5 Months later, behind the Moon of Zygerria

Raging out of their infancy, the Clone Wars had come to a point where the lines were drawn in the sand, the galaxy had made its declarations, and war was finally upon the Republic in full swing from the Separatist Systems.

It had been five months since Anakin's influence had infiltrated the Jedi High Council, seducing the bountiful Jedi Master Shaak Ti and securing his secret from what indiscretions could arise, and what few ever did were promptly silenced by the Togrutan on high.

Despite his claim to the Master, he knew better than to try and drag her with him upon his campaigns, he knew too many Jedi in one area was a cause for concern and took it upon himself, when he campaigned he would alternate, deciding on who shall reinforce his fleet... and reinvigorate him after battle.

The Resolute rested in a low orbit position behind the Moon of Zygerria. It and half of the Open Circle Fleet had been stationed here for what had just become two standard weeks. Their mission was supposed to be a simple one, a Jedi Ambassador to land upon the neutral world to discuss their introduction to the Republic.

It shouldn't have taken more than two days, and yet neither Anakin nor his Padawan had reported back, let alone returned. By this stage, Luminara had decided that enough was enough, and against her true master's orders. She began prepping a rescue.

"General." The clones voice buzzed from the blue Visor of his helm, he was stood to attention before the Mirialan, his three squad mates beside him, their paints non-standard, their armour a highly advanced masterwork. Their discipline unwavering even as their Commander seemed to ignore them, distracted as she gazed beyond the bridge's viewports at the distant world.

"RC-1138... you, and your men have been requested to serve in an extraction operation." Luminara finally spoke, her gaze still fixed upon Zygerria. "General Skywalker and Commando Tano have lost contact, however, their Transponders are still active. We know their locations, they are still alive."

She finally turned, facing the squad, her arms folded across her stomach, slim firm and covered beneath her ever-present black robes.

"Your mission is to find the General and return him by any means necessary. You are to follow standard ROE however, we do not want to draw attention to this operation any more than we have to."

"Discretion is our speciality." The Commando responded.

Luminara sensed amusement, an internalized laugh emanating from the mind of the Commando whose armour seemed decorated with a large bloody handprint upon his faceplate. 'RC-1207' she noted with a brief glare.

"Rescue of Commander Tano comes secondary and provided it does not impact your duty with completing your primary objective." She then began her leave, not even waiting for a response or questions. "Everything you need to know will be transferred to your HUD's, avoid holo-contact."

"Yes General." The Commando Seargeant replied, turning to face his men, just as the door closed behind Luminara.

Meanwhile, Barris was confined to her quarters, adjoined to her Master, Luminara's quarters aboard the Resolute. She had been 'hiding' for the most part, avoiding public appearance aboard the ship for the most part despite the odd discretion that the 501st displayed regarding her swollen belly.

She had plenty of literature to comb through on their journey, opportunities to observe maps, star charts, planetary terrain. Helping the Intelligence and logistics crews with creating potential battle plans for the upcoming invasion of Zygerria and nameless other systems.

It was as close to the life of a princess as she had ever felt, waited on hand and foot by Droids and Clones, no stress was afforded to her and in her downtime, she enjoyed some 'private time' with Skywalker, Luminara or Tano... sometimes, all three.

These last two weeks however had been tense, both she and Luminara felt it, kindred spirits in their worry for Anakin. They had begun to share the same bed in the second week, but by then even sharing their bodies did little to distract them from the worry that encompassed them, the pain, suffering that Anakin could be facing. Who could fuck at a time like this?

Zygerria

"Argh!" Anakin growled out in a bestial roar, joined with the moaning cry of a buxom purple Togrutan. His hips were clamped against the meaty cheeks of her ass, as his hands clenched firmly upon her waist emptying his seed into her stuffed purple pussy, dripping and drenched with their combined arousal, her body falling limp as it hung. suspended by her wrists, cuffed to the wall in front of her.

"My my, you just don't have an off button, do you Jedi?" The Zygerrian Queen goaded as her gaze drifted along the wall of slaves. Many females of many species, sizes and ages. Twi'lek, Human, Togrutan, Cathar, Zeltron... a white puddle of the Jedi's cream pouring down their thighs, forming a small puddle around their knees.

"I must thank you for your service, with this, we'll be able to double our stock by the end of the year... and then, you can do it again." She let free a brief, reserved cackle as she rose from her chair, satisfied with her observation. "But before I go..."

She clicked her fingers, two larger Zygerrian males approached Skywalker, grabbing him by his shoulders and hoisting his weakened form up, dragging him alongside their Queen, Miraj Scintel.

She led them from the breeding pits to a smaller section of the Slave Bay, a heavily secured room. As the door hissed open the lights flickered, illuminating the sole figure for all to see.

Stood in the middle of the room, her arms chained above her head, suspended from the ceiling was a lone Chiss, as naked as the day she was born. Both Anakin and the Guards grew wide-eyed, all surprised by the rare sight.

"A true exotic product... a Chiss slave will fetch a -very- fine price on any world in Hutt Space." The Queen purred, turning her head then to her most prized Jedi. "But why settle for one, when you can help me create more... I trust I don't have to -insist- less my men will insist on that Pad-"

"I get it," Anakin grunted, huffing, trying to catch his breath, weakened from the previous '15? 20?' Just how many women had he been with today, how much was left in him?

"Good boy." She left, as her guard remained, joining those who stood at the edges of the room. The door sealed behind him. Miraj made her way down the corridor, turning towards the Turbo lift, pressing a key for the top of her tower, just before the doors sealed, she heard the first cry of the Chiss echo along the hall, bringing a smile to her face.

Queen's Office

Her office was spacious, almost as much as her throne room, a large desk occupying as the centrepiece, an intimidating sense of authority emanating from the jagged, golden structure. Her fingers traced along the polished surface as she circled the desk to her well-cushioned office chair, tapping a few keys upon a Holocom pad as she finally sat herself down.

Gazing up from between her knees, she saw the sullen, stained and tired face of the Togrutan Padawan, Ahsoka Tano.

"Your master is performing excellently I must say, clearly he cares for your wellbeing. Luckily for him, I take such good care of you don't I?" She teased, a fang-filled grin spreading upon her face, quickly fading as a glob of spit hits her nose, hucked up by the rebellious Jedi.

"Indeed, felt I should return the fav-" Ahsoka began, cut off as a clawed palm smashed across her face, leaving four, bright red marks along her cheek as they began to leak a trickle of blood each.

"You Alien whore!" Miraj screamed, grasping her hand around the horns of the Togrutan, her left reached for her skirt, hiking it up around her waist, revealing her pantiless attire, exposing her fuzzy feline crotch and with a snarl she pulled the Togrutan's face into her, forcibly grinding against the struggling Padawan who began rattling and fighting against the restraints beneath the desk.

"Careful bitch, wouldn't want to hurt that precious bump you have!" She hissed down, resulting in Ahsoka's tussling to slowly ease, submitting somewhat as she began to tend to the Zygerrian folds, running her tongue free to crawl within the Queen's royal folds.

"I beg your pardon?" A buzzing voice drawled out, a sense of disgust and anger bubbling below the deep clear voice, emanating from the Holocom which had apparently connected.

"Count Dooku!" Miraj yelped out, quickly trying to gather herself, reassuring herself that Ahsoka was not in the frame of the Sith's Holo as she felt the carnivorous tongue begin to rummage between her thighs. "I've called to inform you that my methods with General Skywalker have yet to produce any useful information in regards to Republic Fleet actions, but there have been no attempts or signs of a rescue for him or his Padawan."

"Good, my fleet will be there within the week to reinforce Zygerria, and I will personally be there to inspect this 'Holocron' you claim to have obtained from Skywalker... what is its condition?" The Count inquired.

"Inert, it has not been touched since we obtained it... no one wants to touch it, not even myself." Her voice briefly drifted off as she sank back against her chair with a faint, barely audible purr as she lifted a leg, curling it around the back of the Togrutan's hungry head, lapping obediently at her bare cunt as her arousal began to dribble out against her already stained mouth, the blood from the four claws seems to have stopped. 'She'll need cleaning after this...' She briefly pondered.

"Queen Scintel." Dooku's voice rumbled once more, a slight more irritated.

"Yes!" She stammered, snapping back to the Sith.

"I said, leave it be until my arrival, Holocron's are not to be taken lightly..." His jaw tensed as his nose briefly scrunched, a look of superiority and disgust all in the briefest of seconds. "...I trust your security will take this more seriously than you seem to."

"Th- they do, Lord Tyrannus! I d- do!" She stuttered, her grip upon the Togrutan tightening, pulling her deeper, crushing the poor teen against her trembling pussy, grinding against her face like she was little more than a scratching post.

"For your sake, I hope so." His face collapsed, the call cutting out as the blue glow faded from the room. Perfectly timed as her back arched, and her snarling cry rang into the air, squirting wildly across her newest slaves lips.

Slave Pits

The cries rang out with every slap that bounced off the walls of the room, so normally reserved, professional and sensible, the Chiss' cries were an unnatural sort of music to the Zygerrians in the room, observing the Jedi Knight as his hips slapped over and over against the thighs of the Chiss.

He had her held by her knees, lifting her feet from the ground to drape over his elbows as his cock buried itself between her puffy blue labia, his lips leaning in to wrap themselves around hers. They may have both been unwilling participants, but Anakin was going to at least enjoy himself as best he could. And such a rare catch he had, he wanted to taste her just once. Feel her tongue fight against his own as she struggled against the rattling chains, feel her clamp around his shaft as her body betrayed her and see her bright red eyes widen as he growled out, unloading his hot sticky seed deep within her waiting womb.

He finally found it, his limit. He was not sure what to expect when this moment ever arrived, but he felt numb, he didn't even notice himself falling backwards until his view was that of the lights overhead. Two guards leaning over him as they sneered, sparking up their Electrostaffs, no doubt ready to taze him back to life. His eyes closed for only two seconds.

He smelt the burning ozone, typical when tazed but surprisingly, no pain, no anything 'I can't feel it anymore.' He considered, eyes opening only to be met with a bright blue flash of light tearing through the air followed by several more in rapid succession, the perfect blue skin of the hanging Chiss was decorated with a splatter of red, most of the room was as his head desperately tried to turn. He couldn't manage it, his vision then began to blur just as a blue T-visor leaned into view, staring down over him as he passed out.

The Resolute, two days later

He awoke, gasping it felt like only a second had passed since his eyes fell shut, the lights were different, they seemed cleaner, more ordered, the room too a light beige with red markings. He was in his quarters.

His breathing began to calm as feeling slowly returned to his body, first of all with heavy pressure in his left arm. Slowly twisting his head to see, he found the sleeping face of Luminara pressed into his shoulder, laying atop his arm as she hugged tightly upon him.

'The only one to bear no fruit.' He thought, a small frown spreading upon his lips, he knew it distressed her, she felt a failure to him, she wasn't but it didn't stop him from taking pity on her. He slowly rose, checking himself for injuries, nothing beyond what he expected, old scars and past trauma's.

He carefully slid from the bed, wearing his dark leather trousers, managing to leave the Mirialan undisturbed as he donned his Jedi Robes, weak at the knees still as he leaned into the nearby dresser, taking a moment to collect himself before he stepped towards his door.

Before he could exit, it slid open, revealing a Blue T-Visor, the same one that hovered over him back on Zygerria before he faded.

"General Skywalker, good to see you're awake." He buzzed out from the speakers on his helm. "I'm RC-1138, Sea-"

"Boss... right?" Anakin interrupted, lifting a hand to rub softly at his face, trying to wake himself up, but feeling unable.

"Indeed sir. I was tasked with extracting you and Commander Tano from Zygerria by order of Gen-"

"Where's Ahsoka?" He interrupted once again, gaze rising to meet the visor of the Commando, the thought of his Padawan spurred him awake. "Is she safe? Is she alright?"

"She is, sir. Resting in her quarters..." He offered a slight nod towards the door in his room, adjoining him to his Padawans. "...she was injured when we found her, but we managed to extract her and capture the Zygerrian Queen with her assistance as well as retrieve your personal effects."

Anakin turned, quickly stomping across the room, almost running to storm into Ahsoka's room, the commotion woke Luminara as she groggily lifted her head from the pillows, gasping briefly as she pulled the blankets to cover her nude form from the Commando at the door.

"General, with respect. I don't care." Was all Boss uttered, his visor turning towards Luminara, offering her a reassuring nod. Still, it did nothing to relax her.

Anakin burst through the door, gripping the frame for balance as his body was weaker than his mind believed, still recovering from his ordeals upon the world of the slavers.

"Ahsoka!" He called out, his gaze met with the Togrutan Padawan, entwined with the Mirialan Padawan upon Ahsoka's bed, legs curled, arms upon each other, breasts and plump bellies squished together as their lips entrapped one another.

Both Ahsoka and Barriss had something between them, it seemed more than fun, while Anakin knew Ahsoka and Barriss were loyal to him, they too felt strongly about each other. He allowed it.

"Mashr-" She mumbled out, growing wide-eyed as she finally pried her lips from the Mirialans, grinning up to her master, four scars lining her left cheek.

Upon spotting them, his heart was torn between relief to see her again, and an unbound intense rage at whosoever dared to harm his property.

"Who did that to you?" He asked, slowly kneeling next to the cuddling pair, lifting a hand to slowly trail a finger along her cheek, rewarding him a shudder from his Student.

"Queen Miraj." She whispered, struggling between her desire to lean into his touch, and her recoil at the pain of her scars. Electing to simply close her eyes. "But I managed to recover your 'belongings'." Her gaze flicked to the footlocker at the foot of her bed.

Anakin's gaze followed hers, his palm resting down upon Ahsoka's belly as he leaned across to pull at the lid of the locker, inside he found his black leather robes, his lightsaber... and the Holocron. He freed a sigh of relief as he leaned upon the bed, pressing his lips to Ahsoka's, muttering a 'Thank you' to her, offering Barriss a briefer kiss of her own before retreating, climbing to his feet and getting dressed.

"Luminara, summon the Legion to the Hangar."

12 Hours later

The Hangar of the Resolute was closed, its ships stationed away maintaining a communications relay for the invasion force which arrived the day after Anakin's rescue. It had been two days since Anakin had passed out before he awoke, coming to he found out that Obi-wan had taken the full Open Circle Fleet to begin the invasion of Zygerria, leaving Anakin's flagship as distant support.

Anakin took this opportunity, this privacy to rectify a wrong among his crew.

He stood before his legion, the 501st, four companies of 2,000 Clones each and one fleet staff of 1,000 totalling just over 9,000 Clones and 200 non-clone staff. Before him, however, stood the 8,000 soldiers awaiting their orders.

"A wrong has befallen my crew, by extension has befallen me, and the Republic I dare say..." His arms were folded beneath his robes, clutching tight to his Holocron. "...this prisoner has assaulted and caused the suffering and deaths of countless beings across the galaxy, our galaxy. And laid this same suffering to my Padawan."

Ahsoka watched from the control bridge situated up high, beneath the main hangar doors, stood next to Luminara, Barriss, and Delta Squad.

"I feel the punishment should fit the crime..." He then turned his gaze to his right, stood in cuffs, stripped of all clothing was Zygerrian Queen Miraj herself. "...she won't bite or claw, nor flee. And you will all have your turn with her. When you have finished, you will leave the hangar and the next Clone will take their place. You will cease for -nothing-..." And then he turned his back to the Legion, walking for the doors to take a lift to the control room. "...enjoy."

The Queen barely managed a response before she found herself surrounded by troopers, grabbed, restrained, held down by dozens of hands she kicked and punched, writhing desperately to escape, but found herself unable to bite or claw, no true means to fight back as he panicked screams filled the air, echoing along the hanger as she felt the first of many clone cocks slide between her legs, stuffing her royal cunt full of Republic meat.

Her screams sounded into the control room for a few seconds before they were cut short, as another cock slid itself into her mouth, muffled screams growing louder as a Clone pulled her backwards, sliding his shaft between her rear, dry thrusting into her ass.

Ahsoka was transfixed upon the display, Anakin arrived a minute later taking a seat beside her, gazing beyond the window to watch the punishment he bestowed. Barriss and Luminara seemed somewhat disgusted, by the punishment, or by her crimes it was not sure.

"No one dares harm my girls," Anakin mumbled, wrapping his arms around Ahsoka, pulling her close as his hands slowly pulled down her white leggings. "Barriss."

Without delay, Barriss leaned across, pulling aside Anakin's robes, unfastening his trousers and fishing his semi-erect shaft free, just as Anakin pulled Ahsoka onto his lap, carefully aiming himself as she sat down upon his cock, sliding himself deep into her soaking folds, aroused by the show as she began to bounce.

The first two hundred clones were the most interesting, the Queen had some fight in her even still, getting a few good blows against a Clone as he approached, breaking a helmet or two, but ultimately still trapped and unable to escape, even struggling to breathe as her throat ached from the constant loads that rammed their way into her mouth. Her whole body ached by now and she finally gave up, resting back limp against the Clone beneath her, pounding up into her loosening ass as another cock thrust down into her drooling cunt, her protest non-existent as she felt the shaft between her maw throb as it poured against the back of her throat.

Ahsoka whimpered softly as she leaned back against Anakin, bouncing at her own pace, her master allowing her, something of a gift, a 'get well soon' gift. A rare opportunity to play with him as she pleased.

"Thank you, master..." She whimpered, shuddering against him as her second climax washed through her. "... for letting me watch."

"You're very welcome my dear." He groaned out, resting his chin upon her shoulder, wrapping his hands around her waist, cupping her plump belly as she continued bouncing against him, feeling his climax leave his body, filling her, filling his Padawan, filling Ahsoka Tano, his lover. Gods how he missed her these last few weeks.

Four hours had passed. The Zy gerrian was unconscious, laying in a pool of Clone semen running into drains within the hangar. Three clones occupying the limp body of the Queen at any given time.

"Master Skywalker, she won't survive." Luminara voiced her concerns, as she knelt between his thighs, running her tongue up along the underside of his soaked shaft.

"I didn't plan for her too." He replied dryly, grasping the hair of the master, pushing firmly as he shoved her lips around his cock, stuffing himself down her throat, in near unison with the clone currently thrusting himself into the maw of Miraj down in the hangar. "This is an execution, after all, she caused the rape of many and the death of many more... a punishment to fit the crime."

Luminara was unable to protest, simply choke her dismay away around the cock that was thrusting itself up against the back of her throat. Perhaps it was cruel, 'but I suppose he's right' she thought to herself.

"I think she's getting it easy." Barriss chimed in, laying back upon Anakin's chest, sliding down slightly to press her cum-drooling cunt into Luminara's bobbing face, offering her another leak to clean. "Only three at a time."

"You're right. Ahsoka, tell them they don't have to limit themselves, simply use her." Anakin turned his head to Ahsoka, who sat panting softly upon a nearby reclining chair, meekly lifting an arm out to tap an intercom.

"General Skywalker says, don't hold back boys." She grunted out before falling limp, resting once again.

This spurred the Clones on, several more approached the limp body, some lifting her hands, wrapping her fingers around their shafts, using her hands to masturbate themselves, some grabbing her feet, grinding against her soles or between her toes. Others tried to lean in and thrust into her mouth or cunt. None had any decorum, mercy or patience.

By the 4,000th clone, the Queen was fading in and out of consciousness, barely able to muster a thought, let alone say anything, her belly was swollen, stuffed with cum, her fur was drenched, face covered almost entirely numb to all sensation. At this point, Anakin ordered a halt to the process, an hour for her to recuperate and to be cleaned.

She was, and she did, managing a weak whimpering tone, calling out into the air. "Skywalker... I'm sorry... please."

'Sorry.' He thought, shaking his head slowly, sat alone in the control room, save for Ahsoka, sleeping next to him. Luminara and Barriss had left to take position at the bridge, monitoring progress on the invasion.

"Apology accepted Queen Miraj." He hummed into the intercom. "Resume!" He called out, as the clones descended upon her once more, he didn't bother to stay for the last half, he could make a good guess as to how it'd go, Luminara was no doubt going to be right. Instead, he stood, leaning down to scoop the sleeping Ahsoka from her makeshift bed, and carried her out into the hallway.

'No one will get between me and mine ever.'

It's been 84 years.

I've been considering a return for several months, but life always comes up and I get distracted, finally I got around to doing another chapter. And it's pretty dark.

But hopefully it'll help set up another big push forward for the story in the grand scale. And I hope I can get around to another chapter soon.

Not as much detailed smut as usual, more story focused this time, I'll get to work on fixing that up I hope. Am rusty D:

Anyway, stay hard, stay wet, stay safe!