Her head was pounding, she could taste the blood in her mouth, and she could feel the coldness of the metal restraints around her wrists and ankles, as well as on her back. She could tell she was naked, she didn't know why, but the cold was not a welcomed sensation at all. She was strapped to a metal slab that split just below her ass and forced her legs to remain open and that in itself was worrying.
Her vision was blurry, but she could still make out that there was someone else in the room with her. She thought of asking who was there but decided against it. If they wanted her to know they were there, they would've spoken by now and she knew that if she was to ask, her voice would tremble from the cold, and they would most likely take it as weakness, something she would never show.
She tried focusing, trying to clear her head, maybe if she succeeds, she can use the Force to get herself free from her restraints and get the hell out of there. Ahsoka heard movement to her left, and even though curiosity made her want to turn her head and look at whoever was there, she didn't move and remained as still as she was before.
Her vision started to focus and she thought that that was a win, a small one, but a win nonetheless. Taking a deep breath, she decided that that was the right moment to let her host know that she was fully awake and try and figure out where she was.
Asking her captor if this is how they treat all their prisoners, by stripping them of their clothes, she was surprised when she heard a chuckle coming from behind her. Suddenly, she felt pressure around her throat, just wrapping it, making sure that she knew if she did or said something they didn't like, all they had to do was squeeze it and she would be a goner.
Ahsoka didn't flinch, she was used to men trying to assert themselves by the use of force, especially against a woman. She decided to look up and see who was the man that had managed to catch her, despite all her best efforts to avoid it. Who she saw made her gasp in surprise.
Anakin. The man she had been hunting. But why was he doing that to her? Why hadn't he killed her already? She knew he was far too gone into the dark side, so why keep her alive at all? Did he want to torture her for information? If that was the case, he would be sorely disappointed.
Ahsoka felt Anakin's pressure leave her throat. She was going to ask him what he wanted from her, when she felt his hand slowly make its way down her chest to one of her breasts. She took in a sharp breath, which only made Anakin squeeze her breast in return and start to massage it.
She would be the first to admit that, during her more lonely nights before Anakin turned evil, she had thought how it would feel to have his body pressed against hers, to feel his hands roam her body, tracing every curve and dip in her toned physique. But never, not once, had she imagined she would be looking at his face masked by a dark mask.
Ahsoka asked what he was doing, but he didn't answer, he just kept playing with her breasts and pinching, every now and then, her nipples. Just like before, his hand started to make its way down her body and Ahsoka had a decent idea of where it was going next.
She asked again what he was doing and asked him, in a steady voice (or as steady as she could muster), not to do it. She tried to reason with him, in an attempt to gain some time, but all she received as an answer was another chuckle. She knew what was coming and she didn't want it.
As his hand got closer and closer to her entrance, she mentally prepared for what was coming. Then an idea popped in her head. Telling him that he could never have her, that just because he had turned to the Dark Side it didn't mean he was strong enough to break her. She was hoping that that would make him turn his attention away from her naked body and to something else. Maybe he would argue with her, giving her more time to think of a way out.
Unfortunately for her, it didn't deter him from what he wanted. She felt his hand stop at her entrance and caressing it with his gloved palm. She would be lying if she said that that didn't have an effect on her body, albeit involuntary. She wished she could move, but she was too sore and her mind was too all over the place to even be able to use the Force.
That's when she felt it. Anakin placed a finger inside of her, pumping it slowly in and out, making her body react to the feeling. She could tell he was enjoying having her at his mercy, his speed increasing the more she tried struggling against it.
She heard his voice for the first time since she had woken. Anakin looked at her and asked her why was it that, if she didn't want him to do what he was doing, her body was responding so well to his touch. Ahsoka answered that it wasn't by choice, before letting out a moan when he pushed his finger harder and faster inside of her. She kicked herself mentally for allowing that to happen.
Telling him that he might take her body, but he will never be strong enough to break her mind or even her body, she cursed as her words were cut by moans at every turn. Just before her whole body erupted with an orgasm, Anakin pulled his finger out and said that he was going to show her just how strong the Dark Side really is.
Ahsoka took a breath, thinking that this would be as far as he would go, but when she looked back at him, she was shocked. Anakin was taking his belt off and climbing onto the metal slab, placing himself between her thighs. She leaned her head back and prepared herself for what was coming, hearing him opening his pants.
She decided to take one last shot at stopping him and called him by his name before asking him not to do this. Anakin just chuckled and told her that she would soon be screaming his name and begging him for more, instead of asking him to stop.
He grabbed his cock and rubbed the tip on her entrance, making her body react to it, before pushing as hard as he could inside of her. Ahsoka screamed with pain, wishing she was anywhere but there. She heard him say, almost out of breath if that was even possible, just how tight she was and how good she felt, while starting to pump inside of her, nice and slow. It was clear to Ahsoka that he wanted to prolong this as much as possible.
With one hand playing with her breasts, while fucking her as painfully slow as he could, Ahsoka kept wishing that her body wasn't reacting to him, but, as hard as she tried, it seemed impossible for her to stop the small moans that were escaping her lips, or the way her body arched every time he would hit her core, or even how hard she would come whenever he would speed up just enough to make her come.
Still, through all that, she kept asking him to stop. But Anakin was too far gone and she could tell by the way he would moan and tell her how good she felt wrapped around his cock, that there was nothing she could do or say to make him stop.
Anakin kept pumping inside of her, taunting her every time she would moan, telling her how he would forever remember how the mighty Ahsoka moaned in pleasure at being fucked by him, how he wished he could taste her, how his cock fit perfectly inside of her and how he was going to fuck her every day from then on.
Ahsoka knew Anakin was close to coming when she felt him gaining speed and pounding into her with a certain level of abandonment. She also knew, as much as she hated to admit it, that she was close too. She could feel Anakin's cock hit her core with each pounding and she knew that she was on the brink of getting completely undone. That's when it happened. She felt Anakin give her one last, hard pounding and soon she could feel him fill her up to the brink, her own orgasm not far behind.
Anakin laid on her for a moment, perhaps catching his breath, before pulling out and standing up. Looking down at Ahsoka, he saw the tears in her eyes and he knew that he had succeeded in what he had set out to do: break her heart. Telling her that she should catch her breath because he would return soon for another round, Anakin left the room after composing his clothes.
As soon as Ahsoka heard the door behind her close, she let out the tears that had been polling in her eyes. She knew she had to get out of there no matter the cost. She couldn't go through that again and she would rather die trying to get away than become Anakin's sex doll.
Taking a deep breath and finding her balance, it was only a matter of time before she was centered and ready to fight. Now, to escape.