Star Wars: Padawan's Punishment ch.1

Author's Notes: Follow up to Padawan's Paradise, intended to be the first of several parts! The girls have been pretty bad so far, but what will happen when they get caught?

And of course, HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY (or Happy Single Awareness Day, depending!) to all my lovely, slippery little tentacles! Hope you have a great one, regardless of how you spend it!

[story] [fu(x3)] [anal/DAP] [all characters are 18+ years of age, regardless of your feelings or thoughts on the timeline]

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‭The time spent aboard the Gray Pilgrim was, for three padawans, among the most intense and viscerally… rewarding, of their young lives. Ahsoka Tano, Barriss Offee, and Maris Brood had arranged for themselves to have all the privacy (and supplies) they could possibly need to make the best out of their time away from the galactic war. What had initially been seen as a sort of dull stasis, a withdrawal of responsibility and trust, had now become what amounted to an erotic vacation – three beautiful girls with a vast supply of toys and costumes, exploring and pleasuring one another in any and every way their minds could fathom.

Even now, the three were entangled with one another – with Barriss wincing as Ahsoka slowly pushed her slick orange girldick into her ass from the front, taking her place along Maris’s. After having had her fun as the dominant participant for their last several ‘training sessions,’ the slender mirialan was finally getting her comeuppance, dressed up in a white corset and garters while her two partners closed in on her from either side, easing their hard cocks in and out of her tight, clinging backside. “Intense, isn’t it?” Maris whispered into the girl’s ear from behind. “Doesn’t seem quite so simple when you’re on the receiving end, mm?”

“Nnngh… b-but it’s… nnNAHh…!” Barriss wailed out as the two members pushed deeper into her, sucking in a deep breath as the naked girls behind and before her began to slowly thrust forward and back, sliding their slim shafts back and forth across each other even as they used them to doubly invade the green-skinned padawan’s tight back entrance. In all honesty, she couldn’t find words to describe how they felt inside of her, like they were testing her will, concentration, and elasticity all, in the pursuit of driving her up to greater and greater heights of profane pleasure. As much as she’d enjoyed being uncharacteristically dominant – as much as it had even, perhaps, awakened something within her – submitting like this to the two beautiful young jedi was very much its own reward.

“Mmn, and she’s so tight,” Ahsoka purred, nuzzling into the crook of Barriss’s neck as she pushed her hips forward faster and faster, each time relishing the sensation of her friend’s asshole snugly engulfing the throbbing orange rod of her girldick. “Tighter even than you were, Maris.”

“If you were trying to surprise me, Barriss being a tight-ass was never exactly low on my list of expectations,” the zabrak giggled back. “But, unnh, fuck, you’re right, she feels so good. And the way your cock keeps rubbing against mine… ffffh….” Maris was getting visibly closer to climax, biting down on her dark lower lip as she thrust up again and again, going faster and faster as she became absorbed in the raw sensations, consumed by her lust, her passion. “Hnnhh… I don’t have much more left in me….”

“H-hold on,” Barriss winced, “I’m almost there, just… j-just keep going,” the mirialan begged breathlessly, eyes squeezing shut, thighs clamping around Ahsoka’s slim waist as she thrust her hips forward and back again and again. Now that she had adjusted properly to the double-penetration of her ass, she was enjoying it more than ever, her own slender girldick throbbing hungrily against Ahsoka’s belly. “Nnnghaaah…!”

“Fuck… mmn, come here,” Ahsoka whispered, leaning in to plant a long, hard kiss on Barriss’s lips, starting to thrust harder and harder into her. She took a moment to just let herself indulge, in not only the pleasure, but the connection that could be felt when three Force-users made love, that body-and-soul tingle that told her they were joining in more than just flesh, doing something that was more than carnal, that was beautiful in its own delicious way. The togruta could feel her own ecstasy mounting higher and higher, if not quite yet matching Maris, whose cock she could feel straining eagerly against her own, throbbing with the inescapable need for release.

The three thrust and pushed against each other faster, deeper, harder, their skin beginning to shimmer with sweat, eyes slipping shut as they immersed themselves in one another. The first cry of climax, the first to truly give in, was Maris Brood, her slim shaft unloading pump after pump of her hot seed inside of the mirialan girl’s double-stuffed rear. What ensued, though, was a chain reaction, with an insignificant difference in timing between when Ahsoka and Barriss hit their own orgasms – the former from all the sudden extra heat and wetness inside the tight hole she was drilling her orange girldick into, and the latter from the bursts of sticky warmth shooting up into her, finally bringing her ass the satisfaction it had been needing.

A few moments of silence passed as the three padawans collapsed into one another, petite figures draping across the cushioned and decorated crates that they’d turned into their own private fuck-nest. Their breathing finally began to slow as the rush of ecstasy ebbed, their wet, naked figured still keeping the green girl sandwiched snugly in the middle.

“Just what exactly are the three of you doing in here?”

The question dropped like a heap of salvage, the sound of the cargo hold door hissing open going unnoticed until it was followed by the icy, dispassionate voice of a jedi master. Barriss’s eyes went wide, first with pleasure, then shock, then horror, the mirialan given the best vantage point to see the person – no, people, four people – who had just entered the room the girls were meant to be guarding. None of them were faces Barriss was eager to see, but one in particular was most certainly the worst: Luminara Unduli, her own master.

Standing beside Luminara were two other jedi, masters Shaak Ti and Aayla Secura, and behind them, a senator of the Republic, one only Ahsoka had had particularly close dealings with – Padmé Amidala.

“Gah!” Barriss gasped out, struggling to push Ahsoka away from her, though this, if anything made the situation worse – revealing that she was hilted on Maris’s shaft, her own sleek girldick half-hard and her belly coated with her own cum. She scrambled to sit up and disengage fully, though chaos was now breaking out more completely as the other two padawans realized that their sanctuary had been breached. Ahsoka threw her hands over her own member in an awkward attempt at concealing it, letting loose a string of excuses and platitudes that came so half-formed and rapid fire as to more closely resemble Huttese than Galactic Basic.

Only Maris seemed to take the intervention in style, biting her lip and scooting back a bit on the crate she’d been sitting on. The place had been thoroughly decorated in the days the girls had been here, with various unused costumes and cushions having been repurposed into furniture of a sort. The young zabrak let one leg dangle over the edge of the crate while stretching the other out, leaning back and watching with a look of wry amusements as things unfolded.

“When you were given the responsibility of guarding this contraband,” Shaak Ti began, her voice distant, but not cold, “we did not expect the three of you to fall so quickly to temptation.”

“We didn’t– I mean–” Ahsoka began anxiously, trying to find words, “what I mean to say is we were already–”

“Already?” Aayla arched a brow, the twi’lek folding her arms across her chest, causing her already-mouthwatering cleavage to be displayed even better.

“We… had grown distracted by our impulses, during training. Even before you and Master Plo came to check on us,” Ahsoka said, her eyes falling to the floor. She and Barriss had backed up fully against the crates, shyly attempting to conceal quickly-softening penises, though Maris Brood left her remaining erection in full view, as if quietly relishing the embarrassment, drawing greater arousal from it.

“It would seem, then,” Shaak Ti continued, “that this transgression stemmed from a lack of not discipline, but education. You may be training to be jedi, but you are nonetheless girls, and girls will have… natural urges.”

“I think you’re quite correct,” Padmé nodded along, stepping to the forefront. Unlike the others’ jedi robes, or Master Secura’s traditional twi’lek attire, the senator wore black pants and a wine-colored jacket, both fitted tightly to her slender figure. “I know padawan Tano intimately, and while she may be daring in battle, I’ve always known her to have a pure heart.” She paused for a moment of quick contemplation, locking eyes with Ahsoka, though her intentions remained as of yet unclear. “While I understand it is not my place, master Jedi, I may have a suggestion.”

Luminara folded her arms across her chest, regarding the senator with an imperious curiosity. “I am interested to hear your input, senator,” she said softly, though her voice carried a slight warning tone, one suggesting that her interest may well have been overstated.

“These girls seem to simply be exploring each other, not forming problematic attachments,” Padmé proceeded cautiously. If she could get Ahsoka out of this situation with only a slap on the wrist, it would be worth a bit of awkwardness. “Perhaps it would be wise to simply indulge them, and… get it out of their system, so to speak. Like smoking an entire pack of death sticks all at once.”

There was a moment of silence. Barriss looked to Ahsoka in horror, who returned a sheepish shrug. Finally, it was Aayla Secura who spoke. “This is certainly an… unconventional idea,” she said hesitantly, clearly finding flaw with the plan, but unwilling to rebuke a republic senator outright. “Perhaps it would be better for these padawans to be dealt with as their own masters see fit.”

“Barriss is my padawan,” Master Unduli said thoughtfully, bringing her gaze back to the naked green teen, and appearing to think things over more than the other two jedi. To Padmé’s ultimate surprise, she eventually offered a nod of approval. “I agree with Senator Amidala. Their punishments should fit their transgressions, and this gives us the opportunity to ensure they are not forming… unhealthy attachments.”

Shaak Ti mused over the idea for a moment longer, though like Aayla, she seemed surprised both by the proposition in general, and by the taciturn Master Unduli’s quick acceptance of it. She settled her gaze on Maris, who seemed to be eagerly awaiting a decision, lacking the visible unease and shock of her two peers. “Your master still has not returned for you, has he Maris?”

“He hasn’t,” the zabrak admitted, though looked strangely unbothered. Perhaps she thought that a lack of a clear superior meant she would get out of this situation without any sort of recompense. “At this point, he is likely… erm.” Maris shook her head. It was almost certain that her master had either been killed, or had intentionally abandoned his padawan – neither of which Maris was eager to contemplate or discuss.

“Then I shall discipline you in his absence,” the togruta nodded, her admission arousing a spark of disbelief in Aayla.

“You’re actually planning to go along with this?” the blue-skinned jedi asked. It was certainly an unexpected change of pace – the twi’lek had often been admonished for considering sensuality as a tool, and was even criticized for her outfit. Now, hearing these esteemed jedi masters planning to fuck their own padawans into submission was… certainly unusual. Though, if she participated, it would rob the others of any ammunition to use against her in the future. Finally, she simply shrugged. “Very well. In light of Skywalker’s absence, I can punish his padawan.”

“I’ll join you,” Padmé brazenly invited herself. “As I said, I’m familiar with Ahsoka, and…” she tried to hide a small, wry smirk, “...and I’d hate to not make myself useful.”

“It’s settled, then,” Luminara retreated a half-step towards the door to the cargo hold, assuring herself that it was properly closed and sealed – and that whatever scandalous things were about to happen in this room didn’t leave it. Even as she tried to retain her placid exterior, the mirialan’s heart was pounding in her chest. She’d been waiting entirely too long for a chance to fuck her padawan, and despite the other jedi seeming to need some convincing, she wasn’t going to get an opportunity this clear and obvious anytime soon.

Taking the initiative even before Padmé herself, Luminara began to slowly strip out of her robe, drawing a muffled squeak of anxiety from Barriss as her master began to bare herself. Visibly more physically mature than the three padawan’s, Luminara gradually exposed her creamy green skin, her elegant, robust hips, her full, firm tits – and, as she finally let her robe slip to the ground entirely, also revealing her impressively long, thick cock. The thing was perhaps just under twice the length of Barriss’s own, a distinction made all the more imposingly clear as the girl’s master approached, pinning one hand behind her padawan and pressing her hardening girldick against Barriss’s smaller, slimmer one.

“Master, I…” Barriss began, her eyes flickering as if about to turn downcast, before raising once more to meet Luminara’s gaze. Instead of going silent, an uncharacteristic note of defiance entered her voice, as if she’d come to accept her fate was determined to meet it with dignity… and perhaps, with pleasure. “I accept any punishment you see fit, master.”

“You’ve matured, in your time here,” Luminara said thoughtfully, holding her padawan’s gaze as if waiting to see if Barriss would eventually look away. “Grown… emboldened. Perhaps it is a better thing than expected. Very well, then, padawan – why don’t you show me what you’ve learned. Treat me the way you’ve been treating your little… girlfriends.”

A sheepish blush crept over Barriss’s freckled features, but, after a moment, she nodded. “I know not if you understand what your request entails… but if that is your punishment for me, then I shall abide by your decision.” She reached down to gently squeeze her master’s girlcock against her own, joining the two shafts side-by-side and pressing in close. “But first, we’ll need a change of clothes. It’s all part of my… process.”

Meanwhile, Shaak Ti had less ulterior emotions to conceal. Maris was beautiful, yes, but also rebellious and defiant. If this was going to be a punishment, she had to ensure that it would be a proper punishment. She, too, disrobed, though a bit more ceremoniously, removing and folding each garment one-by-one and setting them gently on one of the unoccupied crates. Like Luminara, she had a more mature build, though hers was surprisingly athletic for how well-hidden it was by her robes, with stunning legs and thighs belying an increasingly active lifestyle during the Clone Wars, though with a slimmer waist and smaller tits than Luminara. She did, however, bear a similarly impressive member, even unhardened, and Maris found her gaze drawn quickly towards it – she’d taken two at once before, yes, but Barriss and Ahsoka’s dicks lacked she sheer heft of the thick red cock she was now anticipating. “It has been some time since I’ve engaged in this sort of… recreation,” Shaak said hesitantly, her member slowly beginning to rise as she looked up and down the pallid zabrak’s petite, naked figure, “but if exhausting your desires is indeed a meaningful path towards expelling them, I am willing to do so. However, I do mean to do exactly that – exhaustyou.”

Maris bit gently at her lower lip, scooting back on the crate and spreading her thighs, revealing her partially-erect member, and below that, the tight, creamy pucker of her asshole, neglected for some time while the trio had tended to Barriss’s needs. “You promise…?” Maris’s voice was teasing, but seductive – this was going to be fun. “You’re really going to exhaust my tight ass, mistress? As hard and as deep as you can?”

Shaak Ti blinked, taken aback somewhat from the girl’s eagerness. With this many Force-users present, and emotions running high, it was difficult to get a clear, clean read on Maris, but one thing was certain – the girl needed training and discipline. Any more time spent without a proper master could lead her quickly to darkness, and the togruta would have to take it upon herself to steer her away from that path. Finally, she inhaled, and nodded. “Yes.”

Only a few feet away, Aayla offered a little nod to Padmé. “It’s rare I am able to indulge my sexuality,” she said hesitantly, letting so much slip only because her peers were already nude and preparing to descend on their own padawans. “I do hope you are… confident in your suggestion.” The twi’lek wore the unease of someone who had been suppressing her urges for some time, but she finally began to follow suit to the other two jedi. She tugged her tight leather top up over her head, kicking off her boots and beginning to shimmy free of her snug, matching pants, revealing herself to be the slimmest of the three masters, if only marginally. Her cock, too, was slightly smaller, if by perhaps half an inch, barely enough to notice – and certainly not to the disappointment of Padmé or Ahsoka, who both looked on with drying mouths and swelling erections. Aayla moved with the grace of a dancer, exhibiting a sort of internal, essential sensuality that wasn’t matched by the more placid, direct movements of the other jedi.

Senator Amidala, too, stripped bare, sporting a shorter height and less muscle mass than the warriors present, along with a somewhat smaller cock, somewhere between the masters and padawans. Rather, she had a sort of soft, demure beauty and elegance, with her expressive, intelligent eyes only rivalled by her flawless tits. “I am, as much as I can be. And even if things don’t go exactly according to plan…” she sidled up behind Aayla even as the twi’lek loomed over Ahsoka, the senator’s hardening member prodding gently against the jedi’s rear, “...I’m sure we’ll find other rewards.”