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Poll Winner

Themes: Defeat Fetish, Alien Sex, Roleplay

Summary: Based on this video. Deep down inside, Ahsoka Tano has always longed to give in to her submissive instincts. A secret fetish that she has never shared with anyone... until the young human male she's taken as her Padawan susses out her secret and decides to give her exactly what she wants. She's reluctant at first, but in the end she decides to indulge in his games utilizing a set of stolen Stormtrooper Armor. She's adamant that it's just this once, of course. 

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“Freeze, Jedi Scum.”

Ahsoka Tano goes still as she feels the barrel of a blaster rifle press into the small of her back. Slowly, she lifts her hands up in surrender. A moment later and a hand reaches for her waist, grabbing both of her lightsaber handles and tugging them free of her belt before tossing them off to the side. As they go skittering away into the darkness, Ahsoka lets out a shuddering breath.

“Turn around. Slowly.”

They shouldn’t be doing this. The Togruta knows that, even as she does as she’s told and comes face to face with the ‘Stormtrooper’ who caught her. The scenario is a simple one. She’s infiltrating an Imperial Outpost for data and has been caught red-handed by the single solitary Stormtrooper on duty defending it. What a shame if he… decided not to call this in. What a shame if he… decided to take certain liberties with her.

“No one knows you’re here yet, Jedi. Haven’t reported an intruder quite yet. Could keep it that way… if you make it worth my while.”

A shiver runs down Ahsoka’s spine. If this were a real encounter, that would be the stupidest thing the Stormtrooper could have said. But then to be fair, if this were a real encounter, the Stormtrooper wouldn’t have gotten the drop on her in the first place. Nor was she exactly defenseless even now… she could summon her lightsabers back to her hands with a single burst of willpower and the Force.

But she doesn’t. Because none of this is real. This is… fantasy.

“What… what would you have me do, sir?”

The ‘sir’ bit causes the Stormtrooper to jolt. And then he chuckles.

“Sir? I like that. Let’s start things off easy then, Jedi. Strip.”

Ahsoka hesitates for a second, wondering if she should argue, be more reluctant… but no. In the end, she reaches down and begins to strip naked, exposing her orange flesh inch by inch.

“Hmph. Eager, aren’t we?”

Blushing, the Togruta doesn’t respond. How can she? Even if none of this is real… it’s still embarrassing to be indulging like this. All her life, she’d held back this side of herself. A submissive side that longed to be… dominated. She can’t even say when it started, really. Perhaps shortly after she left the Order? After all, before then she was a Jedi from a very early age. She didn’t have time for fetishes and sexual desires. She didn’t have the education for it either.

Not until after she left the order did Ahsoka Tano have time… too much time really, to reflect upon what SHE wanted. Some of the things she wanted, she’d gone ahead and done. Some… she hadn’t. Her experience as an undercover slave while she was still a Padawan had been something that twisted inside of her though. Not because of how much she’d hated it, but because of how much she’d enjoyed it.

Finally naked, Ahsoka stands there as the ‘Stormtrooper’ steps forward… and sets his blaster rifle to the side. Another fatal mistake if this were real, but it isn’t. And so she allows herself to be grabbed by the shoulders and forced down onto the ground on her ass, back against a crate just behind her. The ‘Stormtrooper’ removes his helmet and a pair of green eyes set above a cheeky grin gaze down at her even as he sets the helmet off to the side and begins removing his codpiece.

Corr Pavond. A young human male… and her current Padawan. NOT Jedi Padawan, to be clear. Seeing as Ahsoka herself wasn’t a Jedi. But he was… he was her pupil. She’d taught him everything she knew. Perhaps a little too much, really.

His cock abruptly freed from its confines, he lets it flop down across her face as she looks up at up. Ahsoka gasps, shuddering and trying not to be too delighted as he rubs his length across her features for a moment before grabbing hold of her montrals. Well aware that the horns atop her head are hollow, Corr’s grip is both gentle but also firm, even as he directs his cock into her mouth, ‘forcing’ her to take him past her lips.

“Suck, you Jedi Bitch. Suck my fat fucking cock like you were born to…”

Ahsoka does as she’s told, of course. At the same time, she wonders if this is as much for Corr as it is for her. He’s… well, he’s always been a good student. Perhaps too good. She’s enjoyed training him… and she’s enjoyed other aspects of their relationship as well. This is not the first sexual encounter they’ve had and while Ahsoka worried she was taking advantage of the young man at first, it quickly became apparent that he could make his own choices. He wasn’t a child, that was for sure.

Of course, there was also his Force Sensitivity. He was… surprisingly powerful. Maybe not as good as some of the people she’d known in her life. He was no Anakin Skywalker, no Chosen One. But he was strong enough in the Force that their Master-Padawan bond had allowed him insight into Ahsoka Tano that no one else had ever gotten before.

He knew her as she was now… the woman who’d left the Jedi order, who’d wrestled with her past and future, and who’d ultimately tried to repress her true desire to… to be sexually dominated. Defeated. Just as they were roleplaying now.

“Glughk! Hulghk! Gagkh!”

Corr groans as he begins to pick up pace, fucking her throat with increasing speed.

“You’re not very good at this, so I suppose I’ll take over from here. Just relax that tight little throat of yours, Jedi.”

Ahsoka does her best to obey. Her hands and ass rest on the cold metal beneath them as her bare back rests back against the crate. The location is actually very real. An abandoned Imperial Outpost that they’d taken over and turned into their latest home. It was only recently left behind, so the place was barely even dusty yet… and the suit of Stormtrooper Armor that Corr had found in his exploration was pristine.

That was what had started all of this. His discovery and an idea that Ahsoka had hesitated a moment too long in shutting down. And once he’d seen that hesitation, her irrepressible, capricious Padawan had KNOWN he had her. And she’d known too that she would ultimately cave.

“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

As he continues to fuck her face, Ahsoka shudders, her skin no doubt glistening with sweat. Her legs, scrunched up at the knees, spread apart. Her naked cunt breathes with need, clenching around nothing at all and practically BEGGING to be touched… to be used. Of course, Ahsoka doesn’t go for it. She could touch herself. She could finger her cunt while she gets face fucked by the ‘Stormtrooper’ who captured her. She does not. Instead, she keeps her hands palm down on the cold metal, using the sensation to center herself even as her pussy drips with arousal and need.

She’s actually rather proud of that fact, that she’s able to resist the urge to touch herself while Corr drags her up and down his cock by her montrals, using her just like a pent-up Stormtrooper assigned to some dead end outpost WOULD use a gorgeous alien prisoner if he caught them with their pants down. That is, until he glances back over his shoulder at one point, down at what her body is doing behind him.

“Hah!”

Ahsoka blinks, eyes fluttering open and looking up at him as he turns back to grin down at her.

“Already spreading your legs like the bitch in heat you are. So much for that vaunted Jedi Pride. I see how much you want my big fat cock to split that orange cunt of yours open. Luckily for you… I’m more than willing to oblige.”

He’s not doing anything wrong. He’s just playing the character. But Ahsoka nevertheless feels an immense moment of shame at the realization that she HAD effectively been presenting herself like… like a bitch in heat, just as he’d said. Her blush is incandescent as he pulls his cock out of her mouth and gives her montrals a firm tug.

“Up.”

He’s still careful not to be too rough with the hollow horns of course, even as Ahsoka scrambles to her feet. He lets go of her montrals then, instead grabbing her by her hips and spinning her around.

“Oof!”

Bent over the crate she’d just had her back against, Ahsoka gasps as his gloved hands slide over her naked hips and ass, before finally his fingers reach her pussy. He slams three digits into her incredibly wet cunt right off the bat, driving them in and out of her and making… making Ahsoka squeal in an embarrassing fashion at the top of her lungs, her legs quivering and shuddering as she’s pushed up onto her tip toes by the maneuver.

“Ah. A sexy cunt squealing like the bitch she is. Music to my ears.”

Corr’s voice is as amused as it is derisive as he slides his gloved fingers right back out of her… and replaces them with his cock a moment later. No warning. No hesitation. Nothing. One moment she’s empty again, the next she’s full. VERY full. Ahsoka groans, her eyes fluttering as she shudders against the crate. Her Padawan is… very well-endowed. Always has been. She knows she shouldn’t be so… shallow. But it’s one of her favorite parts of him. His big… fat… cock.

Grunting, Corr begins to drive into his Togruta Master from behind. Still playing the part of Stormtrooper fucking his prisoner, he grabs her by the shoulders and really pounds her pussy into the shape of his dick, making Ahsoka moan wantonly as the crate she’s bent over bounces from the force.

“Fucking take it, bitch. Take my Stormtrooper cock, you rebel scum.”

Fetish play. That’s all it is. They’re both rebels, after all. Hunted by the Empire not just because they’re Force Sensitive, but also because they flit from group to group, helping the disparate rebel cells with their individual missions, never staying anywhere for too long. They were in between such tasks right now, allowing for… flights of fancy like this one.

Still, even if it’s all just for the sake of kink… it still works. Ahsoka’s pussy clenches around Corr’s dick and she shudders as he continues to slam her into the crate, burying his cock in her cunt again and again. He grunts at her increasing tightness, even as she moans at his rough treatment of her. She’s nothing. Just a fuck hole for him to get his rocks off in. She, Ahsoka Tano, aka Anakin Skywalker’s Apprentice, aka the Rebel Agent Fulcrum… has been reduced to nothing more than a sex doll for this common Stormtrooper to use at his leisure.

Even if she knows it’s all just roleplay, the scenario is too hot for her to not get off to. A lewd cry leaves her lips as Ahsoka cums all over Corr’s cock, coating her disguised Padawan’s prick in her pussy juices.

“Fuck… so fucking tight. So fucking slutty. My own personal rebel cum dump, heh. Guess it’ll make being stuck out here on the Rim more bearable if nothing else…”

He made it all more bearable. She was so lucky she found him. Corr Pavond, her perfect, big dicked Padawan. Force, she might have fallen in love with him even. Thank fuck that neither of them were actual Jedi…

Suddenly, Corr’s hands go from her shoulders to her lekku. Ahsoka barely has a chance to react before he clamps down hard on them and yanks the lekku back over her shoulders, giving them a hard tug and driving his cock deep into her at the same time.

“AIIIIEEEEE!!!”

Ahsoka’s ensuing squeal as she explosively orgasms all over Corr’s cock fills the room, bouncing off the metal walls. Her eyes threaten to roll back in her head, even as her tongue sticks straight out of her mouth from the explosion of sensation and pleasure. It feels… way too good, having her lekku pulled while having sex. But then… Corr already knew that.

“Oh man. I heard that Twi’lek loved having their lekku pulled, but I wasn’t sure that a Togruta would be the same. Guess you are, huh? Just made to be fucked, with built-in reins like these…”

Her montrals are sensitive but also fragile, being hollow and what not. Tugging on them too violently is a good way to injure her, so obviously her Padawan had avoided doing so, even as deeply in character as he is. But her lekku, while sensitive, are not nearly as fragile. Meaning he can be as rough with them as he wants.

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, of wet squelching as her pussy gets more and more sopping… it all fills the room along with Ahsoka’s melodic cries as he yanks on her lekku and she cums for him shamefully and embarrassingly, again and again. He doesn’t let up either, not even for a moment. Using her like she’s nothing but his prisoner… nothing but a collection of holes, a piece of fuck meat.

Until finally, he does what you do with a piece of fuck meat. He finishes. His seed explodes out into her, filling Ahsoka’s insides, coating them as she shudders her way through yet another orgasm. Whimpering moans leave the naked Togruta’s lips as the ‘Stormtrooper’ slumps over her for a second while emptying his balls into her. Then, he finally lets go of her lekku and slowly pulls out.

There’s a beat of silence and then…

“Master, I-!”

But she doesn’t want it to end. She doesn’t want it to be over. Quick as a whip, before he can finish his sentence, Ahsoka spins around and drops into a crouch. This time, she lets one hand dip down between her legs, fingering her cunt. The other wraps around the base of the cock in front of her, even as she opens wide and takes him past her lips before sucking down hard enough to hollow her cheeks.

Looking down at her in surprise, Corr hesitates for a moment… before grinning as he places a hand atop her head between her montrals, rubbing her scalp as she needily sucks him off. Correctly interpreting that the roleplay is to continue, he chuckles darkly as he gets back into character.

“Well now. Looks like I broke you with this big fat cock of mine, didn’t I you filthy Jedi slut?”

“Mmmm…”

“Could turn you in… could report you to the Empire. S’what I’m supposed to do. But… what do I care about them? They stuck me out here on this dead end assignment, after all. So… might as well enjoy the perks of the job when they come my way, yeah?”

Reaching down, he fondles one of her tits before pinching a nipple between his fingers and giving it a sharp tug.

“Mm!”

“Yeah… I’d say we’re on the same page, pet.”

In response, Ahsoka just sucks harder.