Fight Back

Anakin stared at his own body through the eyes of his wife, and clenched his fists.

“Return our bodies at once!” Anakin roared through Padmes voice.

“Or what, my darling?” Anakins doppelganger challenged back.

“Or we’ll just have to take them back in a bruised condition.” Anakin spat back as Padme.

“Are you so sure you can win in those new bodies of yours? There’s much better ways to give them a workout you know.” Obi-Wans doppelganger replied now, smirking and stroking his beard much the way the real Obi-Wan often would.

Obi-Wan pouted with Satines face and entered into a fighting stance.

“You may have our appearance, but we still have our skills.” Obi-Wan countered with Satines stern and mature voice. Anakin grounded himself and entered a battle ready stance as well.

“Your skills maybe…” The Obi-Wan Doppelganger replied as he reached down to his belt, his fingers wrapping around the metal handle of an all too familiar tool.

“But not your weapons.” Anakins Doppelganger added as he drew his own Saber as well, igniting in unison with the other doppelganger to form two pillars of bright blue light between them.

Anakin and Obi-Wan grimaced, taking a step back to keep distance as the two doppelgängers started to approach.

“This is not good.” Obi-Wan stated in Satines worried tone.

“At least you still have your grasp of the obvious Master…” Anakin replied in Padmes tired tone.

The two Doppelgängers stepped towards the Jedi slowly, before suddenly lunging forward and slashing at the pair of Jedi with their blue blades. Both Jedi leaped back, the floor being scorched as the two Lightsabers slashed against it in place of where they had been…

Anakin planted his feet, and then thrusted his hand forward. They may not have their weapons, but they still had command over the ****. Or so he thought, but nothing happened despite Anakins concentration and will, his hand just sat in front of him. His doppelgänger grinned.

“Oh sorry my Lady, I’m afraid we have your powers too.” Anakins own voice mocked him before lifting his hand and Anakin gasped out in Padmes voice as he was launched back by a powerful **** push. They even had their command of the ****?!

Anakin struck the ground and rolled, quickly squatting and pushing up to regain their posture. Things just got worse, much worse…

Off to the side Obi-Wan wasn’t fairing much better, trying to stay out of range of his own Lightsaber as his Doppelgänger swung it in wide sweeps. But without a weapon of his own, and without the ****, he was having trouble counter attacking.

“Come here, Satine, I have something you’ll want to see.” Obi-Wans voice taunted from the Doppelganger, and a small growl escaped from Satines mouth originating from the real Obi-Wan.

“I’m afraid I’m not my type it seems.” Obi-Wan snarked in Satines voice.

“Not with that attitude. But don’t worry, you’ll see the light soon enough.” Obi-Wans doppelganger snarked back, letting his saber lower at his side as his hand raised instead with the fingers slightly bent in a grip.

Obi-Wan felt the air around him seem to squeeze, wrapping around him the **** was commanded by his imposter to grip him, pushing his arms together before the imposter pulled Obi-Wan towards him.

“‘Master!” Anakin called out in Padmes voice before he too felt the air grip around him, and could only look over as his own imposter seemed to have picked up on what his partner was doing. Anakin grimaced but it quickly morphed into a gasp as he felt himself propelled through the air towards his doppelganger. When he arrived, he was **** down his knees, unable to move anything but his neck, looking over at Obi-Wan in a similar position in front of his own body.

“Now now. That’s enough of that. Let’s get to the real fun…” Anakins imposter spoke, smirking down at the kneeling Anakin trapped in Padmes body. He watched as his own gloved hand reached down to his belt, pulling at it to loosen his robes, before pulling out something far more horrifying that Anakins Lightsaber.

Anakin looked up through Padmes eyes as they were shadowed by the shaft of his 9 inch cock waving before him.

To the side, Obi-Wans imposter was presenting his own 8 inch cock to the face of Satine that the real Obi-Wan was trapped behind.

“Open wide, Jedi’s.” Anakins imposter demanded with a wide smirk.