Disrobe and Disguise

“… Fine.” Both Jedi knights finally declared at once.

“Excellent. Don’t linger then, get to it.” Ventress half demanded and half teased.

Obi-Wan cleared his throat and begun to work at his belt.

“Would you mind averting your gaze?” Obi-Wan asked politely.

“For what reason? It’s not like you’re changing into something else. Besides, you two have been ogling my chest since you found me. It’s only fair I get to see some skin too.” Ventress retorted to Obi-Wans request.

“I wasn’t aware you could be so perverted, Ventress.” Obi-Wan spoke back with snide as he discarded his belt and undid his upper robes. To his side, Anakin did much the same.

“You’ve always underestimated me, Kenobi.” Ventress replied, her eyes unable to resist watching the two strip.

Their bright and dark robes of the two Jedi, these particularly two having been a thorn in her side for so long, loosened and gave way to their well toned and battle scarred chests. They were far from the most fit men she had ever laid eyes on, Savage Oppress was firmly leading that charge, but still they clearly worked hard to maintain their muscular figures. Ventress couldn’t help but wonder if they’ve ever wanted to wrap her up in those powerful arms of theirs, hold her down and keep her from escaping like she always did. To take out all that pent up frustration on her and her helpless body…

Next came their boots, which they loosened and step out of before they finally let their trousers fall to their knees… and Ventress couldn’t help but plant her finger at her lips in admiration.

It was hard to tell who was the Master when it came to length from her angle, but she wagered Skywalker was the more… naturally gifted. Kenobi was not far behind though, a perfectly balanced 8 inch cock to contrast Skywalkers 9. And from the firmness of them, they’d both been recently erect. Perhaps that had been her doing.

“Perhaps I’ve underestimated you too.” Ventress pondered, tapping her finger at her lips as she the two Jedi finished undressing.

“Now THAT sounds more familiar.” Anakin snapped back.

“Alright, Ventress you’ve had your fun, now what?” Obi-Wan inquired as he scooped up his Jedi cloak and fashioned it around him. It wasn’t much, but he wished to retain what modesty he had left.

Anakin meanwhile did the same, bringing his hood above his head as he looked back at Ventress, but then down at himself. To say this was humiliating would be selling it lightly. But then he looked back at his own right arm, still gloved to conceal his metallic arm.

“This isn’t going to be a problem… is it?” Anakin self reported and waived his arm to remind Obi Wan and Ventress of its existence.

“I’ve seen some of the cultists here wear similar gloves and other implements. I doubt any will notice.” Ventress answered.

“We’ll just have to take your word for it.” Kenobi resigned.

“Oh, is that so hard Kenobi?” Ventress countered with a mischievous tone.

“From every time I’ve interacted with you for the past few years? Yes.” Kenobi replied with playful bluntness.

“How hurtful. But it matters little. We can’t linger too long or someone will find us.” Ventress declared, before stretching her hands out and commanding the **** to pull the discarded robes and clothes of the two Jedi to her hands.

“What are you doing?” Anakin demanded, before Ventress carried the pile of clothes to what looked like a trash chute… and tossed them inside.

“That was my favorite shirt…” Kenobi sighed.

“You’ll live, Kenobi.” Ventress waived him off.

“If any of us are going to live through this… embarrassment, then we need to get moving. Now.” Anakin declared, and begun to make his way down the hall as his dark cloak was all that protected his modesty now. The other two following shortly after, Ventress holding back just a bit to catch a glimpse of the two firm Jedi Knights asses before she caught up…