Anakin was determined to utterly subjugate his student-turned-consort in a way she would never forget. But then… what of Padme? He seemed to Ahsoka to exude an air of power, his sunlit features so dignified and rugged that she couldn’t help but stare in awe and be silently grateful for having been granted the honor – nay privilege – of training under such a distinguished Jedi Knight. As she started to collapse, her master growled, “I’m not done with you yet, Snips. mercy!”
Her master however was ruthless in his defilement of the young trainee, thrusting himself in and out of her as though he were possessed. Indeed, she looked not unlike the slave girls Anakin had witnessed on Tatooine as child, forever bound to the Hutt Clan’s brothels just as Ahsoka was now bound to him, perhaps for life. I figured after our little communion with the Force last night, we could use a little extra rest.”
“But Master…” Ahsoka protested. And nothing more.
