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Title: Defiance’s Price
Author: Jade_Max
Characters: Hondo Anaka, Ahsoka Tano
Genre: NC-17, N/C, Rapefic
Era: The Clone Wars
Summary: Set post Episode 7, Season 5; Ahsoka’s been captured by Hondo and his pirates and, for denying them their goal, she must now pay an unimaginable price.
Author’s note: Never having written Hondo in anything before, I apologize in advance for any character mistakes; they’re completely mine. As I’m waiting to see what exactly happens next week on the episode, this Vignette is open ended and will be continued, either within the boundaries of the show or not, is yet to be determined. Big thank you to JainDo for taking a look at this before it went live! I appreciate the feedback and your insight. Thanks girl!
Defiance’s Price
Running his thumb over the lush lower lip of the Jedi Padawan who had caused him so much grief, Hondo contrasted the texture of her skin with his own; the smooth slide of unblemished satin against the roughness of sand. It was but one reason, he thought idly, he preferred females not of his own species and… Ahsoka had grown since their first encounter.
Her montrals had begun to arch above her head and curl down over her chest in an entirely natural, but unintentionally provocative, manner. Her clothing, like the last time he’d seen her, wasn’t exactly conducive to battle and certainly revealed that she’d grown into the hint of curves their first meeting had promised.
He dropped his hand. “Good night.”
The Padawan couldn’t hear him. Staring at her unconscious form, Hondo made a decision; she would fetch him quite a sum, but not as an untried youth. To be controlled she would either need to be drugged or, possibly, restrained by some kind of Force dampening bracer.
He’d hate to see her in chains if he could help it; it would diminish his asking price and cut into his profits. Rubbing his thumb across the pads of his index fingers, still feeling the welcoming softness that had been her lips, he pushed to his feet. “Take her away.”
“What’re we gonna do with a Jedi, boss?”
“What do we always do with Jedi? We profit!” Hondo looked around his bridge at his crew. “Place her in my quarters. It will not do to have a Jedi who can use the Force, yes?”
There was a moment of silence before the sound of an enthusiastic shout and a question. “When you’re done with her, then what?”
“Why, we will sell her, of course!”
“Do we get a turn?”
“Yeah, boss, it’s been weeks since we landed.” One of the larger crew made an obscene gesture with his hips and mimed holding two montrals while thrusting towards them. “Once you’re done with her, I’d like to take a turn docking in her port.”
“Ah, no. Alas, the buyer I have in mind will not want her over used before acquisition.” His eyes gleaming, Hondo surveyed his crew and their mutinous expression. “Set our course of Zygerria.”
A cheer went up, as Hondo knew it would, for there would be many a female when they landed for his crew, providing they had the credits. By making this sale, Hondo would ensure they did. The young one here would go to a private collector; one enamored with all things unique and a Jedi Padawan was certainly unique.
It was unfortunate he would have to break her in as a part of the deal; the buyer wanted no untried, shrinking females and Hondo always aimed to deliver the credit’s worth. He supposed he could have returned her to the Jedi, but they were notoriously stingy when it came to spice and he would be paid more handsomely than the Jedi could ever afford by selling her off the regular market.
No; she would go to Zygerria and he would do what was necessary to ensure she was familiar with what would be demanded of her.
With a wave of one hand, he directed the two holding her away and moved back to his chair, taking a seat as the crew returned to their stations. They plotted the aforementioned course and set in, Hondo tapping out a sequence on the ship’s command console as he investigated his potential client and ensured he was still in the market for the unusual. The evidence was promising, with a very professional page proclaiming the desire to acquire rare and valuable treasures but, as before, there was special note made to wanting no untried merchandise; code, in Hondo’s world, for women who knew what was expected of them.
Waiting until they were in hyperspace before rising to his feet and heading back towards his chambers, his hands crossed behind his back, he considered what was about to happen. What would have to occur within his chambers to seal the ludicrous deal a captive Jedi Padawan would bring.
He was about to make this professionally personal.
Oh, it wasn’t personal on his end, but his experience with women of all races had shown they took intimacy personally. And he would have to introduce the Padawan to intimacy for this deal to work. She wouldn’t like it; would likely fight him despite the fact it wasn’t about her.
If she’d just let him take the crystals, he wouldn’t have been driven to these lengths and his credits would already be secure.
Jedi; they were always so stubborn.
Opening the door to his quarters, a compartment that was easily double the size of the other crew quarters, he paused for a moment to look around. His newest acquisition lay, still unconscious, on the piled furs and fabrics on a low double bunk that made up his bed in the far corner of the room.
They’d dropped her unceremoniously on the bed and left, not bothering to anchor or chain her and, as Hondo closed the door, he lamented the fact that his client would likely do so.
Locking the door, he stepped to the side and pulled off his helmet and gloves, placing them on the back of a chair as he moved into the shadows of the dimly lit room. He leaned against one wall, stretching out to touch a furry bump embedded within it, considering his options as he idly stroked the knot.
While he had no wish to frighten her, it would be a regrettable necessity.
He watched as the young Jedi came to, her head lifting with a flinch and a wince, her hands coming up to cradle her head. Her eyes were still closed, her fingers moving methodically over her head and lekku, and he took a moment to examine her the way one would examine wares for sale.
She’d matured, as he’d noted on his bridge, with skin as soft as shimmersilk and unblemished upon initial inspection. He would have to confirm that and, if she was as exquisite under her clothes, raise his asking price significantly. A battle tried Jedi Padawan with very little superficial damage would be even more rare – priceless beyond even laser sword crystals! - on this market.
From his distance to her of several feet, he could see all of the attributes she seemed wholly unaware of.
How the elegance in her features was reflected in her bearing, translating into a confidence, despite her seated state, both alluring and repugnant. He would have to damage it a little before his buyer would consider her a worthy purchase. Such a shame, but it couldn’t he helped if he was to recoup his losses.
Below the slender arch of her neck, guarded on all sides by her lekku, her shoulders were young and strong, leading down to a body that openly declared her active lifestyle. She was slender, lean and lithe, every muscle in her body curved just the right amount to portray her as the woman she was on any world and not the overly muscular ones that could be viewed as repugnant by some.
Not that he was particularly picky about his women, but he was not a fan of a woman’s body if it was more muscular than his.
His gaze dipped clinically to her legs, sprawled as they still were across his bed, both wary and attracted by the power and precision he knew they held. Her feet were bare, her toes long and well defined, her boots having been removed, the only piece of clothing to be missing, and were, after a glance, noted to be by the door. Within those limbs was the power to severely injure, even without her special abilities, and he would be wise not to place him in a position where she could use it to gain the upper hand.
His gaze drew back upwards as she lifted her arms to rub the upper section of her montrals, still massaging in that uniquely unaware way; she hadn’t any idea the display she was giving him or the effect it was having as her elbows came up to reveal the swell of her breasts. Lovingly cupped within the fabric of her battle dress, they were suddenly being offered up like some kind of rare, succulent fruit and practically begging to be unwrapped.
Touched.
Tasted.
He shook his head at the waste. Surely a man had touched her before. If not, those clones had to be eunuchs not to give in to temptation. Fortunately, he was not and never had been a eunuch and, in this instance, had no compulsion or incentive to resist.
In fact, he had the best reason to insist - and would.
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The soft jangle of metal on metal drew Ahsoka’s attention from the pounding in her head and her hands dropped, her eyes flying open as she pushed herself partly from the softness on which she’d been sitting; a softness she’d assumed was her bunk despite the strange scents.
As her eyes came open, the truth registered; she wasn’t where she was supposed to be.
Instead of being in her bunk on the ship where she’d once built her lightsabers, the walls were unfamiliar. Opulent even. Draped in fabric and rare pelts with the arching branches of a tree curved into the construction, the room was a complete antithesis to everything familiar. Golden statues rimmed the room and from where she lay, propped up in one corner, she could see no door.
Shadows and darkness were prevalent in the room as there was very little lighting, and most of that was coming from a single fixture above her, effectively blinding her to anything or anyone that might be within those corners.
Where am I? Her head ached, the dull throbbing of where she’d been struck and tenderness in her montrals enough to have her sucking in a sharp breath as even the slightest movement hurt. She felt heavier, her brain clouded and fogged, as if not quite all there. “Who’s there?”
“So. You are finally awake.”
She knew that voice - but she couldn’t see him. “Hondo?”
“You have left me in a very difficult position, Ahsoka,” he told her, his voice coming from near one corner of the room and she squinted to see, easing forward to be out of the direct light. “Had you just given up the crystals, none of this would have been necessary.”
“They weren’t yours to take,” she told him shortly as her memory came rushing back, pushing to her feet and forcing back a wave of dizziness. “Where am I?”
“Tsk tsk,” Hondo came into view as he stepped from the corner, visibly feigning regret as he shook his head, taking her aback when he hung his coat on a wall protrusion. It was even worse when, after a moment, she realized he was without goggles, helmet and gloves; the jangle of metal she’d heard had come from his distinctive braids and their clasps. “Do you think I have not learned my lesson when dealing with you Jedi? You are still on my ship, where you will remain, until I have acquired the fortune you will obtain for me.”
“Me?”
“I am a businessman, Ahsoka,” he told her, his gaze never leaving hers, “every endeavor must have a profit and, as the crystals are now beyond my reach, you will earn me that profit.”
His words held an undertone she couldn’t understand and she shook her head. “I’m not going to help you get more crystals; I can’t.”
“Why sell crystals when I can sell you?”
She couldn’t help it; she laughed. “Me.” Her head still hurt, her mind foggy, cloudy and murky and she couldn’t think straight, but somehow that struck her as funny. “You can’t sell me, Hondo, I'm not yours to sell.”
“On the contrary, my dear, female captives with beauty such as yours fetch a high price in the slave markets and there are those who would pay much, very much more, for the chance to tame a Jedi.”
There was enough of a threat in his congenial tone that Ahsoka’s training kicked in and she dropped into a defensive stance, trying to clear the sluggishness in her mind. “I won’t let you sell me.”
“You are as good as already sold my dear,” his tone was regrettable. “I know someone who will be very interested in having you added to his collection.”
“I’m not for sale.”
“No; not anymore,” he agreed and Ahsoka backed up a step as he started to undo the cuffs on his shirt, her leg hitting the bunk. “There is a contingency to the agreement however; one I must see to personally.”
“Don’t come any closer,” she warned him, her mind spinning.
“Or what, you will use your laser swords on me?”
Even as disoriented as she was, Ahsoka was under no impression he’d left them to her. She didn’t feel their familiar weight on her hips and she certainly didn’t know where Hondo had hidden them. “I don’t need a lightsaber to kick your ass.”
“Ah, that energetic spark I do so enjoy so much about you! Come then; attack me. Earn your freedom!”
It was an invitation and a challenge all in one.
“You asked for it,” Ahsoka thrust both hands out before her, intending to slam the pirate into the wall as she reached for the Force – to find nothing. No glimmer of power, no mystical energy at her fingertips. The Force was silent, as if she’d been completely cut off, and the first shiver of unease skittered down her spine.
"I am waiting, Ahsoka."
She tried again, concentrating as she never had before, struggling to reach the Force within her, only to find the same glaring absence; the same vacant maw where it had always been. Licking her lips, she glared at Hondo and tried a little false bravado. "I will if I have to, just stay there."
"You would if you could, you mean." He was smug in his victory. "You Jedi are not so tough when you cannot access the Force."
He knew. The knowledge was in his eyes, his voice, for her to see and she eased away another half step. “What… what did you do to me?”
“Me?” Hondo laughed, staying where he was as he pulled the tails of his shirt from his pants, his gaze never leaving her face. “I have done nothing. An acquisition of mine after the last time I dealt with you Jedi; very expensive and very rare, but worth every credit.”
“What…” Ahsoka slid her foot to the side, finally able to identify the feeling that had been plaguing her since waking, and determined to put some distance between herself and Hondo; his matter of fact manner was eerily at odds with the fact he seemed to be disrobing. “Is it permanent?”
“I am told it is not; perhaps we shall test it when this business is all over with, yes?”
“What business?”
“I have no wish to make this harder on you, my dear,” he didn’t answer her question as he undid the clasp to his pants but took them no further. “Cooperate and it will be over quickly.”
“And if I don’t?”
“You will not like the consequences.”
She didn’t like the sound of that. Despite the fact that Hondo had been unreasonable when he'd come after the younglings, he'd always been reasonable in the past; perhaps losing the Force would be the worst of it. If she could just get through this, bear it and see it as a part of her training, she might be able to find an avenue of escape. Her answering question, as a result, was cautious and didn't commit her to anything. “Just what is it that I’m supposed to cooperate with?”
“Very simply put, I must ensure that your new Master is not the first male you have copulated with.”
Copulated.
Ahsoka knew she paled; she felt it as the blood drained, the chevrons on her montrals faded to such a pale blue they were almost white as the hue of her skin took on a sickl, pale orange tint. Her eyes widened as she stared at Hondo, certain she must have heard him wrong. "I'm sorry - what?"
"Copulated. Joined. Mated. Coupled. Shared Relations," Hondo listed off several synonyms before laying it out in black and white. "A woman such as you has had intercourse before, yes? This will be as pleasant, perhaps more so, as those times."
"I've nev-" she bit her tongue before she could finish, taking another half-step back, easing her way towards where she'd spied her boots on the other side of the room. The unease that had started to build was quickly moving towards a panic she couldn't allow him to see. "I think I'll pass," she amended. "You're not really my type."
He tsked again, shaking his head, and resumed his advance on her. "So young. I had hoped you would cooperate, Ahsoka; it would have been better for you."
They moved at exactly the same time, Ahsoka dropping into a crouch and a lunge, going for her boots and the activation controls to the door she'd spied a bare half second before, even as Hondo reached for her.
He missed, his fingers grazing the end of the lekku that hung down her back as she tightened into a roll and came up by her boots, slapping her hand against the door's controls as Hondo cursed behind her, collecting himself.
The door didn't open.
No.
She tried another series of numbers, this one more complex, getting another red light, time slipping through her fingers, wishing she had a lightsaber.
No.
Pressing another sequence, she tried again, knowing she didn't have the time she needed to slice through it properly and she needed to get away now.
Red light.
NO!
Slapping her hand against the control console, she willed it to release her.
Open; please open!
Any second Hondo was going to catch up with her and, no matter her protest or refusal, he would do what was necessary to guarantee his profits.
She'd seen her fate in his eyes and she was determined to do everything she could to escape it.
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Hondo watched as the young woman attempted to exit the room, frantically pushing the buttons in various sequences and completely unaware that it was a biometric lock; until he let her leave, she wasn't going anywhere.
Such a shame she was fighting this, he mused as he crossed his arms over his chest and waited for her to realize he wasn't going to grab her. Ideally he’d have liked her to concede, to make the experience one worth repeating.
The young Jedi was a passionate woman. As a willing partner, would he have been able to sample that passion? Alas, he would likely never know.
"The door is locked, Ahsoka."
"Then give me the code and let me leave." She rounded on him, her eyes blazing in their defiance, but also shadowed deep within by trepidation. "I won't be a part of your... of what you intend."
"You seem to think you have a choice. No. I will make do with the profit you and your lightsabers will bring; in fact, you will make me a very wealthy man."
"Take the lightsabers and the crystals if you want them," she offered, though she was truly in no position to make the bargain, "I'll even pull them out and give them to you if you'll just let me go."
Toying with her a little, and enjoying it, he appeared to consider her offer and then heaved a sigh with a shake of his head. "Alas, no. Two crystals will not bring me the same profit I would have received for five, nor a fee on par for what I will ask for you."
"Touch me and I'll kill you."
"Without the Force, I am more than a match for one scared girl."
"You don't scare me."
He couldn't help the laugh that bubbled from him. "Ah, young one, only the stupid are not scared when they are faced with the unknown. The unknown is full of profitable possibilities, of chances we would not otherwise get."
"This is one chance I'll pass on."
Hondo didn't reply, simply looked at her defiant stance for a moment, smiled - and then made his move. His steps were sure but swift, crossing towards her with deliberate purpose.
Ahsoka threw her boots at him, which he deflected with an upraised arm, and then, to his delight and surprise, she darted to the side, kicked off the wall and attempted to round house kick him in the head. Graceful and powerful, the move had the hallmark of training and he reacted with his own.
Ducking under the assault, he reached to grasp her trailing leg, his fingers closing about her ankle and used her own momentum against her. Dragging her down, he assisted her into a controlled fall, keeping her off balance so not to try it again.
But she was good.
Caught through she was, she didn't give up.
Thrashing back and forth, she slammed her opposite heel into his wrist, numbing his hand, and Hondo growled, losing patience. He had a job to see to, a buyer to confirm and it all hinged on ensuring he could personally assure the buyer his merchandise was gently used and not coming to him as a completely clueless and useless body.
His forearm came up to catch hers, his wrist twisting as he let go of her leg, back stepping her towards his bed. They traded blows, Ahsoka ducking and darting, seeking a method of escape and any way to gain the upper hand, but Hondo knew his quarters and his ship, and was confident she could and would find nothing.
They came at one another again, trading a series of blocks until, twisting his wrist as he turned into her body, preventing a further assault, he caught hers within the grip of his thumb and forefinger before spinning around in a lightning fast move. His other hand was free for just a moment and he used it wisely, catching the seam of her battle dress, and tearing upwards and out from underneath the hem.
Ahsoka gasped, still writhing, and Hondo shoved her arm up between her shoulder blades, making her still and cry out, arching onto her toes in an attempt to avoid the pain. The position left her vulnerable, her body cocked at an awkward angle, her free hand unable to reach around to break the hold. Without the Force, she was completely at his mercy.
"I did warn you that this would have been far easier and more pleasurable if you had simply cooperated," he murmured the words against her cheek, tightening his grip. "Now it will be an unpleasant matter for us both."
"Don't do this, Hondo," she gasped, on the verge of begging. "We can find another way to get you your fortune; the Jedi Council-"
"Deals almost strictly with credits and will not ransom a Jedi," he finished, well aware of what her council would and would not do. "I will not deal with them, as the refuse to deal with me."
"Then deal with Lux Bonteri, the Senator from Onderon."
"The boy whose fortune is tied to the democracy of his planet?" He'd read about the Bonteri boy and been unimpressed. No matter how old the money in the Bonteri family, the fortune wasn't vast enough for the price Hondo could and would set. "Ha! He would never be able to afford my asking price."
Ahsoka tried to step forward as his hand moved back into the gap created by the torn seam of her uniform, his calloused fingers finding the satiny smooth skin beneath. His hand curved over her hip, pulling it back and drawing her buttocks firmly into the apex of his crotch. Her struggles ceased as she stiffened, feeling the length of his erection pressing into the seam of her backside.
"Please, Hondo," she did beg now as she tried to move away from his touch. "I don't want this."
"I'm sorry, my dear," he continued to slide his hand up her skirt, through the ripped stitches, working it into giving way as he held her captive against him, her arm locked tightly upwards to prevent further struggle. "Trust me when I say this is only business. "
"Hondo, please-"
"No," he told her flatly. "You have robbed me of a veritable fortune; it is only right you repay me somehow."
"How do I repay a fortune you didn't even have your hands on yet? You're missing credits that aren't yours to count!"
"The credits would have been mine if you had not interfered," he reasoned, thrusting his hips against her even as she tried to get away and failed. "Thus, it is your responsibility to make reparations in a way I know I will get my credits."
"No, Hondo; I don't want this. I don't want you; please don't do this."
"I'm afraid, my dear, that things have progressed too far already." Using the hand under her clothing, Hondo began to gather it together at the line of her stomach, sliding the fabric up and away from her backside where his aching length was suddenly more interested than it had been before.
A sharp pull on her wrist with a cry of pain nearly broke his grip as flesh met flesh, his tumescent length bare and aching, having long since been released from his pants, and pressing up the satiny skin of Ahsoka's back and buttocks as the fabric was pulled away. Her leggings were just that; they stopped mid-thigh and he was pleasantly surprised, unable to resist teasing her.
"Commando, Ahsoka? Tsk tsk; what would your master Skywalker say, hm?"
"Please don't."
Ignoring her, he used the leverage on her body to bend her slightly forward and took a look down her straight, supple back. Even with her bare behind pressed firmly against his crotch and one arm basically running the length of it, she was something to behold.
Her new master would be thrilled.
Still, she would not get a new Master if he did not finish what needed to be done before making the call to place her on the market.
"Hondo." His name was almost desperate on her lips, but he ignored her. "Hondo; please."
"It is just business, young one." Sliding back, he eased a little distance between them, the hand on her hip grasping hard as he spread his fingers and use his thumb as a guide. Her whole body tensed as he first probed her, smelling her, her denials and pleas falling on deaf ears as Hondo focused on the credits her sale would bring.
That thought in mind, he eased the tips of his knobby, Weequay cock into her tight, virgin slit and, as her body tried to rebel against the intrusion, to prevent it, thrust home.
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Ahsoka saw red.
Blinding, intense pain, unlike anything she'd before felt, rippled through her as Hondo shoved his cock forcefully into her body. Every ridge, every protrusion, grated against her sensitive flesh, tearing and sundering her body’s natural resistance as a shrieking scream of denial that was torn from her throat.
Her knees gave out.
She practically crashed to the floor with the pirate leader's cock still inside her. His still covered chest pressed against her back as he released her pinned arm to ensure they didn't land too heavily. It brought her no relief that his length slipped partially from her body as his braced above hers.
Over her.
In her.
Her own arms had stretched to catch herself and, as she belatedly realized she had that control back and made to move, Hondo's hands moved first. Catching her almost painfully by the hips, his fingers dug in with deliberation as he bodily lifted her upwards and back, slamming her fully onto his pulsing shaft once more.
A sound that was more a sob than a shriek, filled her ears as he began to move her back and forth, catching and rubbing her raw with the width, breadth and unusual anatomy of his cock, his balls slapping against her tender, torn flesh.
Struggling to get her feet under her, she was suddenly dropped back to her knees with another cry as he tightened his grip on one hip, pressed his other hand between her shoulder blades, and began to move faster.
"Hondo," Desperate to put an end to it as she scrambled for some kind of hand hold that would allow her to pull herself free. "Hondo; stop! Please stop!"
"I cannot," he told her evenly, his words slightly breathless. "I must be able to say you have taken my cock; that you have known one man to completion."
Ahsoka choked on the bile that rose in the back of her throat, her whole body jarred with each shallow thrust that followed the long ones. She ached, her lower body almost numb from the abuse, the slide of his body within hers the only feeling left. Like raw skin over a field of dull razor blades and broken glass, the penetration was agony, but not enough to send her into shock. She whimpered with every move, every slide, every lunge of his body as it pierced the innermost recesses of hers.
The desire to get away, to escape, pushed her onwards and urged her to move, echoing in the back of her mind while, with the abuse already well into fruition, another part of her mind said to just let him finish; once it was done, it was over with and she could collect herself and regroup then.
Hondo's hands moved then, from her hip and back, drawing her up with the briefest of struggles as he used gravity and a grip on her breasts to draw her up and down his cock. The tightness of it within her body was overwhelming as she felt it swell, gaining in size, enough to make her shriek as she writhed on his lap to escape the tumescent horror within her.
She grasped his hands, her nails digging in and drawing blood as she tried to break his ironclad grip. Her struggled had no effect on her captor and Hondo's hold on her tightened, his hips moving a fraction faster, slamming the engorged organ within her again and again as she begged for him to stop.
Until, suddenly, he did.
His hands at her breasts tightened unbearably, his whole body arching behind her and tensing as, with a final, vicious thrust of her hips downwards, his came up and he began to shake.
A gush of warmth erupted almost painfully within her, easing and soothing the internal burning with an unfamiliar stinging pleasure-pain sensation. A sob catching her throat, she felt the durasteel shaft within her soften, her conscious mind only able to grasp the fact that this torture was over, as she weakly shifted, falling forward and, when Hondo made no move to stop her, crawled painfully out of his arms.
A sticky, gooey mess dribbled and dripped between her legs, her joints and insides feeling as if they'd been abused with a droid gate smasher. Shaking, she moved as far away as she could before fearing collapse and curled into the nearby corner, wrapping her arms about herself as she stared with wide eyes at the man who'd assaulted her.
She was too weak to run, too weak to fight back much more and, as she stared at him, her heart skittered in fear as she waited for whatever came next.
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Hondo didn't move.
He fought for a moment to catch his breath, reflecting on the fact that the Padawan's fight had been in her to the very end; his buyer would enjoy that. His client preferred them lively and looked forward to breaking them eventually, providing he didn't have to fight the initial fight.
Still sitting where she'd left him to be, he watched her watching him; the shock and wariness in her expression couldn't be helped. He'd done what was necessary to secure the deal that would make him a very, very rich man.
It was simply unfortunate that she hadn't been able to see things his way.
With how passionately she'd fought to escape him, he could only imagine how passionate she would be with a willing lover. It was a true shame he would never find out.
Still mostly dressed, her skirt only partially torn up one seam from bottom to hip, her leggings pulled down only slightly, she looked like a disheveled child; a child who, he knew first hand, had the body of a woman. A body that, despite its initial rejection of his male form, had been coerced and forced into acceptance.
Yes.
His investor would be very pleased.
Pushing to his feet, he saw her flinch, her eyes dropping to the now flacid cock that was disappearing as it shrank, sliding back under his shirt. Comfortable once more, he did up his pants and tucked in his shirt with a few no-nonsense moves.
"Now, my dear, let us put this unpleasantness behind us." Rubbing his hands together, he rolled down the cuffs of his sleeve, buttoned them in a smooth move and went to retrieve his helmet, gloves and goggles. "I can now tell my investor what I believe is a fair price for you and you... you will repay your debt to me in full."
Ahsoka looked away as he came towards her, pushing herself back up against the wall. She opened her mouth to say something and then didn't.
Hondo crouched next to her, watching as she stared at something beyond him, and shook his head. "Come now, my dear; this balances the scales between us once and for all."
She didn't answer and he sighed.
"I had hoped you would see that this was just business; nothing personal."
"Nothing..." she seemed to choke on the phrase.
"No," he agreed, ignoring the look of incredulity she was wearing, his tone deliberately as amicable as it normally was, "it is not. This is business, Jedi and you are good business.”
A gasping, gagging sound came from Ahsoka.
Hondo frowned. “If you must be sick, my dear,” he pointed back towards the bed they’d never used and to a small door near it, “do so in the fresher, hm?”
Pushing to his feet, he moved to the door on the other side of the room and, allowing her to watch, undid the biometric lock. “We are several days from my contact’s home world, Ahsoka,” he offered her a faint smile. “By the time we get there, we will have shared much more and you will no longer be so scared of me, yes?”
As he was leaving, he glanced back to catch the shudder that ran through her small, almost broken frame along with the clenching of her hands as she tilted her head at him defiantly.
Good.
She would need that spirit to survive where he was taking her and the better she showed it, the more handsomely he would be paid. He was looking forward to having a new fortune to spend.
TBC
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Defiance's Price