Do Jedi Give Handjobs?

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The Wanton Apprentice

"Anakin, you have to take more care of your

apprentice. It's only been a short amount of time, and she's

close to becoming the most gang banged Padawan in the

Order."

“It’s not her fault. She just makes friends

easily, master.”

“Too many naked friends, Anakin. You need to have

a talk with her.”

More than anything, it was bad luck. Once,

they had pursued a Seperatist spy into a shady spaceport at

the edge of the galaxy. It had turned out to be a trap, but

nothing to do with Count Dooku. The trading hub was home to a

group of pirates who were looking to make a few credits from

a Jedi hostage. Knowing they could face execution if they

were handed over to the Sepratists, Anakin had negotiated a

deal with their captors.

"It’s great that you managed to work out a deal,”

said his Padawan apprentice. Anakin nodded.

“Sometimes Obi-Wan’s way is best.”

“I just have one question.”

“Ask away, Snips.”

“Why am I still on this side of the bars, while

you’re out there?”

Anakin sighed. He hadn’t been looking forward to

this conversation. But since she had asked…

“Do you trust me, Snips?” asked the

Jedi.

Ahsoka frowned. “Yeeess…” she said,

suspiciously.

“Good,” said Anakin. “Because I’ll be back for

you.”

“Back?” cried Ahsoka. “You’re leaving me behind?”

“It’s very important that we catch this spy. I

had to give a lot to negotiate my own release first. Once I’

ve captured him, and brought him before the Council, I’ll

come collect you. We can go back to Coruscant for some ice

cream or something.”

Ahsoka was still looking at her master with

suspicion. “We don’t have any credits. What did you pay them

with?”

Anakin couldn’t look directly at her. “Oh, you

know. This and that.”

“Maaaaster…” asked the orange girl, levelly.

“What have you done?”

Skywalker sighed. “Well, I had to sell you.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “What!?”

“… As a sex slave.”

“WHAT!?”

“It’s just for a little bit!” he said, trying to

placate her as she clawed at him through the bars. “And I’ll

be back before any… y’know, funny stuff goes on. This

is part of being a Jedi, Snips.”

“Somehow, I can’t imagine Master Yoda doing this,

” she snarled.

“Look, Snips, I’ll be back as soon as I can. In

the meantime, all you have to do is dance a little. Do what

they want, and I’ll be back for you. OK?”

Ahsoka remembered the dancers they’d seen in the

Cantina before their capture. There had been a stage at one

end of the room where girls of all different races came out

and strutted before a mob of baying men. And they were all

completely naked.

“Let me get this straight,” began the young

Padawan, carefully, “You want me to take off all my clothes

and dance in a room full of strangers, all to satisfy their

sick and twisted desires?”

Anakin put his hand on her shoulder. “I knew you

wouldn’t let me down, Snips. Oh, and don’t try and escape

till I get back. It’ll sour the deal.”

He turned and rushed away. Ahsoka shouted after

him, “Wait! Don’t I get a choice in this!?”

The last thing she heard before the prison door

banged shut was, “Nope.”

The mission took slightly longer than Anakin

had originally thought. There was a crash landing on a

desolate planet, capture, escape, trying to signal a Republic

ship, succeeding, but also attracting a Seperatist ship, the

fight between the two, the Republic ship going down, stealing

the Seperatist ship, flying back to the nearest Republic base

… All pretty standard for a Jedi mission, but when he got

back to the base, it just so happened that Padme was there

for a diplomatic layover, and this gave them a chance for an

elicit rendezvous.

(“Oh dear,” said C-3PO as he was forced to join

in. “But what will happen if Jar-Jar walks in?”

“Let him,” gasped Padme, sweat streaming down her

face, her staring eyes mad with wicked lust. “I want him to

watch!”

Anakin said nothing, just continued to pump into

her.)

It was actually several days after this before he

was able to communicate with Obi-Wan to report the success of

his mission.

“Excellent work, Anakin,” the master said. “And

how is your young Padawan getting on with her extended

mission?”

“Don’t worry, master,” said Anakin, expertly

stifling a curse as he remembered her for the first time in

weeks. “She has the situation well in hand.”

The cock that was gripped well in her hand

sprayed a jet of semen all up her naked arm. Another let out

its load directly in her face. Her luscious lips parted

slightly to allow her tongue to dart out and lick some of the

goo, scooping it up and bringing it back into her

mouth.

The smell was intense, but she had gotten used to

it. The heavy musk of a bar full of men, all queuing up for a

chance to fuck her. Some didn’t even wait; they jerked

themselves off and splattered her in passing, like a drive-by

shooting… only stickier. And more humiliating.

She was filthy. It wasn’t just the fact that she

was being used as a wall for sexual graffiti, or that she was

taking on a crew full of pirates and letting them cum inside

her; it was that she was allowing herself to be used as a

public convenience. She was a Jedi! She could get out of this

any time she wanted. But Anakin had said to stay

put.

He had a plan. He had to have a plan. Did he have

a plan? He must have a plan.

The man she was squatting on came inside her. To

say he was a man was a bit much. He was male,

certainly, but not a Togruta like her. She had mated with so

many species over the last few weeks that she had completely

lost count. Whatever he was, he’d had her and filled her up,

so she moved on to the next one.

Her small body was grabbed from behind and tossed

to the ground, where she landed on all fours and was suddenly

mounted by another alien. Right from the start he rutted on

her like a beast, and she cried out with each of his

gargantuan thrusts. Her tongue lolled out and she panted like

a dog, a trickle of cum sliding from her well-used mouth to

dribble onto the floor. Her voice escaped from somewhere

inside her as she squealed with every mighty

plunge.

While her tits bounced back and forth with the

same furious intensity with which she was being screwed,

another man slid along the ground towards her, his erect cock

standing for her service. With her mouth still open, she

wrapped her sensuous lips around it and began to bob her head

up and down its entire length. Her tongue wrapped tightly

around the rod and she lapped it up hungrily, just as she’d

learned from the hundreds that had come before. The faster

she could make him cum, the less time she would have to spend

thinking about his dirty, slimy cock in her

mouth.

Ahsoka Tano felt the penis in her mouth jerk

suddenly and she sucked it dry, gulping down the hot syrup

that stained her, inside and out. Several weeks of tasting

this slime had completely eliminated her natural gag reflex,

and she soon learned, if not to like it, then certainly not

to hate it.

The worst part was what came after she had

finished with her lover. As per the custom, he had scored a

line in her cheek in ink to show everyone who came after that

he’d used the slave to his satisfaction. This acted as part

of an ongoing system of tally marks, and her face was now

covered in them. It was humiliating. It was degrading. And

she was running out of face.

And these were just the blowjobs she had given.

There were more marks on her tight ass, where that had been

used, and even more on her thighs, indicating the seemingly

endless parade of males who wanted a piece of premium Tano

love.

After so many tally marks, she felt numb to the

explosion of love juice inside her pussy. She didn’t feel it

mingle with the cum of dozens that already overflowed from

her to slide down her toned thighs and onto the floor. She

was too exhausted to feel the man pull his penis out of her

with a slick slurp.

With all the alien spunk, Ahsoka’s pussy was a

study in biodiversity.

She fell to the ground, no longer assaulted by

cocks. Her body lay in the streaks of semen that always

stained the floor these days, and when she tried to climb to

her knees she slid on it and sprawled spread-

eagled.

She was a sticky mess. Her naked orange body was

smudged all over with obscene cream that was even now sliding

down her. It was disgusting and uncomfortably

warm.

Her eyes fluttered with tiredness and her

thinking was sluggish. Well, even Jedi have trouble keeping

their concentration after a marathon gang bang.

Through the grey mist of her mind, she suddenly

realised that they’d stopped humping her.

And then she groaned, because she knew what that

meant.

“Hose!” cried out one of the pirates. Some men

went to the wall and grabbed the hose that they would use to

spray her clean, ready to receive them for another

round.

“Oh good,” said Ahsoka to herself. “Another

refreshing shower in public.”

She focussed on the timepiece on the wall. Still

two more hours until closing time. By her reckoning, that

meant another thirty or so fucks, not including the last-

minute rush that would come at last orders.

She hated last orders. Things became…

messy.

She brought her hand to the level of her eyes and

turned it to face palm-down. There was a solid splat as a big

glob of cum hit the ground.

Messy? Well, last orders was still worse. It was

like being caught in a crossfire - she didn’t know where to

look, ducking and weaving all over the place. At least it

signalled the end of the evening’s revelries and the promise

of a good night’s sleep.

She sometimes wished she was a Sith Lord, so she

could embrace her anger. Then she would kill Sky Guy

for this. Oh yes, the master would pay for this

one.

But she was a Jedi. So she worked through her

unconstructive anger, accepted the hose and then got her head

down. Literally.

Of course, it had started off so well. She had

begun as her master commanded her, stripping naked for

strangers and dancing. She was actually quite talented at

this, her athletic Jedi prowess paying off in ways she had

never imagined. She had never trained for this, but

she didn't need to. She was a natural.

In fact, she was too good. The sight of

her petite, orange, toned body gyrating erotically drove the

crowd wild; so wild that, to prevent a full-scale lust-

fuelled riot, her benevolent captors pushed her off the stage

and into the crowd.

This was not the first gang bang she had had -

she had many adventures to her name already - but it was the

first time she was tossed and dragged around like a piece of

meat. She would have tried to escape, but her master had

specifically told her to stay until he returned… Mind you, he

had also said that she wouldn’t be subjected to anything

dirtier than a horny gaze, and here she was moments later

being spitroasted between two not-very well endowed, but

enthusiastic, aliens.

She despaired, she really did. She was supposed

to be a Padawan in the Jedi Order. Did Jedi give handjobs?

She suspected not, yet here she was, relieving

men. When she became Sky Guy’s Padawan, she hadn’t

particularly expected to become anyone’s

cumdump.

But she remembered what her Jedi instructors had

taught her: In war, we must all play our parts. In some small

way, she was helping defeat Count Dooku and the Sith, even if

it was in the most debauched and repulsive way

possible.

“Ah’m a-comin’ girly!” cried an alien, towering

in front of her with his dick in his hand.

Ahsoka rolled her eyes. “Whoo-freakin’-hoo,” she

said, as she received a face-full of man

spunk.

When Anakin burst in, lightsaber at the ready,

he found his apprentice smothered in semen, being screwed up

against a wall and barking like a whore.

“Not again,” he sighed

He quickly set about the pirates. Some were

reluctant to leave their orange fuck toy, but they scattered

before the Jedi’s superior skill.

“Get out of here, you scum! I’ll teach you to

hump my apprentice! Don’t worry, Snips, they’re gone now.”

The orange girl slowly raised her eyes to him.

They were heavy-lidded with exhaustion; the expression on her

ink- and cream-smudged face showed that she was bone-tired.

She spat out the glob of cum that her last patron had left

inside her, and cleared her throat. Despite her appearance,

her voice was as strong as ever.

“Hello, master,” she said in a dangerously

cheerful voice. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

Anakin looked down at her with badly-concealed

disgust. “Uh, yeah… I’ve been busy, you know. We can’t all

spend our time… having fun. So get up and let’s go.”

She could feel the Dark Side calling her. But in

the end, her Jedi lessons kept her in good stead, and she

didn’t kill him.

Instead, too tired to argue, she just sighed and

held out her arm. “Help me up, Sky Guy.”

There was a long, quiet pause in which nothing

happened. Ahsoka looked up questioningly at him.

He was leaning back from her with a slightly

revolted look on his face, grimacing.

“What?” she said.

“I would help you up, but… it’s a new

cloak and you’re filthy.”

“Well excuuuse me! Whose fault is that!?”

she exploded.

“Yours.”

“No, yours!”

“I don’t tell you what to do. And while we’re on

the subject of harlots, where are your clothes?

“They burned them! They said I wouldn’t need them

anymore!”

“Well, that’s silly, because we can’t have you

walking around naked. It would distract the clones.”

Ahsoka crossed her arms, which served to

emphasise the lovely orbs of her breasts, giving Anakin very

mixed feelings. He looked away as she said, “Master, I think

after everything I’ve been through, the least you can do is

lend me your cloak.”

Anakin grimaced a bit more as he considered the

idea. It didn’t seem to sit too well with him.

“Maaaster…”

He grunted. “It’s black. You’ve got… stuff

all over you. It’ll stain.”

“Fine! When we get to Coruscant I’ll get you a

new cloak!!” Ahsoka shouted at him.

“Alright,” he said as he let her cover her

nudity. “But make it a good one. I’ve got my image to think

of.”

Wrapped in cloth that felt unfamiliar after all

these weeks of enforced nudity, Ahsoka quietly

seethed.

They started back to the ship.

“Well, that’s another mission successfully

completed. Did you learn your lesson?” he asked,

cryptically.

Ahsoka raised an eyebrow. “You’re saying there

was a lesson here?”

Anakin sighed and shook his head, not

unkindly.

“Still have a lot to learn, Snips. Now come on. I

think I promised you some of Master Windu’s chunky monkey

earlier.”

As he walked away down the hanger deck, the well

-used girl scratched her head and thought. Maybe there

was a lesson here, but she couldn’t see

it.

She gave up and walked into line behind

him.

But that was just one adventure in the

exciting career of Ahsoka Tano.

++ END OF EPISODE 1