Chapter 5: The Tower

"Never give up hope, no matter how dark things seem."

The overseer's finger pointed directly at Ahsoka, giving a subtle gesture sharp and final. Before she could process the command, two guards descended upon her. Their rough hands seized her arms, their grip unyielding.

"No!" Ahsoka gasped, but it was too late. With a violent tug, they ripped the neck of her dress. The coarse fabric gave way with a sickening tear, falling down to her waist. Her smooth peach-colored breasts were exposed, small but firm, capped with two perfectly round pinkish-brown nubs that stood out against her soft orange skin. Her bosom was just a few shades lighter than the rest of her body, a subtle contrast that drew the eye.

A wave of heat washed over her, her montrals flushing a deeper shade of blue as she stood exposed. She considered using the Force to push them away, to save herself from this humiliation, but the cold metal of the collar around her neck served as a chilling reminder of her powerlessness.

The guards weren't finished. They forced the dress down her hips, letting it pool around her feet. Then, with another brutal tug, they ripped away her undergarments. What had been a pair of delicate pink undies was now nothing more than scraps of fabric. They held her arms out to the side, preventing her from covering herself, leaving her completely bare before the room.

The overseer circled her, his black eyes appraising her form with the detached curiosity of a scientist examining a specimen. Ahsoka fought to center herself, to draw on the Force, but the arousal of humiliation was a roaring in her ears, drowning out everything else.

You are more than this body, she told herself, the words a desperate mantra. You are a Jedi. This is just a shell.

She reached out with the Force, her mind sharp and clear. You will send me to The Tower, she projected, her thoughts weaving through the air. I am a tech slave. My skills are needed there.

The overseer paused for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly, but then he continued his inspection, her suggestion seemingly having no effect. He bent down in front of her, his long, pale fingers reaching for the most intimate part of her. Ahsoka's breath hitched, her body tensing as he parted her hairless orange lips with his fingers, revealing the bright moist pink inside.

The touch was clinical yet it sent a jolt through her, a spark of something unexpected. In that moment, the world narrowed to the point of contact. She felt a sudden, inexplicable connection to him, a thread of the Force stretching out to him, taut and vibrating.

You will send me to the tower, she projected again, her thoughts sharp and clear, weaving through the Force, ampliphied by the touch. I am a tech slave. My skills are needed there.

The overseer froze, his fingers still holding her open. His eyes widened slightly, a flicker of confusion crossing his features. For a long moment, he remained motionless, his mind caught in the grip of her suggestion. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, he recovered, his expression returning to its usual impassive mask. He stood up, his movements smooth and deliberate.

"Healthy, untouched," he repeated, his voice monotone. After a pause that stretched into an eternity, he added, "You will be sent to The Tower as a tech slave. Your skills are needed there."

A collective gasp rippled through the room. The guards exchanged bewildered glances, their whispers a low, confused murmur. This was not the expected outcome. A girl like her, healthy, young, beautiful, was meant for the pleasure palace, not the tower.

"Overseer," one of the guards began, stepping forward. "The tower is not for..." as he continued, Ahsokas mind blurred and buzzed, tingling with sensations she had never before felt - humiliation, fear, arousal at being seen. She was held naked as a short debate ensued, the Pyke unable to defend exactly why he felt so strongly about his unusual decision.

"The overseer is right," one of the guards finally said, stepping forward. "The pirate who sold her said this one had tech training."

The overseer's gaze flickered towards the guard who had spoken, then back to Ahsoka. He gave a curt nod, the decision final. "Take her to the tower."

One of the guards holding her arm yanked her off to the side, his grip rough. With his other hand he scooped her brown dress off the floor. As he led her out of the room Ahsoka couldn't help but feel a surge of triumph, a small victory in the face of overwhelming defeat.

They emerged from the processing chamber into the harsh light of the mines. The air was thick with dust and the sound of pickaxes striking rock was a constant, rhythmic clang.

"I was looking forward to carrying you out," the guard grumbled, his voice laced with disappointment. "You'd be surprised how much fun you can have with a naked girl slung over your shoulder without even touching her cherry." Ahsoka recalled how the last girls gasps and kicks never really subsided as she was carried off down the corridors. If anything she had gotten louder. The guard continued, an unusual hint of fear in his voice, "But since you're going to the tower, you should probably put this on. I don't want no trouble with the tower "

Ahsoka nodded, quickly pulling the dress over her head before he could change his mind. A gleam of regret in his eyes, the guard took one last look at the her toned tummy, the smooth V disapearing between her thighs, and her bared legs. The short dress hugged her thighs as she pulled it down across her hips. The top halter strap had ripped behind her neck and was impossible to fasten. She started to protest, but the frustrated guard cut her off.

"Good enough," he said, drawing her along by her arm.

Ahsoka held the top of the dress up over her chest with her free hand as he marched her up and out of the mines. As they walked through the streets they crossed paths with the first guard who still had the man's daughter over his shoulder. Her naked ass was still high in the air facing forward, her nude torso and red hair hanging loosely down his back. The most shocking part for Ahsoka was how nothing about this attracted any concern from passersby. This was normal!

Ahsoka saw no signs of physical harm to the girl, she appeared to still be unwhipped, struggling, twitching. She wondered sadly if this girl may actually outlive the rest of her family on Kessel. Would this horrible destination actually be her salvation l? The guard pulling Ahsoka cursed under his breath at the other. "Looks like he's taking the scenic route. He could of been there by now."

As they passed each other, her fears were confirmed. What appear to be the guard shielding the redhead's privates with his hand for her sake, told a different story upclose. Long streaks of moisture reflected down each of her legs, some extending to her bare feet. More drops of moisture were tracing the same paths as she squirmed helplessly under his concealed grip.

The guard pulling Ahsoka noticed this too and stared lustfully for a moment. She seized on the distraction and reach out with the Force, pulling the guard's holocommunicator out of his back pocket and into her dress, wedging it safely between her well-rounded cheeks. She hoped he would get pumished for losing it. She also hoped there would be no more searches, especially now her underclothes were gone.

A short time later, the tower loomed before them, an ominous, obsidian structure that seemed to absorb the light around it. It was brand new, high-tech, and imposing, a stark contrast to the ramshackle mines and... and was that a camoflauged shield generator in the distance? Built right into the sides of the mountain? Hondo had been right. This place was the key.

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Hondo Ohnaka whistled a jaunty tune as he made his way back to his ship, the two small crates of spice a comforting weight in his arms. The deal had gone smoothly, half the credits for this shipment already transferred to his account. He was just rounding the corner when he paused, his ears catching the sound of battledroid voices.

"Smuggling vessel impounded, taken to the spaceport for inspection." one said, its voice a metallic monotone. "Matches description of unidentified transport seen entering the sector earlier."

"Increased security," another added. "All ships in the area are to be inspected. Look out for Republic spies."

"Roger, roger." The group replied.

"How am I supposed to look for them if I don't know what they look like?" one droid asked curiously.

"Spies?" Said the first droid, annoyed, "They could look like anyone, that's the whole point."

"Are you a spy?" The other droid asked.

"No you idiot, we were made on geonosis together." The first droid responded.

"Sounds like something a spy would..." the droids continued bickering as they rounded a corner in the distance.

Hondo's blood ran cold. He cursed under his breath, his good mood evaporating in an instant. His ship. Impounded. He was stranded.

"Looks like I might need a Jedi to get you off this planet after all, my beauties." he cood tenderly to the small boxes of spice in his arms. Turning on his heel he headed back towards the tower. The whistling had stopped, replaced by a grim determination. This was not how he had planned things, but Hondo Ohnaka was nothing if not adaptable