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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 4
“No!”
Ahsoka turned her face away, jerking it to the side as Hondo unzipped his pants and opened them wide to expose his partial erection, the organ slapping obscenely against her cheek where it would have hit her lips.
“No?” Hondo sighed. “Come come, my dear; have we not been through this? You will simply lose again. Is it not easier simply submit and endure to, how have you put it... get this over with?”
“Get that thing away from my face,” she bared her sharp teeth at him, a daring, threatening gesture, pinned as she was and unable to move.
Hondo sat straight, his knees holding her arms down as he practically sat on her chest, his hands free to do with as he pleased. And he pleased, she observed with a kind of resigned disgust, to play with himself. His fingers moved with familiarity and skill over his own flesh, rapidly growing hard before her eyes and Ahsoka squeezed them shut.
“Atai will require you service him this way, Ahsoka,” Hondo’s voice was stern but held a conciliatory note, “Is it not better you learn the skills you will require before being beaten for your ignorance?”
The bulbous head of his cock slid against her cheek and she jerked her head to push it away. “Try it and I’ll bite it off.”
“Tsk tsk; such violence. There is no need for such threats.”
There were always need for such threats. Ahsoka had learned over the last three days as Hondo’s prisoner that nothing came without a price. If she wanted something or dared to ask for it, Hondo had turned it around on her to demand a willing sexual favor in return.
As a result, she had eaten very little, was exceedingly sore, and her lower body felt swollen and heavy from the amount of use Hondo had imposed upon her. While Atai wanted her ‘gently used’, as Hondo had put it, the pirate claimed he had no desire to see her suffer unnecessarily in the slaver’s hands.
Hondo had taken her education seriously. Both a firm and insistent instructor, he had abused the most intimate parts of her body repeatedly over the last few days but he’d only inflicted damage to the rest of her only as necessary. His solution, he’d informed her when she’d accused him of it, was to ensure her body was capable of withstanding the rigors of sex and not just the demands of the body, but the positions and terms and mechanics.
All of them.
Instead of going meekly along as Hondo had suggested and pressured, which would have been completely against her fighting spirit, Ahsoka had attempted to stave off the attacks for as long as possible each time. She fought him, as hard as she could, running when she had the space, and clawing with tooth and nail when she didn’t. Her threat to bite him was not an idle one; he’d already felt the sting of her teeth the last time he’d attempted this.
“Then try it and see,” she snapped.
“Such spirit! Four days and you are still the most stubborn of women; my profit margin will be magnificent!”
“Kriff your profit margin; get off me!”
“Ah ah,” he pumped his length with one fist, tilting it down towards her lips again, wagging a finger of his free hand in a chiding motion. “I get off and you get me off you. It is a fair trade; you see my dear, commerce has a place in everything.”
Ahsoka nearly gagged with the condition and thrashed her lower limbs again. Hondo had hobbled her to the desk to prevent her being able to kick him in the back. A smart move on his part and one that served to enhance her despair. She’d been used by Hondo, but fortunately - on a ship full of pirates - only Hondo, in more positions than she could count. Her body was like one swollen, overtaxed muscle…
And he never stopped.
She’d not slept for longer than five or ten minutes, having learned her lessons the second night on the ship. After being left unmolested that first night, she’d assumed it would be so until Hondo could get her off his ship into Atai’s hands.
That had not been the case.
In what Hondo had called applied conditioning, he’d found her sleeping and, before she’d come to wakefulness, claimed her body with a grim admonishment that she could not afford to let her guard down. It had been painful, humiliating and debasing, the only time he’d been able to take her face to face.
She’d heeded that piece of advice since.
It had been the only time he’d gained easy access to her body and, she’d vowed, it would be the last. And while her resistance was always violent and horribly brief with Hondo’s greater experience and deviousness winning out over her skills, the time they fought was time when he wasn’t pumping away at her like a droid piston.
“I simply wish to prepare you for what you will experience. I take no joy in your suffering.”
She found that hard to believe as he tapped the head of his turgid length against the corner of her mouth.
“Now, make this easy on yourself, hm?”
“Try it,” she gritted out, repeating her challenge, “try it and see.”
“No no no; your new Master-”
“He’s not my Master!
“Ah, perhaps not yet, but he will be,” Hondo’s shrug was insouciance in itself. “Semantics, my dear; bite me and I will merely knock your head back. Bite him... and he will knock your teeth in.”
There had been many warnings, both seriously and playfully delivered, of its type, but Ahsoka knew to heed them.
Her time as a Zygerrian captive while searching for the Kiros colonists had revealed Atai’s lust for power and control, his perverse delight in torturing her with whatever had been within his means a lesson she’d not soon forget. That Hondo was brokering a deal with the alien bad enough, but when - if - Atai got his hands on her, her treatment at his hands would be far, far worse than at Hondo’s.
The pirate was clearly the lesser of two evils; he was simply doing what was necessary to her to ensure a profit.
While logical on some level, Ahsoka couldn’t separate the whys from the whats of his actions; Hondo had become her personal demon. Polite to a fault, he was relentless, exhibiting a determination and single-minded focus on his acquisition of profit to the point of not taking a stake in her physical well being.
Hondo was doing a job and ensured she knew it.
She shuddered as he ran the skin of his bumpy, uneven sex along the edge of her face but remained firm. She would not take that engorged organ in her mouth willingly and, if he tried to force the issue, she was going to bite him. Hard.
He finally sighed. “Well, if you will not cooperate here, I will simply-” The chirping of his comm. cut him off and he frowned, flicking on the audio only while maintaining his seat, his tumescent length still against her cheek. “This had best be important.”
Seeing the comm. activated, Ahsoka thrashed, pushing up with all her might trying to dislodge him. If she could get that comm. – if she could tap into the ship’s communication system, she could send a message, tell someone where she was. The equivalent of human adrenaline raced through her veins and she gathered herself to push him off, visualizing how it needed to happen.
Once she had the comm., she wouldn’t have long, seconds maybe, to send her message, she-
Hondo’s irritation, such an uncommon sound to her, penetrated her plans. “Here? Already? My my, he certainly wasted no time. Very well; allow him to dock.”
“Capt’n; he says he wants to see his purchase before beginning negotiations.”
Her blood froze, a part of her mind already having registered that Hondo was flaccid once more and no longer a threat, even as she stared wide eyed at his arm. He wants to see his purchase. The words heralded an end to her abuse at Hondo’s hands, but the start of something much worse.
“Very well; once he is aboard, show him to my office.” He reached his free hand down to trace the upper curve of her Montrals, “I will meet with him once his purchase is ready.”
Ahsoka gasped as Hondo pushed to his feet, blood rushing back into arms that had been semi-numbed by his weight and scrambled backwards, away from him as far as the tether around her feet would allow. Hondo didn’t seem to pay her any mind as she reached the end of it. She bent to untie it and threw it away before moving back even further; until her back hit the wall. It was only then she took a moment to rub her arms as she watched Hondo speak into the comm.
There was a brief moment of discussion she didn’t even try to hear before he deactivated it and turned her way. “Well, it would seem the time for your education is at an end, my dear.”
He didn’t sound happy or sad, just resigned, and Ahsoka watched him warily, not trusting this for the truth. Every time he’d lulled her into a false sense of security, he’d pounced. She’d learned more about caution and awareness than she’d ever cared to in the last few days. Still, she couldn’t resist one last, desperate try to get him to rethink what he was about to do.
“Don’t do this, Hondo; please.”
“Why not - have you thought of someone else who will meet my price?”
“Everyone I know who might have the resources is someone you won’t consider or flat out refuse to deal with,” she accused. “If you really didn’t want to see me in this situation, you’d look for a different buyer than Atai.”
“Ah, but will you be more willing if I told you that I was going to sell you to a Hutt? Or, perhaps, to a traveling troupe? I think not.”
“I’d be more willing if you were going to sell me to someone whose only intention wasn’t to rape me!”
“Someone you could use your Jedi mind tricks on, no doubt,” he sighed, shaking his head. “No, my dear; it is only Atai who will pay the asking price and now, you must be ready to meet him.”
She pushed to her feet, using the wall for support as he took a step towards her, holding one hand out to ward him off in a gesture that was useless without the Force behind it. “I won’t let you sell me to Atai Molec, Hondo.”
“I am afraid you have very little choice, Ahsoka. For what it’s worth, I would be willing to rescue you - for a price.”
His avaricious comment didn’t surprise her as much as it should have; Hondo had ensured that she knew his position on just why he was selling her. Nothing personal. Just business. The same reasons that, once Ataic Molec took her from the ship, if he were contacted by someone to rescue her, he would.
For a price.
“I had so hoped not to put you in chains,” he confided with a single shake of his head as he placed his hands on his hips, considering her. “Perhaps if you gave me your word, yes?”
She glared at him. “You’re taking me to a meeting with a man who is going to use me for his personal pleasure slave and you expect me to cooperate?”
“I do so hate to resort to this, my dear, but if you will not guarantee your good behavior, I see you leave me no choice.”
He advanced, pulling a length of synth rope from one of the pockets on his belt along with a pair of binders and a collar that he unfolded with practiced movements. Ahsoka started at him for a heartbeat, realizing that his threat was not an idle one and she was about to be confined, dragged like a pet before Atai for him to ogle her.
The stirrings of panic hit first and she kicked out without thinking, crying out as her legs and body protested the movement, her foot connecting with Hondo’s hand.
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A pair of binders went flying as Ahsoka’s leg snapped up, but Hondo deliberately let them go, twisting his wrist and locking his fingers around her ankle. Light on his feet, Hondo stepped close, within the arc of her kick, slipping the heel of his foot behind hers and knocking her off balance.
She fell heavily, down and back, the back of her head impacting with the wall and she went slack.
Moving quickly, he checked to make sure she was out before taking a knee beside her sprawled form. Knowing she’d never cooperate, Hondo adjusted her clothing. He’d not removed it, honestly he’d left it to her deliberately to give her some kind of familiarity. He hoped it was part of the reason she was still so... feisty.
Slipping the binder on one wrist, he pulled a spare from his belt and bound the other before clipping the collar around her neck. He’d had to find one that was thin, but strong, and designed for Togruta; her lekku didn’t allow for the standard sizes.
After several days of her fighting him, his relief that she was about to be taken off his hands was palpable. Not enough to offer Atai a discount, but enough that a part of him truly wished he could offer her to another buyer.
But no other buyer would want her the way Atai did; it was simply good business.
Hooking the synthrope to the loop on the collar, he then pulled two fine lengths of chain from his belt pouch and hooked them to the manacles. He’d thought, initially, to display her to Atai in the forcefield that was so effective at holding Jedi, but knew, with the slaver’s early arrival, that looking would not be enough. He’d want to touch.
Hefting the young Jedi in his arms and over his shoulder, Hondo secured her feet with the synthrope as a precaution before moving heading for the door. He had a prospective buyer to meet, a Jedi to sell and a fortune to secure.
All in all, it should be a most productive day.
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Consciousness returned slowly.
A murmur of voices was somewhere nearby but no words coalesced within her mind. Her head ached from the fall, but as she tried to lift one hand to rub the throbbing spot, the soft jangle of a chain and the immediate arresting of movement made her eyes snap open.
A quick looked revealed her circumstances hadn’t improved.
Arms stretched wide enough that her shoulders ached, the small, thin chains holding her spread arms not looking strong enough to take her weight but were. They clinked together as she shifted, planting feet that had been slack and taking the weight off the pull in her shoulders.
She tensed, remembering what had been happening when she’d been knocked unconscious; had Hondo already-
“-and a fortune in spice is all you require?”
Atai’s voice penetrated her skull, drawing her gaze around to the side to where he and Hondo were seated at a table, sharing drinks, with the Zygerrian Slaver. Neither man was paying her much mind, but then, Hondo had seated himself to be facing where Ahsoka was chained and the Zygerrian had his back to her.
Her movements must have drawn the pirate’s attention for, as Hondo raised his glass, his eyes flicked to hers, meeting for a breath before dropping back to Atai, his tone amused and confident. “Is there anything else?”
“For a man such as you, probably not,” Atai agreed and Ahsoka could catch the glimpse of his cup being raised from her position in honor of the toast. His words were anticipatory and sent a shudder of revulsion down her spine. “When can we arrange the transfer?”
“You have brought five hundred thousand tons of spice with you?”
“I have brought four hundred thousand tons,” the correction was smug even to Ahsoka’s way of thinking, “I suspected you would set an exorbitantly high price for her. It pays to come prepared.”
“I am impressed - and a little disappointed to have been so predictable!”
“A Jedi is almost as priceless as their weapons; to have one in captivity is a lure even I cannot resist,” the sadistic anticipation in Atai’s tone was chilling, “I look forward to breaking her.”
“I think you will have your work cut out for you, my friend. This one is not so easily broken.”
Ahsoka had no time to appreciate the backhanded compliment as Hondo waved Atai’s attention her way and the Zygerrian turned, his cruel expression drawing her up as far as she could, tilting her chin with visible defiance as she glared right back at him.
There was no mercy, no softness in Atai’s gaze; nothing that boded well for her future. Nothing that indicated his treatment of her would be as clinical as Hondo’s.
Rising to his feet, Atai approached her, his gaze sliding deliberately away from her face to rake down her body. Without following his gaze, Ahsoka knew what she would see.
Her battle dress was torn, the collar long since having been ripped, the top gaping a little in the gap over her breasts. It still clung to her curves down to the rent over one hip and down to the hem of the skirt. Exposing the sienna hue of her skin through the tear, it revealed the unbroken line of her bare leg from waist to foot. Her leggings were gone along with her boots and Atai’s gaze lingered on her bare flesh.
Bare flesh that bore the imprints of Hondo’s grip and gave testament to his fulfillment of his side of the bargain.
“I’d say it’s a pleasure to see you, Governor,” she went straight on the attack, her words deliberately pitched in a threatening tone, unwilling to let him shame her with a look, “but you’ll understand why I’m not after our last meeting.”
“The pleasure, little skug, will be all mine.” His words held a threat and intent as one of his hands dropped to his crotch and drew Ahsoka’s attention to the fact that he was already straining against the fabric of his trousers. He smiled, casting his next words back over his shoulder. “She is as you promised, Hondo.”
“What good is a pirate’s word if he cannot be trusted to deliver the goods in the condition requested, hmm?”
“Unprofitable,” Ahsoka quipped, making Hondo laugh and Atai’s face darken. Good; she didn’t want him thinking her cowed. Her body rebelled, clenching at the idea of the slaver’s pleasures. With steely determination, she remained focused on the here and now, knowing if she dwelt on what Atai had in store for her, panic would set in and her fate would be decided without her. She couldn’t afford to become Atai’s prisoner and had to talk Hondo out of selling her. Somehow. “Four hundred thousand tons is hardly a fair deal.”
“No slave is worth that much; even a Jedi slave,” Atai contradicted. “Not even you, little skug.”
“Then you shouldn’t pay his asking price,” she countered evenly, willing to take whatever avenues necessary to escape the fate she saw in his eyes, “you should bargain for me. Offer to pay him what you think I’m worth.”
Behind them, Hondo chuckled and lifted his glass again.
Atai stared at her, continuing to fondle himself and licked his lips, a feral smile crossing his face, his voice dropping to a private tone that Hondo likely wouldn’t hear. “And chance that he take you away to sell you elsewhere, Jedi? Never. You. Are. Mine.”
“I will never be yours,” she countered just as quietly. “No matter what you do to me.”
“Broken in but not broken; magnificent.” He’d raised his voice, anticipation in every line of his body. “And looking out for your financial interests it would seem?”
“Hardly,” scoffed the pirate, staying where he was as Atai . “She simply seems to like me better than you.”
Which, considering the circumstances, wasn’t exactly untrue. If Ahsoka’d had the choice between staying with Hondo and going with Atai, she would have chosen Hondo in a heartbeat despite his mistreatment of her. At least with Hondo she’d have had the chance to eventually purchase her freedom.
“All the better,” Atai stepped forward and Ahsoka straightened even further within her bonds, unwilling to let him see the unease that was slithering down her spine. “The Jedi will learn her place, won’t you, little skug?”
She jerked her face away as he made to touch her. “The second we’re off this ship, you’re going to wish you’d never met me.”
“I hardly doubt that,” he returned, leaning in to speak with just her again, so close that the whiskers on his chin teased her cheek, “I look forward to having you beneath me, screaming, Jedi.”
She said nothing, knowing an admission would be a victory for him and glared with all the contempt she could muster instead. Atai lifted his free hand, his eyes narrowing, watching her as he moved it towards her chest. Ahsoka gritted her teeth, knowing she was caught, already as far back as the restraints would allow, and braced herself for-
“Ah ah, Governor, no touching the merchandise until a price has been set and a deal sealed.”
Ahsoka wondered at her sanity when she found herself silently thanking Hondo for the save, an irrational laugh sticking in her throat.
Atai dropped his hand and stepped back. “Are you agreeable to the trade, Captain Ohnaka?”
“Very agreeable, Governor Molec. Come; let us drink to another successful negotiation! And once I have my spice, you will have the Jedi!”
Atai returned to the table to do just that and Ahsoka’s heart plummeted to the soles of her feet. Hondo was going through with selling her to Atai.
Inhaling deeply, she sought the core of herself that Hondo had been unable to touch; the determination that had kept her fighting him - kept her sane. Her darkest hour was about to start and she would need every one of her abilities and tricks to escape the fate Atai planned for her.
As the thought occurred, another came to the forefront.
The Zygerrians hadn’t the Force dampening abilities that Hondo possessed; as soon as she was off this ship and she broke free of the shock collar Atai would undoubtedly fit her with again, she was as good as free.
She simply had to bide her time.
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Hondo and Atai left Ahsoka where she was, chained in his office, the pirate Captain confident he wasn’t in any danger of losing the young woman who was about to make him unbelievably rich.
“My cargo ship carrying the spice,” Atai was saying, “will dock the moment you allow it.”
Hondo pressed a button on his wrist to give the signal to his people on the bridge that the Zygerrian cargo ship in the system was to be allowed to dock.
“The guards are there for safety, but the transfer of cargo will take some time.”
“Ah yes; the spice. I would see random samplings; good business, you know.”
“Of course,” Atai assured him. “I want the Jedi, Hondo; as soon as you’ve verified the purity of my payment.”
“You are hardly hiding that fact, my friend.” Hondo returned dryly. Atai’s physical reaction to Ahsoka’s bound state had been… immediate and unmistakable, though Hondo had tactfully ignored it. He didn’t enjoy binding the Jedi, but who was he to judge the preferences of others?
“I have dreamed of this day, Hondo,” was the sudden confession, the Zygerrian’s smile hard and pleased. “Of the day I would get my hands on that little skug again. To break her and make her beg.”
“I think you will have a long wait, my friend. She is as resilient as she is exquisite.”
“Then I will enjoy the breaking process, no matter how long it takes.”
In that moment, Hondo almost pitied Ahsoka - until they entered his cargo bay to find that the crates had already begun being unloaded, one waiting for him with the lid off and the glitter of his favorite currency winking back at him.
Keeping his steps deliberately nonchalant instead of eager, he made his way over to the crate. Making a show of it, he stopped short to observe his crew as they unloaded crate after crate of the precious substance.
The image of taking a spice bath popped into his head and he chuckled, shaking it away; he could but he’d never waste it in such a fashion. There was enough here to keep him well heeled for several lifetimes!
Or one, the way he spent and drank.
With this, he could die a very happy Weequay, drowning in spice-laced ale and willing bed partners.
The last thought brought him back to reality and he finally stepped up to the crate, dipping his fingers into the coarse dirt and rock; there was a reason he asked for so much when it came unrefined and not just because his counter barter was a Jedi.
Lifting one rock, he rubbed his thumb across it and touched his thumb to his tongue. The pure pleasure sensation that accompanied the tingling sensation of his lips going numb assured him that it wasn’t only the right kind of spice, but quality.
“Hmm, yes. Yes, very nice.” One underworld conglomerate mogul to another, Hondo shot the Zygerrian a look and arched an eye ridge. “Is it all glitterstim?”
“A mixture,” Atai assured him, “about a quarter is glitterstim; another quarter is ryl. The other half are a mixture of assorted, easier to refine and dispense spices. Less illegal within the Republic.”
“Ha!” It meant his price for Ahsoka had dropped some, but this much illegal spice would pay for itself if rationed and sold properly once refined. And the Weequay under his command were particularly good at the refining process.
“You wouldn’t want to flood the market with ryl or glitterstim and depress the prices, now would you?”
The Zygerrian was too slick by half but Hondo replaced the rock without commenting. If the rest of the spices were of comparable quality, his trade would prove to be worth it. “I wish to see ryl.” He grabbed one of the dock hands and pushed him towards where the crates were being stacked. “Find me ryl!”
“Aye, Capt’n.”
Hondo turned back to Atai who was expecting his response. “Once the payment is aboard my ship,” the response was thoughtful; the full transfer would take well over a day, “you can have the Jedi.”
“Too long,” the Zygerrian protested. “I would have her when half is transported!”
“Ah ah, my friend; payment before goods - anything less is bad for business!”
“A compromise then,” Atai suggested, looking to the crates of spice and then back to Hondo, an almost fanatically intense look in his eyes. “I will remain here while the spice is loaded, as your guest.”
“And?”
“Once half of the payment is on your ship, you will release the Jedi to my keeping. I will not leave your ship until the payment is fully in your cargo hold.”
Hondo considered Atai for a moment before grinning, throwing his arms in the air and sealing Ahsoka’s fate once and for all. “Done! Let us celebrate!”
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