Chapter 4: The Forest's Lesson
The cold air bites my bare skin as Shin drags me by the collar through the underbrush. My feet, naked against the moss, sting with every step, the forest floor still wet with dawn's dew. The leather strap of the collar cuts into my throat, and I stumble, trying to keep my balance as she yanks me forward with a cruel laugh.
She found me like this. Bound, spent, still naked from Anakin's claiming. He left us both in a tangle of rope on the bed, and when I woke, it was to Shin's hands wrapping that collar around my neck and hauling me out of the ship before I could even think to resist. The morning air is sharp and clean, a stark contrast to the stale scent of sex that clung to the cabin.
"Where are you taking me?" I hiss, my voice raw.
Shin doesn't answer. She just tugs the leash again, leading me deeper into the canopy where the trees grow closer together, their gnarled branches intertwining like grasping fingers. The light filters through in pale shafts, turning the mist golden, but there's nothing beautiful about it. It's a cage, these woods. A beautiful, suffocating cage.
She stops in a small clearing, the trees forming a rough circle around a patch of moss that looks almost like a bed. I can see the ancient tree she's chosen, its trunk thick and scarred, roots breaking through the earth like veins. She turns, and I finally see her face properly in the light.
Her eyes are hungry. There's a wildness there, a bottomless need that makes my skin prickle. She's still wearing the marks Anakin left on her, bruises blooming on her collarbone, her lips swollen. But she holds herself like she won. Like she owns this moment.
"Here," she says, her voice soft but commanding. "Kneel."
I don't move. I can't. The collar yanks me down before I can decide, and my knees hit the moss with a soft thud, the impact jarring through my thighs. I look up at her, my montrals burning with fury, my eyes narrowed.
She smiles, slow and satisfied. "Better."
She kneels in front of me, close enough that I can smell her, the scent of night-blooming jasmine clinging to her skin. She reaches into the pouch at her belt and produces the glass tube, the oil catching the light and shimmering like liquid starlight.
"You remember this," she says, uncorking it. The fragrance washes over me, heady and cloying, and I can already feel phantom sensations ghosting across my skin from the last time. "Anakin gave us both a gift last night. But he's gone now, isn't he? Off to deal with whatever distractions Baylan has cooked up for him. A long, long day ahead of him, I think."
I bare my teeth. "You won't get away with this."
"I already have." She tilts the vial, and the oil pours out in a slow, shimmering ribbon. It lands on my chest, warm and thick, spreading across my breasts in a lazy path. The sensation hits me immediately, a sudden rush of heat that makes my nipples tighten into hard points. I gasp, my back arching involuntarily.
Shin watches, her eyes tracing the path of the oil as it seeps into my skin. She pours more, a generous amount, coating my tits until they gleam in the pale light. My nightcloth from last night is gone, stripped away in Anakin's passion, so there's nothing between her and my skin. Nothing but the slick, warm oil that makes every breath a pleasure.
"Since Anakin left us both spent and bound," she murmurs, setting the vial aside, "I think it's time I teach you what it truly means to serve. Not just him." Her fingers touch my chin, tilting my face up. "Me."
I try to pull away, but the vine she summons from the ground moves with a whisper, snaking around my wrists and yanking them above my head. The bark of the tree presses against my palms as she ties the vine tight around my arms, anchoring me to the trunk. I'm spread-eagle against the rough wood, my body fully exposed to her, the oil making my skin glisten.
"There." She steps back, admiring her work. "That's better."
She circles me, slow and deliberate. I can feel her gaze sliding over my body like a physical touch, lingering on the curve of my hips, the thatch of hair between my thighs, the oil-slick valley of my breasts. I should be furious. I should be spitting threats and promises of vengeance.
And I am furious. But my body is already beginning to betray me, the oil working its magic, every brush of air against my skin feeling like a caress. My thighs press together, a weak attempt to deny her the response she's clearly seeking.
Shin notices. Of course she does.
"Already feeling it, aren't you?" She runs a finger down my spine, from the base of my neck to the small of my back. The touch is electric, and I jerk against my bonds, a small sound escaping my throat. "Your body knows what it needs, even if your mind keeps fighting."
She stops behind me, and I feel her hands settle on my hips. Her breath is warm against my ass, and I can feel her smile against my skin. She traces the curve of my cheeks, slow and possessive, and I can't stop the shiver that runs through me.
"Anakin had you from behind," she says, almost thoughtfully. "I could feel you tightening around him while I watched. The way you moaned when he filled you. It was beautiful, really. A woman completely lost to pleasure."
My cheeks flush hot. "Shut up."
She laughs, low and warm. "I've been thinking about this. All night, while I listened to you sleep. About what I'd do to you when I got you alone." Her fingers slide between my cheeks, finding the place Anakin claimed last night. I'm still stretched, still slick from his release, and I can feel her tracing the sensitive rim with a feather-light touch.
"What a shame," she murmurs, "that he filled you so thoroughly. We'll have to give you something to remember him by."
I feel something cold press against my entrance, something thicker than her finger. The plug she produces from her pouch is dark, almost black, coated in the same shimmering oil. She lets me feel it against me, teasing, pressing just slightly before pulling back.
"Please," I gasp, not sure if I'm begging for it or for her to stop.
She doesn't ask which. She just presses the plug against me, and my body gives way, still loose from Anakin's assault. The tip slides in, and the oil makes everything slick and smooth, a thick pressure that stretches me wider than I expect. I cry out, my hands clenching into fists against the tree bark.
Shin pushes it in slowly, inch by inch, until the base is flush against my skin. I'm full, so full, the pressure making my head spin. The oil is warming inside me, sending pulses of sensation deep into my core. I can feel my cunt clenching around the plug, trying to push it out, but it only seated it deeper.
"There," Shin breathes, her hands settling on my hips again. "Now you're stretched for her while I enjoy myself."
She kneels behind me, her breath warm against my slick thighs. I feel her tongue swipe up my fold, from my entrance to my clit, a long, slow lick that makes me cry out. The oil has made everything a thousand times more sensitive, and her tongue feels like fire against my flesh.
She moans, low and pleased, and does it again. Licks me open like I'm something delicious, like she's been starving for the taste of me. I can feel her fingers spreading my folds, giving her access, and then her tongue lashing at my clit, quick and insistent.
I'm straining against the vines, my body arching, my hips pushing back against her mouth even as my mind screams to resist. But there's no resistance left in me. The plug inside me pulses, the oil singing through my veins, and Shin's tongue is relentless.
"You taste like him," she says, pulling back just enough to speak, her lips slick with my arousal. "Like he marked you. But I'm going to make you taste like me."
She dives back in, two fingers sliding into me alongside the plug, curling up to find that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. I scream, a raw, broken sound, my body shaking against the tree.
She works me with vicious skill, her fingers pressing and rubbing while her tongue circles my clit. The plug shifts inside me, filling me perfectly, and I can feel my orgasm building, a wave cresting at the base of my spine.
"Come for me," Shin commands, her voice muffled against my flesh. "Come for me and I'll let you rest."
I come hard enough to see stars. My body convulses, my inner muscles clenching around the plug and her fingers, my scream echoing through the clearing. She stays with me through it, her tongue gentling, lapping up the proof of my pleasure until I'm trembling and boneless against the tree.
When she finally stands, her face is flushed, her lips slick, and there's a hunger in her eyes that hasn't been satisfied. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, smiling at me as I pant and sag against my bonds.
"That was a lovely start," she says. "But we have all day."
The plug pulses inside me, and I whimper, knowing she's right.
The plug pulses inside me, and I whimper, knowing she's right.
But Shin doesn't move toward me. Not yet. She stands there, watching me with that satisfied half-smile, her eyes roaming the length of my trembling body. The oil has soaked into every inch of my skin now, and the morning air feels like a caress, each stray breeze making me shiver and gasp against the rough bark.
"You're so beautiful like this," she murmurs. "Broken. Waiting. Not a single word of defiance left in you."
"Fuck you," I spit, the words coming out breathless and weak.
She laughs. "There it is. I was wondering when you'd find your tongue again."
She steps closer, and I tense, waiting for her next move. Her fingers find my entrance, sliding between my oil-slick folds with almost casual ease. I'm still sopping from my orgasm, my cunt clenching around the plug, and she traces the sensitive rim of my opening with two fingers, circling the base of the plug.
"Wide open," she notes. "Anakin really did a number on you. He trained you well, didn't he? Taught your body how to take what it's given."
"Stop talking about him," I growl.
"Why? Does it make you wet? Thinking about how he took you while you looked at me? How I watched you come undone on his cock while his fingers worked me toward my own peak?" She pushes her fingers in, just past the first knuckle, and I gasp. "You were so loud, Ahsoka. So hungry. You wanted it so badly, even while you pretended to resist."
The fingers push deeper, joining the plug inside me. The sensation is overwhelming, the oil making everything slick and hot, and I can feel my body welcoming her despite the rage burning in my chest. My hips shift, trying to find a better angle, and she notices.
"Ah, ah," she chides. "No moving. You're tied to that tree for a reason. You don't get to grind against my hand like a bitch in heat. You take what I give you, and you're grateful."
I want to scream at her. I want to tell her I'd rather die than be grateful for anything she does to me. But the fingers curl inside me, finding that spot again, and my words dissolve into a moan.
"There we go," she purrs. "That's better. No more fighting. Just let me feel you."
She works me slowly, drawing out every sensation. Two fingers sliding in and out, pressing against the plug, rubbing against my walls. Her thumb finds my clit and circles it with agonizing patience. The oil has made me so sensitive that every touch is a small explosion of pleasure, my nerves firing like lightning through my body.
I can feel my orgasm building again, slow and inevitable. My thighs tremble, my body trying to press closer, to chase the feeling, but the vines hold me firmly against the tree. All I can do is take it, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
"That's right," Shin whispers, her face close to mine now. "Come for me again. Show me how much you need this."
I hate her. I hate the way she makes me feel. I hate that she can read my body so easily, that she knows exactly how to touch me, how to push me toward the edge and hold me there. And I hate that my body responds to her so willingly, that I can't stop my hips from thrusting against her fingers even as I try to pull away.
"I—" I start, not sure if I'm going to say 'I hate you' or 'I'm going to come.'
"Shhh." She silences me with a kiss, her lips soft against mine. "Don't ruin the moment."
The surprise of it makes me freeze. Her lips move against mine, slow and searching, tasting me, claiming me. Her fingers keep working between my legs, relentless, and the kiss, the taste of her, the slide of her tongue against mine, pushes me over the edge.
I come with a cry into her mouth, my body convulsing against the tree, my inner muscles clenching hard around her fingers and the plug. She swallows the sound, kissing me through the orgasm, and when she finally pulls back, I'm gasping, my lips slick with her.
"That was beautiful," she murmurs. "You're so obedient when you're coming."
I pant, my chest heaving, the oil gleaming on my skin. "I'm going to kill you."
"Not today." She pulls her fingers out, slick with my release, and brings them to my lips. "Taste yourself."
I turn my head away, refusing. She grabs my jaw and forces me to look at her, those hungry eyes burning into mine.
"I said taste."
I have no choice. She's stronger than me, and I'm bound and exhausted. I open my mouth, and she presses her fingers against my tongue. I taste myself, the sweetness mixed with the floral notes of the oil, and I hate how good it is.
"Good girl," she says, releasing me. "Now let's try something else."
She walks around me, behind the tree, and this time I can't see her at all. I hear her rummaging in her pouch, the soft rustle of leather and metal. My imagination runs wild, and I feel my pulse quicken in fear and unwanted anticipation.
"What are you doing?" I call out, trying to sound defiant.
"Patience," her voice drifts back, smooth and amused.
The vines around my wrists tighten slightly, pulling my arms higher. My body stretches, my feet barely touching the ground now, and I gasp as the shift in position makes the plug press deeper. I'm completely vulnerable, completely at her mercy.
Then she's back, appearing from behind the tree like a spirit. In her hand is a thick vibrator, wicked-looking, slick with oil. My eyes widen.
"No."
"Oh, yes." She kneels in front of me, holding the vibrator up so I can see its size. It's not as thick as the plug, but it's long, curved at the tip to reach that spot inside me. She turns it on, and the low hum fills the clearing, making the air vibrate.
"Let's see how much you can take," she says, sliding the vibrator up my thigh. "I'm going to fill you properly. The plug in your ass, this in your cunt. I want to feel you come with both of them buried deep inside you."
"Please," I whisper, not sure if I'm begging her to stop or to do it.
She ignores the plea either way. The vibrator presses against my entrance, and the hum sends tremors through my entire body. She pushes it in slowly, inch by inch, and I feel myself stretching around it, my walls parting to accommodate the intrusion.
I cry out, a long, broken sound. The plug in my ass presses against the vibrator through the thin wall between them, and the sensation of being so completely filled makes my head spin. She bottoms out inside me, the base of the vibrator flush against my skin, and then she switches it to its highest setting.
The buzzing is intense, deep, and it hits me all at once. My hips jerk, my back arches, and I scream. She holds the vibrator in place, watching me come apart, her expression hungry and triumphant.
"That's it," she murmurs. "Let it take you."
Between the plug and the vibrator, I'm overwhelmed. The oil has sensitized every inch of my skin, and the vibrations travel through me, making everything resonate. I'm shaking, my body flush with heat, my brain short-circuiting with pleasure.
She kneels between my spread legs and leans in, her mouth finding my clit again. The double assault is too much. My orgasm crashes over me like a wave, violent and all-consuming. I scream, my voice ragged, my body convulsing against the tree.
She doesn't let up. She keeps the vibrator pressed deep, her tongue lashing at my clit, and I come again, a second orgasm ripping through me before the first has even fully subsided. My vision whites out, and I can't tell where I end and the pleasure begins.
When she finally pulls back and turns off the vibrator, I'm barely conscious. My head lolls, my body limp against the vines, and I'm panting like I've run a marathon. The plug is still deep inside me, a dull throb of fullness.
Shin stands, wiping her mouth. She looks down at me, breathing hard herself, her eyes bright with satisfaction.
"See," she says softly. "You can last. There's a good girl in there somewhere."
I can't even summon the strength to insult her. I just hang there, limp and gasping, my body a wreck of sensation.
She steps closer, cupping my chin, tilting my head to meet her gaze. Her thumb traces my lower lip, smearing my own arousal across it.
"We're not done," she says. "Not even close. But I think you've earned a moment to breathe."
The vines release me, and I crumple to the moss, my knees giving out. The plug shifts inside me, and I whimper at the sensation. She lets me lie there, sprawled and shaking, my body glistening with oil and sweat.
She kneels beside me, stroking my hood, gentle now. The tenderness is almost worse than the cruelty.
"You'll learn to love this," she says. "In time. You'll learn to need it, to crave it. And when you do, you'll come to me willingly."
"Never," I rasp.
She smiles, a slow, knowing smile. "We'll see."