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The Slave Queens New Interest	By : Revelnit Category: +S through Z > Star Wars: The Clone Wars Views: 58619 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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   Outside, on one of the higher balconies of the palace, the queen awaited her drink. From where she stood one could see most of the capital city, the sparsely hilled, mesa strewn terrain stretching off into the distance. Designers had added greenery filled terraces, at various heights stretching around the pyramidal building. The beautiful view however was only half the point of the city dominating building, the other half of it's purpose was to give the people something to look up to, literally. It's hugeness, it's dominance over the city a metaphor for the permanence and invincibility of her own royal power
   She noticed the approach of her latest interest. The beautiful orange girl came forward escorted by the burly palace guard, with a pair of cups on a serving tray carried before her. The girls eyes darted left and right. The queen made a guess (she would bet was correct) the girl was looking for her master. She wouldn't find him here, oh no young one, not even close.
   Awkwardly Ahsoka presented the tray to the queen. The queen for her part marveled at the split performance of the slave. On the one hand, the creature forgot to bow while presenting the beverages, which normally would be a faux pas that would earn the girl mild punishment on it's own, but there was something else: as the young one approached, the tray overbalanced for just an instant. The queen inwardly cringed, sure she was about to get a juice bath.
   Instead she marveled as the girl snapped her wrist forward like a striking Kigat, returning the cups back to an upright and balanced state, when the queen thought for sure that they were doomed. The girl must have reflexes that would put a Zygerrian to shame! The slave then grinned nervously and moved the tray to within arms reach.
   The queen took the proffered cup while she sat down on the bench that lined the balcony, then noticed that the girl didn't know what to do with herself. Rather than standing back and removing herself from her majesties sight she just...stood there, one lonely cup remaining upon her tray. She made a motion to the guard that had brought Ahsoka, making it clear that he was dismissed. Looking from the slave back to his queen and noticing he was the only guard on the balcony at the time, he raised an eyebrow to confirm that he was to leave. With a look from the queen, he received his confirmation and left.
   The time between the queen and the slave stretched beyond a minute. The girl wanted to know where her master was but at least she had the good sense to keep her mouth shut. “Your master has been kind enough to grant me the private use of your services, for a short time. To see if you are worthy of purchase, of course.” She enjoyed the grimace the girl issued at the possibility that she might be sold to the queen. “By the way, if you'd like the drink before you, it is yours.” She patted the bench next to her. “I wish you to sit here.”
   There was mild disbelief in the slaves face reflected her confusion over the royals seeming hospitality. Taking the drink and placing it nearby, she hesitantly sat beside the queen, stiff backed and unsmiling. The queen for her part noticed that while the girl had chosen to sit next to her, she had not chosen to sit close. While the girl took a few seconds to appreciate the view, the queen quietly slid over right next to her.
   When Ahsoka turned back from what she was sure was a only a brief viewing of the city below she found her vision was suddenly filled with the queens smooth, triangular face. The queen reached over and slipped her clawed thumb underneath and inside the part of Ahsoka's ornate, bejeweled top that was just above her exposed stomach. Running her finger along the fabric, she emitted a relaxed 'Hmmmm'.
   “This is very nice. What kind of fabric is it?” Along the hem of the clothing her thumb, now joined by her forefinger, was moving back and forth. The queen now looking straight into Ahsokas eyes while 'investigating' that portion of Ahsokas costume.
   “Er, I was told...at one point. The uh, what they actually called it, escapes me though.” That much was the truth. When she was being issued her 'slave' costume for the mission Master Kenobi's briefing mentioned something about the value of the costume and something about ten thousand insects being needed to create the cloth. Honestly she had zoned out during that part of the explanation. She may not have been able to come up with the backstory even if she had been truly paying attention during the briefing. Having the ruler of a significant power in the galaxy mere inches from your face could distract the strongest of wills.
   At some point, while she was distracted by the questions, the queens thumb in the course of feeling the fabric, had traveled further up the inside the garment. In the course of rubbing back and forth she had slowly begun caressing the underside of Ahsoka's breast. Nothing obvious, just the tip of the thumb lightly touching the underside of the young womans modest breast. The motion so subtle that at first Ahsoka didn't notice. Considering the claw at it's tip, a respectable achievement of stealth.
   “What an impressive array of knowledge you have.” The sarcasm served to divert Ahsoka's mind to guilt about not having prepared sufficiently for the mission while the queen brought her other arm around her temporary slaves shoulders. “I wonder if I should leave you with so fine a costume to wear. Well, I suppose you could be a distraction, for the wandering eyes of nobles and business associates. I could just imagine their negotiating skills slipping while you serve them. Though I do also consider the possibility that you might be too much of a distraction. That it's best that you not outshine any of your betters.” Like me, the words from the queen though unspoken hung in the air. She wondered if the girl heard them.
   “Oh yes, I could easily imagine you not wearing this particular outfit...at all.” Queen Miraj's physical encroachments at this point became plainly obvious even to a distracted Ahsoka Tano. Simultaneously the slave became aware of the queens left hand starting to caress one of her blue and white cranial tentacles whiler her right had gotten bolder still while working under her top. Worst of all, the queen had manged to insinuate herself far enough inside Ahsoka's personal space and had built up enough momentum that Ahsoka was not able to stop the taller womans lips from pressing upon her own.
   Ahsoka, for her part, inexperienced in these kind of confrontations could not immediately decide how to break up this unwanted and unexpected encroachment upon her person,. If the question was on how to break up an assault by federation battle droids upon a prepared position that was something Ashoka could handle. This, was something very differen't. She had to consider that she had yet to discover the location of the Togrutan slaves and that alienating the queen by refusing her advances might leave her unable to get the information that was her mission. Unfortunately for the mission being used like this was not something that she had signed on for. It was time to cool the womans passions.
   While Ahsoka sorted through such considerations the Zygerrian queen took advantage of the Jedi girls slow reaction time by giving her an example of some of her best kissing techniques. During the few seconds the two females mouths danced, the queen gently bit the girls lower lip and had even begun to probe inside Ahsoka's mouth with her tongue, when suddenly she felt the embrace end and the girl pushing her away.
   Following their separation both females were breathing heavily though for quite differen't reasons. Ahsoka who had leapt to her feet out of pure instinct reached behind to where her lightsaber normally rested upon her belt. She had even managed to raise both hands into her normal fighting stance, before she realized her hands were empty. It was official, she now hated covert missions.
   The queen for her part, hand pressed flat against her chest while she got her breathing under control, saw the odd gestures on her slaves part. She could have sworn she saw the gesture before, but couldn't place it before. “What are you doing?” When the confused looking girl didn't answer the queen tapped the part of the bench that Ahsoka had just leapt from with a clawed forefinger. “Come back here, I haven't finished with you yet, slave.”
   “Finished!?!” With what? Ahsoka became fairly certain she didn't want to know.“I told you I didn't want you touching me. You have no right to do this!”
   The queens eyesbrows rose briefly and Ahsoka noticed that a smile almost appeared on the queens lips. Instead she shook her head and let out a soft chuckle. “Oh my dear, you may be one of the most adorable little bed warmers I've seen come wandering into my palace, but you have no idea of your station do you?”
   Queen Miraj stood and walked next to Ahsoka and took in the vast view of the capital city before her. “Everything here, everything I see, is mine by right of the power that I possess. Your servitude is part of the natural order of things. Your weakness must inevitably come within the orbit of my strength.” During the course of her speech the queen again had leaned into Ahsoka's personal space. However, with only the short wall of the balcony behind her Ahsoka could back up no further, there was only a very long drop.
   The queen attempted to gently stroke Ahsoka's side, only to have her hand pushed away again. Rudely in the opinion of the queen. Her hand flashed up to Ahsoka's face and grasped it, with power enough to remind Ahsoka of the Zygerrian species better than average strength and bent the young woman further backwards. Ahsoka, realized to her horror, that it would only take a push from the queen to send her dropping to the next ledge below the balcony they were on. A ledge that was at least sixty feet further down.
   “I really should send you to processing. It's considered rude to send anothers slave there, but then I am the queen. There is a Zygerrian, deep within this palace, who is an absolute artist with the whip. I've seen him return disobedient slaves to their masters, with more enthusiasm for their work than a protocol droid programmed for maximum obedience. Do you want to know why I don't send you down to meet him?” The queen took in a deep breath and looked into the sky for several seconds. Ahsoka knew a rhetorical question when she heard one. The queen was gathering her thoughts not asking for permission. Looking back down, she met Ahsokas eyes, her expression calm.
   “The reason that I don't, is because the point of processing is to to turn disobedient slaves into obedient ones, through the displeasure of discomfort. My concern, is that you would receive more pleasure than punishment from the kiss of the whip and that your only regret, would be that I was not the one wielding it. I have not been with you for very long my young one, but my instincts...my instincts on these matters, are rarely wrong.” With that, the queen used her free hand to grasp Ahsoka by her shoulder and roughly pulled her away from the edge, causing her to tumble onto the floor of the balcony behind her.
   From her newly prone position on the floor Ahsoka propped herself up on her elbows and gave the queen a glare that could have punched through a heavy cruisers bulkhead. “Well, you are wrong.” Returning to her feet, she kept her eyes locked upon the queens. “Also, your majesty you may possess everything you see, however there are some things you won't ever be seeing.” The point was brought home by Ahsoka subtley adjusting her top and skirt.
   Just then a new guard jogged up to where the two women were from out of the palace. “I apologize for the interruption your majesty. I thought I heard a some kind of disturbance.” His hand drifted down to the energy whip dangling from his belt. “Did you want me to...” His eyes pointed at Ahsoka briefly before moving back to the queen.
   “No, it's alright. Everythings is well here. Do not trouble yourself.” Before the guard took that as encouragement to leave the queen continued. “I believe it is time for me to head to the slave auction lieutenant. Arrange for a minimum security detail for immediate departure.”
   “I shall prepare your majesties royal Skiff, at once.” The guard began to bow...
   “No need lieutenant. It is, such a beautiful day I've decided to walk to the auction via market street. Also have this slave prepared as well, she will be coming along with us. First take her down to the royal seamstress, I wanted to get the particular cloth this slave wears identified and if anyone can accomplish that feat it's her.”
   “Yes your majesty.” The guard took Ahsoka by the shoulder and they both headed back inside the palace. The guard failing to notice the extended stare, indeed the glare, that his charge gave the queen as they left.
   As soon as the pair departed Queen Miraj activated her communicator. She needed to give the royal seamstress some orders, before she began her own preparations for departure. After a short conversation with the seamstress the queen terminated the link, with a smile.

   As the queens entourage moved through the busy streets of the capitol city it stirred up the usual consternation of course, it wasn't often that the queen herself strode amongst the commoners. Several armed guards walked just ahead and behind her while two stayed relatively close to her person in case anyone was crazy enough to make an attempt upon her life using shorter range means. Spherical black surrveilance droids weaved back and forth at various altitudes above the street pacing the entourage, their lone red eyes always open for additional threats that may have slipped the notice of the guards.
   The people seemed pleased to see her. The slavemasters, shopowners and military all greeted her warmly as she passed by. Several of them were bold enough to compliment her on her new slave. Upon seeing the political guardian of the system that kept them in bondage the slaves kept their faces impassive, at least the intelligent ones did. As far as how they actually felt about her, who cared about that? Once she was out of direct line of sight from all those she met she tended to notice a pattern though. Once she passed people she could have sworn she had heard some tittering, several gasps and one whispered 'oh my!'. Ah well, the radiance of royalty was too much for some people she guessed.
   The streets had all sorts of things for sale and the queen was pleased to see that business was going well. Fruit's, clothes, slaves and weapon sellers she noticed were all doing well, though her wet blanket security detail barred her from entry into the latter, at least while she had a slave in tow. In a way she could understand the caution, especially with the mood her slave was in.
   Clothing stores on the other hand were perfectly fine security wise and the queen dove right into a nearby dress shop with enthusiasm, her slave and security gamely keeping up. Soon she stood in front of the mirror holding several differen't dresses in front of her torso. The dresses having been hand carried to her by all the shops sales people who suddenly had only one customer who seemed worthy of attention.
   She thought a couple of the pieces looked good but she wanted a second opinion just for safetys sake. “Tell me young one, how do you think this looks on me? Does it work with my body type do you think?” The queens slave lingered behind one of the clothing displays shyly. Hesitant to come out and give her opinion it seemed. Ahsoka reminded her owner that she had little experince in such things and that she was probably not the best person to ask. The Queen for her part was having none of it. “Nonsense! Get over here. You can't get a good look from way over there.”
   Out Ahsoka came hesitantly, walking past one security guard and a couple of store salespersons. Her meek body language contrasting with the nearly volcanic look upon her face. “Haven't we done enough of this rediculous shopping?”
   Completely ignoring the question the queen held one dress in front of her torso upon her chest. “So what do you think? The red?” She switched, now so that the other dress lay across her frame. “Or the blue?”
   “The blue one, I guess.” Exasperation creeped into the Jedi's voice. Master Yoda would not approve of the lack of calm Ahsoka thought to herself.
   “I agree. You are getting better at this my dear.” Handing the two garments back to one of the merchants she began searching through a nearby pile. After what appeared to be a disappointing search the queens eyes fell upon a dress that brightened her features but unfortunately was out of convenient reach. High above the shop floor on top of a clothing shelf. Accessable only via nearby ladder. “Slave, go fetch that one for me, it's adorable, I must see it!”
   Ahsoka let out a soft sigh, not loud, but still barely audible to the queens ears. Her arms crossed in  front of her chest. An eyebrow was cynically raised. “Must I?”
   The queen turned and grabbed Ahsoka's elbow and shoved her towards the nearby rolling ladder. “Enough of this! I shall have none of your insolence, now get up there and bring it down for me.”
   Slowly taking the rungs of the ladder the queens slave climbed up to the display dummy that wore the dress. Though the queen couldn't see her face she could almost feel the girls teeth grinding. The stores clientele and help with seemingly nothing better to do watched the retrieval of the item, with a certain amount of interest.
   While she was fairly sure she knew what was bothering the girl, it was still no excuse for backtalk. Just because the girl had been induced to make the journey from the palace without a stitch of clothing on, that was certainly no reason for attitude. The girl was not even precisely naked, After all she still had on her ornate head jewelry, which the queen, for one, thought she looked adorable in.
   The 'analysis' of the fabric that Ahsoka wore and that the queen was so interested in sadly did not go well. Ahsoka was told the queens wardrobe assistant needed the garment to study it for a while. So it unfortunately could not be returned. Worse yet, it seemed there was no time to find Ahsoka replacement garments before the queens party left for the slave auction! Queen Miraj was told that the girl expressed mild distress at the setback and that five of her palace guard were required to 'escort' the shy young woman to and through the front gate. Two of those guards, trained killers both, somehow managed to sustain wounds requiring hospitalization from the slight girl before they were done.
   As the slave climbed back down the ladder the queen marveled at the way the girls bare, orange posterior swayed as it decended. Ahsoka turned around and unsmilingly (but gently) put the dummy down next to the queen. The girls return afforded Queen Miraj an unobstructed view of the small round breasts carried upon her lithe, athletic frame. Allowed her to drink in details like where patches of white on her body contrasted with her mostly orange skin, the exact shade of dark red her nipples were.
   “Hmmmmm. It looked so good from far away but now I don't know, I seem to have lost all enthusiasm for it now.” Turning her back on it, the queen then told the owner which garments that she had decided upon, ordered them to be delivered to the palace and charged to the royal accounts. The owners offer to give the items to the queen for free were politely refused. Paying for the items made her look like she cared about the well being of the average street level shopkeeper (which is the exact opposite of the case) and made her look generous. Taking the store owner up on his offer, might lead some to wonder if there were financial problems at the palace. Cheapness was not a royal trait. If you ever found yourself with less than enough money, then it was time to raise taxes.
   Following the settling of financial details they were back outside where they continued to head in the direction of the stadium-like slave market a mere fourteen blocks away by the queens estimation. After graciously accepting bows from passing subjects the queen provided the first information that Ashoka had been grateful to hear all day.
   “Your master was invited to be my personal guest in the royal seating section at the auction. You should be seeing him again fairly soon.”
   That relieved Ahsoka far more than she expected it would. Anakin could get her out of this humiliating nightmare. He had to.
   “And if you show proper obedience and subservience until we get there you will be re-issued your clothes. I would suggest you put your best efforts into winning that particular prize. I plan on addressing the entire stadium by vidscreen with you in the background, clothed, or not.”
   Ahsoka managed to control the depression she felt at that news as well as her current loss of freedom, by imagining what she would do to her tormentor once she was free and re-armed with her lightsaber. Though right now she wasn't quite sure if that was the queen or Anakin for leaving her like this.
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