Ahsoka and Padme are throat-fucked by tentacles

As the tip of a tentacle started to circle and tease around his urethra, Anakin snarled and thrashed his limbs against the accursed restraints which bound his ankles and wrists. Making eye contact with Padme, he tried to slow his breathing as his wife gave him a small, sad smile. Then her eyes widened and she spluttered as a tentacle wormed its way into fucking her mouth.

Now both Ahsoka and Padme were being violated by tentacles in all three of their holes.

Anakin glared balefully at the octopods violating his wife and padawan. Feeling the dark side rush through his veins like searing flames, he reached out with his mind as it filled with bloody **** and the past screams of dying foes.

But then another consciousness brushed against his, a pensive and alien mind of a stoic warrior. “Calm yourself, Skywalker,” Kit Fisto said calmly.

Returning his gaze towards the ceiling and calming his breathing, Anakin had just started being able to block out the sounds of the girls **** on tentacle dicks when the door burst open.

Riff Tamson swaggered in, the Separatist’s black eyes glinting as he beheld the suffering of his four prisoners. Five other Karkaradon followed him in, all of them clad only on loincloths. They were carrying an assortment of whips, tasers and dildoes in their clawed hands.

Anakin eyed them warily as the brawny aliens marched inside, his cock shrinking as he felt suddenly **** next to his hulking captors. Padme and Ahsoka were even more ****, he realised, as two Karkaradons started fondling the girls’ butts and tits.

Whatever Tamson had planned for them, things were only going to get worse…