Strip

“You’re mine now, little Togruta,” the man growled, his grip tightening around her arm as he dragged her through the shadows. Ahsoka’s heart pounded, her breaths shallow and uneven. The air was thick with the scent of stale sweat and something metallic, and the dim light cast eerie patterns on the walls. She stumbled, her legs still weak from the auction, but the man yanked her upright with a brutal jerk.

“Keep moving,” he snapped, his voice low and dangerous. Ahsoka’s mind raced, her thoughts a chaotic swirl of fear and determination. She had to find a way out, but her body felt heavy, her spirit weighed down by the humiliation she’d just endured.

The man paused at a door, his free hand fumbling with a keycard. The lock clicked, and he shoved her inside. The room was small, illuminated by a single, flickering light. A bed dominated the space, its sheets rumpled and stained. Ahsoka’s stomach churned at the sight.

“Strip,” the man commanded, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. Ahsoka hesitated, her eyes darting around the room, searching for any means of escape. The man’s hand shot out, grabbing her chin and forcing her to meet his gaze.

“I said strip,” he repeated, his tone leaving no room for argument. Ahsoka’s hands trembled as she reached for the tunic that barely covered her. She pulled it over her head, her body exposed once more. The man’s eyes roamed over her, and a cruel smile twisted his lips.

“Good,” he murmured, stepping closer. Ahsoka flinched as he reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her lekku. She wanted to pull away, to scream, but the memory of the auction platform and the crowd’s leering faces kept her frozen in place.

“You’re going to learn obedience,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll beg for my touch.”

Ahsoka’s jaw clenched, her fists tightening at her sides. She would not beg. She would not break. But as the man pushed her onto the bed, his weight settling over her, doubt crept into her mind. Could she really survive this? Could she escape?

Hours earlier, Ahsoka had been in a different kind of hell. The auction house was a nightmare come to life, a place where the worst of the galaxy gathered to indulge their darkest desires. She’d been dragged through the corridors, her body aching from the rough treatment of the guards. The sound of the crowd had filled her with dread, and when she’d been **** onto the platform, her fear had only intensified.

The auctioneer’s words had cut through her like a blade, each syllable a reminder of how powerless she was. The crowd’s cheers and jeers had echoed in her ears as she’d been stripped bare, her body exposed for all to see. The humiliation had been unbearable, but it was the sensory probe that had truly broken her. The cold metal, the vibrations, the overwhelming pleasure—it had all been too much. She’d come apart in front of them, her body betraying her in the worst possible way.

And now, here she was, at the mercy of the man who’d purchased her. His hands were rough as they explored her body, his touch eliciting a mix of revulsion and unwanted pleasure. Ahsoka’s mind raced, searching for a way to turn the tables. She couldn’t let this happen. She couldn’t let him win.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling. The man paused, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at her.

“What did you say?” he asked, his tone mocking.

“Please,” Ahsoka repeated, her voice stronger this time. “Let me… let me please you.”

The man’s smile widened, and he leaned back, giving her room to move. “Go on then,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “Show me what you can do.”

Ahsoka’s heart raced as she sat up, her mind working quickly. She had to make this look convincing, had to lull him into a false sense of security. She reached out, her hands trembling as she undid the fastenings of his pants. The man’s breathing quickened, his eyes dark with anticipation.

As she took him into her mouth, Ahsoka’s mind was focused on one thing—escape. She had to keep him distracted, had to find a way to turn this situation to her advantage. The man’s groans filled the room, his hands tangling in her lekku as he urged her on.

Ahsoka’s heart pounded as she worked, her mind racing. She could feel the tension building in him, feel the moment of vulnerability that would come when he was lost in pleasure. She had to be ready. She had to strike.

The man’s grip tightened, his hips thrusting forward as he approached the edge. Ahsoka’s eyes flicked up, catching a glimpse of the keycard on the nightstand. Her heart leapt. This was her chance.

As the man let out a guttural moan, his body tensing, Ahsoka moved. Her hand shot out, grabbing the keycard. The man’s eyes flew open, his expression shifting from ecstasy to fury.

“You little—” he began, but Ahsoka was already moving. She slammed her knee into his groin, sending him crashing to the floor with a pained grunt. She scrambled off the bed, her heart pounding as she raced for the door.

The man cursed behind her, his voice filled with rage, but Ahsoka didn’t look back. She swiped the keycard, the lock clicking open. She threw the door open, her body trembling with adrenaline as she sprinted down the corridor.

The sound of footsteps echoed behind her, the man’s enraged shouts filling the air. Ahsoka’s mind raced, her breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. She had to find a way out, had to escape before he caught her.

The corridor twisted and turned, the walls closing in around her. Ahsoka’s legs burned, her body pushed to its limits. She could hear the man gaining on her, his voice growing louder with each step.

“You can’t escape me!” he roared, his voice filled with madness.

Ahsoka’s heart pounded, her mind spiraling with fear. She had to keep going. She had to find a way out. But as she rounded the corner, her heart sank. The corridor ended in a dead end.

Ahsoka’s breath caught in her throat as she turned, her back pressed against the wall. The man emerged from the shadows, his eyes blazing with fury. He stepped closer, his lips curled into a cruel smile.

“Nowhere to run, little Togruta,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Ahsoka’s mind raced, her heart pounding in her chest. She had to think of something, had to find a way to survive. But as the man reached out, his hand closing around her throat, the world seemed to narrow to a single, terrifying point.

She was trapped, and there was no way out. Or was there?