Wars

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

**** WARS

Episode 1

A NEW THREAT

The Clone Wars rages on!

The Galactic Republic is at war on two different fronts: an open galactic conflict against the evil Separatist Alliance, and the devious, crafty underworld of the Hutt cartels.

On a mission to the lower districts of Coruscant, Ahsoka Tano and her master, Jedi General Anakin Skywalker, uncover a massive intergalactic **** trafficking ring. After a fierce battle with the gangsters involved, they rescued dozens of women that have never been seen anywhere in the galaxy.

A blue woman claiming to be one of the ‘Asari’ explained to the Jedi that she and the other women were extracted from their worlds and taken to the tropical planet of Gamorr, who recently had a massive rebellion on their planet, overthrowing the matriarchal leadership and establishing a hyper-patriarchal **** society. According to the other rescued women, the Gamorreans have been establishing business deals with the Separatists and the Hutts, trading exotic girls from different far away places for weapons and ships.

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Pulled in multiple directions by the threats facing the Republic, the Jedi send Ahsoka and a small squadron of Clone troopers to Gamorr in an attempt to negotiate with the new male-leadership of the planet…

“We’re approaching the planet, Commander Tano.”

The young orange-skinned apprentice adjusted her lekku, her eyes narrowing as the lush, green orb of Gamorr filled the viewport of the Republic shuttle. She felt the weight of the mission pressing against her as their ship drew closer to the planet.

“Any word from the surface, Rex?” Ahsoka asked, turning to the battle-hardened clone trooper standing at her side.

Captain Rex, his helmet tucked under one arm, shook his head. “Nothing yet, sir. The Gamorreans aren’t exactly known for their hospitality. If they’re dealing with the Seppies and the Hutts, they’ll be on edge. We should expect a rough welcome.”

Ahsoka nodded, her mind racing. The blue woman’s story had haunted her since Coruscant. A species from beyond the known galaxy, ripped from their homes and sold like chattel—it was a grim reminder of the Republic’s fraying edges. The Gamorreans’ rebellion, overthrowing their matriarchal clans for a male-dominated **** society, only complicated things further. If the Separatists were arming them, this wasn’t just a humanitarian crisis; it was a potential powder keg for the war.

Lost in thought, she started hearing squeamish pig noises coming from over the intercom. The Gammoreans were attempting to communicate with the ship.

Calling on the droid they brought along with them, the robotic assistant walked near the intercom to communicate with the planet. Her sharp eyes darted to the protocol droid, who shuffled forward with a mix of anxiety and precision. The droid’s photoreceptors blinked rapidly as he interfaced with the intercom, translating the Gamorreans’ language.

The droid’s voice tinged with unease. “The Gamorreans are asking if we have any… females on board.”

Ahsoka’s eyes widened, a flash of anger crossing her face as the protocol droid’s words sank in. The Gamorreans’ audacity was as bold as it was repulsive, and their question confirmed the worst of what she’d feared about their new regime. Her hand instinctively twitched toward her lightsabers, but she **** herself to stay calm, her Jedi training anchoring her in the face of provocation.

“Females?” she repeated, her voice low and edged with steel. “Clarify that they’re addressing a Republic envoy, not a slaver’s barge. Tell them we’re here to negotiate the release of their captives, not to add to their collection.”

The droid’s photoreceptors flickered, understanding the command. He leaned toward the intercom, emitting a series of halting grunts and squeals. The response from the Gamorreans was a cacophony of guttural snarls, laced with what sounded like mocking laughter.

The droid turned back to Ahsoka. “It seems that the Gamorreans are asking to speak to the “man” in charge.”

Ahsoka’s jaw tightened, her face twitching with barely concealed irritation. The Gamorreans’ brazen sexism was not just an insult but a calculated move to undermine her authority. Their mocking demand to speak to the “man” in charge was a clear jab at her leadership—and the Republic’s values. She felt the eyes of Rex and the clone troopers on her, their tension palpable. This was a pivotal moment, and she needed to assert control without escalating into ****.

“Inform the Gamorreans that I am the commander of this mission, appointed by the Jedi Order and the Galactic Republic. If they want to talk, they’ll deal with me. No one else. And if they keep wasting our time with games, they’ll find out just how serious the Republic is about ending their **** trade.”

He turned back to the intercom, translating her words into a series of firm grunts and squeals. Then, there was silence over the communicator for what seemed like an eternity.

The orange Jedi sighed. “Alright, I guess we’re going to have to-”

Suddenly, the ship started to shake violently, knocking all the passengers to the ground on board. Ahsoka quickly got back to her feet, with the clones following suit.

“They’re firing at us!” one of the clones yelled.

Ahsoka’s heart surged as the shuttle rocked again, the screech of blaster cannons echoing through the hull. Sparks flew from a nearby console, and the acrid smell of scorched wiring filled the air. Her sharp senses caught the chaos unfolding—Gamorrean anti-air defenses, crude but effective, were targeting them. The silence over the communicator hadn’t been indecision; it was a prelude to an ambush.

“Pilot, evasive maneuvers!” Ahsoka shouted, steadying herself against a bulkhead. “Shields up, full power!”

The clone pilot wrestled with the controls as the shuttle lurched, narrowly dodging another salvo. “Shields at seventy percent, Commander! They’ve got us pinned from the surface!”

Captain Rex, already on his feet, slammed his helmet on and barked orders. “Gunners, return fire! Target their cannons, but keep it precise—we don’t want to escalate this into a full-scale war!”

“Get back on the intercom!” Ahsoka ordered the droid, her voice cutting through the chaos. “Demand to know why they’re firing on a diplomatic envoy!”

The protocol droid, sprawled on the deck, scrambled to his feet, his servos whirring. “Commander, I’m not sure they’ll listen—”

Another jolt made him jump, the anti-air defenses of the planet successfully blasting the ship out of space.

The clone pilot frantically pressed an array of buttons in the cockpit. “WE’RE GOING DOWN! WE’RE GOING DOWN!”

The shuttle spiraled through Gamorr’s humid atmosphere, smoke trailing from its battered hull as the clone pilot’s **** shouts echoed. Ahsoka braced herself against the bulkhead, her **** senses sharp despite the chaos as the ship was plummeting toward the jungle below.

“Pilot, stabilize us!” Ahsoka yelled, her voice cutting through the blaring alarms. “Aim for a clearing—anywhere we can land!”

“I’m trying, Commander!” the pilot grunted, wrestling with the controls. “Engines are at thirty percent—brace for impact!”

Rex grabbed the droid, who was flailing in panic, and shouted to the squad. “Clones, secure yourselves! This is gonna be rough!”

As Ahsoka was about to shout out another command, a third anti-air blast hit the ship. Everything went quiet as Ahsoka’s vision faded to black.

The first thing Ahsoka felt upon waking up from her **** state was how cold the air was. She attempted to move her arms, but found herself hearing deep, guttural grunts on each side of her body. When she moved her head down, she found her entire body completely stark naked, save for a tight metal collar constricting her neck.

Ahsoka’s senses snapped into focus, the cold air biting her skin as her training kicked in despite the disorientation. The tight metal collar around her neck pulsed faintly, likely a restraining device, and her arms were pinned by the massive, clammy hands of two Gamorrean guards flanking her. Their guttural grunts filled the air, accompanied by the stench of sweat and damp stone. Her lightsabers were gone, and her stark vulnerability sent a surge of adrenaline through her. But she was a Jedi—panic was not an option.

She **** her breathing to steady, scanning her surroundings. She was in a dimly lit chamber, its walls carved from rough stone and adorned with crude trophies—bones, weapons, and chains. All around her she heard the chortling and laughter coming from other Gamorrean men of all shapes and sizes. The most horrifying part of the scene for her was the fact that like her, all of them were naked.

A large, dark-green skinned Gamorrean walked through the crowd in the chamber, standing a few feet taller than the rest of his kin. The large creature snorted at Ahsoka, who was finally let go by the guards, only for a metal chain leash carried by another guard to pull her back to the ground.

Thinking fast, she immediately attempted to use the **** to push all of the males surrounding her away, but nothing happened when she extended her hand out. She tried again and again to do so, but got a sharp electric shock coursing through her whole body as the Gamorreans laughed at her pain and suffering.

“What the…”

Ahsoka felt a burn on one of the cheeks of her rear end, a set of magical runes lighting up as she rubbed where the pain emanated from.

The Gamorreans continued laughing at Ahsoka, and she could start to see some of their disgusting, unwashed members start to rise up in her direction.

Ahsoka’s mind sharpened despite the searing pain and humiliation, her Jedi discipline anchoring her against the rising tide of disgust and fear. The electric shock from the collar and the burning runes on her skin confirmed her worst suspicions: the Gamorreans weren’t just using crude technology to restrain her—they’d somehow tapped into a darker, more arcane method to suppress her **** abilities. The runes, glowing faintly, pulsed with an unnatural energy she didn’t recognize, possibly a relic of ancient Gamorrean rituals or something supplied by their Separatist or Hutt allies. Her vulnerability was absolute, but she refused to let it break her.

The dark-green pigman loomed over her, his tusked maw curling into a sadistic grin as he snorted. The chain leash yanked her forward, the metal biting into her neck, and the surrounding Gamorreans’ laughter grew louder, their grotesque arousal adding a new layer of horror. Ahsoka’s stomach churned, but she **** herself to focus, her eyes scanning for any advantage. Her lightsabers were gone, her **** powers blocked, and her body exposed, but her mind was still her greatest weapon.

The chamber was a pit of depravity, its stone walls echoing with the Gamorreans’ guttural jeers. Crude torches cast flickering shadows, illuminating the trophies of bones and chains—and, to her left, a pile of salvaged tech, including what looked like her lightsabers, glinting faintly in the dim light. If she could reach them, she might turn the tide. But first, she needed to survive the leader and his mob.

The warlord barked something, and all of a sudden, a human male was thrown into the center of the room by some of the other guards in front of Ahsoka.

It was Rex. He was alive.

“Rex! You made it out-”

Ahsoka’s sentence was cut short by another shock from her collar. As she reeled from the pain, Rex attempted to fight off the Gamorrean guards, only to get knocked down by a sharp hit of the butt of an axe, grunting in pain as the leader motioned towards another one of his men.

A guard walked to Rex with a strange looking syringe-like object, a green liquid dripping out of the tip of the tool. A couple of other green-skinned beasts held the clone captain in place as he thrashed his head around, screaming at the Gamorreans to let him go.

Holding his head in place, the male with the syringe injected Rex’s neck with the strange substance.

“GAAAAH!”

The guards let Rex go as he kneeled to the floor, rubbing where his neck was injected. Before he could have a second to react to the pain of the injection, a loud warcry that sounded identical to the Gamorreans' own filled the room, making Rex and Ahsoka both cover their ears in pain.

The Jedi’s eyes clenched tight as the sound continued, before she starting hearing guttural sounds come from Rex as he writhed on the ground in pain, green foam pouring from his mouth as his body began mutating, his skin becoming green, his height increasing and small horns sprouting out of his head.

She opened her eyes to see her loyal friend twisting into something monstrous. The chamber erupted in raucous cheers from the Gamorreans, their jeers echoing off the walls as Rex’s transformation accelerated.

His skin, now a sickly green, bulged with unnatural muscle, and his eyes, once sharp and human, glazed over with a feral glint. Small tusks pushed through his jaw, and his hands clawed at the ground, leaving scratches in the stone. The most horrifying thing about Rex was the massive, girthy penis that hung between his legs, pulsating with anticipation as he looked at Ahsoka’s body.

Rex had turned into a Gamorrean, and now he stared lustfully at Ahsoka, along with the other dozens of grotesque pig men in the room.

Before she could react, her leash was yanked by the guard, pulling her to the direction of Rex. The newly transformed monster grabbed her body and sharply thrusted his member into her cunt, the hot sensation of the penis violating her insides making Ahsoka scream as the other men in the room laughed and began pleasuring themselves to the sight.

Rex picked Ahsoka off the ground as his cock filled her body, pulling her form off of his length and aggressively dropping her back onto his dick. Ahsoka felt the air leave her lungs as the massive meat shaft violated her, the thick cockhead pressing against her cervix. Rex was an animal, his instincts reduced to the most base urges, and he was taking what he wanted.

The Jedi gasped for air, struggling to process the shock of the violation, but the thrusts came faster, Rex pounding her hard. Her body bounced with each thrust, the sensation of the thick shaft scraping her inner walls overwhelming. She fought for control, forcing herself to focus on the details of the situation. The magic from the collar and the runes had taken her **** powers, and whatever the injection had done to Rex had amplified his aggression and lust. This wasn’t the clone captain, her battle-tested ally—this was a feral monster.

But, the mutation had also made him bigger, his strength amplified, his cock thick and hard, and Ahsoka had little doubt that this new beast could do real damage. And his transformation seemed to have stripped away any semblance of restraint, his desire turning to pure savagery.

Rex, still fucking her, leaned in and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his body. Ahsoka could feel the heat of his flesh against hers, the throbbing length of his cock filling her tight hole, the sensation of him claiming her body.

She was his plaything now, a receptacle for his lust. And as much as she wanted to resist, the power of his desire overwhelmed her. Her mind clouded, the feeling of the shaft inside her overriding her thoughts.

The beast grunted and moaned as his cock pulsed, her pussy stretched tight around him. She felt his grip tighten, his muscles flexing, the heat of his skin.

Her world became the feel of him, the smell of his musk, the taste of his sweat. The pain coursed through her, her body surrendering to the sensations.

He thrust deeper, the thickness of his cock pushing her to the edge. She screeched, her body shuddering as she came.

Rex growled, his seed erupting, filling her with his hot cum. His body tensed, and she felt the release, the warm baby batter washing over her.

Ahsoka panted, her breath ragged, her body shaking. The pleasure had been intense, but the reality of her situation was sobering. Rex had ravaged her, the other men had cheered him on, and her lightsabers were still out of reach.

She felt the beast relax, his cock softening. He grunted, pulling out, and the cum leaked from her cunt.

The guards pulled Ahsoka off the ground and onto her knees. The leader of the Gamorreans approached her and started sniffing at her naked form, before shoving his own disgusting, dirty cock right into her mouth.

Ahsoka immediately gagged, her senses assaulted by the putrid smell of the Gamorrean leader. The warlord grunted, thrusting his filthy member into her throat, the stench making her eyes water. The other men laughed and jeered, their voices echoing off the stone walls, as Ahsoka choked on the thick shaft.

The Gamorrean leader snarled, his tusks glinting in the torchlight, his grip tightening on her leash. He pulled out of her throat and slapped her face with his dick, the slimy shaft slapping against her cheek. The other men roared with approval, their cocks hardening at the display of dominance.

Ahsoka coughed and gasped, her eyes stinging with tears, her throat raw. She had never felt so humiliated, so degraded, so utterly powerless. She had faced enemies before, but never like this, never so stripped of her defenses. The Gamorrean leader thrust his cock back into her throat, his grunts of pleasure reverberating through the chamber. She felt his hot seed spurt down her throat, her eyes wide, her heart pounding.

As the Gamorrean leader pulled out, Ahsoka coughed and sputtered, the cum dribbling from her lips. Her body trembled, her senses overwhelmed, her mind reeling. But, as she looked up, the leader was still hard, his shaft slick with her saliva. The other men, too, were still aroused, their cocks stiff and ready.

She was a toy, a plaything, a source of pleasure and entertainment for these brutes. As the leader pushed his cock back into her mouth, she knew that the worst was yet to come. A cold, clammy hand reached under her orange lekku, and Ahsoka could feel her heart racing in her chest. A second, third, fourth and fifth hand started touching and feeling her naked body, grabbing at her breasts and her ass.

Ahsoka couldn't think straight. She had never felt such humiliation. She had never felt such helplessness. The Gamorreans were not even trying to be subtle. They were not just taking advantage of her, they were mocking her.

As one of the large pig-men's cocks pushed up against her asshole, another was sliding underneath her lekku, and a third was pushing against her already-used pussy, the young Jedi tried her hardest to hold her tongue, but she couldn't stop herself from crying out in fear and pain.

"P-Please!"

But the Gamorreans were not listening. They were laughing, and they were jeering, and they were enjoying themselves. Their painful **** of the Jedi continued for what felt like hours, each pig man getting a turn to use the young girl's tight orange body.

By the time the last of the Gamorreans had his way with her, Ahsoka was barely conscious. She was battered, bruised, and covered in cum. She had been broken, and there was no going back.

She was their property now, their ****, and she couldn’t even come up with a solution to escaping, her brain fried from the dozens of dicks that had just violated her.

As she started fading back into the world of unconsciousness, she felt the grubby large hands of the Gamorreans pick her body up, their laughing lulling her as her vision darkened.