MAJOR WARNING: This fic is about Ahsoka's experience with Atai Molec on Zygerria. I will put content warnings in each chapter, but please heed the tags. This fic is about sexual slavery and includes rape/non-con elements.
Content warnings: Violence, Non-con groping, Atai Molec being a major creep
Ahsoka woke up in a cage.
It was better than a cell, but considering she was in the Zygerrian slave empire and none of her friends were with her, the circumstances weren't great.
It took a while to orientate herself, the electrocution taking a toll on her brain, making her feel sluggish. It was hard to think, but she knew enough.
Their mission had failed.
Anakin, Obi-Wan and Rex were all captured along with her, though she didn't know where any of them were. She hoped one of them had been able to contact the Council for reinforcements.
The last thing she remembered was hanging in a cage over the city, Atai Molec taunting her. She had tried to throw him off the building, and he had shocked her to unconsciousness in retaliation.
Someone must have brought her here, but she didn't know who. Ahsoka shivered at the thought of Zygerrians handling her body, touching her skin. Who knows what they might've done to her whilst she was unconscious.
Slow down, Tano. One thing at a time. Focus on the facts.
She was alone. Her costume was still in place, as was the dreaded shock collar. She could feel welts beginning to form on her neck from the electrocution, as her montrals felt sore as the metal jewellery had conducted the electricity and singed them slightly.
She noticed there was a pair of lightweight cuffs on her wrists. Testing them out, Ahsoka could tell they were suppressing her from the Force. She couldn't sense Anakin or Obi-Wan, it was like she had been submerged underwater.
Damn Zygerrians. She hated Force-suppression.
Ahsoka took some deep meditative breaths. She knew better than to start panicking, even though she was worried about what would happen to her now. Clearly, the Queen intended to keep her in the palace for a while, but that might change.
She tried to be rational. Yes, she was a prisoner now, but she didn't know if the Zygerrians would be stupid enough to try to sell her. Surely, the Jedi must know that something went wrong.
The Council would step in before something bad happened, she was sure of it.
Feeling slightly calmer, Ahsoka shifted inside the cage and mindlessly brushed the lingering dust from the arena off her aqua blue skirt.
She remembered arguing with Anakin about having to wear this outfit. Her species were sexualised enough without having to put her on display like this. Anakin wasn't keen on flaunting her around like a piece of meat, but he knew that it would draw the Queen's attention.
In the end, Ahsoka reluctantly agreed. Saving the Togrutas was the priority, and if this hideous outfit was what it took to save her people, Ahsoka would suck it up.
The cage was surprisingly spacious. Granted, she couldn't stand up or stretch out her legs, but it was large enough to sit with her legs crossed.
Her new accommodation was situated inside one of the palace bedrooms, as she recognised the portraits of former Zygerrian monarchs from when she and Anakin initially met the Queen.
There was a large bed in the middle of the room that made her feel uneasy. It was lavishly decorated in maroon, silk sheets and fluffy pillows. This room was easily the size of the Council Chambers, perhaps even larger.
She wondered why she had been left in here, especially without any guards supervising her.
Ahsoka looked around, trying to find the best escape route so she could be prepared for a quick exit if she had the opportunity. The bars of the cage were made of solid steel. If she had her lightsabers, it wouldn't be a problem, but those had been taken from her.
There was a window on the far wall, and a main door that was closed, probably locked. Although she appeared to be alone, the Queen probably had guards stationed all over the palace, so she couldn't just walk through the door, not without a fight.
It was more important to conserve her strength for now.
Turning back to the window, Ahsoka began estimating the distance to the closest building. She tried to orientate herself, noticing that the sun was shining from the east, and there was a hanger on the north side of the palace. Maybe she could-
"You're awake."
She whipped her head to the door, seeing a Zygerrian male who she hadn't even noticed entering the room. It took her foggy brain a moment to realise it was Atai Molec, the Prime Minister and Captain of the Zygerrian Royal Guard.
The one who had taunted her in the cage.
"Where are my friends?" She demanded, cutting right to the point. Once she knew where the others were, then they could worry about the missing Togrutas.
Molec chuckled, the low sound echoing off the walls of this room as he stalked towards her. "They are being well taken care of; I can assure you."
She didn't believe him.
Ahsoka remembered what he had told her before, how she had been promised to him once the Queen had tamed the other Jedi.
Something must have happened to Anakin and Obi-Wan, if Molec had decided to bring her inside the palace. It wasn't likely that he had gone behind the Queen's back to stake his claim on her.
The Zygerrian kneeled a foot or so away from her cage, just close enough for her to smell his vile breath. His eyes examined her, she could see why others were intimidated by him.
"Aren't you something, little Jedi?"
Her top lip curled back as she bared her teeth, letting out a predatory growl.
Molec just laughed at her, resting his hands on his knees, "We're going to have a lot of fun together." His words made her stomach tighten in a knot. "I think I'll call you Blue."
"You will call me Commander Tano." She growled back, unwilling to lose her title despite being his prisoner.
"No," Molec reached to tap her nose through the bars but pulled back before she could clamp her sharp teeth on his finger. "Blue is my favourite colour, and you are all blue. Your eyes, the stripes on your lekku..." his piercing gaze lowered, and he smirked, "and your outfit."
She shrank backwards, trying to cover her exposed skin from his attempt to undress her with his eyes. When her back touched the walls of the cage, Ahsoka felt a tendril of fear wrap around her chest, constricting her lungs.
Don't freak out, Tano.
"Blue," he breathed, standing up so he towered over her. It was an intimidation trick, trying to prove he was dominant. "I have good news for you, Blue. The Queen has gifted you to me to do as I please."
Ahsoka snarled, repulsed, "I won't play your games."
He chuckled again, softly petting the top of her cage like she was a pet. "I think you will. Soon, you'll be begging for me to play with you."
His words made her shudder as the reality of her situation sunk in. She wasn't just another slave to this man- she was something else.
Everyone knew what happened to young, female Togrutas at the hands of these monsters.
At the Temple, they tried to shelter the younglings, but Ahsoka had found out the truth. It was in little things, like the boys in her classes pulling on her stubby lekku or calling her names that made her feel uncomfortable.
When she was older, Shaak Ti took her and a few other 'tailhead' girls aside. She lectured them about the importance of not going into the city alone, and never speaking to strangers.
She warned them about the signs of trafficking. They needed to be alert and trained in self-defence, more so than the boys their age.
Ahsoka never thought that anything like that would happen to her.
She remembered a sweet Twi'lek girl in her classes. She had pale purple skin, and had a traditional Rylothian name although everyone just called her Ash. They weren't exactly friends, but they sat together in classes that were particularly male-dominated.
She went missing one day. Ahsoka remembered being asked if Ash had spoken to her in the days leading up to her disappearance, or if she was acting out of character- they thought she was a runaway.
When suspicions arose that the girl had in fact been trafficked into slavery, the Jedi Shadows went to look for her. They hoped to bring her back to the Temple safely, without harm. They planned to negotiate with whoever had bought her.
They never found her.
It took Ahsoka a long time to realise what had happened to the sweet girl.
The thought of being used and violated in such a way made her want to vomit. Before they left for Zygerria, Anakin had promised that nobody would get close enough to harm her. He swore he'd keep the men away, knowing how they would leer.
With her Master Force-knows-where, Ahsoka didn't know what to do.
Be brave, Tano.
"Don't count on it." She told Molec, faking confidence.
"You'll remember how much that collar can hurt." Molec abandoned her cage, walking over to the door. "Behave, and I'll reward you. Misbehave, and I'll make sure you suffer."
He opened the door to reveal two Zygerrian guards, and Ahsoka's heart started to hammer in her chest.
With soldier-like efficiency, she sized up her opponents, using Anakin as a comparison. They were much taller and larger than her Master, but they didn't appear to be trained in hand-to-hand combat, based on what she had seen in the arena.
But they were skilled with their whips.
"Take the Jedi to the basement." Molec told the guards, "She's a feisty one."
Ahsoka knew she needed to escape whilst Molec was distracted, figure out a way to get off-planet and then find some help. She couldn't rescue her friends and the Togrutas alone.
When the guards picked up the cage, Ahsoka threw herself to one side, knocking them off balance and sending her to the floor. Her wrist took all of her weight when she hit the ground, and Ahsoka hissed as pain spread through her forearm.
Rolling onto her back, Ahsoka kicked the bars with all her strength. It would have been a good time to use the Force, but the stupid cuffs made it impossible. The bolts groaned from the repetitive, hard blows, but they refused to give way.
Meanwhile, the guards were getting up, only momentarily stunned.
Fast reactions, she noted.
Ahsoka kicked again, heard a bolt fall to the floor and took her opportunity to jump through the cage. She scrambled for the window, slipping under one of the guard's arms as he tried to grab her.
Almost there.
Before she could break through the glass, white-hot pain encompassed her neck, stealing her breath away as shocks propelled through her body.
Molec wasn't lying about his willingness to use the collar.
Ahsoka was brought to the ground, pinned down by the agony surging through her. It burned from the tips of her montrals to her toes, scalding her skin like hot water. Her montrals rung, and she realised she was screaming.
Then, the fire stopped.
Her nerves still burned, but she could feel it fizzling out. Blinking and breathing hard, she registered being a few metres from her cage, a hard knee dropping onto her back which made her grunt.
"I warned you, little skug!" She heard Molec as the ringing in her skull started to subside.
Two fingers looped in her shock collar, yanking her sore head off the floor so she was forced to look into his eyes. She started to gasp as her circulation was partially cut off.
Ahsoka's eyes widened as she wriggled beneath the feline, hoping to throw him off balance so she could escape, but Molec only laughed, shifting so he was straddling her. Ahsoka began bucking her hips, but he was too heavy to move, and her limbs felt like dead weights.
She was trapped.
"That feels nice." He murmured, running a hand down her exposed back. His nails against her skin made her cringe.
When his hands moved to her hips, fingers digging into her skin like clay, Ahsoka gritted her teeth, "Get off me."
Molec ignored her, sliding his hands up her sides to squeeze her waist. He trailed his fingertips past her ribs. Out of fear of where his wandering hands would go next, Ahsoka swung her fist behind her, loosely punching his jaw.
It wasn't a strong hit by any standards (Cody would've probably laughed), but it was enough to startle Molec, though he remained seated on her back.
"I think you're asking for another punishment, Blue." Her stomach dropped as Molec took her hand which had just hit him and pulled it behind her back.
He yanked on her arm, putting it in an uncomfortable position. Ahsoka dug her teeth into her lip, refusing to cry out even when her shoulder groaned from the pressure.
"Beg for mercy, little skug." Molec demanded, pushing her hand further up her back which sent agonising pain through her.
"Never," She managed to say, tears blurring her vision.
"You will beg!" Molec was losing his patience, but Ahsoka refused to give in.
She heard a pop, felt her arm go slack, and then her head hit the floor.