Female Human

"My name is Seraph Brighthand. I'm a female Human."

"Indeed," he muses, typing the details into the terminal. "And what about your eye color?"

"My eyes are gray."

"And hair color?"

"It's white."

You balance on the balls of your feet as he hums a tune, inputting the last of your information. "Good, good. Now, what about your cup size?"

You blink, then flush red. "I- Excuse me?"

He coughs to clear his throat, his face similarly crimson. "I do apologize, but as I said before, some of the information lost during the outage was personal."

"I didn't realize it would be so... intimate." You shy away a step, averting your gaze. "Or that it was particularly relevant."

He rubs his neck anxiously. "Well, all information on members of the Order is relevant, technically speaking."

You swallow a lump in your throat and **** down the bundle of nerves in your chest. "It's B-cup."

He gives a nod, but doesn't make a sound as he begins to type. Meanwhile, you try your hardest to stand still, focusing your body and mind to keeping a solemn posture.

You are a Jedi. Perhaps not a Knight just yet, but still a Jedi, nonetheless. The teachings and lessons of your masters are embodied in you. Balance. Harmony. Peace-

"Could you please strip now?"

You perform a double-take, stammer, and then almost shout, "What?"

He gripe a datapad tightly and looks around for an appropriate response. "I'll need to take measurements, as well as make a full medical examination."

"I-Isn't there a droid for that?"

He rubs his neck. "I'm afraid our medical units were damaged in the power outage as well. And our engineers have been more focused on repairs at the temple grounds than over here."

"Oh... I-I see...."

You grip the hem of your robe tightly, a sudden sense of self-consciousness overwhelming you. However, you close your eyes and breathe in, then out. Your focus leaves your body and seeks outwards, to the world around you.

There is nothing to fear. Not ****. Not pain. Not nudity. The **** is your ally, and a powerful ally it is.

Steeling yourself, you undo the binding wrapped around your waist, which fastens your robe. Then, you slip off the robe itself, leaving you in your compression bra. Your flush runs down your neck, turning your collar pink as you bend down to slip off your pants. Your feet follow, and then you are left with your undergarments.

Taking a moment, you inhale a breath to cool your nerves. At the same time, you peek at Knight Weller, who is watching in a mostly professional manner. Of course, you meet his gaze for a moment, just after he glances down at your chest, and he quickly looks at his datapad.

Tentatively, you reach behind you and, after a bit of fiddling, unclasp your compression bra. There's a moment of relief as you breathe in, followed by the immediate recognition that you're not alone. Swallowing hard, you set your bra on the pile of clothes you've set down on a crate beside you. Then, you hook your thumbs in the band of your briefs and pull them down, revealing your womanhood, a neatly trimmed strip of white sitting above it.

You shift in place for a moment as he studies your figure. Then, after tapping on his datapad for a second, he speaks up, "If I overstep any boundaries, please do not refrain from warning me."

You'd long past overstepped personal boundaries. However, he was a Jedi knight, and so far he'd acted without harmful intent.

So, with that in mind, you give a solemn nod. "Yes, master."

He inhales deeply, then begins his examination of your body. Using his datapad, he runs scans over your figure as he documents your measurements. At the same time, he takes brief moments to observe you with his eyes alone, seemingly fact checking the information. You might be imagining things, but he seems to linger on your breasts and pelvis for a second longer.

However, he does not remain stationary for long, stepping around behind you to study your back. The entire time, you can feel the heat of his breath on your skin, and it raises goosebumps across it. There is a moment where he exhales and a puff of air washes over your backside. His gaze is certainly on your rear cheeks, as a second breath blows over them a moment later.

A flush ebbs down your face again, even hotter than before. "A-Are you finished, master?"

He does not answer immediately as he grunts while pushing himself up. "Yes, I do believe I have your measurements now."

You breathe in relief, then watch as he crosses over to a cabinet on the wall, marked with the galactic insignia for medical care.

Of course, he still needed to perform the medical exam.

"Now, please, remain still." He slips on a pair of gloves and leaves a device next to his datapad on the crate. "Once again, if you feel I've overstepped any boundaries, please warn me."

You nod, swallowing as an unfamiliar ball of energy sizzles in the pit of your stomach. It's akin to the thrill you experience when you spar, the sudden buzz of excitement that pushes you to fight harder and faster. Yet, it does not surge through you like a rush of energy, but remains within you, as if waiting for something-

A gasp escapes you as Knight Weller cups your breasts, caressing them from the front. You watch in abject shock and wonder as he gives them a light squeeze, eliciting a quiet coo out of you.

You bite your tongue just as he looks up.

"Is something wrong, padawan?"

"No, master!"

He arches an eyebrow, but chooses to ignore the crack in your voice. His palms brush your nipples, both pebble-hard, as he moves his hands to hold your breasts from beneath. Without a word, he lifts them, and then lowers them.

"They are indeed B-cup."

You so desperately want to put a voice to the ball of energy that has seemingly erupted inside of you, to let it out. To give it an escape. It's as if it were burst like a bubble- No, as if it'd freed itself from a cage, a prison. It feels hot now, almost like molten durasteel that drips and ebbs its way down south to your womanhood.

You rub your thighs as Knight Weller circles around you.

A breath gets caught in your throat as he cups your breasts again, this time from behind. He gives them another squeeze, this one a little harder. A light mewl escapes you again, but he makes no comment.

There's a slickness between your legs. Sweat? No, it doesn't run, it almost... leaks? Oh, ****!

Your time in sex ed, marked by memories of immaturity and an ignorance for the lessons of the body, rush back to you, and a whole new tidal wave of shame crashes down on you. Why did this have to happen to you?

You pray Knight Weller does not notice. You can only handle so much embarrassment at this point-

You squeak as gloved hands grab your rear, squeezing your cheeks.

"Firm." Knight Weller lifts them a bit. "Your training has paid off."

"Th-Thank you, master- Ahh!"

You can't help the soft cry as he pulls them apart, revealing your back entrance.

"No pubic hair?"

"I-I like to keep myself extra hygienic down there."

"How vigilant of you." He lets go of your buttocks and stands up, slipping off his gloves. "The smallest acts of discipline build the foundations for vigilance. I see great things for you in the future."

You'd blush, but all of your blood is already heated under your cheeks. You're, uh, upper cheeks.

"Now, I'll only need to take your temperature."

Oh, thank the ****.

"Unfortunately, it seems they've supplied us with, well... non-oral instruments."

You tilt your head as he holds up the device from earlier. It was shaped like a small, toy blaster. Except, it was certainly a scientific instrument, a small display screen on its side and another on its back, both lit with numerical and graphical readouts. The only other difference to mark it as such as a blunt, cone-shaped head where a barrel would be.

"That's supposed to take my temperature?" You eye it, then look to Knight Weller. "How?"

He said non-orally. How else could he-... wait.

"If you could please... um, bend over the crate with your belongings on it." He handled the rectal thermometer anxiously. "This should only take a second... perhaps a bit longer, but it should be a short process."

You stare at the medical instrument in abject dread. There's a sinking feeling in your chest, and you can't help but try and weasel your way out of this. "A-Are you certain we can't take the test at the temple? I'm sure they have functioning droids and better equipment."

He looks at you, then hums to himself for a moment. Then, however, he shakes his head. "I'm afraid we'll need the information now. Protocol is rather strict when it comes to these things."

You curse inwardly, then try to find another way out of this. There is none, though. You came here to become a Jedi, a fully-fledged member of the Order. You've trained for years, endured the trials, and worked to impress your masters. Now, all that stands between you and your destiny is... a medical exam....

"V-Very well, master." You swallow. Hard. Then, you turn and step over to the crate topped by your belongings. "Is-" You pause to wet your dry lips. "Is there anything else you need me to do?"

He hums again. "Well... yes, actually. Could you hold one of your cheeks aside? I'll need to handle the thermometer with one hand and use the other to, well...."

You nod silently and lay an arm beneath you to prop yourself up. Then, reaching back, your grasp a cheek in your hand and pull it back as he grabs the other to do the same.

"Now, the instrument is already lubricated. Though, the experience may still be unpleasant. If you feel uncomfortable, please-"

"Warn you?" They'd gone far past unpleasant. "I think I'll be fine, master."

There was a strength in your voice, a kind of confidence you didn't know you had. The tone you'd used was almost teasing, as if egging him to dare to do it- No, as if taunting him to give you want you want-

"Ahh!" You arch your back as he presses the thermometer's head into your backdoor. "I-I'm fine!"

Knight Weller doesn't answer, but instead pushes the device deeper into you. It rubs against your colon walls, inciting strange, never-before-felt feelings out of the depths of your being. A part of your brain recognizes the presence of a foreign object in your ass, but the rest is alight with sparking sensations that shoot southward to your groin.

There are fireworks down there, and they're reaching the climax of the show.

"Knight Weller!" The arm you prop yourself up with twists and you grab one of your breasts, squeezing it. "Please!"

"Oh!" He sounds alarmed. "Only a second more, padawan!"

You don't want a second. You want more. That sizzling ball of energy has sprung free and traveled to your womanhood, nestling itself deep into your being as it sets off sparks, veritable explosions of pleasure that blast tremors through your body.

Yet, every boom and bang are drawn into a void. A hungering gap between desire and fulfillment. It's an emptiness you've never felt, a hollowness that needs to be filled. You need to be filled!

A shrill beep fills the air and Knight Weller quickly pulls the rectal thermometer out of you. As he steps back to observe the results, you grab the crate and shriek as the sudden act shoots a proton torpedo straight to your core.

You're barely aware of one hand squeezing your breast while the other shoots down to your crotch. Fingers fumble with your nether lips and push into you, penetrating your being.

The world goes bright in an instant, and stars twinkle in your vision. Everything is numb as you float in the moment. It's close to when you meditate, when the world slips away and you hang in the air, edging close to balance and harmony with the universe itself. However, this feeling, it isn't edging, it's far beyond the edge.

It feels like you skyrocketed high up into heaven and you can't stop the ride as the rocket buries itself deep into you, spurting pure ecstasy into your being.

"Padawan?"

Your fingers grip the crate tightly as your body begins to calm down. The tremors and quakes that took hold of you seem to subside, and you find yourself on your knees, body pressed tightly to a corner of the crate.

You stare at your clothes on top of the container, than glance at Knight Weller. He stands at the terminal now, his datapad and rectal thermometer with him. He must have input the information while you were... dealing with whatever that was.

You glance back at your clothes, then at yourself. You're sweating, your skin practically coated in a sheen. You try to stand, but your legs are numb to the touch. And your groin....

You flush red and dare not face Knight Weller. "C-Could I have some privacy while I dress?"

"Yes, of course."

He quickly leaves and ths door shuts behind him. As soon as it does, you push yourself away from the crate and stare at your crotch. Your womanhood is glistening, prqctically- no, literally dripping!

"I-... Did I... I just...."

You just had your first orgasm... By the ****....

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"You can come in now!"

You lean against the crate, legs crossed and head bowed, as Knight Weller returns. He comes to stand before you, his hands clasped together.

"Once again, I do apologize if any part of the examination was invasive."

"It was alright." You rub your neck, and your thighs. "Besides, a Jedi must be willing to do anything if it serves the needs of others, right?"

You give a coy smile as he chuckles and rubs his chin. "I suppose, but we, as Jedi, must know when our service is needed and when it is not."

Apparently, it was needed now, because in that moment, his holocom rang.

"Strange." He furrowed his brow and answered the call. "I'm getting an emergency signal-"

"-under attack!" The holocom of a robed Bith appeared, wielding a practice saber as he fended off an unseen assailant. "Repeat, under attack! Flesh Raiders are invading the Padawan Training Grounds! They have blasters! Send help!"

You both stare as the transmission cuts out. Then, however, Knight Weller lowers his holocom and muses, "Flesh Raiders? Armed with blasters? He must be mistaken!"

His face isn't confident, the shadow of doubt crossing it.

"What are these things?" You step forward, leaving behind recent, humiliating events. "Animals?"

He explains that they are a species of hostile natives. They're prone to **** and intelligent enough to wield primitive weaponry. They'd attacked before, coming in waves and raiding parties. There was no true logic to their assaults, only primal blood lust and a desire for anything shiny.

"So, what do we do?" You cross your arms and watch him hurry over to the terminal.

"I'm sending every able-bodied Jedi down to the Padawan Training Grounds right away—especially you!"

You nod and listen as he directs you down towards the landing pads. There will be a shuttle to take you where you need to go, and once there, you should find out if they really are using advanced weaponry.