Blue

Chapter 1

MAJOR WARNING: This fic is about Ahsoka's experience with Atai Molec on Zygerria. I will put content warnings in each chapter. This fic is about sexual slavery and includes rape/non-con elements.

Content warnings: Violence, Non-con groping, Atai Molec being a major creep

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Ahsoka woke up in a cage.

It was better than a cell, but considering she was in the Zygerrian slave empire and none of her friends were with her, the circumstances weren't great.

It took a while to orientate herself, the electrocution taking a toll on her brain, making her feel sluggish. It was hard to think, but she knew enough.

Their mission had failed.

Anakin, Obi-Wan and Rex were all captured along with her, though she didn't know where any of them were. She hoped one of them had been able to contact the Council for reinforcements.

The last thing she remembered was hanging in a cage over the city, Atai Molec taunting her. She had tried to throw him off the building, and he had shocked her to unconsciousness in retaliation.

Someone must have brought her here, but she didn't know who. Ahsoka shivered at the thought of Zygerrians handling her body, touching her skin. Who knows what they might've done to her whilst she was unconscious.

Slow down, Tano. One thing at a time. Focus on the facts.

She was alone. Her costume was still in place, as was the dreaded shock collar. She could feel welts beginning to form on her neck from the electrocution, as her montrals felt sore as the metal jewellery had conducted the electricity and singed them slightly.

She noticed there was a pair of lightweight cuffs on her wrists. Testing them out, Ahsoka could tell they were suppressing her from the Force. She couldn't sense Anakin or Obi-Wan, it was like she had been submerged underwater.

Damn Zygerrians. She hated Force-suppression.

Ahsoka took some deep meditative breaths. She knew better than to start panicking, even though she was worried about what would happen to her now. Clearly, the Queen intended to keep her in the palace for a while, but that might change.

She tried to be rational. Yes, she was a prisoner now, but she didn't know if the Zygerrians would be stupid enough to try to sell her. Surely, the Jedi must know that something went wrong.

The Council would step in before something bad happened, she was sure of it.

Feeling slightly calmer, Ahsoka shifted inside the cage and mindlessly brushed the lingering dust from the arena off her aqua blue skirt.

She remembered arguing with Anakin about having to wear this outfit. Her species were sexualised enough without having to put her on display like this. Anakin wasn't keen on flaunting her around like a piece of meat, but he knew that it would draw the Queen's attention.

In the end, Ahsoka reluctantly agreed. Saving the Togrutas was the priority, and if this hideous outfit was what it took to save her people, Ahsoka would suck it up.

The cage was surprisingly spacious. Granted, she couldn't stand up or stretch out her legs, but it was large enough to sit with her legs crossed.

Her new accommodation was situated inside one of the palace bedrooms, as she recognised the portraits of former Zygerrian monarchs from when she and Anakin initially met the Queen.

There was a large bed in the middle of the room that made her feel uneasy. It was lavishly decorated in maroon, silk sheets and fluffy pillows. This room was easily the size of the Council Chambers, perhaps even larger.