Authoress' notes: This story takes place during the Clone Wars. I am surprised that they haven't already done something similar to this in the cartoon series, as it seems so logical, and would be a great story. Please read and enjoy all of my stories, and vote me a five! Also, please leave me feedback, public or via email.
Clone Wars: Secret Negotiations
"Frakk," Padme muttered to herself as she realized how much trouble she was in.
She had secretly come to Tatooine to negotiate shipping through the Hutt's space with Jabba the Hutt. He had decided to hold the meeting on board his sail barge, with just a few of his. . . servants, and guards, allegedly to increase security.
Even before she had left Coruscant, Padme had thought the whole thing was a bit. . . flimsy, but Chancellor Palpatine was insistent that she come alone, and in secret, to secure an agreement with Jabba. At the last minute, Padme had decided to bring Artoo along, hidden in one of her larger pieces of luggage.
Now a Separatist ship was inbound, and would land in minutes. There was nothing but hundreds of kilometers of Tatooine sand around them. She couldn't leave without being spotted and captured, or dying in the blazing desert in short order.
The two clones that had brought her had dropped her off, and were waiting for her signal to come pick her up. Besides them, only Chancellor Palpatine knew she was here. The clones knew about Artoo of course, but they hadn't told the Chancellor.
Jabba spoke a few sentences of Huttese, which his dull silver and bronze protocol droid promptly translated.
"Senator Amidala," the protocol droid began. "The Mighty Jabba is most distressed by this turn of events. If you are discovered here, it will be very bad for business, not to mention his life expectancy."
Padme doubted it would be as bad for Jabba as it would be for her. One the other hand, if Dooku knew he was negotiating with the Republic, and had her on his sail barge, he'd probably kill him. That still wouldn't help her though.
"Do you think I want to get captured?" she asked in a shout. "I'll have to hide or something!"
Suddenly Artoo let out an interrogative whistle.
Kriff.
"And we have to hide Artoo!"
Jabba spoke to the protocol droid in Huttese. Once again Padme wished she would have brought Three-Pee-Oh with her to translate. After a moment, the droid turned back to her.
"The Mighty Jabba says there isn't any place you can hide on his sail barge. He suggests however, that no one would possibly suspect a Republic Senator to be disguised as one of his slave girls."
Padme stared at him in shock. Then she thought Jabba was trying to trap her. Chancellor Palpatine, and the two clones that brought her knew she was here though, so he couldn't possibly get away with kidnapping her, or just turning her over to the Separatists. If they caught her, when Anakin found out, he'd probably flay Jabba just for letting it happen.
"The Mighty Jabba would like to remind the Honorable Senator that we must hurry," the protocol droid said after a few words from Jabba.
Padme didn't see any other options. "Fine!" she replied in exasperation.
Jabba spoke a few moments in Huttese, and a nearby blue-skinned Twi'lek slave girl jumped to obey. The protocol promptly translated.
"Senator Amidala, Abi'lar'ar will take you below and dress you in one of Mighty Jabba's favorite slave girl outfits, then bring you back here," he explained.
"Okay, but what about Artoo?" Padme asked again.
Jabba and his guards seemed confused about that. Then Abi'lar'ar spoke softly in Huttese a few moments.
Jabba let out an approving sound, and nodded his fat head once.
"The Mighty Jabba will have his guards disguise the astromech as a serving droid," the protocol droid promptly translated.
Padme glanced at Artoo, and the droid let out a tweet of agreement.
"Fine," Padme said. "Just hurry," she said as Abi'lar'ar took her by her wrist.
The lithe slave girl looked about nineteen or twenty, and had a surprisingly strong grip as she pulled Padme towards the stairs leading to the lower deck. She was wearing a tiny pink lashaa silk top, with gold durasteel accents. It was barely more than a bra. A gold durasteel belt was around her taut waist, with several strips of pink lashaa silk hanging from it.
A burnished gold slave collar was around her neck. She had a few wide bangle bracelets on each of her wrists, and gold bands around her upper arms. A pink nerfhide harness was on her head, and she was barefoot.
Padme was more than a little worried about what Jabba's favorite slave girl outfit would be, but there was no time to ask about it. A few moments later, they arrived on the lower deck, and Abi'lar'ar pulled her into a small cabin.
"Strip, Senator Amidala!" Abi'lar'ar told her as she began pulling things out of a closet. "Hurry!"
Padme bristled a moment at the command, then realized she was just trying to help. The Separatist ship would be arriving in minutes. It was possible they might even have already seen her on the upper deck. Padme quickly began stripping off her gun belt, gray jumpsuit, and black boots. Then she saw what the Twi'lek had laid out for her.
"I can't wear that!" Padme declared in horror as she stared at the durasteel gold bra-thing, matching waist belt, and strips of lashaa silk.
"Everything else is about the same," Abi'lar'ar replied, gesturing towards the racks of outfits.
Padme followed her gesture, and saw an assortment of silks, durasteel, and nerfhide.
"And the Separatists are almost here," Abi'lar'ar said.
"Fine," Padme replied resignedly.
"Now take off your panties," she instructed her. "Master Jabba's slaves don't wear panties," she explained as she pulled aside a strip of lashaa silk to reveal her own naked blue pussy.
Padme muttered a curse to herself as she pulled her black thong down her legs.
Padme took off her panties, and with Abi'lar'ar's help, put on the gold waist belt. There were four wide strips of purple lashaa silk hanging down, which mostly covered her essentials. Then Abi'lar'ar helped her put on the gold bra-thing. It covered far less than Padme would have liked, but enough that she wasn't completely naked.
Next Abi'lar'ar slid about a dozen bangle bracelets onto each of Padme's wrists, alternating in gold and purple. Gold armbands on her biceps came after that. The last item Abi'lar'ar helped her put on was a purple lashaa silk veil that covered the lower two-thirds of her face.
In between putting on items of gold durasteel and purple lashaa silk, Padme had pulled her long brunette hair out of its tight bun and head band. Abi'lar'ar quickly grabbed a brush, and hastily brushed it out. Before they left, Abi'lar'ar gathered up Padme's clothes.
"What are you going to do with those?" Padme asked as the Twi'lek picked up her gunbelt, which also had her comlink.
"Throw them down the trash chute," Abi'lar'ar replied. "We can't leave them out to be found," she explained with a smile.
Padme opened her mouth to scream at her, but immediately closed it. She was right. "Give me my comlink and blaster," she said, stepping over to stop her before she disposed of the rest.
Abi'lar'ar seemed to consider that a moment. "Okay, but we'll have to give them to one of the guards," she responded. "A slave can't have either of them."
"I'll hide them in Artoo," Padme countered firmly.
Once they arrived back on the main deck, Padme found Artoo with a serving tray on his dome top, and shelves fill with liquor bottles around his cylinder body. She didn't think it would fool anyone paying attention, but then again, neither would her own disguise.
Padme took out a few bottles of liquor that were in the way. Then she deactivated her comlink, put it in one of Artoo's storage compartments, and her blaster in another one. Artoo gave her a reassuring beep, and she patted his dome in reply. As she replaced the liquor bottles, Abi'lar'ar handed Jabba a circle of gold durasteel, sized for a humanoid neck.
Until this point it was almost like Padme could have been dressing up in a costume for a Anakin or something. The slave collar made her hyper-aware that this wasn't a game though. If they didn't convince the arriving Separatists that she was a simple slave girl, she would be captured, or killed. . . or both.
"The Mighty Jabba commands you to step forward, so he can collar you," the protocol droid said from the side of Jabba's dais.
Before Padme could respond, the Weequay guard pushed her forward, and Jabba wrapped the collar around her neck. Abi'lar'ar quickly reached out and lifted her hair out of the way as Jabba closed the collar. For some reason Padme felt a strange twinge of arousal as the collar clicked shut.
Actually Padme was already pretty aroused by the entire outfit. The danger of the Separatists only made her even hornier. Then Jabba stuck his long tongue out and tried to lick her face. Padme recoiled in horror, pushing back against the Weequay behind her. She felt his hard cock press into her ass, and instantly turned around and slapped him in the face, hard.
Padme saw Artoo rolling towards the Weequay with his charge arm deployed, and an arc of electricity coming from the end. She quickly waved him away, and he returned to his spot near the bar.
Both the Weequay and Jabba responded with laughter, although the Weequay was rubbing his sore cheek. Then Padme felt Abi'lar'ar's hand at her throat. Padme felt a weight on the front of her collar and glanced down to see a thin chain leash attached to the front of her collar, disappearing over her shoulder. The next thing she knew, she was yanked backwards, into Jabba's bloated belly.
Padme raised her head off his slimy, smelly, stomach as much as the leash would allow her, and felt his putrid-smelling tongue on her face. He licked, and she felt a line of drool from her forehead, to her left eye, cheek, and chin. She nearly gagged in disgust. Then, outraged, she punched Jabba as hard as she could in his stomach.
Jabba let out a booming laugh, then spoke in Huttese.
