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Repopulation	By : FigoFygo Category: +S through Z > Star Wars Rebels Views: 1360 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-1 - Confusion
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“Sabine?”

The girl had been walking through the marketplace on her way to the bank when the woman’s voice from behind rang her mind like a bell. Her name, Sabine, was one of the handful of things that she knew about herself. She had awoken alone in a small apartment in a residential district of Ord Mantell’s central city. Every day, she had risen, done a set of exercises and stretches, then walked three blocks through the market to a small bank, where she withdrew five credits. She would then use the money to buy enough assorted foodstuffs for two solid meals, never saying more than a few words. After returning to the apartment and eating a meal, she would then meditate for several hours, eat a second meal, and then go to sleep. She had done this exact process for one hundred and fifty days now, with this being the one-hundred and fifty-first. It wasn’t until this very moment that Sabine found it strange that she had been perfunctorily carrying on this routine without ever questioning why. She had never found it strange that she just knew that she had to do exactly what she had been doing for one-hundred and eighty rotations. She had never found it strange that she had no memory prior to that first morning. Until now. Because the woman’s voice sounded familiar.

“Sabine? Is that you?”

Sabine turned around to see a human man wearing an eyemask and a green-skinned Twi’lek woman in a flight suit rushing towards her.

“Sabine!”

The man sounded oddly emotional when he said her name.

“Y-yes,” Sabine stammered, “I’m Sabine. D-do I…know you?”

—

Sabine screamed every profanity her years on the streets had taught her. But no words escaped her lips. Instead, a rasping female voice, ancient and malicious, rolled off her tongue like drips of stale wine.

“She is a feisty one,” the voice said aloud.

“No matter,” echoed another, similar voice. This one was deeper, and although definitely female, was tempered by the male vocal cords that produced the sound.

Sabine had the disturbing sensation of feeling her body moving without her command. Her hands reached down to her hips, drawing the blaster pistols she’d owned since she was a child, and casting them aside onto the floor of the cave that Sabine found herself imprisoned in. It had only been a few minutes since Ezra Bridger, the sweet moronic imbecile that she had come here to save, had run out of the cave with the Dathomiri menace Maul. He hadn’t come back.

Sabine watched as her own hands slowly stripped off first her gloves, then her beskar cuirass, then her boots. Her eyes panned until they viewed Kanan Jarrus, the Jedi that she had accompanied here, sitting on the rectangular altar. For the first time, Sabine was seeing the older man bare-chested. With growing horror, Sabine realized that her arms and upper body were busy shrugging off the upper portion of her bodysuit. With a slight rush, she felt the cool air rush across her chest, causing her nipples to tingle. For the first time, Sabine was thankful that Kanan no longer had the use of his eyes. The specter controlling her continued to undress Sabine’s body until she was nude. Sabine had scarcely felt more terrified in her life.

“What do you want?!?”

Sabine screamed the question in her mind.

“Your cooperation,” the voice answered.

“Who are you?”

“We,” the voice crooned, “are the Nightsisters of Dathomir. In a manner of speaking, you are one of us now. We require the use of your body, as ours were slain long ago.”

“What are you going to do with my body?”

“We shall use you as a vessel. Though this may be humiliating for you, we shall be careful custodians. Your body shall be returned to you when we are done, and no harm will have come to it. It will save you much anguish if you do not resist. You may even enjoy what happens next…”

As the words reverberated in her mind, Sabine felt a spike of pain, and then a slight wave of pleasure, as her own fingers pinched down on her left nipple, rolling it around slowly. The sensation was repeated as her right hand began doing the same thing to the corresponding breast. Her hands began softly kneading, producing a new set of sensations. Of course, these were sensations that Sabine had felt before, and she caught herself wishing to feel more. But now? In front of Kanan?

“No,” Sabine shouted in her mind.

“Yes,” the specter replied.

Sabine felt a warmth growing in her lower abdomen as her unbidden hands snaked across her butt and into her inner thighs. She would have drooled at the sensation if she was in control of her own body. Her heels scooted apart, letting her womanhood breath. A mental moan escaped Sabine as her hands massaged her thighs and labia. Another came forth as a finger traced a slow ring around her clitoris. Eventually, a second finger joined the first and massaged the little nub until it stood red and erect. Sabine felt the massage slack off, then felt the pads of a finger caressing downward until it plunged into her opening, forming a hook shape. It startled Sabine just how moist and slippery she already was. As if to gloat, her possessed hand was withdrawn and raised in front of her face, displaying a string of Sabine’s natural wetness between two fingers. Sabine’s eyes focussed past her upraised hand, and Sabine was once again greeted by the sight of her mentor in an even further stage of undress. He was sitting on the altar with a perverse grin on his face, although the glowing eyes once again reminded Sabine that this was the ghost’s doing, not Kanan’s. His left hand slowly stroked his penis, which appeared fully erect. Sabine’s own fingers went back to work, slowly working her womanhood like a flame urging a kettle to a boiling point. Sabine felt her knees tremble as her lower body convulsed slightly, and she let an unintelligible sigh echo through her mind, in spite of the circumstances.

“Did you just climax, young one?”

The voice in Sabine’s head had a mocking tone, but the question was valid.

“No,” Sabine lied.

“Your body says otherwise, I think. You are ready.”

“For what?”

“Our first attempt.”

“Our first attempt? At wha…?”

Then Sabine understood. It made perfect sense. The foreplay, the bargain that Maul had spoken of, the trap that had been laid. They were going to use Kanan and herself as some sort of surrogates to parent a new generation of offspring.

“NO!”

Sabine’s howling scream of rage and discontent was even louder than it was the first time.

“It is time that you recognise that you are not in control here,” said the Nightsister, “This is not a choice. No matter how much you struggle, no matter how much you protest. What will be, will be.”

“NOOOO!!!”

“Yes.”

Sabine felt her legs moving, walking her body forward until she stood between Kanan’s legs. One of her hands reached out and took hold of Kanan’s penis, stroking it steadily. The other hand resumed its place between her thighs, a finger gently playing with her opening. Eventually, her body shifted, and one of her legs lifted neatly over Kanan’s leg. The hand that had been stimulating Kanan dropped down to rest on the cool marble altar. Sabine felt her body pitch forward as the ghost moved to climb on top of Kanan. The older man’s erection grazed her stomach. Sabine let out a renewed stream of vitriol, but found that it still accomplished nothing. However, the spirit seemed to relent, gracefully lowering Sabine’s leg back to the cave floor.

“Would this be easier,” the rasping voice intoned, “if you did not have to look upon this man?”

Sabine thought hard. For the second time, the idea of giving in flickered into her mind. This time, it flared bright, like a fresh candle. It would be just one time, then Ezra will have come back, and pregnancy isn’t a guarantee, with just one time, she reasoned, besides, Kanan would never know that she actually gave in of her own accord.

“Yes,” she finally acquiesced.

“You view this man as a mentor, yes? A father figure even? I can understand your…scruples.”

Sabine’s body turned on her heels. Her hands found places on her hips and then reached around her butt to spread her cheeks. Before Sabine could protest, she felt her knees bend slightly. The tip of Kanan’s penis grazed across her vulva and collided with her clit. Reversing course, the glans of the penis made circles around the clitoris. The other ghost was playing with her.

“That felt good, didn’t it?”

“No.”

“Admit it, young one,” came the rasp.

“Just get on with it,” Sabine groaned.

“As you wish.”

Sabine’s hips dropped a little further, and the tip of Kanan’s penis slid between her nether lips. Her hands landed on Kanan’s pelvis to control the descent. Every nerve ending in Sabine’s womanhood activated in turn. If she’d had control of her mouth, Sabine would have moaned the whole way down. The penetration continued until her butt was firmly bracketed by Kanan’s thighs. A slight shift in her brought a slight spike of pain followed by pleasure as Sabine’s cervix was nudged from side to side.

“Not inexperienced, I see,” said the Nightsister, “Your friend is not poorly endowed.”

A touch of pride flickered into Sabine’s mind. In the years since she’d left her family, Sabine had kriffed many beings, both male and female, many times for many reasons. Twi’leks, Duros, a Miralian diplomat, even a Devaronian merchant three times her age who had been out drinking to avoid his wife. The humans she’d slept with, mostly off-duty Imp scum she was in the process of scamming, hadn’t left much of an impression. The thought was lost as Sabine’s hips began to pump up and down, slowly and rhythmically, washing her mind in waves of pleasure. It had been so long since she and Ezra had found time…

“I hope, for your sake,” rasped the Nightsister, “that your promiscuity has not revealed an impotent womb.”

Sabine realized that the ghost was privy to her memories.

“Why?”

Even as the ghost answered, Sabine knew.

“If you are not viable, we will have to dispose of you and your friend once we find someone more suited to our purposes.”

It was hard for Sabine to concentrate. The waves of pleasure and confused emotions were too much.

“I thought…you said you were just…borrowing?”

“Only success will be rewarded,” said the Nightsister, “Not failure. Besides, our methods work best with a willing participant.”

Sabine couldn’t respond. The words fell away. The tension in her lower extremities was building fast. Sabine let out a moan, and was shocked that it echoed through the cave. The ghost had released the magic that had been immobilizing her vocal cords.

“Yes, young one,” the Nightsister gloated, “I think you do like this, indeed. Our spells will not allow utterances disloyal to the sisterhood.”

Once again, Sabine moaned aloud, relieved of one horror but still burdened by the other.

“It is alright, Sister,” the voice in Sabine’s mind said, in as close to a soothing tone as possible.

Sabine could feel small streams of sweat and natural lubrication leaking down her thighs. She could feel her clitoris buzzing and the pressure in her pelvic muscles and the ache in her womb…

“This is so wrong,” Sabine gasped, the word never leaving the confines of her mind.

“It is alright,” crooned the Nightsister, “he won’t remember anything when this is over. No one will know.”

Sabine’s moans took on a higher pitch, the echoes forming a resonance.

“You can give in. You don’t have to be afraid.”

Sabine’s clouded mind reeled. The thought of surrender, once a candle, was consuming her consciousness. She lost control, her mind wishing for her hips to buck harder, and they did. Whether it was the ghost’s doing, or her own, she did not care.

“I…,” she sputtered through a moan.

“Yes, child?”

Sabine’s next words rang with a sense of jubilation.

“I…give in! Kriff! Kriff! I’m cumming! Ah!”

Sabine saw stars dance on the ceiling as her eyes closed for the first time in what felt like hours. She felt her whole body convulsing as waves of electric pleasure overtook her. As the ecstatic tide receded, leaving Sabine trembling, Kanan exhaled sharply, and his body stiffened and shuddered. His hips bucked slightly, nudging the tip of his penis against her cervix. Sabine gasped as the sudden thrust morphed into a pulsing surge of liquid warmth.

“Sabine Wren,” said the voice, “welcome to the Sisterhood.”

Sabine was dimly aware of her body once again moving unbidden. Sabine’s butt lifted free of Kanan’s loins. His penis slipped free of Sabine’s vagina, eliciting another involuntary gasp. Her body awkwardly resumed a standing position with thighs clenched together, and stiffly sidestepped around Kanan’s leg. Before Sabine knew it, she was lying face up on the smooth stone altar, staring up at the ceiling. Sabine guessed that minutes had passed. Like the altar, the roof of the cave was mirror smooth, and in the green torchlight, Sabine could clearly see herself. Her arms and legs were splayed out spread-eagle. Even in the blurry reflection, a small pool of pale liquid was visible on the dark stone between her legs. She could feel Kanan's seed slowly leaking out of her. Her vision blurred, and a blanket appeared over her, lending a much needed sense of comfort and security.

“Sleep now, child,” crooned the voice in her head, “Sleep. You have done well, my sister.”

Sabine’s mind roiled slightly. Images of her loved ones floated lazily through her mind.

“I’m sorry, Kanan. I’m sorry, Ezra. I’m sorry, Hera.”

She tried to say the words aloud, but they stuck in her throat.

“This is the only way,” she whispered, and the world once again went black.
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