Content warnings: Paralysis following non-consensual drugging, Atai Molec being a creep, non-consensual groping, panic attack, masturbating over a non-consensual participant, degrading language

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Ahsoka poked at her lunch, not exactly hungry.

Today's meal had a slightly strange taste to it, almost salty but not to the point where it was inedible.

It surprised Ahsoka that the girls were being fed the same food that she was served by Molec. She wasn't sure whether to feel disgusted or relieved that they were being fed better than the GAR.

Disgusted because the clones were dying day in and day out to protect innocent civilians whilst eating nutrient-dense slop, whilst those same civilians enjoyed these luxuries.

Relieved because these girls had it hard enough that they deserved proper food after everything Molec was putting them through.

She had mostly tuned out of the conversation between Convor and Miel, though she knew the latter had been casting her looks ever since she had learnt that she was a Jedi.

Luna and Jiang were present as well, though Caelum was missing. Ahsoka wondered how their schedules worked. Caelum was a slave like the others, but her tasks didn't appear to consist of chores and serving Molec's desires.

Luna looked up from across the table, thankfully looking better now her ribs were healing. "Are you okay, Blue?"

Ahsoka forced a smile, laying down her fork of which she had just eaten some sort of root vegetable. Like everything else, it was seasoned heavily with salt.

"I'm fine." She raised an eye marking at the girl, "Are you alright?"

"I've been better," Luna replied, "I'm just glad I haven't seen him since the last time."

Ahsoka was glad as well. She hoped Molec kept his distance from the girl for as long as possible.

"I miss home," Luna continued, her eyes downcast. "And my brothers."

Ahsoka reached across the table, laying her hand over Luna's. She squeezed her hand tightly, "I miss my brothers too."

She wanted to tell Luna that everything would be alright, that she would be reunited with her family, but Ahsoka knew better than to spew false hope. She didn't even know where the girl's brothers were.

Next to Luna, Jiang huffed a Kiff word under her breath. Ahsoka pressed her lips into a line as she translated it in her head.

"She's not pathetic," Ahsoka chastised lightly, in the same language. Luna could hardly be shamed for her grief when she was only a teenager.

Jiang's head snapped up, her eyebrows furrowed. She spoke in basic this time, "We are not the same, even if you know my mother tongue."

Her tone was aggravated, her fists tightening around her cutlery. Miel and Convor paused their conversation, the former sighing, "Give it a day off, Jiang. There's no need to be hostile."

The Kiffar scoffed, "I'd like to see darling Blue be used by the guards like I am."

Ahsoka could not understand this woman. One moment, she could socialise normally with the others, and the next, she was barking down their throats.

She wondered just how long it took Jiang to accept this as her reality. She seemed more opposed to being a slave than any of the others, but she didn't hesitate from kneeling in front of the Queen earlier that day.

She had always thought that Kiffars were too headstrong to submit like that. Whatever Molec had done to Jiang, it had a long-lasting impact.

She tried to be compassionate. It was obvious that Molec despised Jiang enough to allow his guards to abuse her. Ahsoka would never understand what her life was like, day in and day out.

"What was your role in the Kiff War?" She asked, deciding it was a good change in conversation.

Jiang sighed, like she didn't enjoy conversing whilst eating her meal, but she had the decency to respond. "I was an espionage agent for the Consolidates."

Ahsoka took a sip of water, noticing that her head was starting to ache slightly. "So, you would know Alex?"

The Consolidates were the Kiffu side of the Kiff Civil War, and the ultimate victors of the conflict that lasted many decades. The espionage agents were typically young females, such as Jiang and Alex, whose jobs were to seduce Kiffex officers in exchange for information.

It suddenly made sense why Jiang had so easily been made vulnerable when she came to Coruscant. Alex spent the first few months of the Clone Wars fearing any male who came too close, a paranoia that took a long time to overcome.

The Kiffar fully lifted her head, "Yes, do you?"

Ahsoka nodded, trying to ignore how her eyes suddenly blurred. "I know Brightside too."

Jiang's mouth twitched like she wanted to smile, "Diana? That's a name I haven't heard in a long time. What about Hiro? He was still flying, last I heard."

Ahsoka hesitated, and Jiang's face dropped.

"Captain Concorde died near the start of the war, he was defending a Republic medical centre." She said softly, remembering the pilot's larger-than-life personality. His death hit Anakin hard, they were good friends.

"Oh," Jiang looked at her hands, "But, him and Alex…"

Ahsoka was about to reply with reassurance that Alex was doing well in the aftermath of Hiro's death, when a wave of dizziness washed over her. It felt like the entire room had just turned upside down, but she was the only one to notice.

She put her hands on the table, squeezing her eyes closed.

"Blue?" Someone asked, worried, and she couldn't decipher if it was Jiang or Luna. "Convor!"

"I'm okay," Ahsoka tried to stand, hoping that laying down in the bunkroom might help her head. She was probably dehydrated, or overly exhausted. She hadn't slept more than a few hours total over the last week. "I'm just gonna…"

Her knees gave out beneath her, fingers scrambling for the table's ledge to hold onto, but her body hit the ground all the same.

Ahsoka's vision swam, she saw all of the girls hovering around her. Convor's lips were moving, but Ahsoka couldn't hear what she was saying. Someone else was shaking her shoulders, which only made her head hurt worse.

Someone was telling her to stop fighting and let go. Ahsoka couldn't decide if it was one of the girls or a voice in her own mind.

Even if she wanted to cling to consciousness, she was quickly losing her ability to stay awake. Slowly, the girls' faces blurred into coloured blobs, and then darkness.

"Move aside," a man's voice was the last she heard. "She needs rest."

Their voices faded into silence, and the hands gradually left her skin.

Ahsoka wasn't completely unconscious, it felt like the sedatives that the medics gave her if she started lashing out after a head injury.

It was like being in a light sleep, and only really being aware of Anakin pulling a blanket over her body, or Kix softly warning her that he was about to put a needle in her arm, not that she could do anything to stop him.

She could feel herself being carried, the weight of someone's arms unfamiliar yet not unwelcome. The embrace felt somewhat safe, though she knew it wasn't her Master or a clone carrying her.

Then, after a while of walking, her limb body was placed on something soft. Ahsoka couldn't help but trill at the pleasant feeling of silk sheets and a mattress that wasn't as flimsy as the ones in the bunkroom.

The person chuckled when they heard her, their voice deep and masculine. It should have made Ahsoka feel panicked, but whatever had caused her limbs to feel like dead weights was also keeping her calm.

Time went on, and it could've been hours or days for all Ahsoka knew.

She was still on the soft bed, her body pressed against something that was practically emanating heat like a radiator. A gentle finger was stroking her cheek, quiet words murmured against her montrals that she couldn't make out.

Ahsoka let herself sleep for a while, the exhaustion of the past week weighing down on her. She would feel better when she woke up, and she could evaluate the situation. For now, the Force wasn't screaming any warnings, and she was tired.

"It's okay, little Soka," a voice said, "You can open your eyes."

That was Master Plo's nickname for her. Memories of being bounced on his knee as a youngling, or the Kel Dor Jedi teaching her to care for his house plants, circled around Ahsoka's mind as she slowly opened her eyes.

She was on a bed, as predicted. The sheets were maroon and silk, with the fluffiest pillow she'd ever felt laid under her head.

She was in a familiar palace bedroom, and dread replaced whatever peace she had previously felt whilst in ignorant slumber.

The fingers brushing over her cheek drew away, and Ahsoka flickered her eyes to the side.

Next to her, with their bodies touching at the thigh, hip, and shoulder, was Molec.

At such close proximity, Ahsoka realised just how much bigger he was compared to her. Propped on his elbow, Molec easily towered over her.

She realised for the first time that his eyes were blue, though not as vibrant as hers or Anakin's. It was more like Obi-Wan's shade, muted but still expressive.

Everything about him made Ahsoka feel sick. His demeanour, the way he was looking at her, and even the smell of his breath, left her feeling nauseous.

Her first instinct was to pull away, to put as much physical distance between her and the vile slaver as necessary, but she soon realised that her limbs were immobile.

Just like when she first woke up in the bunkroom, Molec had obviously drugged her with something that had the ability to temporarily paralyse her body.

Unable to move and laying next to him- in his bed- left Ahsoka with one major concern.

He was going to take advantage of her, and she would be entirely helpless to stop him.

"Hello, Blue," he greeted, his hand that had been rubbing her cheek moving to lay on the curve of her hip. "You're so pretty when you sleep, but I also like the confusion in your eyes."

"Get away from me," Ahsoka spat, her voice raspy from being drugged.

He smiled, his thumb rubbing the edge of her dress where a cut-out in the fabric revealed her skin. "You weren't so desperate to get away when you were pressing against me for warmth."

"You're sick," she replied, repulsed by his attitude. She couldn't even lift her head, the sensation of being unable to move during a dangerous situation was making her panic. "You have no idea how much I want to kill you."

Molec laughed at that, his warm breath making her cheek tingle. It stank of alcohol; he had clearly been drinking.

"That's very Jedi-like, little Soka." He crooned sarcastically.

"Don't call me that," she snapped, "Call me Blue, if you must, but not that name."

He didn't have the right to taint Master Plo's nickname that he had given her when she was a youngling.

His hand moved from her hip, which she had little time to be grateful for before he grabbed her face, cupping her chin and squeezing her cheeks to make her lips purse. The grip hurt, but it was more humiliating that anything else.

"You don't get to tell me what to do, little skug." He told her firmly, "Understand?"

He shook her head up and down as if she was nodding.

He let go shortly afterwards, returning his hand to sit higher on her waist, directly on her skin. Ahsoka's panic climbed as Molec's eyes dropped to her chest. The dress had been twisted where she was positioned, revealing much more flesh than normal.

She tried to move her arms again, to shove him away, but the drug must've been a larger dose than the first time. She tried to kick her feet, but she couldn't even wiggle her toes.

When Molec began to rape her, he wouldn't even have to hold her down.

Ahsoka's breaths were getting faster, her mind running with what was likely to happen next. She contemplated shouting out for help, but figured it wouldn't take long for Molec to clamp his hand over her mouth, or hit her in the head to shut her up.

Would he tear off her clothes, or leave them on? Ahsoka was sure that he would be rough and leave bruises on her skin, maybe even small cuts from his sharp nails.

How much would it hurt when he violated her? Ahsoka was no stranger to pain, her body was a map of scars from battles, but this would be an entirely different type of agony.

She had never been prepared for this as a Padawan. Knights were trained to deal with these types of situations, but the Council never saw the need to take precautions with Padawans.

Ahsoka was faintly aware that she was crying, and she was breathing too fast. It was like a panic attack. If Anakin or Rex were here, they would tell her to calm down and practise some deep breaths, maybe even demonstrate them for her.

But they weren't here.

And this wasn't Ahsoka's brain overreacting to a minor situation. This was a very real threat.

It would be only a matter of time before Molec moved his body over hers, and flashed his teeth in a cruel smile as he used his body to satisfy his own desire of claiming a Jedi.

Would she cry and scream, potentially furthering Molec's pleasure by struggling?

Would she keep a straight face and refuse to acknowledge it? Would she be brave enough to act as though the rape didn't bother her? Would that only make Molec mad?

She liked to pretend that she was fearless. She had gone through a lot since she first became Anakin's Padawan, and not once had she been startled by the reality that they were fighting for life or death.

She'd been buried under a destroyed droid factory, and made a joke to Barriss that they would run out of oxygen before they starved to death. She'd been poached by Trandoshan hunters, and completely brushed the experience off.

She had fought Ventress, Grievous, Cad Bane, and parasite-infected murderous clones, and always been okay.

But this…

This terrified her.

"My dear, you're shaking." Molec crooned, stroking the flesh of her waist with his thumb. She hated how he changed from insulting and cruel to kind and concerned like the flip of a switch. "Try to calm down, take some deep breaths. What's upsetting you?"

Ahsoka tried to feign calmness. She had been taught her entire life to release her fear into the Force, to trust in it. She forced herself to slow down her breathing, hoping her voice wouldn't shake.

"If- If you're going to do it, just get it over and done with."

Molec faked naivety, blinking at her, "Do what, Blue?"

"You know what I mean," despite her efforts, her lips wobbled around the words. She closed her eyes. "Just do it."

She could do this. If she just focused on something else and kept her eyes closed, it wouldn't be so real. She would think of the pain as a blaster bolt. She could take it.

Nobody would even have to find out.

"Open your eyes."

She obeyed, looking at Molec. Her limbs still felt too heavy to lift, but she could just about feel her fingertips twitching.

"I didn't think you would give in so easily," he observed, gently squeezing her waist. "Nevertheless, I have no desire to rape you. Not yet, anyway."

"How charming," she said through gritted teeth.

Molec laughed at that, right from his gut. Ahsoka wished she could turn her head away, so she didn't have to smell his awful breath.

"You're certainly entertaining, Blue." He said, his blue eyes twinkling. "As a Jedi, I thought you would relate to the girls I own here."

Ahsoka frowned, "What makes you think that?"

"You have a Master, don't you?"

"He's my teacher." She argued, immediately feeling defensive. He had no right to compare himself to Anakin. "He would never lay a hand on me. He respects me."

Molec was evidently pleased with her strong reaction, "And if you wished to leave the Jedi Order, could you?"

"There's nothing stopping me." Ahsoka replied, though she didn't know why she was even entertaining this conversation. "But I have no desire to leave."

He looked into her eyes, "Do you not have other desires?"

Her frown turned into a scowl at his implication, "Not the same ones that you have."

"Maybe we can change that."

Ahsoka's heart thudded in her chest as Molec pulled himself upright. She was unable to move, too frozen to even protest, as he rolled over her. He remained on his knees, straddling her hips.

The weight was crushing, it would've immobilised her even if she could move her limbs to her own accord.

"Relax, Blue," he soothed, as if he wasn't pinning her to the bed. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"I doubt that," she recoiled, only just managing to curl her numb fingers into fists when he started to remove his belt.

She averted her eyes to the ceiling when he tugged his trousers apart, revealing himself to her. If she didn't look at it, or think about it, then it wasn't real. It wasn't happening.

Deep breaths, Tano. Pretend it isn't real.

"You stopped me from punishing my slave in the market," Molec said, referring to their first official meeting, back when the Jedi were still in disguise. "I've held a vendetta against you ever since."

On the ship, Anakin had promised that he wouldn't let any of the Zygerrians hurt her, knowing she felt uneasy about dressing as a slave.

Ahsoka blocked out all thoughts of Anakin as she heard Molec spit into his palm. She couldn't imagine how he would feel if he found out what was happening right now.

He would probably Force-choke Molec and throw him out of an airlock, and then burn this palace to the ground- not that Ahsoka would try to stop him.

"I've learnt a lot about you since then," Molec continued, and she could hear his breathing change slightly as he began to masturbate over her body. Ahsoka kept her eyes on the ceiling, trying her hardest to block out the sounds that accompanied the act.

She told herself that it wasn't real, it was just a bad dream.

"You care about the other girls, even if you don't understand why they have accepted their ownership so easily," Molec said, panting between words. "You feel responsible for Luna, even though you know there's no way that you can help her. You don't like Convor."

"That's not true." Ahsoka fired back. "I don't like how you've convinced Convor that this is her purpose in life."

He laughed, "Oh, but she's such a good slave in bed."

"Don't talk about her like that." Ahsoka said, focusing on the ceiling.

"Sometimes, I take her and Miel at the same time." He boasted, "Did you know that 'Miel' means honey? I like making them touch each other."

Ahsoka squeezed her eyes closed. She couldn't tune out his disgusting commentary, nor the sounds of him masturbating over her. Surely, it would be over soon. She could feel a lump forming in her throat, and desperately didn't want to cry.

She was terrified that her tears would only fuel his fire.

"I haven't taken Luna yet; I like to build some suspense." Molec said, talking about the girl like she wasn't even a real person. "I'll touch her a few times, to begin with. Make her think that it won't be so bad."

She tried to move her arms, hoping that the drug had worn off enough that she could catch Molec off guard, but she could hardly lift her fists from the bed.

"You make me sick," she growled, opening her eyes but still refusing to look at him. "There's a special place in hell for people like you."

Molec chuckled, "I don't believe in such things."

Then, one of his hands moved to grab her shoulder, pressing her into the mattress. Ahsoka winced from the tight grip, only slightly glad that he wasn't pressing his weight into the shoulder that was still sore from when he dislocated it.

"I can't wait until the day I get to take you," he groaned, clearly approaching the finish line. "It'll be so rewarding, making a Jedi Commander scream."

Ahsoka felt tears form on her lashes.

"I won't drug you; I'll want to feel you struggling." He carried on, panting hard. "Maybe I'll get Caelum to hold you down. She usually does for the new ones who like to fight back."

Molec groaned from the back of his throat, and Ahsoka flinched at the sensation of his seminal fluid hitting her skin. It splattered across her face, over her eye, and up her montral.

She could feel a few drops of his seed hitting her exposed chest as Molec finished ejaculating. She kept her eyes closed, feeling vomit claw up her throat. She dug her nails into her palms to stop herself from being sick.

For a few moments, there wasn't any sound beyond Ahsoka's shaking breaths and Molec's heaving pants as he came down from his high. She could feel tears leaking down her face, wetting the pillow.

She felt humiliated, violated.

Molec wiped the wet head of his member on her skirt as he moved off her, murmuring under his breath.

"Good Jedi."