Help Ahsoka

Anakin groaned in frustration as he weighed his options, but the choice was obvious. Aayla and Obi Wan were both Jedi Knights and could handle themselves, and Anakin needed to save his apprentice.

With a surge of **** energy flowing into his body and then concentrated into his legs, Skywalker lept into the air with a summersault to bypass the rows of cloaked women and clones to get right up to Ahsoka.

"Master!" Ahsoka called out as the clones shifted to acknowledge the sudden approach of their General.

"Let her go Rex! That's an order!" Anakin commanded with his saber swung back and ready to return forward with a mighty swing if need be.

"General... I'm sorry... but the Goddess commands it..." Rex managed to mutter out as his hand took a hefty hold of Ahsoka's waiting exposed orange breast, giving it a good squeeze. Besides continuing to explore the Padawan's body, it also made her a more effective shield from Anakin's potential attack.

Goddess? Whatever being this place worshipped must have been controlling the clones! How else would such loyal troopers have turned on their Jedi allies? Anakin didn't have time to analyze, that was more Obi Wan's speed.

"Nnngh!" Ahsoka tried to hold back her moan, but the pleasure was just too much. Nobody had ever touched her like this before, and though she wished to be free, she didn't necessarily feel a desire for it to stop.

-

Off to the side, Obi Wan twirled his saber and prepared to fight the waves of seemingly unarmed cloaked women. That was, until they reached into those same cloaks and pulled out a series of bright glowing light whips that they let fall by their sides and drag along the ground.

“Oh, not good.” Obi Wan commented.

The women smirked as five of them launched a wave of whip strikes against Kenobi, but their attacks were easily repelled. After all, Kenobi was a master of the Soresu Lightsaber Form, and his defense was enough to block 20 strikes a second from the likes of General Grievous. A few whips, while exotic, weren’t going to overwhelm him easily. Unfortunately, there were far more than 20 whips to deal with. Obi Wan would need to maintain his focus if he was to survive...

-

Aayla twisted and tugged with her arms and legs but it was no use, the Clones were much stronger than her and their grip was unbreakable. She tried to brandish her saber, but the clones had already secured her wrist and wrestled it from her grasp. The only thing getting released was the clones bulging cocks from their codpieces and the Jedi’s features as the clones ripped her clothes to shreds.

“Commander! This is your last warning! Release us or I will… Aaahhh!!” Aayla tried to command Bly and the clones even as they restrained her, but she couldn’t contain her moan as she felt Bly’s length rubbing against her pussy lips and slickening the shaft in her juices.

“You’ll what, moan like the slut you are? Sounds good to me.” Bly replied as he loosened his grip and let Aayla be lowered down to the ground. She gasped as gravity claimed her, but before she could recover on the ground the clones were already holding her down once more. She grunted as she kept up her struggle against them, but then gasped out loud as she felt a thick cock head press against her womanhood.

“Bly, no! Not in front of… Ahhhh!!!” Aayla cried out as Commander Bly thrusted inside her waiting pussy with a firm ****, causing Aayla to throw her head and her Lekku back in response to the shocking pleasure. It was further amplified as Bly grabbed a hold of one of her Lekku as they flew back, and pulled on it to make Aayla look back at him.

“You’re not the one giving the orders here, General. Now be a good slut and take my cock.” Bly commanded now as he begun to fuck faster and faster. In front of Aayla another clone knelt down and placed her hand onto his cock before taking a hold of her head and preparing to make use of the Generals mouth.

What is this? What has made Bly so… assertive? And why… Why is my body submitting to him so easily? Aayla thought to herself as the Clones used her.

Why… Why can’t I stop them? Why won’t I stop them? Aayla thought before the clone in front of her took a hold of both her headtails and shoved his cock deep into her throat. The Jedi Knight could do nothing but moan onto the shaft shoving itself down her windpipe while Bly ravaged her pussy. All around her the other clones watched and waited for their turn to ravage their General…

-

Anakin gritted his teeth, growing frustrated at the way his Padawan was being toyed with. He couldn't just sit and watch while the clones stripped her down from her tight fitting outfit and stuffed her full of their cocks. No, he'd rather join in and... Wait...

Anakin shook his head and growled as he lifted his metallic hand and unleashed a wave of power in the form of a **** push. This attack sent Rex and the clones flying back, but Ahsoka merely dropped to the ground once free of Rex's grip.

"Ahsoka!" Anakin called out as he surged forth, kneeling down to be beside his padawan.

"Master... I feel... strange..." Ahsoka muttered.

“Come on Ahsoka, I need you on your feet!” Anakin called out as he took hold of Ahsokas hand, pulling her up so she could stand with him. His strong grip moved her quickly but Anakin could see her stance was wobbly, weak, and uncertain. But he didn’t have time for a diagnosis.

Instead, Anakin turned from Ahsoka and brandished his saber once more to ensure no one would come close to either of them.

-

Kenobi batted away more and more strikes of the whips as he tried to reposition, not wanting to be surrounded and to get closer to where his allies were fighting. It was easier said than done however, dropping his defense even for a moment would invite a sudden strike of a whip. He couldn’t afford to wait, he needed to do something.

Thus, pulling the **** deep within himself, he gathered up the power for a mighty push and unleashed it upon a dozen women blocking his way towards Anakin and Aayla, knocking the women aside and even having some get their cloaks blown clean off to reveal their voluptuous bodies beneath. Although he wanted to admire, Obi Wan quickly darted to try and use the opening he’d created. But then he heard the all too familiar hiss of another lightsaber igniting, and quickly rotated to bring his saber to meet the incoming green blade aimed at him. The two blades clashed and crackled in a bind as Kenobi looked into the eyes of Luminara staring back at him.

“Leaving so soon, Master Kenobi?” Luminara teased.

“What have they done to you Luminara? If you have any control left you have to fight this!” Kenobi pleased with his fellow Jedi Master, but Luminara only chuckled.

“Control? For the first time I have nothing but control now, Master Kenobi. Control over my destiny, my body, my desires… among other things.” Luminara said through her smirk, a practically alien expression on her face to Kenobi. But then, in a swift moment he realized her eyes weren’t looking at him but rather past him.

Kenobi pushed out of the bind and quickly turned to deflect the incoming blows of some of the women’s whips, about three this time. His maneuver was perfect, and all three would be batted aside as easily as the others were.

… Until the whips suddenly shifted in mid air, moving less like swung rope and more like tentacles that wrapped around Kenobis guard rather than deflect off of it.

“What the…” Kenobi managed to mutter before the tentacle like whips whisked past his saber and down to his wrists, wrapping them together right before delivering a painful shock into his body. Kenobi fell to his knees from the pain, before feeling his saber suddenly fly from his grasp and whisk past his head behind him. When he turned, he saw Luminara looking down at him now with her own saber and his ignited in her grip.

He pieced together what had happened quickly. Luminara hadn’t been trying to distract him from the incoming sneak attack, she had been waiting to use the **** to guide them through Kenobi's defense. And her plan had succeeded.

Now, other women were moving in as well and whipping their weapons forward to wrap around Kenobi. Now his arms were bound to his chest with his fists pointed towards his chin, his legs were wrapped individually and **** apart, preventing him from standing. Before he could even protest in any way, another whip wrapped around his head and tightened in his mouth, practically gagging him. The Jedi Master was now helplessly bound on the ground.

“Now, Master Kenobi, there’s no use struggling. Let us help you understand the Goddess’s blessing…” Luminara cooed as all around Kenobi the women and Luminara herself drew closer with a sway of their hips in their step…

-

“Obi-Wan!” Anakin called out as he looked to see his former master being overwhelmed, and also Aayla **** down to her knees with her throat getting shoved full of clone cock. They were supposed to be the capable ones, and yet…

“Master, the others, what do we do?” Ahsoka spoke with uncertainty, trying to stand up straight from being molested by the clones.

Anakin snapped his gaze between the three other Jedi, Obi-Wan getting wrapped up in whips, Aayla getting gangbanged, and Ahsoka weakened and dazed, her lightsaber lost somewhere in the crowd of clone troopers getting back on their feet and standing ready to strike again for their new “Goddess.” This situation was bad. Worse, it was unwinnable.

And it only got worse as Barriss approached the pair of Jedi, her blue saber crossed in front of her, as she smiled at Ahsoka.

“Does it feel good Ahsoka? That’s the Goddess’s power, making you feel all the repressed joys you’ve been denied your entire life. Embrace it. Embrace us.” Barriss spoke as she stepped closer and closer, Ahsoka blushing and crossing her legs together as she felt a needy tremble from her lower region…

“Stay back Barriss! I’m warning you. Do not touch my Padawan.” Anakin growled, keeping his own Saber at the ready in case anyone tried to get too close.

He was running out of time. If Barriss and the clones didn’t overwhelm him then Luminara and the rest of those cult women would. He couldn’t help Obi-Wan or Aayla now… but he might be able to save Ahsoka.

And so, Anakin gripped Ahsokas hand with his own and turned to where he saw another doorway with as few steps as possible to reach. He dragged Ahsoka to run with him, almost yanking her right off her feet before she recovered and started to run with him.

“Ah! Master! Wait! We can’t just leave them!” Ahsoka protested but still ran.

“We don’t have a choice Snips! We’ll save them later, I promise. Now RUN!” Anakin demanded as he ran with her out of the chamber, a retinue of clones and cloaked women in pursuit.

Barriss stepped forward to pursue as well, but a green hand wrapped around her shoulder, and she looked to see Luminara staring at her.

“Patience, Padawan. They’ll be returned to us soon enough. For now, let us tend to the others…” Luminara advised, before smiling and turning Barriss’s gaze back to the two Jedi they still had in their grasp.

“Yes Master, you’re right…” Barriss resigned herself, looking over her shoulder one more time before following Luminara to entertain their guests.