...ed by his nubile padawan. "What is, Master?" she asked inquisitively.
"Snips, did I say you could talk?" Anakin said sharply.
"Master, I didn't mean to--"
"Come here!" he demanded, beckoning her with a flick of his wrist.
Timidly, little Ahsoka approached her master, holding his blanket to her chest.
"Drop it." he ordered, to which she promptly obeyed... her arms limply falling to her sides, the blanket falling to her feet.
Anakin took a brief moment to eye the naked Togruta girl from head to toe. He then grabbed her arm and pulled her nimble body close to his. Ahsoka felt at once a sense of dread as well as arousal, her master's gloved bionic hand slowly wrapping around her pretty neck. "Master--!" she gasped.
"So delicate." he whispered. "So young and pure." Upon saying these words, Anakin at last released his grip but before little Ahsoka could react, her lithe form was pushed against the wall with her back to her master. She felt exceedingly vulnerable as Anakin pressed up against her, forcefully grinding the hardness of his clothed crotch into her soft bare buttocks.
"Master, it's hurts!" cried Ahsoka. "Please, I don't wish to commune with the Force today!"
"Be silent." was her master's only reply.
As the leather of Anakin's glove reached downward towards her nether region, Ahsoka bit her lip to stifle her desperate cries of pain.
Relentlessly the Jedi Knight r...