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(Commission) Be Careful What You Wish For. Part 1.
🕑 Added 2020-04-21 23:22:25 +0000 UTCThe first half of a commission that sees former padawan Ahsoka Tano come into possession of a magical bracelet that grants wishes and a brand new obsession with BDSM. It's unfortunate that wishes are such dangerous things though, if you're not careful, who knows what will happen?
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Ahsoka Tano had imagined life outside of the Jedi Order more times than she could count over the years of her training. Sometimes it was only curiosity, sometimes it was envy, sometimes it was even longing. She’d never imagined she would ever find out, nor that it would be quite like it had turned out to be.
It had been six months since she left the Jedi, her master and Coruscant behind. She couldn’t stay, not after her ordeal, and so she had tried to put as much distance between herself and her own life as she could. First she fled to the underworld, to the places of the Capitol where the Republic’s influence was so little it was almost a joke. The lowest levels of Coruscant were their own world, free from any formal government and invisible to the attention of the Jedi and Republic alike. She had done good work down there in the dark, helped people, even without being a Jedi, but it was no place to make a home.
When she slipped from Coruscant in the belly of a cargo ship, a stowaway hidden away like a criminal, she had only planned to visit Onderon for a few days. She would meet with Lux, talk through her problems, perhaps ask for some supplies if her need outweighed her pride, and then she would leave.
That had been the plan. Lux had welcomed her with open arms, taken her around the rebuilding capital of Onderon, free and beginning to prosper thanks to her help. Having a friend had been exactly what Ahsoka had needed, someone to talk to, someone to give her advice and support her. A few days had stretched into a week, then two. Ahsoka unpacked her bags in Lux’s spare room, began to explore the city alone, and one day she realised that Lux’s home had become hers as well.
She’d been cooking at the time, something she’d never done before but something oddly fascinating. She’d watched Lux making omelettes a few days ago and made careful note of the ingredients and motions and timings, how he was able to take a cluster of random things and create something delicious was intriguing, and something she wanted to replicate.
Lux had come in, calling his usual hello. She’d replied in kind, keeping an eye on the simmering eggs. He had asked her what she was doing, she’d been embarrassed and deflected. He’d laughed and come beside her, taking her hand and guiding her movement with the spatula to fold the omelette over. Suddenly she became acutely aware of just how close Lux was standing to her, the feeling of his skin on hers, his scent, the coarse stubble over his chin just beginning to grow again after the morning’s shave.
Another few days and she took every opportunity to be close to him, until she found herself sitting in his lap, her lips on his, her hands clinging to his shoulders as he kissed her. she’d blushed at the time, not sure what had come over her, but he had just laughed and kissed her nose sweetly. Love was intoxicating, Ahsoka understood immediately why Anakin had broken the Jedi code to marry senator Amidala. As the days went on it carried her away, she spent hours with Lux, and not a week later she was sharing his bed.
Now months later there was barely a day that went by where she didn’t enjoy Lux’s cock in her cunt or his hands on her body. After eighteen years of dogmatic, celibate existence, the free access to pleasure was overwhelming. All Jedi were educated on sex before they were allowed to leave their temple of course, but it was all strictly theoretical, focussed on controlling their bodily urges, repressing them, never indulging them.
Ahsoka’s body had been awoken, and now it craved more and more each day, even when Lux wasn’t around she could usually be found enjoying herself by exploring her body. Nothing was off-limits as far as she was concerned, so when she accidentally spied a picture of a deliciously curvy Togruta bound and leashed in fetish gear at the foot of her mistress, her immediate reaction was nothing but delight and curiosity. What was it like to be that submissive to a lover, to be bound and gagged and blindfolded, and then fucked like a cheap whore? Needless to say, Ahsoka’s cunt was very well taken care of as she stared at the image, before sneakily downloading it into her private files and searching for more.
The sound of the door opening cut Ahsoka’s daydreaming short almost an hour later and she quickly closed down the feed of porn she’d been watching, the moans of two helpless Zabrak being spanked cutting out in an instant.
“I’m back!” Lux called, shouldering the groceries and placing them on the counter of their little kitchen. She beamed and kissed him as he came closer, climbing onto his lap as he sat heavily on the couch. “Hey.” He said tiredly, accepting another kiss before sighing and tilting his head back.
“Is something wrong?” Ashoka asked, frowning. “You look tired.”
“I am tired.” He smiled weakly, “It’s been a long day.”
“Aw… I’m sorry to hear that.” Ahsoka purred, kissing his cheek and petting his scalp. “Maybe I can help… relax you.”
Lux eyed her suspiciously. “I’m going to take a shower… and then I’m going to bed, you can wait if you like.”
“Hmm, I need a little prep-time anyway.” Ahsoka cooed, “Feel better.”
“Will do.” Lux sighed.
Ahsoka watched with her usual interest as he went, stripping off his shirt as he went. She smiled and nibbled a finger excitedly before darting into their shared bedroom.
Her clothes all but flew off as she raced to prepare, shedding her shirt and pants and fumbling with her bra as she fumbled through her old supply bag for rope. She paused in front of the full-length mirror to admire herself, biting a lip and turning to the side.
Since her awakening she’d become so much more aware of how attractive she was, her soft orange skin glowed in the warm light coming through the window, her long pale lekku falling over her slender shoulders, their points resting just above her small, pert breasts. Her nipples were the same white as the marking on her face, round and hard with excitement. Her body was slim but toned with lean muscle from a lifetime of combat training, her hips were similarly narrow, but pleasingly curved and supported a round, welcoming ass that Lux was very fond of.
Ahsoka purred at her reflection and traced the swell of her rump with a hand before jumping onto the bed and setting to work. She had some credits saved from her time in the order and had invested in some sexy lingerie she’d been saving for a special occasion. Whilst this wasn’t Lux’s birthday, the image of Lux’s face when he saw her waiting for him was too good to resist.
She dug through her bags to where the box containing her surprise lay, tearing it open and biting her lip as she saw what laid within.
Minutes later she sat perched on the edge of their bed, toying restlessly with the lines of rope that would soon bind her lover. She’d slipped her lithe orange body into its new crisp white lingerie slowly and sensually, taking her time to enjoy every brush of fabric against her sensitive skin. The lacey white gloves and stockings sitting snug around her limbs felt wonderful, as did the neat choker squeezing her dainty throat. The garter belt that held the stockings up and framed her bald orange pussy and plump rear had taken a little while for her to figure out, even as she sat she straightened it uncertainly. Her little breasts were pushed up by a tight corset hugging her waist, it’s top cut to frame the pleasant mounds of flesh and give a little extra cleavage.
She grinned expectantly as she heard Lux’s footsteps and stuck a provocative pose as he stepped through the door, hair still wet and muscular body only covered by a towel around his waist. The look on his face as he saw her was worth the wait, his eyes widening and darting up and down her body, lingering for a moment on her breasts and where her legs crossed teasingly.
“Hello Lux.” She purred, voice low and seductive. The punctuated her words by snapping the ropes held in her hands taut, and suddenly Lux’s expression went from curious arousal to deer in the headlights in an instant.
“Er… what are those for?”
“For you, love.” Ahsoka hummed, standing and toying with the ropes. She made sure to put a little extra sway into her hips as she stepped up to him. “Something new.”
“Right… ok.” Lux nodded slowly; cheeks flushed dark as Ahsoka flashed a mischievous grin up at him. “You… want me to tie you up?”
“Not quite.” Ahsoka smiled coyly, darting forwards and wrapping his wrists tight before he could even react. Lux yelped and struggled, only for Ahsoka to smack him on the butt and knock him onto the bed.
“Whoa! Hey! Wait a minute!”
Ahsoka sighed and restrained herself from pouncing onto him. “Yes?”
“I’m… pretty open minded.” Lux winced, rolling onto his back. “But this is a little… much.”
“We don’t… have to.” Ahsoka said reluctantly, shoulders slumping. “I just thought it would be fun to try.”
“Maybe some other time?” Lux offered, holding out his hands. Ahsoka sighed and untied him, sitting heavily on the bed and scowling down at her lap.
Lux tried to make it up to her that night, but her disappointment took any real enjoyment she could have taken out of their usual lovemaking. She felt like such a fool, and after so much effort to make the night special… She sighed up at the ceiling of their room, feeling Lux’s sleeping body nestled against her, his arms around her waist.
He had said some other time… perhaps there was still a chance?
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The flash of green blades around Ahsoka was something she had hoped to avoid as much as possible since leaving the order, but sometimes it was necessary. She’d kept her skills up with regular practice, but this was only the third time she’d actually had to use them.
The thugs went down quickly, and with no losses amongst them, just bruises and the odd scorch from a lightsaber’s blade. They fled immediately, leaving Ahsoka to sigh and hook her lightsabers back to her belt. She helped the old merchant they had been harassing to his feet.
“Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure.” She smiled instinctively, before frowning as something cold and metal was pressed into her hands. She glanced down to see a small bracelet, golden and beautiful, with three rubies that almost seemed to glow as they caught the light. “I can’t take this.”
“It’s a gift.” The old man said with a low voice, stepping away and bowing his head. “My thanks, for saving my life.”
Ahsoka turned the beautiful bracelet over in her hands, her reluctance to take the gift lessening by the second. “I… I didn’t do it for a reward.”
“Which is why you are given one.” The old man hummed. “Selflessness is to be rewarded, most handsomely. Those gems are worth all the spice on Kessel.”
Ahsoka raised a brow. “It’s beautiful, but I doubt it’s quite that valuable.”
“Invaluable.” The old man chuckled. “What price can be put on your heart’s desire? Hmm?”
“I don’t understand.”
“A wish for each ruby, child. Think your desire and reality itself will bend to your will.”
Ahsoka laughed and looked at the bracelet. “Yeah, sure. I’ll bet these gems aren’t even real. What’s this really worth? Ten credits? Twenty?” She glanced back up, but the old man was gone. Pursing her lips, she turned and slipped the bracelet over her wrist. The thing was pretty, even if it was most likely worthless, and it hadn’t cost her anything at all really.
It wasn’t until that evening that she even remembered the bracelet, just as her hand slipped between her petals and deep into her cunt. She moaned softly and tilted her head back, biting her lip and watching the holonet vids playing. A Twilek girl was bound tight, legs spread and chained to her ankles as she dangled from the ceiling. A train of men were fucking her helpless body into insanity, and Ahsoka wished more than anything she could join them in torturing the girl with mind-breaking pleasure.
If Lux had been at home and not off doing god knows what with the senate on Coruscant she might have been able to vent her frustrations, but no, he was away and she was alone with her burning desire to be a part of the acts she so loved to watch. She could see herself so clearly in one of the outfits the dommes in her vids wore, all black leather and cruel superiority, Corsets and thigh-high boots, riding crops and ball gags. Her orange fingers casually torturing her lover, stroking gently before delivering sharp, sweet strikes, driving her prey mad with lust before finally indulging them.
A ship passed overhead, it’s lights shining through the window and catching one of the rubies on her wrist just as she let out a low gasp of bliss and came hard. The image of Lux handcuffed to their bed, helpless as she rode his cock and teased his body, was almost vivid enough to taste. She fell back and mewed, slipping her fingers from her hole and sighing.
A wish for each ruby.
Nonsense.
But still…
“I wish… Lux was into BDSM.” She said slowly.
Nothing happened.
Of course nothing happened.
She laughed at her own silliness and lay back, sighing contentedly up at the ceiling. As her hands trailed sleepily over her naked body and her eyes closed peacefully, she didn’t notice the first ruby of the bracelet glimmer and grow dull. She didn’t feel the fabric of reality shift around her, or the devastating ripples that went careening through space-time. She had no concept of how she had altered destiny itself, or how dangerously vague her wish had been. The rubies may have changed the universe for her, but they did it to their own design, and they punished those who violated the rules of fate.
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“Lux!” Ahsoka grinned as her lover stepped through the door, hugging him and treating him to a quick kiss. “How was coruscant?”
He smirked and shrugged, walking past her. “Same as it always was, corrupt, dirty, generally miserable.” He snatched up an apple from the counter and took a bite. “How’re you?”
“Awfully lonely.” Ahsoka purred, draping her arms over his shoulders. “Think you could fix that?”
Lux’s smirk widened and Ahsoka let out a surprised squeak as his hand swatted her ass. “I think that could be done.” He purred, gripping her tight by the hips and lifting her up. The young Togruta gasped as she was dumped onto the counter and her legs were forced apart by Lux’s body. He tore her pants down sharply enough to make her whimper and was pressing into her before she could even begin to protest.
A mewl of lust escaped her as Lux began to thrust into her, fucking her right on the counter in the middle of the kitchen. Her hands clung to his shoulders for dear life as he forced his cock deep into her over and over until she was a ragged, breathless mess. Lux had never fucked her like this, he’d never been this… aggressive.
Surely the gems couldn’t have actually changed anything? But what other explanation was there for how Lux was acting?
Ahsoka groaned as lux’s teeth nibbled at the pointed tip of her lekku, the sensitive white appendage sending shocks of pleasure through her body as it was toyed with. Her legs locked behind his back and her hips began to match his thrusts, her moans growing all the more passionate as she surrendered to him.
If the gems had done anything, and that was a significant ‘if’, Lux didn’t seem all too different, and this new enthusiasm wasn’t anything terrible. As long as this was the only change, Ahsoka supposed she could live with it.
“Hah… l… Lux?” she whined as the young human kissed his way up her throat.
“Shh.”
Ahsoka’s eyes widened as Lux glared at her, lips curling into a dominant smile as his thumb slipped into her mouth. The Togruta trembled under a particularly sharp thrust into her and obediently sucked on his thumb, lashes fluttering as she was brought closer and closer to her orgasm.
A meek whine escaped the former padawan as she came, hands holding Lux’s hips as he continued to pound into her, not satisfied with simply pleasing her. He wanted to cum, and he was going to. Ahsoka moaned as her over-sensitive cunt was filled and fell back over the counter, her chest heaving and toes curling as her orgasm was drawn out over the course of minutes until Lux finally reached his peak.
“W… wait.” Ahsoka mewed, “N… not inside.”
Lux didn’t pay her any attention, gripping her tight enough by the hips to make her whimper and burying himself to the root in her quivering cunt. His seed was searing hot and coursed through Ahsoka’s most sensitive places before settling heavily inside her.
Ahsoka groaned as Lux slipped from inside her, patting her fondly on the cheek before picking up the apple beside her and sauntering away. It took a few minutes for Ahsoka’s mind to fully return to her, her legs still spread and Lux’s spunk slowly oozing from her petals. She sat up and shivered, aroused beyond belief at what had just occurred and suddenly absolutely certain that the gems had worked after all. There was no way Lux would have changed so dramatically without some outside influence, and the only suspect was the bracelet.
She looked down and noticed at last that one of the rubies set into the engraved gold was as dull and grey as any pebble she could have picked up in the street. She had done this to Lux. She had changed… well, everything, with a simply wish.
But… why was he behaving differently? She had only wished for him to be into BDSM like she was, not for him to become a confident, dominant…
Ahsoka’s brows raised with sudden realisation.
Dominant.
Lux had become more dominant, but that wasn’t what she’d meant when she made the wish! The stupid gem must have misinterpreted her! She scowled and stood on shaking legs. It was no matter. She could fix this herself. Lux may have been made more assertive, but he was still himself, and Ahsoka knew just how to push his buttons. She’d make it perfectly clear just who was in charge as soon as the time next came for them to fuck.
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“I was thinking of trying something a little different tonight.” Lux purred as Ahsoka slid her body over his in their bed, resting her palms over his chest.
It was the moment she had been waiting for all day, hell ever since she’d first seen those vids weeks ago she’d ached for this moment. The opportunity to reach new heights of pleasure, to experience kinds of dominance and submission she’d only dreamed of before was tantalising to say the very least.
Her lips curled into a delighted grin and she nodded, thanking the force for those rubies. “Yeah, like what?”
“You remember before I left you wanted to try some… more hardcore play?” lux rumbled.
Ahsoka straightened her back, straddling his waist and revealing the ropes she had been hiding under the nightstand on her side of the bed. “Say no more.”
Lux smirked, but as Ahsoka’s hands moved to bind him he lashed out and grabbed her by the wrists. The young Togruta let out a gasp of shock as she was flipped onto her back, immediately being pinned under Lux’s body. She struggled against his grip only for her wrists to be yanked up over her head and cuffed smoothly.
“What are you doing?” she demanded petulantly, scowling as Lux’s hand slowly trailed down over her naked belly to between her legs. A soft hiss passed her lips as his fingers cupped her sex, gently probing the slick orange petals he was so well-practiced at pleasing.
“You said you wanted to try something new.” Lux purred, lips making their way up to the point of her montrals before he pulled back and pinched a nipple. “Unless you’d rather… not?” he punctuated his point with a sharp curl of his fingers against her mound, teasing her pearl and making her whine and blush all the darker.
It wasn’t what Ahsoka had wanted, but in the moment, she didn’t have any complaints, certainly not as Lux’s lips worked back down her montrals to her lekku, biting gently at the tip and making her squeak with pain and arousal.
“N… no...” she said, fighting to sound a little less submissive than she felt. “Go on.”
“Good girl.” Lux hummed, petting her cheek. Ahsoka mewled as Lux pulled away from her, fingers abandoning her mound and pattering up her stomach. “Now hush and let me work.”
By the time Ahsoka realised just what Lux had in mind it was too late to complain anyway, her dark lips parted and gagged by a red-rubber ball. She strained half-heartedly against the handcuffs now attached to the bedpost over her head and earned a sharp smack to the cheek for her trouble. It only took moments for Lux to have her helpless, wrists snapped to the cuffs and then bound to the headboard, her arms held up over her head. Her mouth was stifled by the gag, saliva building up beneath her tongue as it pressed uselessly for its freedom.
She whimpered as her legs were spread wide and bound as well, ankles trapped by tight knots and pulled apart to each corner of the bed. Lux chuckled as she lay there, chest heaving and eyes staring up at him with nervous arousal.
“Comfortable?”
“Mhhhm?” Ahsoka groaned, shifting weakly from side to side on her back before freezing as Lux lay beside her, a soft hand lazily circling a pert orange breast.
“Good.” Lux chuckled softly, “Now where to begin?”
Ahsoka frowned in confusion as he straightened up, folding his arms thoughtfully and staring down at her. his cock was hard, just inches away. She was helpless and eager to begin. Why was he just standing there looking at her?
She groaned behind her gag with a curious rise of her brows, eyes darting from Lux’s cock to his face to his hands. “I think we’ll take things slow tonight.” He said softly, voice barely more than whisper as his hands stroked from Ahsoka’s belly to her breast and gave a nipple an affectionate tweak.
It was strange, seeing the look in Lux’s eye. It made Ahsoka tremble, made her stomach flutter in a way she’d never felt before. It wasn’t something she’d ever experienced before, something she’d taken for granted watching all those vids of BDSM play for hours and hours. The key thing. The thing that held the experience together.
Trust.
As much as she had wished to be the one playing the role of cruel mistress, as she lay on her back, helpless and gagged, she felt completely at ease. She trusted Lux to know her limits, to tease her as much as she needed and please her when at last the time came. The thrill that ran up her spine as Lux stroked his hands over her breasts was unlike anything she’d felt in her life.
He lowered himself down and placed a kiss against her flesh, just between her breasts. His breath tickled her orange skin, drawing a muffled coo from her lips before a soft yip of pain. Lux was alternating between kisses and gentle bites, his teeth leaving pale dents in her flesh as he worked down her body until his chin just brushed where the gods had split her, and then all the way back up to her breasts again.
Her breath hitched as teeth found a nipple, eyes squeezing shut as her back arched without her meaning to. the pain and pleasure were perfectly balanced, enough to know that Lux was in control and that she was not, and enough to remind her that he knew her limits, and would bring her to the very edge of ecstasy before tugging her back with sweet, sharp pain.
It was when he began to give the same treatment to her thighs that she fully surrendered. He was so close, so close, to her petals. Just an inch to the left and those lips would be against her wetness, those teeth would bite gently down on far more sensitive flesh. He worked from side to side, up one thigh, up the other, never touching her sopping sex, never so much as looking at it.
She whined meekly, getting his attention with her big, wide eyes and raising her hips a little in a silent plea. He chuckled and stroked his hands around her hips to cup her rump, tugging her tight against him. His cock rested over her folds, her legs were draped over his, and as he looked down with that calm, casual eyebrow raised Ahsoka bit the bullet and let out a low mew.
“Enough foreplay?” he asked, voice laced with condescension and patronisation. She was such a silly, needy thing, his tone said, so weak and helpless, brought to beg by so little teasing. She swallowed and nodded once.
“If you insist.” He sighed, putting on a good act of reluctance as he neatly snapped the clasps of Ahsoka’s gag open and pulled the little ball from her lips. She gasped weakly and swallowed, opening her mouth to speak only to be hushed by a raised finger. “I’m not quite ready yet, pet. Fix that.”
Ahsoka blinked and glanced down, cheek burning dark as Lux’s cock pointed sharply towards her mouth. Slowly, cautiously, she parted her lips and took him into her mouth. Her tongue gently caressed his head as she thrust forwards by an inch or so, slowly rocking in and out of her mouth, making her do all the work of getting him ready. It wasn’t the first time she’d sucked his cock, but it was the first time she’d been made to do so in this way.
Her lips played up and down his shaft as it was presented to her, her neck even craning to reach more of his cock so that she could kiss and lick and suckle on it even more. Things became so hazy for her that when it was pulled away, she whined with disappointment, not realising what its absence meant.
She howled as Lux thrust into her, using no restraint as he pressed his hips into her cunt. Her fingers tensed, her toes curled, and as his thrusts grew faster and faster, she lost herself completely to orgasmic bliss.
Her first climax came just a minute into the thrusting, and still he continued to move into her, faster and faster and harder and harder until her mind was paste and her muscles jelly. She didn’t know how long it took for him to finish, only vaguely aware of his body against hers, pounding deep into her womanhood before depositing a hot, heavy load of seed inside her waiting womb.
Her mind returned in the peace that followed. Ahsoka whined and forced her head to the side to look at her lover, whimpering as Lux pressed a gentle kiss onto her panting lips. “L… Lux.” She managed.
“Hm?”
She bit her lip and sighed as he slipped from inside her. “C… can I… take the lead… next time?”
A soft chuckle came from him as she nuzzled to his chest, his hands unbinding her restraints one by one with the greatest care. “You want to take the dominant role?”
“Y… yeah.” She mumbled, pressing her nose to his chest.
“Tell you what…” Lux hummed softly. “You want it, try and take it.”
“Wh… what?”
“You want to try and dominate me? Give it a try, see if you can, or see if you’re just a sweet little submissive slave trying to seem like something she’s not” Lux grinned cruelly, fingers sliding down her cheek to her chin.
“You’re… on.” Ahsoka growled tiredly, resting her head against him and closing her eyes. “But… first I’m gonna sleep for a week… or two.”
“Of course, pet.” Lux smiled, stroking her montrals as she fell soundly asleep, her body still thrumming with pleasure and her mind awash with submissive bliss, despite how she ached for control.
The next days were frustrating to say the least. Once Ahsoka had recovered from the night’s pleasures she set to rising to Lux’s challenge. So, he had beaten her at her own game once, tied her up and had his way with her, but that wasn’t going to be how things would go forward. She would put Lux in his place by any means necessary.
The first day of her new mission did no go well. She awoke early and prepared herself, snuck back into her bedroom with the ropes ready to bind her sleeping lover only to find him awake and dressed, waiting patiently with a knowing smirk on his face. It had all been downhill from there. Dozens of times she had made her move after careful planning, only to either be humiliated or have the tables turned on her, bound and fucked until she didn’t care about her failure anymore.
Each time she failed some insidious little part of her became all the happier with it, the little voice in her head that delighted in being bound, spanked, teased and tortured grew a little stronger. It scared her a little, how tempting it was to submit to Lux, to become the meek, obedient sex-slave he teased that he would turn her into.
It had been a week when she finally lost patience. She’d been holding back, refusing to use her greatest weapon, but no more. Her bruised ego had only made her indignance worse over the past days, somehow her inability to dominate Lux had twisted the issue in her mind from a matter of sexual dominance to an attack on her pride itself. How was she supposed to handle dangerous missions, fight pirates and separatists and Sith if she couldn’t handle a simple human male?
Usually when Ahsoka walked the streets of Onderon she was either patrolling in search of trouble or enjoying the simple pleasure of being a normal person for once in her young life. This was the first time she’d marched through Iziz with a purpose other than violence.
Something she’d learned only recently was that almost every city in the galaxy had a red-light district, Iziz was no exception. She’d stumbled into the seedy neon-lit blocks a few weeks ago and been intrigued by the streets and streets of brothels, sex-shops and strip-clubs. At first she’d been embarrassed, ashamed to be there, and had slunk away as quickly as she could. The next time she had taken time to indulge her blossoming depravity, browsing the outsides of the shameless establishments and quietly admiring the dozens of whores and hookers that congregated on the corners.
“Heya sweet-cheeks, lookin’ for a good time.” A beautiful Twilek with pale blue skin purred as Ahsoka passed her.
The young Togruta blushed and smiled silently, not stopping. It wasn’t that she wasn’t tempted, she was simply on a mission. She was determined to win, to beat Lux at his own game, and her best shot at becoming the ultimate Domme was to study the best example she could find.
‘The Velvet Crown’ was the largest whorehouse on the block, a garishly coloured building twice the size of any of
its competitors. A permanent gaggle of customers lingered outside, mingling with the half-dozen of the Crown’s employees constantly posted on the street to lure horny victims into their lair of sin.
“Well aren’t you delicious.” A human prostitute purred as Ahsoka came into her view, thrusting her hips to one side and pushing her immense chest forwards. Ahsoka licked her lips as the two plastic udders practically bolted onto the woman’s chest bobbed pleasing in her face before allowing herself to be guided inside. “Looking for anything in particular tonight sweetheart?”
“I thought I’d browse your selection.” Ahsoka chuckled, enjoying how the human’s ass bounced in her fishnets as she led her inside ‘The Crown.’
“A drink then? Or perhaps a warm lap to sit in?” the human cooed sultrily. She was awfully persistent.
Ahsoka swallowed, struggling to remain on-mission and smiled. “A drink… please?”
“Hmm, A Rancor Claw with Zyberian lemon?”
“Sounds great.” Ahsoka nodded, sitting herself down in a small booth and beginning her search.
There was an abundance of whores filling the main bar area of the crown. Milfs as curvy as the day was long. Teen girls no older than Ahsoka herself. Brainless bimbos so heavily modded they looked more like sex-bots, and of course, the actual pleasure-droids gliding around catering to those clients none of the organic women were interested in catering to.
It was a while before she spotted her target, but to be fair she had been distracted by the copious number of semi-nude women strutting and gyrating all throughout the room and the constant attempts by her new human admirer to get into her pants.
The girl was a Twilek, yellow skin like a dandelion in spring and body as svelte and tight as a teenager, snug in a shiny black latex suit like a second skin. Her eyes were intense and smoky, her lips painted dark. As she padded through the crowds she didn’t give anyone so much as a glance, she was above them, unconcerned with any of the rabble surrounding her. in her hands was a whip, long and vicious, curled neatly in her palm.
Ahsoka whimpered at the magnificent creature as she prowled up the steps to the private rooms, pausing for a moment at the top of the stairs. Ahsoka’s mouth watered as she gazed at the perfectly round swell of the woman’s ass hugged by the latex, but in an instant the woman was gone, disappearing from sight.
There was no time to hesitate, not time for doubt. Ahsoka brought the bracelet up before her courage could fail her and pressed it to her lips. “I wish I was just like her.” She breathed.
A second ruby turned from dazzling red to ashy grey.
Ahsoka Tano let out a soft whimper as she felt the world twist around her.
Everything went black and suddenly she was on her knees. She frowned in confusion, rubbing her eyes before something struck her sharply across the cheek. She squeaked and cradled her face, staring in confusion and pain at a woman that would easily have been her choice to emulate if only she’d seen her.
The human’s skin was a dull chestnut, her eyes a sharp yellow. She towered over the young Togruta, a wall of muscle and strong, supple curves neat in a small white dress that barely covered her hips. In her hands was the whip. Her coarse black hair was tied neatly back behind her scalp
“Wh… what?” Ahsoka managed to whimper before she was grabbed by her lekku and her head was yanked upwards towards the human.
“Hush, pet.” The woman growled, toying with the whip in her palm, the same on the Twilek had been carrying which Ahsoka now realised had been destined to be held by someone far stronger and more dominant than the gorgeous Twilek. “Mistress didn’t give you permission to speak.”
Ahsoka swallowed in confused terror before her eye fell onto the mirror on the wall.
A beautiful, yellow-skinned Twilek stared back at her, smoky eyes wide with lust and submissive fear. Her chest heaved in the tight latex suit she was slipped into. Her dark lips were open in a meek pant.
Ahsoka whined, looking down at her new yellow hands.
This wasn’t what she had meant at all.
