Ahsoka's Auction

The cold metal cuffs bit into Ahsoka’s wrists as she was dragged down the dimly lit corridor. Her lekku swayed with each step, the weight of exhaustion pulling at her body. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and desperation, and the low hum of machinery echoed through the walls. She struggled against the restraints, but the clinking of chains only reminded her of how powerless she was.

“Move it,” the guard growled, yanking her forward. Ahsoka stumbled, her bare feet scraping against the rough floor. She wore nothing but a thin, tattered tunic that barely covered her, leaving her feeling **** and exposed. The guards flanked her, their expressions unreadable behind their masks. Ahead, she could hear the murmur of a crowd, and her stomach churned with dread.

They reached a heavy set of double doors, and the guards shoved her through. The room beyond was a cacophony of voices, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. The air was thick with the scent of exotic perfumes and the faint tang of ****. Ahsoka’s eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. The room was filled with figures of all shapes and sizes, their faces obscured by masks or shadows. They were gathered around a raised platform, their attention focused on the auctioneer who stood in the center, his voice booming over the crowd.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the auctioneer announced, his voice dripping with false charm. “Tonight, we have a rare treat for you. A young Togruta, barely eighteen, with all the fire and spirit you could ever desire. She’s been trained to obey, but we all know the real fun is in breaking her.”

Ahsoka’s heart raced as she was led onto the platform. The auctioneer’s words sent a chill down her spine, and she clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She tried to focus, to think of a way out, but the guards’ grip was ironclad.

“Let’s see what we’re working with,” the auctioneer said, turning to her with a sly grin. He grabbed the hem of her tunic and yanked it off, leaving her completely exposed. The crowd erupted into cheers and whistles, their eyes hungrily devouring her naked form. Ahsoka’s face burned with humiliation, and she turned her head away, trying to block out the leering faces.

The auctioneer stepped back, appraising her with a critical eye. “As you can see, she’s in perfect condition. Smooth skin, firm body, and those lekku are a real treat. But don’t take my word for it—let’s give her a little test run.”

He snapped his fingers, and two more guards approached, carrying a large, ominous-looking crate. They set it down on the platform and opened it, revealing an array of twisted metal and leather. Ahsoka’s breath caught in her throat as she recognized the contents—sex toys, restraints, and other instruments of pleasure and pain.

The auctioneer selected a long, thin rod and held it up for the crowd to see. “This, my friends, is a sensory probe. It’s designed to stimulate every nerve ending, reducing even the strongest will to a quivering mess. Let’s see how our little Togruta handles it.”

Ahsoka’s eyes widened in fear as the guards **** her onto her hands and knees. They secured her wrists and ankles to metal rings embedded in the platform, leaving her completely spread and ****. The auctioneer stepped behind her, the probe in hand, and the crowd leaned forward, eager for the show to begin.

She felt the cold tip of the probe press against her entrance, and she let out a gasp. The auctioneer pushed it in slowly, the sharp, unyielding metal stretching her. Ahsoka bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape. The probe went deeper, hitting a spot that sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. Despite her fear and anger, she couldn’t deny the heat that began to build within her.

The auctioneer twisted the probe, and Ahsoka’s back arched as a wave of sensation washed over her. Her breaths came in short, shallow gasps, and she could feel the wetness gathering between her legs. The crowd cheered and jeered, their voices blending into a deafening roar.

“Look at that,” the auctioneer said with a laugh. “She’s already squirming. Let’s give her a little more.”

He pressed a button on the probe, and it began to vibrate, the intensity increasing with each passing second. Ahsoka’s body convulsed as the vibrations sent shockwaves of pleasure through her. She tried to fight it, to hold back, but the sensations were too overwhelming. Her hips rocked against the probe, and she felt herself on the edge of something she couldn’t control.

The auctioneer leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. “Go ahead, little Togruta. Let them see what you’re made of.”

Ahsoka’s eyes rolled back as the pressure inside her burst, and she came with a loud, uncontrollable scream. Her body trembled as the waves of pleasure crashed over her, and she felt the warmth of her release wetting the platform beneath her. The crowd erupted into applause, their cheers echoing in her ears.

The auctioneer pulled the probe out, and Ahsoka collapsed onto the platform, her body spent. He turned to the crowd, a triumphant smile on his face. “Well, there you have it. She’s a squirter, and she’s got plenty of fight left in her. Who’s ready to take her home?”

The bids came fast and furious, the numbers climbing higher and higher. Ahsoka’s mind was a haze of exhaustion and humiliation, but she couldn’t shake the fear of what awaited her once the auction was over.

The auctioneer’s voice boomed over the crowd. “Going once… going twice…”

Ahsoka’s heart pounded as the final bid was announced. She was lifted from the platform, her body limp and unresponsive, and handed over to her new owner. The man’s grip was firm, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, “You’re mine now, little Togruta. I’m going to enjoy breaking you.”

As he dragged her away from the stage, Ahsoka’s mind raced, searching for a way out. But deep down, she knew that her fight was far from over. No matter what horrors awaited her, she would find a way to escape, to reclaim her freedom.

She just had to survive long enough to make it happen.