take this anymore!"
"Hmm ..."
Jenna flicked her tongue across Ahsoka's most sensitive spot and it sent shivers throughout her body.
Slowly, the wet caress crept down and into her labia, where it found and massaged that little spot between her legs her white lover so adeptly took advantage of to make her feel both, the most wonderful moments and the most dreadful pains.
Which would it be this time?
"Don't stop", Ahsoka whispered as her hips started to softly rock in conjunction with the intensifying caress in her lap.
"Whatever you do, don't stop."
Her breath was wild and rugged, and her mind hazed with pleasure. In-between the moans Jenna tortured from her lips, Ahsoka continued to breathe the word 'please' over and over again, almost as if in a mantra.
There it was again, this dreaded edge.
I'll get you for this, Jenna!
Ahsoka bit her lip and tensed up.
If you stop again, I'll, I'll -
She was flying.
Literally. The very moment Jenna had pushed her over the edge and just an instant before her body realized she was having what might just be the orgasm of her life, crazy Jenna had suddenly sprung to her feet, grabbed her and flung her into the darkness.
Hands still tied on her back, Ahsoka bucked and shrieked mid-air as the long-overdue release wrecked her little body and shredded her mind.
Everything drowned in white pleasure. Her body felt the adrenaline from falling in absolute darkness, but her mind didn't register it; her mind didn't register anything, it was just blank
Wildly spasming she flew for who knows how long before her body described an arc and gravity pulled the twitching Togruta back down. Even if her hands had not been tied, Ahsoka would have lacked the focus to break her fall. Fortunately, she was not required to as she landed in the pool with a loud splash. There, hovering through an unending abyss of heavy liquid, her climax eventually subsided and in its place, a soothing warmth comforted her broken flesh as once again, darkness surrounded her. Fighting to form coherent thoughts, the still-quivering orange girl let her body float up to the surface, where it was embraced and kissed.
"Jenna", Ahsoka said as she regained her breath, "you lunatic."
Long fingers gently stroked her face, then Morai kissed her again and undid her bounds as she did.
"You wonderful lunatic."
Ahsoka hugged the darkness and was happy to feel her arms close around her friend. Surrounded by all that hot water, the invisible white body felt almost cold, and Ahsoka loved the chill their embrace sent through her nipples.
Pressing and rubbing against each other, they twirled and danced, more laughing than moaning as their flesh clashed. They didn't bother with touching each other in a particular place or in a particular pattern, anymore, their desires were base, primitive, simple: they wanted more of each other. And more. And more. And although occasionally, one of them would shudder in orgasm, neither of them was satisfied and they quickly continued. Until … it happened.
Ahsoka didn't quite know how to describe it, but as the hot water heated up their bodies and they stopped feeling a difference between the temperature of the water and their own, the boundary between their beings disappeared and their entities ... overlapped, they merged. The darkness melted them down and made them one, fused their very cores together. There was no water anymore, no flesh, no room. Everything was darkness and they were the darkness, they were everything and they were one.
She was tired, and quite likely, it was simply their prolonged exposure to complete darkness messing with her mind, but she didn't care. It felt amazing and more satisfying than anything they had done to each other in this room
After a while, the illusion subsided and eventually ceased, and when it did, neither of them had any strength or desire to continue. Gently embracing each other, they simply floated through the darkness, never moving, never speaking, and enjoyed the simple act of existing.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
New Plympto, Separatist camp.
The morning has broken bright and cold. In the air, the non-familiar aroma of alien bodies in close proximity and something he's never gotten used to... the pungent tang of preserved Rikknet eggs.
But the sky is clear. Tranquil as a pond.
A good omen.
"Have the scouts reported back in, Captain Greenbark?" Jennir asked.
"As you predicted, General." Bomo said. "The weather's holding, and the clones are moving their support vehicles towards the reservoir. General Rootrock has the troops in position on the ridge. It looks like a good morning to die, eh?"
"I hope not."
Jedi General Dass Jennir looked through his binoculars and looked down at the pass below. A column of Repub-... Imperial vehicles were moving through the area, with Clone Stormtroopers marching alongside.
Rootrock got into cover next to him. "The troops are in position, General. Just give the word."
Jennir nodded to him. He looked on either side of him, and saw hundreds of natives taking cover, ready for battle, armed with blasters, grenades, battle axes, and various heavy weapons, but not many.
'The future has always been difficult to discern.' Master kai Hudorra had said. He was correct.
The future was always in motion, and unknown. All one could do was follow the force, and one's feelings.
Jennir reached for his lightsaber and stood up.
This feels right.
He ignited his lightsaber and waved it around before pointing it at the Imperial forces.
"CHARGE!"
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx