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Defiance's Price	By : Jade_Max Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 31866 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 3
Ahsoka didn’t sleep that night.
She spent the night moving, unable to sit still, expecting Hondo to come and claim his room and fulfill his promise. Walking helped to loosen her muscles, though the pull of the activity eventually encouraged her to try some of Hondo’s magic bacta concoction.
Mid-way through the night, she’d caved to the pain and spread it liberally along her bruises and torn flesh. The salve, upon touching broken skin, had also served as a numbing agent and the relief was palpable. So much so, that she managed to spread it liberally and deeply enough to numb the ache in her lower body; the ache that was blessedly silent after the cringing application.
Which left her the rest of the night to wander the room and evaluate her circumstance only to conclude that there was no way out except the door which, as she knew, was operated by a biometric lock; one only Hondo likely had access too. Both a blessing and a curse; it meant only Hondo could unlock the door, either from outside or from within. It meant she was safe from the rest of his crew and only had to worry about him.
Based on her ability to fight him off thus far, Ahsoka was less than reassured by the realization.
To keep herself busy, she began to rearrange the room, pushing everything up against the walls to leave her space to maneuver in the middle. If - when - Hondo came back, she was going to need every advantage she could get to win.
It didn’t take as long as she would have liked and left her too much time to think; to consider what was to come and how she could avoid it.
Settling herself in the corner furthest from the bed and the door, she put her back squarely to it and drew her knees up to her chest with the barest of winces when one of the injuries she’d not bothered to tend protested. Holding her legs, she put her eyes on the door and waited for morning.
It came far too quickly.
The hum of the lock on the door releasing brought her to her feet and she stepped clear of the small corner with a flinch as her muscles, sore from sitting in the same position for too long, protested. The vial of salve that Hondo had provided, however, had done its work.
Whatever damage he’d done, she no longer felt the physical effects. Allowing herself room to move, she crossed her arms over her chest as the door slid open, taking a defensive stance that, while visibly conveyed her uncertainty of the situation, put her in a position to resist him.
Hondo stepped into the room and stopped, locking the door behind him as he looked about with something akin to mild interest on his face. He took in the changes to his chambers, gaze sweeping around before coming to rest on her - and laughed.
“Just when I think you Jedi cannot surprise me any further, you do this,” he waved one hand at the side with the bed and the desk, the two nearly blocking the entrance to the ‘fresher. “If I had known it was not to your liking, Ahsoka I would have offered to change the décor myself.”
“The only problem with the décor is that you’re part of it, Hondo.”
“Ah, I do so love your spirit, my dear.” He chuckled, the ever accommodating host. “Are you hungry? Shall I have breakfast brought in?”
“I told you yesterday, Hondo; the only thing I want from you is my freedom!”
“No?” he acted as if he hadn’t heard her, removing his helmet and goggles as he ran a hand over his head, the ties on his braids clinking together. “Then did you not think to get more comfortable? I am sure there must be something to your taste in my things.”
“I’ll stick with my own clothes,” the thought of pawing through his clothing was distasteful no matter how badly she wanted to be rid of her own. At least they were hers. “You’re not exactly my size.”
“Ah, but mine would be so much easier to remove.” He pulled off his jacket and tossed it aside with his helmet and gloves, making her take a step back. “ Now. Are you ready for your next lesson?”
“Touch me again and I’ll break your fingers.”
“Tsk tsk, no need to get so personal! It is only business!”
“There is nothing business like in what you did to me last night,” she snapped back, tilting her chin defiantly, bravado masking how her stomach quivered and recoiled from the encounter.
“Ah, but there you are wrong my dear,” there was an eerie echo in his actions from the day before as he undid his shirt cuffs and began to roll them back; it was both menacing and chilling, “you see, this is all business.”
Backing away, she left as much room as she could between herself and Hondo, slipping into a defensive martial arts stance. I really will break his fingers, she told herself firmly, I can fight both Rex and Fives to a standstill, surely I can keep him away from me. “Your business is vile; leave me out of it!”
“I grow tired of repeating myself, Ahsoka,” Hondo shook his head, as if filled with a regret she knew he didn’t feel. “But I understand this is uncommon for you, so I will make certain allowances. As I have said before, without the crystals, selling you is the only way I will profit. It is regrettable you will not even consider assisting me in making this easier on yourself.”
“If you let me go now, I swear I won’t tell anyone what you’ve done to me.”
“Done to you? You wound me!” he dramatically placed one hand over his heart. “Have you no pity for a man trying to make good credits within the limited means provided him?”
“You’re a bastard.”
“A rich man is never a bastard, my dear,” he continued smugly rolling up his sleeves. “I do so wish you would reconsider. I truly have no desire to hurt you.”
“You really don’t think I’m just going to lie down quietly and let you rape me, do you?”
“Tsk tsk, rape is such a harsh word.” His hands moved to the buttons on his pants.
“If the shoe fits…”
“Ah, but I will not be wearing your shoes.”
His innuendo was unmistakable. Ahsoka had been anxious before, but what she felt in that room without the Force at her fingertips was beyond any trepidation she’d before experienced. She was doing her best to ignore it, to fight it, but already the barest of shakes had entered her muscles.
She knew what he could do to her. What he would do to her again; it was simply a matter of time. And that time, she could see, was running out.
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Hondo observed the young Jedi with an almost detached interest, assessing her physically much as he had the day before, but taking in the changes her introduction to sexual matters had wrought.
When he’d seen her after his return to his quarters the night before, she had been moving slowly, her posture purely defensive; a suffering creature nursing its injuries and determined to avoid further wounding. He’d hoped that would be her attitude and come prepared; if she’d been anything more defiant, he’d have had no qualms about treating her to another lesson. She needed every one she could get before Atai’s arrival.
That, however, had not been the case and fortunately she was moving better this morning. Her feisty, fighting nature appeared to have reasserted itself and he both lamented and approved its resurrection.
Perhaps if he chipped away at it enough, she would come around to his way of thinking and agree to at least attempt to enjoy what was necessary. He doubted it, but he could dream.
Advancing into the open space she’d so carefully cleared, Hondo idly wondered if he shouldn’t just have her tied down, do what was necessary to ensure she would be ready for Atai, and be done with it. Was it worth this grief, fighting her like this? Having to subdue her?
True, there was something to be said about the chase, but he normally preferred his women to be willing. Slave or not, there was something distasteful about this circumstance that was leaving a foul taste in his mouth.
Ahsoka reacted, going on the offensive as he drew too close, dropping to a crouch and sweeping his feet out from under him. He hit the floor, a jarring blow that kicked his head back even as he rolled with it, his hand snaking out to grab her bare ankle. She kicked at him, stomping down on the wrist without enough force to buy her freedom before she danced out of reach.
Hondo regained his feet, no longer amused. “We both know the outcome of this little game, Ahsoka; I really have no desire to subdue you first.”
“Then leave,” she offered warily, “I won’t come to you willingly.”
“I said I had no desire to subdue you,” he countered, advancing swiftly and reaching for her, his strike blocked and deflected, as expected, as he used the momentum to step inside her reach. “Not that I would not.”
Ahsoka brought her knee up sharply and he deflected it with a twist of his hips as she jumped away and to the side.
They played the game of hit and miss, attack and retreat, for several minutes. Hondo would advance, attempting to grab her and minimize the damage, and Ahsoka would break his hold, dropping him to the ground with trick after dirty trick. Someone had taught her well as she fought Hondo to a standstill.
Realizing she was truly determined to avoid him, Hondo changed tactics.
Foregoing the finesse and subtlety that had failed, he lunged for her bodily, the change in attack catching her off guard as he went careening into her, sending them both to the ground. She broke his fall with a cry, a malleable pillow of giving flesh and firm resistance as a familiar oof indicated a loss of breath.
Exactly what he’d intended.
He moved swiftly, pulling back as she gasped, and pulled off his belt. She struggled, still fighting him even as he pulled her to her feet and twisted her, knocking her off balance so she fell against the nearby desk. Scrambling, she tried to continue the momentum, to gain a hand hold and move away.
Forced to improvise, he pressed her lengthwise down across the top as she struggled to breathe, and lashed her thighs to the desk supports. A quick figure eight with his belt around both sides and she was stuck, legs spread, face down on the hard surface. It didn’t stop her from reaching back to try and undo the tie and he caught her hands, pressing them down as she wheezed, coughing, and regained partial control over her breathing.
As his chest pressed along her back, Hondo lamented the necessity of laying her face down once more; still, it would serve his purpose.
It would have been far more agreeable if she’d simply have cooperated; he could have enjoyed this encounter immeasurably with such potential as the woman beneath him!
While he’d not dwelled on the day before, he had certainly hoped today would be different. Alas; she seemed determined to fight him to the last, writhing beneath him even now, trying to throw him off and break free of her restraint.
He couldn’t allow it.
Hondo knew the stipulations of the contract Atai would put to him, he'd dealt with him before, and would meet them to the letter. Or rather, number - the number of credits that would be in his possession to be precise! Just thinking of it made him jovial; excited.
“Relax, my dear,” he told her, his cheek pressed against the curve of her lekku, rubbing his groin against the swell of her backside and enjoying the way her muscles flexed and quivered. She was in prime shape for the tasks Atai would set her; few slaves would match the beauty and symmetry of her physical prowess. “This will not take long.”
“Let me go,” she pushed off the table, nearly toppling him, and Hondo decided enough was enough. Resistance was admirable, but he could not allow it to continue.
Pinning her with his weight, he reached down, flipping up her skirt and pressed the ridge of his swelling, but not yet erect, cock against the line of her tailbone. Unlike the previous night when she’d gone quiet, the touch of his growing erection seemed to send her into a panic.
“No!” She thrashed violently, bucking her whole body upwards in an attempt to break his hold and taking him to his toes before crashing bodily back to the desk. “No! Not again; let me go, let me go!”
“Hush, my dear; if you would simply cooperate-”
“Never!”
She wiggled, heaving her body in an attempt to inch forward despite her fetters, dragging him with her and Hondo pulled her back, avoiding the way her knees and feet gyrated, trying to kick him.
“I’m not going to lie here and try to enjoy it!”
“Tsk tsk,” he sighed, a suffering sound, as he levered himself up and, using his full body weight, pinned her in place.
His feet curled about the tops of her thighs around her buttocks, forcing her pelvis into the edge of the desk as his knees braced on either side of her waist. Practically lying in the small of her back, the warm skin of her lekku teased the tip of his cock where it peeped out from his pants as his fingers dug into her wrists, stretching her arms above her head and lying her out flat, fully at his mercy.
She still quivered beneath him but now unable to move. “I really wish you would my dear; it would make this all that much less unpleasant.”
“I don’t want unpleasant,” she turned her face away from his, no doubt to hide the sparkle of moisture he could see on her lashes. “I want you to leave me alone!”
“If only you had something else to offer, Ahsoka,” he lamented. “But. You do not.”
She let out a strangled cry, trembling beneath him as he shifted forward, his legs keeping her pinned as he rubbed the bare top of his mostly covered cock against the sensitive skin of her lekku. He did it again, feeling her body respond beneath his, tensing further and he smile. “Hmm, so it is true that Togruta share the same sensitivity as Twi’lek’s. Perhaps you will enjoy this after all, young one.”
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“Never.”
Her denial was fervent and she twisted her head, trying to remove her lekku from his perverted play, the nerve endings in the sensitive skin tingling with the touch. The feel of his flesh against hers was far more confusing than it should have been.
Revolting to her conscious mind, she struggled to be free of it even as the conflicting signals of his touch fired through her lek.
“Hmm, I think never is too long a time. Don’t you?”
“Not long enough - let me go!”
His weight was crushing her, bearing her breasts into the table, the edge cutting painfully into the curve of her hips. He shifted, rubbing against her with deliberate intent and Ahsoka closed her eyes, gritting her teeth against the sensation that shouldn’t have felt even remotely good ... but did.
No, she fought against the reaction, against the elicit touch and the way he deliberately played with her lek. His words, his actions indicated a certain familiarity with Twi’lek’s and, she could feel every micron of his skin as he undulated his hips. To her horror, she felt the fabric of his pants sliding down with each motion, pressing more of his knobby cock against the side of her twitching lek with each mimed thrust.
No!
Ahsoka tossed her head to the side, her only recourse, as whimper stuck in her throat, completely powerless beneath him, her body wound so tightly she thought her muscles would snap.
He didn’t let up and she felt an unfamiliar flush rising on her skin with each stroke of her lek; a pleasure that directly contrasted with the rest of her pains and one her physical self couldn’t reconcile anymore than her mind.
“If you’re going to do it,” she finally cried, shifting her head away again as his knobby organ pressed against her once more, her body quivering uncontrollably, “just do it and get it over with!”
“Such an attitude to have,” he admonished, sliding backwards. “Hardly customary. But if that is your wish…”
Ahsoka went as rigid as a plank of wroshyr wood as Hondo did exactly as she’d asked.
The penetration was less painful this time, her body confused by the signals it had been receiving from his teasing of her lek, and, as a result, mildly aroused. The sensation of fullness hit her first, a gasp escaping her lips as that feeling was followed quickly by the stretch of muscles that couldn’t cope and then the tearing, the shock of the pain as her body clenched in denial.
She tasted blood as her teeth sliced into her cheek, the gasp that passed her lips moments later as Hondo released her wrists, but grabbed the lek at the base of her head and, using both hands, pulled her backwards, the gasp transforming into a ragged cry of denial and unwanted arousal as he ran sure, firm fingers down from root to tip.
Jerking her head forward, she ripped the sensitive appendage from his fingers. “Don’t do that!”
“Oh? But I think you like that,” his hips flexed, drawing his cock from her body before sliding it back in without nearly as much resistance. “I told you it would not be nearly so painful should you let yourself enjoy it, did I not?”
Her body’s natural reaction appalled her, betrayed her, and tears flooded her eyes she twisted, trying to strike him with arms now free, trying to push him away; to expel him from her body. She was not enjoying this!
“Ha ho! Fight if you must, but it will do you no good.”
Hondo seemed oblivious to her struggles, buoyed by them almost and using them to his advantage, letting out an excited shout as she writhed on the desk with no success. No matter how she moved, he was seated deeply within her, his body joined to hers in a mockery of what she’d once been told was the greatest expression of feeling between a man and a woman.
It was nothing like she’d been led to believe.
“You cannot escape, my dear,” he informed her
Her body was turning in on itself, the mental anguish countering the physical pleasure as her temporary reaction to his play with her lek faded, the pain of his possession once again building and, to her horror, he began to speak, as is trying to coach her in her response.
“Now, when you move forward, do be certain you always push back, no man likes to do all the work.” He laughed as she cringed, curling her hands about the lip of the desk as he pinned them there, his breath feathering across her cheek. “Occasionally perhaps, but not all the time and your new Master will insist on you doing your part!”
Gritting her teeth, Ahsoka squeezed her eyes shut and blocked out his words with a mantra of her own even has her body was rocked violently back and forth.
I am not here.
I am not on this ship.
I am-
Hondo’s voice cut into her thoughts. “And sometimes, he will not wish to use you as you are intended; he will wish to explore other… possibilities.”
A searing agony of her anal tissue splitting made her shriek before she could gasp it back or deny the pain; deny the indecency of what he was doing as her body surged forward, locking up with vice-like strength. He was as business like and brutal as he’d been with her the day before, inch by agonizing knobby inch pressed, withdrew and surged forward with deliberate intent.
Breaking her in to fulfill his ‘contract’.
Focusing on her thoughts, her breath whistling through gritted teeth while Hondo pressed her down into the table and forcefully ‘educated’ her, his voice lost to the chant within her head, her eyes glazed with tears, unable to do more than hold on as her body was used to his satisfaction.
This is not me.
This is not my body.
I am not here.
Hondo’s cry was lost within her last thought, her mind aware of the rigidity of her body somewhere on the edges, but having distanced itself from the pain.
I am not here.
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