Ahsoka's Task

Chapter 3 The Wet Side of The Force

Leaning against an immense pillar of the Jedi Temple, the young Togruta looked idly around for her contact. Clicking red knee-high combat boots together, the Padawan crossed her arms across a dark red tube top that contained her small but ample breasts. A slight breeze curled around her and she was thankful for white stockings that she had on. Air currents played with the purple-pink waist-tie that hung from a practical miniskirt of the same colour as her top. Feeling despondent, Ahsoka started to leave when she noticed a thin figure in a tight-fitting red dress. Realising the identity of this figure, Ahsoka set her predatory eyes upon it and mentally appraised its obvious beauty.

Padme rushed down the great halls of the Jedi, looking around constantly for Ahsoka. She came to the intersection of two huge pathways, each corner adorned by a gigantic pillar. The Senator stood still, looking, with one hand on her hip.

She decided to keep searching when she heard a low, almost undetectable moan from behind the massive support nearest to hear. Curious, she slowly crept over and noted that, though no moaning could be heard, shallow, rhythmic breaths were audible. Back against the pillar in question and directly opposite her quarry, Senator Amidala was about to pounce when she felt the strangest sensation run across her breasts. What was even weirder was that the feeling had come from within her clothing. Padme stopped to think when another caress, this time more forceful, swept down her chest and ran past her leg. She gasped as the ethereal touch flew gently past her inner thigh, stimulating deeper depths of feeling that she had never experienced with Anakin. What is this? She thought, as her eyes tried to seek out this phantom.

Another moving stroke flittered along her, this time going down her chest, spinning around to her back and across her perfect arse. Goose bumps began to appear on her arms as she fought to control herself in the face of this pleasurable onslaught. Padme appeared bewildered and was about to run when yet another of these touches slid from her shoulders, down her back and arse and turned towards her tight womanhood. She drew a deep gasp as the sensation began to circle the entry point of her vagina over and over again. The Senator felt as though her legs would give out, and, a few moments later, they did.

She fell to the floor as multiple caresses flew about her body, stimulating her breasts, her waist, her arse and her vagina. Practically writhing on the floor of the Jedi Temple in pleasure, Padme was vaguely aware and thankful that no Jedi were around to see her. Or were there?

Senator Amidala whimpered slightly as all the independent 'phantoms' converged on the already wet folds of her pussy. Suddenly, they seemed to stop. Padme used this time to drag herself over to the pillar so that she could sit up, legs splayed out. All of a sudden, she felt all the 'phantoms' combine together to form a long solid mass. The Senator could have guessed what was going to happen next.

With all the force and vigour of a wampa in heat, the phantom rod rammed into Padme, sending bursts of ecstasy into her brain. In and out, the phantom pole went, increasing in speed and, somehow, length with every stroke until Senator Padme Amidala of Naboo was filled with the ghostly member. She cried out in joy and slammed her arms against the pillar, trying to brace herself against the assault.

"Aaaaahhhhhhh! Oh my Godssss! Yeeeesssssssss!" she screamed, unable to control her love and utter lust for whatever was doing this to her.

Her red-clad legs bucked wildly and her tightly wrapped chest heaved with uncontrollable desire against the plated floor of the Jedi Temple. Her amazingly gorgeous brown eyes were wide open, praising the heavens for what she was receiving.

"Give it to meeeeeeeeeee!" she yelled, feeling herself close to climax.

The 'phantom' member did not stop, nor did Padme want it to stop. Padme's breath came in shallow groans and her body convulsed in absolute ecstasy. She felt herself come and she screamed to the very atmosphere of Coruscant as her juices flooded the area around her. The 'phantom' rod gave a few more strokes and then vanished, brushing past her lips as it split up and flew away. In complete happiness, Padme Amidala of Naboo fell into the waiting embrace of unconsciousness.

Only when Ahsoka was totally satisfied that Padme was out cold did she emerge from behind the pillar, from behind her puppet-master vantage point, a wicked smile upon her orange and white face.

"Damn, I'm good!" she said to herself and removed the Senator to a more private place, where they could discuss more important matters.