Star Wars: The Whore Wars

Ahsoka found herself once again practicing her handling of the lightsaber through her supposed meditation time. She nearly dropped her weapon as the sound of her chamber door swooshing open gave her a start, fearing her Master Anakin had come to check up on her. The youthful Togruta sighed a breath of relief when she saw it was the Senator Padme. “Oh, good evening Senator. You humble me with your presence,” she proclaimed with a respectful bow. With any other dignitary, she would never show such courtesy. Padme brought about many strange feelings in the Padawan.

Padme leisurely stepped toward Ahsoka and gently ran her fingers along one of her still budding head-tails that hung against the frame of her face. “Playing while you should be meditating? Your master would be most displeased, if I told him,” Padme mused before gently kissing the tip of the tail.

With a stunned gasp, Ahsoka took a half-step back, dropping the retracted lightsaber to the floor, her chest gripped with uncertainty and a sense of growing anxiety. “S-Senator?!”

Padme, piercing through the Togruta with a confident, hungry smile, quickly pressed her lips against the young one’s. “Hush now, less we give away both our dirty secrets.”

As the more mature Padme pressed on, sliding Ahsoka’s vestments away to reveal her innocent, developing figure, the younger Jedi in training did nothing to stop her. It conflicted with everything she had been taught at the academy but her forbidden desire to continue, to experience what was to come, consumed her fully. The senator’s lips danced along her exposed red flesh before they nuzzled against her neck, the royal hands of the Naboo noble caressing the budding breast and anticipating slit of her inexperienced sexual partner. Soon, the door swooshed open once more and the same feeling of sudden dread overcame Ahsoka. “Padawan Ahsoka, what is the meaning of this!?”

Aayla Secura stood at the doorway, a disapproving scowl painted across her exotic Twi'lek face. Ahsoka froze but Padme continued to grope the youth as she turned her face to the intruding Jedi. “Good evening General Secura. To what do we owe the pleasure?” she asked, emphasizing the word pleasure by pinching her fingers tightly onto the excited nub between Ahsoka’s legs, causing her to squeak loudly.

“Senator, though this behavior is obviously unfitting of someone in your position, I have no place to pass judgement nor responsibility to inform the senate of your actions. But you, my Togrutan cousin, will come with me to be severely punished.”

“Aayla, are you jealous? I wouldn’t be too surprised, Ahsoka here is very attractive, even at her age and even by the high standards of beauty both your races are known for. I suppose I don’t blame you for feeling too old, too, well, plain, by comparison.”

Padme’s ploy was obvious but older Jedi, fueled by the repressive sexual boredom that Jedi Knighthood provided her, played along. “She is... a fetching little thing. A prize worth a hefty price on any world. But there is a reason why the Twi’lek, Twi’lek who blossom fully into womanhood, are the most sought after species in any rim of the galaxy. Or perhaps you think yourself my better in beauty, little padawan?”

Master Secura walked up to the inexperienced Jedi, still in the senator’s lustful embrace, using her height to effortlessly press her impressive bust against her cheek. The soft feel and warmth from those fully developed breasts made Ahsoka quiver with desire. “No... you are... far more gorgeous... I could never compete against such beauty.”

Padme, playing on a sinister idea that immediately came to her, forced Ahsoka to face her by pulling at her underdeveloped montral, feigning an insulted demeanor. “Oh and now I’m some homely trollop from some backwater system, is that it Ahsoka?”

The young one felt her entire body tense up, great fear was bubbling up inside her. “No! Senator, I would never- that is, I mean...”

Aayla quickly picked up on Padme’s little game and joined her by grabbing the other small horn atop of Tano’s crown. “It would seem, senator, that our little pet has to be taught a lesson. It is unseemly for a Jedi, even a Padawan, to be so indecisive. Yes, punishment must be dulled out immediately,” she proclaimed, unfastening the bonds of her clothing.

“You are most wise, General Secura,” praised Padme as she began to undress herself. “Hand and knees, Snips, you will humble yourself before your superior.” Obeying her command, Ahsoka dropped to her hands and knees before receiving an unsuspecting spank across her firm behind by the senator. “Yes, quite acceptable.”

Ahsoka looked up as Aayla slid down her tight pants, revealing her smooth, sleek slit. “You are known to mouth off quite a bit. We shall put it to good use here.” She guided the youth’s face between her legs. “Lick.”

Nervous, she did once again what she was told and began to lap between the lips of Aayla’s womanhood. Padme straddled herself over the back of Ahsoka’s head and slid her hind head-tail into her awaiting pussy. “Mmm, very firm yet very lively,” she commented as it twitched around once inside her.

She held the lek in place with one hand while embracing Secura close with the other arm, their heaving breasts crushing against each other. The two shared a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues twirled and slapped against one another, their hot pants of breath penetrating into the other’s mouth, their stiffening nipples prodding and grinding into the other’s luscious skin. All the while, Ahsoka hungrily lashing her tongue into Aayla, the stimulation from having her lek squeezed inside Padme’s contracting cunt was driving her insane. With the added assistance of her own fingers, Jedi knight Secura was soon brought to orgasm, her juices overflowing across half of Ahsoka’s face. “Mmm, a fine effort for someone’s first time. Now, lick it clean.”

Snips took a moment to catch her breath before answering. “With pleasure, master.” She soon dragged her tongue across the exquisite skin of the Twi’lek, gathering every drop she could. Every swallow was accompanied by a moan of deep satisfaction, she soon found herself slurping any inch of her for more.

Padme guided Ashoka’s face away while she was still lost in a daze of mindless lust. “Ah, you’re all dirty. Let me help.” She then began to lick clean the juices on Ashoka’s face. All the stimulation was too much for the young one to bear and her hand instinctively flew in between her legs, hoping for release. She was quickly denied when Padme snatched her hand away by the wrist. “Dirty girl, did we say you could touch yourself?”

“Please, I need... I can’t take it!” she pleaded.

“Well then, perhaps I can accommodate,” Secura proposed. “Secure her senator, I will return shortly.” Amidala wrested both of Ashoka’s hands over her head, receiving a perverse enjoyment from her weak struggling. Soon Aayla returned with two false phalluses protruding from her pelvic area. “Position her properly, madam senator, I am quite the aggressive lover when I take charge.”

Ahsoka was stunned to see the long, thick lengths of harden rubber bounce and wobble toward her as she was pulled down atop of Padme. “Ah! No, please, I beg the both of you, I can’t... I’m not... I’m unable to go through with such an act!”

She received a firm spank delivered by the Senator’s hand once more. “A Jedi is without fear, Ahsoka. So stop being such a baby and hold still.”

Aayla hungrily licked her lips as she pressed the tips of her strap-on against their moist cunts. Panicked, Ahsoka sucked in a shallow breath before a forceful push led to her painful first penetration. Her high pitched cry excited the two, adding to Secura’s pleasure was the fact that the more resistance the virgin orifice gave, the more pleasure the length hidden inside her at the base of the strap on provided her. She cocked her hips and began to pump herself back and forth, accommodating for the eagerness and ease of Padme’s hole to the tightness and reluctance of Ahsoka’s. “Senator, you deplorable harlot, even with a toy this large your entrance is very accommodating,” she mocked.

Padme slyly smirked. “Well, how else do you propose I get the more venerable senators to take me seriously?” Snips buried her head between Padme’s ample bosoms to find some degree of refuge from the overwhelming sensations, screaming into the soft, pillowy mounds. Amidala took one of her lekku and began to suckle and stroke it with great delight.

With a final push, Aayla forced the twin fake cocks right to the base, shoving them both entirely into the two women. The sensation overwhelmed Ahsoka and drove her screaming into her first orgasm. “Very satisfying yet I yearn for more. Ready yourself Padawan, it is not over yet.” Not giving the young Jedi time to rest, she reeled back her twin cocks and rammed them back in, going into a slow, powerful rhythm of pulling and thrusting. Ahsoka gave out her expected screams but now Padme sung along with her own loud moans, their bucking bodies causing their breasts to grind against each other. Tano was brought screaming into orgasm twice more before Padme could enjoy her own.

Ahsoka collapsed to the ground, nearly blacking out. “You will need to be more sturdy, little Togruta,” Secura stated. “Do you think anyone who would capture a Jedi would be less ruthless than I? In fact, I believe we will need to train you further in that regard.” Padme gave Ahsoka a kiss on her lips before slipping away as Aayla hefted the tired Togruta into position. “Prepare yourself, little morsel.”

“Pre... prepare?” Before Ahsoka could brace herself, Secura plunged both her false members into both of the padawan’s tight entrances. “AHH! Master! Please, I beg you! No more!” But her pleas were ignored as Aayla gleefully forced herself deeper. Padme pleasured herself leisurely as she watched the Twi’lek’s dildos slowly disappear into Ahsoka. Aayla held onto Ahsoka’s waist firmly and began to relentlessly pound away at her, every push caused the hidden dildo tucked inside Secura to pleasure her more and more. Ahsoka could no longer scream but merely pressed her head to the ground, nearly hyper-ventilating as intense sensations rocked her body every single moment, never giving her a chance to recover. The sight of the young one lost in a tormenting sea of pain and pleasure, her false dicks ripping into her tight little morsel, her own dildo now pushing deeper into her, bucking wildly from the kick back filled Aayla with an almost animalistic pleasure. Finally, all three women groaned, moaned and screamed into orgasm at once, the floor now a mess of womanly discharge. Ahsoka, ripped from virginity twice, passed out a top a slick pool of her own cum.

The two women left standing shared a lustful kiss before redressing themselves. “We should have these encounters more often, senator. So sad this war provides neither of us any leisure time.”

“Yes, we’ll have to work around that problem. Now then, let’s leave Snips to ‘meditate’.”