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Star Wars TK: Ahsoka VI - Hysterical Hijack (F/F, feet only)

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(This takes place at an indeterminate time during the Clone Wars before Barriss's betrayal.)

Star Wars TK: Hysterical Hijack

O-O-O

“Flying is for droids.”

Ahsoka Tano had heard Master Obi-Wan Kenobi say that to Anakin once, and she had never understood quite what he meant until her current mission. The red-skinned Togruta was on the Republic vessel The Eagle’s Ascent, though Ahsoka would have thought a name like The Chicken’s Coop would have been more fitting. The ship was crammed full of republic soldiers and citizens from an evacuation mission, and Ahsoka had been delegated to small, claustrophobic quarters in the cargo hold. She wasn’t there often, which was a consolation, but sleep was hard to come by with the constant sound of noise and movement all around her. Several of the citizens were having less-than-pure thoughts too, which was making her perceptions of the Force murky on this overpopulated vessel.

Ahsoka’s official capacity on this ship was bodyguard – she was escorting esteemed Senator Chuchi back to Coruscant after a senatorial mission. Senator Riyo Chuchi was a female, Pantoran politician who hailed from the Pantoran homeworld of Pantora, who had done a great deed for the Republic in successfully convincing the Outer Rim planet Iridu, a planet rich in precious metals, to join the Republic. The planet’s governors had also sent a bountiful gift of precious metals to be presented to the Senate as part of the initiation ceremony. Ahsoka’s mission was to ensure the precious metals and the Senator remained secure, and as missions went, this had been one of her cushier assignments. The biggest challenge she had endured was a particularly persistent Twi’lek who seemed to think he had a chance with the comely, purple-haired, blue-skinned senator. She had been on the ship for about a month now, with all the various stops the Republic cruiser was making. She stared up at the ceiling, yawning as she tried to sleep in heruncomfortable bed. Soon the mission would be over and she could go back to the Jedi Temple – she thought of Barriss and all the misadventures she had had since their last tickle-filled meeting. Ahsoka closed her eyes and went to sleep in her cramped quarters with a smile on her lips.

O-O-O

Noush Shadowmane chuckled to herself as she made her way across the halls of The Eagle’s Ascent – so much for vaunted Republic security! It had been pure Pazaak, pure child’s play to make her way on-board the vessel, tagging along with all the refugees that had been herded onto the ship like sheep, though her custom stealth-suit which rendered her invisible to the naked eye had helped. Noush had been in the business way too long to be in the habit of underestimating her foes, but she marvelled at the credits the Separatists were paying her for this mission. She had been commissioned to steal this cargo of precious metals, shiny jewels and the like, as it would make the Republic look bad and force Iridu to reconsider its position. The only catch was the on-board vault where the goods were stored had an access code, half of which is known by Senator Chuchi and half by Ahsoka for security purposes. It was an annoyingly-clever suggestion, but Noush had confidence in her own abilities. You didn’t succeed in this line of work without a healthy dose of confidence – after all, how hard could it be to make some prissy Senator and Jedi brat squeal?

The only question was who would be first.

O-O-O

Senator Riyo Chuchi reclined at her desk, her blue fingers stapled together. Being a senator, her quarters were considerably larger than the other rooms on the large vessel. She had a desk, a cushy bed and the room didn’t have the same dry metallic smell that seemed rampant around the rest of the ship. She had gotten used to the noise of the ship, with all its regular comings and goings, so she didn’t give a second thought to thumps along the door of her room after she casually gave a cursory glance and didn’t see anyone. Her eyes returned to her notes, and seconds later, her head slumped onto her desk as a sleep dart jabbed her in the neck and she fell unconscious.

---

Chuchi’s pale golden eyes fluttered open, and she found herself on her bed. She woke up groggily and wondered if she had just experienced a bad dream, but the bondage around her body quickly dissuaded her of such a notion. She had been crudely wrapped around in her own blankets, snugly.

She looked around and failed to see anyone in the room, and grunting to herself she called out loudly, wondering if she was being pranked. To her shock, a grinning dark-haired figure suddenly coalesced out of nowhere, like some kind of ghostly apparition, but the calm and collected Senator was too rational to accept such an explanation.

“Impressive stealth suit technology,” Chuchi said coldly, by way of greeting. “Who are you?”

“Oh, you know,” the black-suited woman said with a mischievous smile. “Just someone who would like to score an exclusive interview with Senator Chuchi.”

“Interview? What are you talking about?” Chuchi said, her bright eyes full of confusion.

“That was a joke. Not my best one. I’m Noush Shadowmane, and I guess that’s why I’m a mercenary instead of a comedian,” the woman said, flicking her shoulder-length brown hair. “But enough small talk. Your vault code. Gimme.”

“You’ve come to the wrong person if you think I can be coerced,” Chuchi said, shaking her head. “Haven’t you heard about me? I have risked my life so much for my people. To die for one's people is a great sacrifice. To live for one's people, an even greater sacrifice. I choose to live for my people. There is nothing you can do to me."

“Oh blah blah blah. Big fancy words, Senator,” Noush said, rolling her eyes. “I personally can’t stand smooth-talkers like you – Fancy-pants politicians who think they can fix anything with some honeyed words, but we’re going to have one of your ‘negotiations’ right now.”

“The Pantora government does not negotiate with terrorists, which is what you are, whoever you claim to be,” Chuchi said, narrowing her large golden-yellow eyes.

“Too good to talk to me, eh? So be it. You stubborn fools always make me laugh, or would you prefer to laugh instead?”

Senator Chuchi’s mind was trying compute what had just been said when the brown-haired woman suddenly reached out with a pair of gloved hands and flicked her fingers across the senator’s soles. The senator was wearing her senatorial garb, including tan nylons, which provided little protection as fingers skated across soles.

“Whahahahat are you dohohohing!” Chuchi said, unable to keep the laughter out of her voice.

“What does it look like? Tickling you! No evidence left behind – it makes the perfect interrogation method! And oh so effective against pampered politicians,” Noush chuckled, as she dug in even more fiercely with her scraping fingers.

As Senator Chuchi gritted her teeth, she had to admit the ticklishness was surprisingly annoying – the constant guffawing was making her stomach hurt, and she hadn’t been tickled since she was a girl, so she had no idea her feet would be quite so sensitive.

And there was nothing she could do now but twist her mummified body from side to side as this sneering terrorist had free reign of her ticklish feet.

Chuchi didn’t want to acknowledge it, but the fact was her body felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable right now, with her wiggling feet propped up and free for this woman to torment in any way she pleased.The tight bonds wound around her body intensified the sense of helplessness. The worst part was the mercenary’s conceited smile as she played with Chuchi’s feet, pulling the blue toes back, and watching Chuchi squirm to each scratch, each flick, each line she drew down the ticklish sole. The fiend had started out slow and sent Chuchi into girlish giggles, but as Noush discovered more and more of Chuchi’s ticklish spots, like the base of her arch or the bottoms of the heels, Chuchi was laughing at the top of her lungs as devilish fingers fingers tickled at full speed.

The tickling didn’t let up for ten minutes, by which time Chuchi was shouting for a chance at dialogue – her own ticklishness was too much for her.

“I’m reheheheheady to negotiate! Lehehehehts tahahahalk abohohohout thihihihis!”

“Glad to hear it,” Noush chuckled, though her fingers never broke contact with Chuchi’s blue soles for a second. “Now here’s the trade. I have a pair of ticklish nyloned feet in front of me. I’ll give you them in return for your half of the access code to the on-board vault.”

“Thahahahahat’s nahahahat a fair trahahahade!”

“It isn’t. Would it help if I mentioned they were very ticklish?” Noush laughed to herself, as she spidered her fingers even more quickly up and down Noush’s soft and supple soles. “You need time to think. A long time to think. We have seven hours before the crew serves your next meal, let’s make them count, shall we?”

O-O-O

Ahsoka Tano stirred in her quarters, suddenly sitting upright in bed. She swore she had felt a disturbance in the Force. She got up, clipped her lightsaber to her belt and went outside the cargo hold, to see a pair of snogging Twileks who were thumping their tangle of limbs against the wall next to her room, which must have been what had woken her up.

“Get a room!” she yelled, and went back to bed.

O-O-O

Meanwhile, Senator Chuchi was not looking very senatorial as tears of ticklish laughter streamed down her face. The stealth-suit wearing tormentress had pulled out a rotating brush of some kind, akin to an electric toothbrush and was applying it with devastating effect on Chuchi’s nylon-clad soles. She would gleefully pull back the toes on one foot, as Chuchi desperately waggled and jerked about, trying to shake the foreboding fingers aways as they pressed into the sensitive digits, but the resistance would be destroyed as Noush enthusiastically scrubbed away at the base of the toes. Chuchi was thrashing and writhing on the bed as best she could in her tied-up state as Noush cleaned along and in between the toes meticulously with the toothbrush, carefully teasing in every little sensitive fold and niche.

“Shall we resume our negotiations, dear Senator?” Noush said, with mock sweetness. “You know, it occurs to me, I have associates on Pandora. How do you feel about the idea of us paying a visit to your family and friends? Plenty of laughter to spread around…”

The idea of spreading around such suffering was unthinkable, and Chuchi despised this mercenary for making such a shameless threat. There was definitely no honour among thieves.

“Fine, she spat. Have the code. Leave my people alone!” As a resigned Senator Chuchi recited the code for the smirking vixen.

“It a pleasure negotiating with you, Senator. Now forgive me while I pay a visit to your Jedi friend. Here’s a little thing to keep you entertained,” Noush pulled out a cord and tied the tickling tool to Chuchi’s reddened soles. She turned it on, and took one last look at the Senator’s contorted, mirthful expression before leaving.

“Now for the Jedi brat…”


O-O-O

Ahsoka was snoring loudly in her bed, determined to ignore any sounds the clanking tin hut they called her quarters might throw at her. She was solemn in her vow that she would not let gallivanting couples interrupt her sleep again. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore it all, even as the Force niggled in the back of her mind, but as she found herself drifting between sleep and consciousness, she felt a nagging sensation in her brain trying to wake her up. The sensation became more and more insistent, sending shivers down her spine, till it became clear that Ahsoka was not imagining things. There was unmistakably a presence.

Ahsoka sprang from her sleeping bag – at least she tried to. She only got up an inch before slamming back down onto the floor. Her sleeping bag seemed to have metamorphosed into a cocoon overnight, with cords tied around her ankles, knees, sides and arms. The sensation that had awoken her up was a pair of fingernails lightly pinching and wiggling her toes.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” a dark-haired woman with a Cheshire cat grin said. “I do hope you forgive the interruption – these toes of yours are just too cute…” Ahsoka shuddered as the strange woman pinched and teased Ahsoka’s littlest toe. She tried to conjure the Force, but suddenly she noticed the furry creature in a cage next to her bed – a Ysalamiri!

The woman followed Ahsoka’s gaze, and giggled, all the while continuing to stroke Ahsoka’s toes. “I brought a friend with me – couldn’t have your annoying Jedi powers get in the way of our conversation.” Ahsoka gulped as she stared at the notorious Force-blocking creature – the presence of such an animal lead to even more questions: just who was this woman, what did she want?

“Whahahat do you want?” Ahsoka shouted, trying to keep the trembles out of her voice (somewhat unsuccessfully) as the mysterious woman continued to stroke and stroke.

“I’ll be right with you in a minute,” the woman said, as if she was dismissing a fan asking for an autograph. “Let me play with these tootsies just a little more…” Ahsoka was not about to be docile and wait as her feet were being tickled, but she had to wait as the woman in the dark cat-suit continued her playing. She cupped the smooth tops of each shapely foot with her palms and moved each foot around – the bottom of the sleeping bag seemed to have been cut away with a laser which was why the soles were exposed, but Ahsoka was too busy trying to hold in her giggles to be bothered about her sleeping bag being destroyed.

The woman made Ahsoka’s feet flex back, to show off the deep arches without wrinkles. She tittered, and dragged a slow fingernail down the center of her sole, digging deep and sliding the fingernail up her arch; Ahsoka yelped. The fingers went back up to provoke the toes, but Ahsoka’s toes quickly scrunched defiantly. “Little Miss Jedi doesn’t like having her feet played with, does she?” the woman teased. “Don’t be a killjoy…”

The queer woman applied just the right amount of gentle pressure against the round bottom of Ahskoa’s supple heels to force them to spread and hooked a finger into all the little spaces between each one, tormenting the sensitive gaps between each toe. Giggling to herself, the woman switched feet after a few moments and did the same to the other foot.

“These feet of yours are just too cute,” the woman laughed, as she pulled her fingers away and gave Ahsoka’s soles a needed respite. “Couldn’t help myself – never tickled Togruta feet before!” she nodded her head, poking Ahsoka’s orange soles again. “But down to business. My name is Noush Shadowmane, and I will be your tickler for the evening.”

“Wait, what?” Ahsoka was so dumbfounded she honestly did not know how to respond, which in hindsight, probably had been why Noush had said that.

“I’m going to be tickling you, silly! Everyone knows how tough Ahsoka Tano is… glad I could finally get my shot at you,” Noush giggled as she reached out a single fingernail and dragged it along Ahsoka’s heel, marvelling at the way the Togruta Jedi jumped at even this slightest touch.

Ahsoka had no idea how the tales of her ticklishness had somehow become so widespread even this random nerf-herder knew about it, but she had much more pressing issues to deal with, as Noush dug into her soles with all ten fingers. Noush’s fingernails meandered all over Ahsoka’s orange soles, which were reddening by the minute; she would always make sure to give Ahsoka a little extra special stroking every time she stroked along the arches and the toes.

“I thought Chuchi was ticklish, but you’re so much more ticklish it’s not even funny! Well, maybe it is a little funny,” Noush grinned toothily, as she flicked her nails right on the extremely sensitive spot just below Ahsoka’s big toe. “You sure are laughing a lot!”

Ahsoka couldn’t deny the torrents of laughter that were billowing from her lips as her tormentor tickled her responsive soles effortlessly – yet why had no one come to save her yet? Surely they could hear her laughter! To her dismay, Noush seemed to read her mind and leaned in to whisper: “Don’t worry, I sound-proofed the room. We won’t be interrupted.”

The Yslamari sniffed the air, and walked around in its cage, the only witness to Ahsoka’s tickle torture as Noush’s nails scribbled faster and faster.

“Now, frankly, I could tickle you till the cows come home,” Noush stated, as she wormed a finger through Ahsoka’s toes and wiggled frantically. “Yet I’m afraid to say I am on the clock here. I hope that doesn’t disappoint you,” she said sarcastically, as she raked her fingernails around the smooth ball of Ahsoka’s left foot.

“Juhuhuhust whahahaht dohohoh youhihihi wahahant!” Ahsoka bellowed in ticklish frustration. A bit of tickling she could handle, but she had just been tickled far too much these past few days.

“Nothing major,” Noush said, pausing to tickle Ahsoka’s ankles and the tops of the feet. She kept Ahsoka in more agonizing tickle-fuelled anticipation as the distraught Jedi waited to hear what these demands were. “Just your half of your code for the on-ship vault. I like me some pretty rocks. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

Ahsoka wanted to say “I won’t let you sabotage the Republic’s negotiations with Iridu!” but Noush was currently scratching her fingernails right into Ahsoka’s tender arches, so it all came out as “Ihihihihihi wahahahahant lehehehehehe ohohohohohoho gahahahahsh!”

“You need to mull it over. I understand,” Noush said, with a mischievous smirk as she pulled away from Ahsoka’s soles for a second and reached into her pocket. “Besides, I brought a toy I’m just dying to play with…”

Noush pulled out a varnished feather, black as her catsuit. She used one gloved hand to push back Ahsoka’s soles, rending the squirming sole taut and whisked the feather across the soft, ticklish flesh. The feather danced over the trembling sole, stroking gently on Ahsoka’s sensitive digits and sending the exhausted Jedi into an incomprehensible hysteria as tears stung her eyes. As the feather began to draw around her arches and soles, her heels and toes, and in-between her toes, Ahsoka bucked, and screamed as loud as she could for help, but the infiltrator had done as good a job as she claimed and no one was coming to her rescue.

There was nothing Ahsoka could do but writhe within the confines of her sleeping bed as Noush kept flicking the feather at her feet, and soon she was screaming at her to stop. Noush kept an iron grip on Ahsoka’s toes, so that she could trace up and down the soles with ease and keep the foot pinned in place. Noush pulled back the toes on Ahsoka’s right foot, and quick as a flash, the feather's tips found its way between Ahsoka's slender, long toes, and her protests turned into squeals and then giggles. She kept sawing back and forth, putting the soft skin between her toes through explosive agony. Her giggles kept coming, and soon she was shrieking as her entire body lit up with the tickling sensations coming from her toes – she was called Tickle Toes Tano for a reason, after all.

Once Ahsoka seemingly found a way to get her laughter under control, Noush released the tired toes from her grasp, while she scratched at the deliciously soft and sensitive soles with her other hand; all the while, the feather continued its toe teasing. The fingers crept from the ball of her foot to the heel and then from one side of the sole to another; the marauding fingers multiplying the sensations that the feather was causing.

Ahsoka somehow conjured the energy to curl her toes again, but the incredibly soft feather combined with the fingers sliding up and down her soles were sapping her will and her sanity at an alarmingly rapid rate. The scrunching of her toes also made the wrinkles in her soles become more pronounced, which made Noush giggle at Ahsoka’s display.

"Be a good girl and uncurl those toes...", Noush cooed. “Let me play with those toes again…”

Ahsoka shook her head defiantly.

"Oh, playing hard to get? I like that… now uncurl those toes for mister feather..." Nousk giggled, as she began tracing the wrinkles in Ahsoka’s scrunched up soles with the feather.

Ahsoka’s endurance quickly ran out as one strategic stroke of that diabolical feather under the toes made the Togruta’s laughter rise up to frantic levels, and she unwittingly uncurled her toes.

"Good girl..." Noush said, grin growing from ear to ear, as she immediately ploughed straight into the gaps between the toes with finger and feather, and Ahsoka’s found herself roaring with even more frantic laughter. By the time you realize you've done what she wished, it's too late....

“Ready to talk to me yet?” Nousk crooned softly, as she worked her feather in between Ahsoka’s toes, hitting all the worst ticklish spots. “I’ve already got Chuchi’s half of the code, and if you need more time to think it over, I can go back and play with her for a while longer…”

Ahsoka shook her head, and she couldn’t bear the thought of the Senator having to go through such unimaginable torment.

“I could make it even worse for her. I could make her really suffer. Could you live with that, Jedi? Letting innocents suffer on your behalf?” Noush said, in a whisper. And Ahsoka realized she could not. She never could. No Jedi could.

Her head drooped as she reluctantly gave Noush the information she required.

“Don’t be down, little Jedi!” Noush said, standing over Ahsoka and grinning. “There’s still a few more hours before my ship arrives to take me off this crate, so how’s about we enjoy our last few hours together. Smile!”

Noush spun the feather around, and took the pointy end of the feather and pretended to write something on the arch of Ahsoka’s foot.

“I’ll write an apology to the Republic here! Sorry for stealing your goods…” Noush recited slowly, as she scrawled her ‘apology’ into Ahsoka’s soles. Needless to say, when the mercenary finally left Ahsoka alone, revenge was very much on her mind. The loquacious woman had accidentally let slip she was on her way to the Smuggler’s Moon for her next mission and Ahsoka wasn’t about to let such a scoundrel get off scot-free…
 
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