(Commission) Be Careful What You Wish For. Part 2.

The second half of the commission. Former Padawan Ahsoka Tano finds herself in the body of a submissive Twi'lek thanks to a wish gone awry. Escaping back into her own body she finds herself falling deeper into submission and finally succumbs to Lux's new dominant persona.

-o-o-o-

Ahsoka Tano trembled as the imposing human woman stooped, her hand reaching out to caress Ahsoka’s yellow cheek. She could feel her new body shiver as their skin touched, and a soft, involuntary whimper of terror escaped her lips. The human’s hand was softer than she’d expected, and gentler. Her palm smoothly caressed Ahsoka’s cheek and petted her lower lip with a thumb.

“Hmm, I will never get tired of that look in your eye, Ahika.” She purred softly. “So sweet and scared and submissive.”

Ahsoka bit her lip and flinched as the human patted her. Her new body was practically vibrating with excitement, her pussy gushing with impatient lust. She’d never felt arousal so potent before, never had to physically bite her lip to stop herself from clinging to the domme’s leg and begging her to fuck her until she couldn’t even think anymore. It wasn’t just the lust though, this body was not the lean, muscular one she was used to, it was slim and soft and untrained, weak and helpless in a way Ahsoka had only felt when she had faced truly formidable foes in the past.

“I… I’m not…” Ahsoka whimpered, trying to ignore the strange sensations crashing through her new body and clutching at her wrist. The bracelet was gone, or rather, it was exactly where it had always been, on her own wrist which was still downstairs. The stupid bracelet had misinterpreted her wish again! She had wanted to be ‘like’ the twi’lek. ‘Like!’ Not literally become her! Now she was kneeling and helpless with neither her weapons nor the gems to save her. What was even worse was how incredibly turned on her new body was.

“Hush pet, we’re already behind schedule.” The human sighed, taking Ahsoka by the pointed tip of her yellow lekku and leading her up another short flight of stairs. Ahsoka whined, finding that her new, longer lekku weren’t any less sensitive than her own body’s, if anything the pleasurable tingling she felt was even more intense.

“B… but, you don’t…” Ahsoka tried yet again only for the human’s fingers to squeeze her, cutting her off with a pained mew.

“I said hush.” The woman scowled before opening the door to one of the many rooms along the corridor they had stepped up into. Ahsoka could feel her heart panicking in her chest as she was pushed through into the room, eyes scanning for an escape before she registered just what it was she was seeing.

The human’s hand took her shoulders gently. “You’ve never disobeyed me before… and you’re trembling. Is everything ok? Do we need to postpone?”

Ahsoka blinked, staring in awe at the array of toys lining the walls of the room. There were shelves of dildos, buttplugs, vibrators and clamps. Hooks holding every variety of gag and blindfold. There were mannequin heads with masks, mounted whips and riding crops, a whole cabinet filled with lube and perfumes. Not to mention chains and handcuffs and rope, so much rope.

She stared so intently that she barely noticed as she was unzipped, the tight, warm latex slowly peeled from her new curves and placed carefully to the side. The outfit was Ahika’s normal work clothes, sexy and sleek. It made the twi’lek feel like a supermodel, her every curve shown off for the customers, but more importantly, the other whores. Ahika had an admiration for all the girls she worked with, but Talia most of all. Admiration wasn’t the word for it, ‘crush’ barely did it justice. Ahika was utterly obsessed with her human partner, the domme-in-training who she had been assigned to. She adored her and took the upmost enjoyment in every second spent as her training toy. 

This wasn’t something Ahsoka knew, and Talia noticed the change.

Ahsoka squeaked as the human patted her ribs, lips gently pressing to her head. “Hey, Ahika? Talk to me.”

“I’m… I’m fine.” Ahsoka managed, barely aware of what she was saying as she rubbed her thighs together, staring longingly at the collection. “S… sorry.”

“You sure?”

“Y… yes.”

Smack.

Ahsoka yelped as Talia’s hand swatted her ass sharply, sending her stumbling forwards a pace only for her throat to be caught and squeezed tight. “Then behave yourself, I won’t get my license if you slack off.”

“Y… yes… sorry.”

“It’s yes ‘mistress’” Talia purred softly.

“Yes… mistress.” Ahsoka whispered as she was led forwards to where a series of hooks were built into the floor and ceiling. She chewed her lip with anticipation as the human bound her wrists and ankles, hands taking brief pauses to caress and stroke and tease whatever yellow flesh she pleased.

“You remember our safe word?”

Ahsoka had blurted out “Yes!” before she’d fully comprehended the question, her mind racing as the warm brown fingers slipped over her belly to just above her womanhood. This new body was so sensitive she almost screamed as her new mistress’ breath tickled her cheek. Every nerve in her body screamed for pleasure, ached to be fucked, no… to be dominated. She strained weakly against her restraints and pressed tight against the human’s belly, whimpering and whining with need.

“Good, if I do anything wrong, anything that hurts too much, you know what to do.”

“Pleeese… just fuck meee.” Ahsoka sobbed, wiggling her tight yellow rear against her domme’s stomach. The human laughed softly and gripped her tight by the hips.

“Hush, pet.” She rasped. “I don’t much care for that tone of voice.”

“S… sorry.” Ahsoka whined, biting her lip.

Smack.

Ahsoka squeaked as a strong chestnut hand swatted her plump yellow rump, her voice dying as the human took her firmly by the throat. The pressure was enough to quieten her, but not enough to strangle her, at least not yet.

The spanking was sharp and cruel, bringing Ahsoka’s yellow rear to a warm orange colour with each sharp smack. By the time Talia had finished with her foreplay Ahsoka’s eyes had rolled back into her head and only a low, keening whine passed her lips.

Talia chuckled quietly at the pure submission painted over her partner’s features and caressed the glowing swell of her ass tenderly. “There, now we can begin properly.” She purred.

Ahsoka trembled as the soft pressure of Talia’s skin left hers and she was left hanging in the centre of the room. 

The finger that brushed between her legs almost made Ahsoka scream, the teasing was already too much, she needed to be fucked, the harder the better. Talia noticed and purred, stroking her hands over Ahsoka’s hips. “Would you like me to fuck you, pet?”

“Yes… please.” She croaked, nodding desperately.

“You’ll have to impress me first.” Talia chuckled, padding around her, bare feet not making a sound on the carpeted floor. She was holding a broad blue dildo in one hand, and a gleeful grin on her lips. She pressed close to Ahsoka, hand caressing her belly as her lips almost brushed the quivering twi’lek’s. “We’ll be starting with this, pet. You’ll get it nice and ready, won’t you?”

“Yes… mistress.” Ahsoka whispered, shyly parting her lips and allowing Talia to slide the blue silicon into her mouth. Ahsoka diligently worked at the dildo as her domme watched on, dragging her lips up and down its length, slid her tongue over every inch that was presented until it was all wet and warm and slippery, ready to be slipped deep into her cunt.

After only a minute or two it was pulled away, and her tongue snuck past her lips, reaching for it pathetically. 

Tali laughed and squeezed her cheeks, pressing a gentle kiss onto her before pressing tight so she could feel the hammer of the little twi’lek’s heart against her chest. Ahsoka mewed and bit her lip, eyes lowering submissively as Talia’s dark, intense gaze pressed against her as powerfully as her hands.

“I’m going to fuck you now, pet.” Talia growled lustfully, petting Ahsoka’s lekku with the back of one hand as the other brought the dildo to her sopping opening. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk… until you can’t speak… until you can’t think about anything but being mine.”

Ahsoka cried out as the broad blue head of the plastic cock parted her lips and was gently pressed deeper and deeper into her womanhood. Talia was careful not to hurt her, but she sure as hell wasn’t gentle. The fact that this twi’lek body was so much more sensitive was only made all the more inescapable when coupled with the fact her cunt was amazingly tight, so much so that Ahsoka was sobbing with sensation at a simple insertion she could have handled fine in her own body.

Moans and gasps and groans of pleasure poured from Ahsoka without restraint as she was fucked, her mind awash with submissive delight. She pressed tight to Talia as much as her bonds would let her, rubbing her small yellow breasts against a muscular ebony bicep and nuzzling her panting face to a fond, domineering hand.

After five minutes Ahsoka had climaxed noisily and messily over Talia’s hand.

She was punished for that with a pair of clothes pegs to her nipples.

After twelve minutes she came again, quieter, with a pained, desperate whine.

She was punished for that with a peg to her tongue.

At the twenty-third minute mark, Ahsoka came a third time, a ragged sob of lust shooting from her mouth as she went limp in her restraints.

She was punished for that too. The dildo wasn’t just a dildo. It was a vibrator.

Ahsoka gurgled weakly, tongue waggling with the peg clipped on it like a dog’s tail. Her back arched and her toes curled and her hands balled into fists as Talia jerked her buzzing toy in and out and around and around inside her until she saw stars.

And then it was all over.

The pegs were gently removed.

The chains slipped from their hooks with a soft metal hiss.

Ahsoka dropped to her knees and groaned with exhaustion.

“Alright… l… let’s take a few minutes.” Talia sighed, wiping her brow. It had been almost half an hour of pumping Ahsoka’s pussy with one hand and teasing her with the other, hard work for anyone, even someone as fit as she was. Given just how vigorously she’d been fucking Ahsoka, it was surprising she’d lasted as long as she had, but now her strength had given out.

She’d pushed herself too far, far further than her stamina could carry her, and now looked oddly sweet to Ahsoka’s dazed eyes. Her muscles were glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, her hair had become a frizzy mess where it was tied behind her scalp, stray spirals of tight curling hair escaping like springs from the band holding them at bay. Now she wasn’t at work, Ahsoka could fully believe that her domme was only a trainee, there was an adorable nervousness in her eyes that replaced the simmering lust, a silent question of ‘oh gods, am I doing this right?’ 

“You… doing alright?” She asked slowly, her tone added ‘please tell me I’m doing this well.’

Ahsoka nodded weakly.

A relieved smirk passed the dark human’s lips and she sighed. “Good… great… I might just pass the trials after all.” She swiped at her forehead with an aching ebony arm and blew out a low breath. “I’m going to grab some water… I’ll bring some for you too.”

“O… ok.” Ahsoka whispered. “Th… thank you… mistress.”

Talia smiled tiredly and left.

Ahsoka flopped onto the floor and quivered, caressing the aching mound of her cunt. The moment of silence was absolute bliss, but as Ahsoka’s mind slowly came back together she realised that this was her chance.

With straining limbs and complaining joints, she hauled herself up onto her feet, steadied herself against the wall, and staggered desperately away. She didn’t stop to grab her clothes, honestly she thought if she bent over to pick them up she might collapse. Crashing clumsily through the door to the playroom, she hurried as fast as she could to where she desperately hoped her body still was.

The stairs went by fast until the bottom, when her ankle buckled under its own weight and pitched her forwards down the last five steps to the carpeted floor. She grunted with pain and brushed off her scraped knees, glancing up nervously at the patrons and whores staring at her, stunned.

Ahsoka panicked and lunged forwards, crawling then hobbling weakly through the crowd to where she hoped, begged, that her body still lay. Some people tried to grab her, probably trying to help. The Velvet Crown was the largest brothel on Onderon, but it wasn’t the nicest by any stretch. It was unfortunately common for one of the girls to find themselves amusing a less than pleasant customer and having to defend themselves, and it was usually exactly the time of girl Ahsoka now was that would be targeted. Other patrons, mostly the drunk, high or distracted, jeered and whooped as an attractive, naked young twi’lek rushed past.

Ahsoka saw her body and leapt onto herself, scrabbling at her wrist to bring the bracelet around to face her.  She thanked the force the place was so busy no one had noticed her body lying there asleep all this time and clutched at the gold. The one final gemstone caught the low pink light of the room and she held it tight in her hands.

“I wish I was back in my body!” she squeaked desperately. There was a tugging sensation behind her navel and she felt herself fall like the sinking feeling of falling asleep.

She woke up in her own body with a yellow-skinned twi’lek asleep against her cleavage. She sat up and gently moved the unconscious woman, before looking down as something tickled her wrist. The final gem had turned to ashy grey and as she watched, the entire golden bracelet tarnished and disintegrated into dust, floating off her wrist and disappearing completely.

Ahsoka slipped quietly from the Crown, tugging a stolen cloak around her shoulders and hurrying home. The aching and crippling sensitivity had been left in the Twi’lek’s body, but her mind was still racing. That bracelet had been nothing but trouble, every wish she’d made had only come back to bite her on the ass. As she snuck back into the house and into bed, she thanked the force the damn thing was gone, finally things could go back to normal.

-o-o-o-

“Ugh.”

Ahsoka woke to a dull ache playing across her entire body, so bad she could barely move at all. She raised her head at a snail’s pace and whined with pain, slowly tugging the covers away from her body. She looked the same as always, soft orange skin and lean muscles and gentle, sloping curves. Why did she feel like she’d been hit by a speeder?

She fell back weakly and groaned again.

“Morning.”

Lux’s voice surprised her, it seemed like an age since she’d last heard him. She awkwardly propped herself up and flashed a weak, pained smile to him as she walked around the bed to her side.

“You slept like a baby, it’s past noon.” He said softly, placing a steaming mug of tea on the table beside her along with a plate of fruit. He caught her expression and paused. “You alright?”

“Yeah… I’m fine.” She muttered, oddly shy as he reached out to cup her cheek. “H… how are you?”

“Fine.” He shrugged, patting her fondly before pulling her into a kiss. Ahsoka bit her lip as their lips parted. Somehow the ache had faded into a strange weak sensation, only made stronger as Lux’s fingers slipped over her cheek to her chin. His hand was so effortlessly strong it made her quiver with excitement with lust the merest touch.

Ahsoka swallowed, something felt different. her mind was reeling with thoughts of how weak she felt, and how easily Lux could do whatever he pleased to her. Even as Lux pulled away, she imagined how he could pin her to the bed and have his way with her.

It was only when Lux smirked and turned away that she realised what had happened, why this submission felt so familiar. It was the same feeling she’d felt in the Twi’lek’s body. Those damned wishes had screwed her over again!

She was back in her body, just as she’d asked, but the changes to her mind she’d experienced had come back with her. She felt weak and small and powerless, and as Lux towered over her, she felt the submission she had tasted before blossom in her chest yet again.

She growled and sat up, forcing her body out of bed and her mind to stop fantasising about being Lux’s fucktoy.

“Ok, this needs to stop before it goes any further.” Ahsoka scowled, hugging herself around the middle and pursing her dark lips. “I am not some stupid submissive pet! I’m a jedi! Or at least I used to be.” She tried not to think too much about the real concern swirling through her mind, if a domme in training could completely overwhelm her with pleasure, she wouldn’t stand a chance against Lux, who she had magically transformed into the perfect dominant. It had been nearly impossible to resist him even before her mind had been twisted by this latest wish. 

She stumbled into the shower and thought as the water poured over her naked body. She needed to put an end to this competition before she lost control, and she needed a plan to do that, one that was completely, totally fool proof.

The shower was long and thoughtful, but when at last she stepped out she had her plan. Lux sensed that something had changed that night as Ahsoka avoided him as much as she possibly could, but he was content to leave her to her own devices. She was cute when she was determined, and utterly adorable when she failed despite all her best efforts.

He was curious to see what her newest plan to wrestle control from him was going to be. Like a cat watching mouse cornered against a wall, wondering which way it would try to scurry away to, but knowing there was no escape for the sweet little thing.

-o-o-o-

Morning came and Ahsoka sprang into action.

It was barely dawn as she slipped from Lux’s bed, silently and stealthily dressing before gathering her things and leaving through the door. She headed through the lightening streets hidden by her cloak, making her way through the familiar streets to Iziz’s red-light district.

It wasn’t the brothels or the strip clubs she was looking for this time, even her favourite establishments were passed by without so much as a second look. Ahsoka had only one concern. If she couldn’t beat Lux on her own, she would need help, and the best place for the kind of equipment she had in mind was Tocksyns.

She’d heard about the place on one of her visits to The Velvet Crown when she had been searching for the best place to find a domme to emulate. At first it had sounded too good to be true, a veritable warehouse of toys and accessories and warehouses and pleasure-droids, all completely safe and entirely discrete.

She’d taken a look of course, not trusting the word of the girls who had been very keen on gaining her patronage. It all checked out, at least as much as an elicit seller of sex toys and adult materials could. Ahsoka had thought it was the perfect place to get some supplies when she first heard about it, now she knew it was the answer to her prayers. If anywhere had the resources to give her an edge against Lux’s new dominance, it was Tocksyns.

Tugging her cloak a little tighter about her, she stepped down the short staircase that led to the warehouse’s entrance and slipped through the door as quietly as a shadow.

The place was immense, far larger than she’d thought when she first saw it from the outside. Rows and rows of shelves stretched onwards for hundreds of metres, crossing into new pathways like the gridded streets of some crazy city. Even at the entrance Ahsoka could see the variety of products, the most popular items all being presented immediately to entice new buyers.

Ahsoka let out a low breath as she saw a mannequin snug inside a latex maid uniform, curves hugged tight and accentuated by the shiny black material. She could imagine herself wearing it, her cleavage on display through the window cut at the front, her rear being shown off by the miniscule skirt that flared at the suit’s hips. The heels were a touch high for her liking, and she wasn’t quite sure how she’d wear the little bonnet that came with the ensemble, but she could almost see herself strutting around the house, happily serving her master in such a sexy… NO!

Ahsoka shook her head and stalked past the mannequin, scowling to herself at her weakness. Whatever the gems had done to her, she needed to fight it, she needed to stay in control!

“Can I help you love?” a low, gravelly voice spoke as she stepped past a shelf of vibrators. She had been so consumed with her own thoughts that the surprise made her yelp and spin, hands reaching to where her lightsabers would have been if she’d brought them.

A tall, one-eyed Zabrak woman looked her up and down, hands on her hips. She was pretty and muscular, with dark green hair pulled back in a tight ponytail behind her head and neatly sharpened horns crowning her scalp. Her face was regal and beautiful but scarred most likely from mercenary work. A plain black eyepatch covered one of her brilliant red eyes. “Jumpy little thing, ain’t ya?”

“Sorry.” Ahsoka murmured, cheeks flushed with humiliation. “I… didn’t hear you.”

“No problem.” The Zabrak chuckled. “Looking for anything in particular?”

“I… need something special.” Ahsoka said slowly, the Zabrak raised her eyebrows.

“We cater to all kinds of fetishes here, love.” She smiled softly, “Tell auntie Kakari what you need and we’ll get it for you right away.”

Ahsoka winced as the zabrak wound an arm around her and led her down the aisle. “Um… me and my b… boyfriend, we’re into BDSM…”

“Ah, say no more!” Kakari purred, steering Ahsoka down another aisle and then left to another. She pulled a length of rope from a large spool and coiled it around her fist. “This here is Vibroweave cord, soft as silk ribbons and strong as steel. Give this a slight electric charge and it’ll be like your man is being rubbed down by vibe-eggs.”

“Oh… wow.” Ahsoka breathed, admiring the cord with starry eyes before coughing as she remembered why she was there. “That’s… really great, but I already have rope.”

“Not like this.” Kakari grinned, “But hey, it’s not what you’re after so let’s move on.”

“The problem is…” Ahsoka sighed, her attention split between the issue at hand and the thought of those ropes tying her to the bed, buzzing against her flesh until she was screaming for release, only for Lux to tut and gently remind her she could only cum when he allowed it. “We’re both Dommes.”

“Ah.” Kakari nodded sagely. “Right. That can be a problem, the constant struggle for power, the one-upmanship. I went through the same thing with my ninth wife, sometimes you just need a good sub and it can be so frustrating.” She sighed and pulled Ahsoka along to a wall of droids of various shapes and sizes.

“Um… I’m not sure…” Ahsoka murmured, looking sceptically at a protocol droid with a dildo built into its crotch. Kakari was already on a roll.

“We solved it with one of these, the FTSB-3280!” she was beaming, patting the shiny white shoulder of a curvaceous droid. It reminded Ahsoka of one of the waitress-droids she’d seen in bars across the galaxy, the blank face, slit mouth and round eyes that gave a perpetual surprised expression. This one had legs rather than the rolling module and was clearly anatomically correct. Its chassis was pink and cream rather than the usual bright red and silver colour scheme she’d seen before.

“This baby is programmed to provide every service you could ever need, and it can take a beating too. Four-year guarantee, self-cleaning, plus you can upgrade for a standard domestic package and get it to do the housework whenever you’re not enjoying it.” Kakari laughed, hitting a button on the panel at the droid’s back. The slit mouth opened, and a thin metal tongue slid from it like a disk from a tray, wiggling up and down before sliding back inside. “Doesn’t look like much but it really hits the spot after a hard day’s work, take it from me. When it all gets too frustrating between you and your man, take it out on the perfect synthetic sub.”

“Um, it’s more that… well I’m not looking for anything other than him, I want something to… give me an edge?” Ahsoka offered weakly, wincing as the metal tongue slipped back out and began doing some rather impressive curls. “We compete a lot, you see, I just need something that’ll tip the balance in my favour.”

“Ahhh.” Kakari hummed, tapping her chin and sweeping over the line of droids with her one good eye. “You know, I think we might have just the thing.” She paced her way down the aisle before stopping at a little round droid that looked more like a football than anything else.

“What is that?”

“These are pretty new to the market, BB-model Astromech from Industrial Automaton.” Kakari sighed, folding her arms and frowning down at the droid as its little round head slid up to look at her. “They’re pretty much your standard Astromech droid, but we’ve had this unit modified with additional arms and a few assisting functions. It’s got programming for rope-work, a vibrate function, it’s programmed to record and stream video at industry quality too, if that’s something you’re into.”

“Rope-work?” Ahsoka asked, interest piqued. She glanced down at the little blue and yellow ball-droid which trilled in a friendly sort of way.

“That’s right, this little fella’s quick and nimble enough to do pretty much any kind of bondage perfectly. We had him tested on one of the girls who works deliveries and it was all pretty excellent, had her trussed up like a mynock ready for roast in less than three minutes.” Kakari hummed, nodding her head. “Only thing to watch for is to make sure it’s properly calibrated before use. It’s thorough and you don’t want to cut off any circulation with no way out.”

“Of course.” Ahsoka agreed, stooping and admiring the little thing with a sly smile. “How fast would you say it could tie someone up if they resisted?”

“We didn’t try that.” Kakari said slowly. “We’d hate to think our products were used in a non-consensual way.”

“No, of course not!” Ahsoka nodded quickly. “But if I were to sneak up on my boyfriend and set this on him?”

“Depends on how fast he is, I guess.” Kakari hummed.

Ahsoka grinned and pulled out her wallet.

“I’ll take it!”

-o-o-o-

“Alright little guy, you and I are going to have a lot of fun together.”

BB-1-3 blinked curiously up at its new mistress as it booted up, giving itself a little diagnostic before trilling cheerfully. It’s mistress’ face split into a smile and she patted its shell fondly.

“So, this is home. Lux is at work right now so we’re gonna run through a few tests, ok?”

BB-1-3 booped affirmatively.

“Great. So, you’re programmed for bondage play, right?”

BB-1-3 nodded its little head.

“Excellent. This is Lux.” Ahsoka grinned, producing a picture of her boyfriend. BB-1-3 scanned it and whistled its understanding. “When he gets back, you’re gonna tie him up, and I’m going to have some fun with him. Do you think you can tie him up?”

BB-1-3 nodded enthusiastically. That was, after all, its primary programming.

Its mistress seemed pleased. “And get his clothes off?”

BB-1-3 trilled, that was easy, it could do that with its optical receivers deactivated and three of its modular grabbing arms concealed in its chassis.

“Right, fantastic.” Ahsoka beamed, rubbing her hands together with excitement. “Let’s practice, just in case… first… hey!”

The thing about droids was that it was easy to think they were just cold, unfeeling machines. That simply wasn’t true. Droids had personalities, maybe not always in the traditional sense, but every droid ever built had little quirks and code-breaks that gave them a unique self. BB-1-3 was a very new droid, barely a week off the assembly line, and his model wasn’t much older. The number of glitches and quirks in his programming were almost double the amount found in your average astromech, and that many quirks meant more personality.

BB-1-3 was, in many ways, like a puppy. Happy, energetic, and entirely too enthusiastic for its own good. So when it heard ‘let’s practice’, its cybernetic mind lit up like a fireworks display with excitement.

It lashed out with a tiny metal claw and yanked Ahsoka’s cloak from her shoulders, zipping away across the room.

BB-1-3 heard his mistress’ yell of surprise and annoyance and trilled with delight. The game was getting better and better!

-o-o-o-

Lux stepped through the door and paused, eyebrows raising and dark eyes scanning over the curious scene before him. There the lounge was, looking as if a bomb had gone off, chairs and bookshelves and all manner of other things tossed crazily across the floor. He stooped and plucked a scrap of fabric from the floor.

It was part of Ahsoka’s pant leg, torn and ripped.

In any other circumstance Lux would have panicked, run from room to room searching for Ahsoka, convinced she’d been attacked, instead, he smiled. He knew Ahsoka was fine, not just because all of her clothes were amongst the wreckage of the lounge, including her bra and panties, but because the scent of her arousal was so thick he could practically taste it.

He slipped his shoes off and moved silently to the bedroom, pausing for a moment before sliding the door open. “Good afternoon, love.”

“L… Lux.”

Ahsoka’s voice was low and helpless, crooning with as much desire as pleading. She was bound from head to toe, thin black cords wound around her wrists, ankles and waist. They criss-crossed over her tight orange belly, cupped her slim breasts and looped around her shoulders. She couldn’t move an inch and as she stared at him, he noticed she was completely soaking wet.

“All this for me?” Lux hummed, sauntering to the end of the bed and folding his arms behind his back. he leaned forwards and flashed a cruel smirk down at the quivering togruta. “You shouldn’t have.”

“Lux… please…” Ahsoka whined. “It’s been hours.”

“The question remains, how did you manage to get yourself into this situation? All tied up ready for me to enjoy?” he chuckled, ignoring her. “Not that I don’t appreciate it.”

“It was the droid.” Ahsoka hissed, voice laced with venom. A quiet, mournful trill came from the corner of the room. A small round droid was sitting in the corner of the room, little more than two spheres painted blue and yellow. It was sweet, more or less, and oddly bashful for an entity without a face.

“You bought a droid?” Lux hummed, raising a brow. “And it tied you up?”

“It was supposed to tie you up.” Ahsoka moaned miserably. “I had it all planned out, but the little bastard’s glitched! He attacked me and trussed me up like a damn life-day roast!”

“So…” Lux sighed, walking his fingers up Ahsoka’s thigh. “You were going to ambush me. I was wondering what you had planned, but I’ve got to admit I expected something a little more elaborate.”

“Just untie me.” Ahsoka growled weakly, trying her best not to think about Lux’s hand on her leg.

“You look rather lovely like this, actually.” Lux murmured, sliding his hands over Ahsoka’s belly to just below her breasts. He plucked the rope framing her bust gently and grinned. “It’d be a shame to waste such a delicious opportunity, wouldn’t you agree?”

Ahsoka swallowed nervously and strained against her bonds, her heart sinking. She watched in silence as Lux undressed, he was already hard and eager to bury himself deep inside her, but she knew he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. No… he would make her beg for it.

“So, you were planning on tying me up.” Lux growled quietly, lifting Ahsoka and rolling her onto her front. “Having your way with me?”

“Lux please… I… I’m sorry.”

“Hush.” Lux growled, smacking her sharply on a svelte orange cheek. “You’ve been a bad girl, and now you’ll be punished. I think a slap for every hour you spent plotting against me. That seems fair.”

Ahsoka had spent over a day making her plans.

This was really going to hurt.

Smack.

“L… lux wait!”

Smack.

“Please!”

Smack.

“Ow!”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Have you learned your lesson, pet?” Lux asked softly, caressing the slightly glowing curve of Ahsoka’s rear with a gentle hand.

“Yes… Lux.” Ahsoka groaned, “N… now untie me.”

“Call me master.”

“What?”

“Call me master and I’ll let you go.”

Ahsoka bit her lip before scowling defiantly and shaking her head. Lux smiled and slipped two fingers into her gushing hole, slowly curling inside her and making her sob with sensation. He worked her relentlessly, pumping deep and hard, toying with her clit and using his free hand to tease her aching nipples.

The submission that had overwhelmed Ahsoka’s mind melted together with the arousal she’d been stewing in since BB-1-3 had finally succeeded in trapping her. She was helpless, barely sane as pleasure crashed through her helpless body. She was so close already, so close…

Lux pulled away and patted her cheek with an evil grin on his face.

“What are you doing?” Ahsoka croaked, arching her back as much as she could.

“Nothing.” Lux tutted casually.

“B… but I’m so close.”

“Really?” Lux grinned, feigning surprise. “I had no idea.”

By the time Lux’s hands returned to her, her orgasm had all but faded from the brink, leaving her with all the frustration but none of the bliss. By the time Lux had worked her back to the edge she was moaning unashamedly, teeth ground together and breaths coming hard and fast. Her eyes rolled back and a low groan of delight escaped her… and then Lux’s hands left her again.

“Nooooo.” She whined pathetically.

“Call me master.” Lux said softly. “And I’ll let you cum.”

Ahsoka trembled.

“Call me master, and I’ll take care of your every desire.”

Ahsoka whimpered, her resistance crumbling. The submission flooded through her mind, finally free to take hold, and she surrendered completely.

“Please… master… let me cum.” she pleaded, cheek dark with arousal. “I’ll… do whatever you want… I swear.”

“Good girl.” Lux grinned, leaning down and rewarding her with a gentle kiss.

Ahsoka was his plaything that night, taken in whatever way her new owner desired. Lux finally brought her to her climax as promised, but that was far from the end of the night. He fucked her helpless body hard enough to make her eyes rattle in her head. He spanked her hard enough that the coolness of his hand against her once it was done made her coo with joy. He had her gagged, on her front, on her back, on her side, riding atop him.

Ahsoka was helpless, and she was happy. Her eyes were quiet and content as Lux enjoyed her however he pleased, she was utterly satisfied with her new life as it began. She had no complaints; her body was for his pleasure after all. He fucked her cunt and her mouth, used her breasts and her ass. Ahsoka barely let out the weakest whine as he buried himself deep in her asshole, she’d always refused him, but now nothing was off limits for her beloved master.

In the small hours of the morning Lux was finally sated, releasing Ahsoka and holding her close. The togruta mewled with submissive delight and nuzzled close to her master, enjoying his strong arms around her as she fell asleep. The gems influence finally faded, their work on her mind complete. Ahsoka Tano, once headstrong and confident, was a meek, docile creature. She couldn’t have even thought of resisting her master’s desires now. Any trace of independence and disobedience had been purged.

The years went on and life was good, Lux and Ahsoka lived happily in Iziz as it rebuilt. Lux would work and Ahsoka would serve, little more than a maid for her master when he wasn’t around. Their nights were experiments in bondage and submission, Ahsoka gleefully going along with whatever desires her master voiced.

She had wanted a life of pleasure and submission, and now she would have it for the rest of her days.