Jabba got terrible news.

The pleasure ship's sensors scream, and all the guards jump into action and point their guns toward the sky as Jabba gives a loud laugh, and his voice echoes into the room, "Jee am afraid Tah Settah Da Do republican cursor has been destroyed, An Du small separate attack fleet has surrounded Ta Planeeto. Thus, it Sa quite unsafe Che Uba Tah leave Jabba's protection."

The protocol droid steps forward and translates the hutt speech, "I am afraid to say that your republican cursor has been destroyed, and a small separatist attack fleet has surrounded the planet. Thus, it is quite unsafe for you to leave Jabba's protection."

Padme turns towards the exit. "With all due respect to you, Jabba, I can take care of myself." However, two guards stop her in her tracks

The metic voice of the protocol droid: "With all due respect, senator, but we can't allow you to leave."

Padme: "When the Senate hears about this, they…"

Jabba slams his fat fist and speaks grippishly in Hutties.

Droid:" With all due respect, Senator, the Hutts have every intention of remaining neutral in your war. As a result, they do not wish to upset the Senate; however, please look at it from our point of view. If you leave, the separatists will find you and accuse the Hutts of harboring you. At the same time, the Republic will accuse them of turning you over. We will have made two enemies when we want none. So, for the time being, you must stay here and continue acting as one of Jabba's slaves."

Padme thought about her options: she could use the coms she hid inside r2; however, even if Jabba is lying about the feet, vendors would still find her before the cursor would.

Suddenly, her train of thought is broken as she feels her body being yanked back towards Jabba. While she was lost in thought, she didn't notice one of the mercenaries attaching a chain to her collar, and now Jabba was pulling her towards him. Padme's eyes scan the deck of the ship, but R2 is nowhere to be seen; however, Before she can protest, the brag suddenly lurches forward and sends her stumbling back into the slimy mass that is Jabba. "What is going on?"

The Protocol Droid answers, "With the feet surrounding the planet, it is no longer safe for us out on the Dunes. We must go back to Jabba's personal palaces post haste to ensure your safety."

Padme knew that without Jadi or the clones' help, there was little to no chance of her escaping once she entered Jabba's Palace. However, the brag is manned by highly trained mercenaries who are 100 percent loyal to Jabba. Without R2's assistance, escape from the brag is also impossible, and R2 is nowhere to be seen. Therefore, she quickly accepts that she is along for the ride, at least until a Republican detachment comes to assist her. It was a four-hour ride back to the Palace, however, much to Padme's pleasure, everyone on the brag was too on edge to try to enjoy any of the slaves, and by the time they got to the Palace it was well into the deepist part of the desert night, and everyone that was not on gaurd went straight to bed.

Jabba kept her on his chain; consequently, she was **** to sleep next to him on the cold stone slab that he is pushed around on with his slimly fat pressing against her. As expected, she did not get that much sleep that night. She is awoken from a fifteen-minute nap at daybreak. As she slowly stands up and wipes the sleep out of her eyes, the stone slab lurches forwards, causing her to stumble back into the flappy mass that is Jabba. She finds herself struggling to climb out of Jabba's flappy mass, and just manages to do so right before the stone slab enters the main hall.

What she saw in the room horrified her. The place reeks from the corpses that are piled in the Rancor pit. A Wookie is fucking a female human **** in a private booth. The Senate long ago outlawed it, but a few backwater systems still use having sex with a Wookie as a **** sentence because if the male Wookie isn't careful, he will end up killing most species he is having sex with.

Not wanting to watch what she knows is going to happen, Padme forces herself to look away. At the main entrance, a Trandoshans is turning in three Twi'leks females, While a group of Jawas is walking out with a broken droid above their heads. The room was really lively, allowing herself to find people to distracts herself with in order to avoid looking at the two to three groups that are having sex. About fifteen minutes later, she heard a Wookie roar, and she knew what it meant. She could not bring herself to look towards the Wookie; for her, it was better to live in ignorance. But there was no ignoring the sound of a Rancor chewing on a corspe a few moments later.

Everything inside Jabba's Palace has a price, which can be seen on the display board. Padme nervously scanned the board for anything that could be hers. After examining the board four times, she finally settled that she was 'Jabba's personal ****.' Much to her relief, so was the most expensive thing on the board, nearly ten times the cost of the next highest girl on the board. You could order a hit of almost anyone on this side of the galaxie and still have credit to spare for the same price of her. Anyone with the type of credits to afford her wasn't coming to Jabba's Palace for the company of a woman.

She lets out an auditable sigh of relief at the knowledge that she won't be some random mercenaries fuck toy for an hour. However, she quickly learns that there was a price to pay for that safety as she almost screamed when Jabba's long slimy tongue first touched her shoulder from behind. His tongue left a large smelly wet smear on her shoulder and ankles as he licked her. Trying to be an optimist, she told herself at least that was the only two places he was licking her. His gross tongue could be touching a lot more sensitive areas.

Tatonee is a part of a binary star system. Ergo, there are at least four sequences to its day-night cycle. There is double sun up, only the red sub, only yellow sun, and no sun. Its current orbital position determines its path across the sky and its time in the sky. It would take a native to keep track of the time with the stars. Jabba's private room has no windows combined with his irregular sleeping partners means that she lost track of time only after 3 'naps'.

On Jabba's third nap, Padme took stock of her current situation.

She was supposed to check in 24 hours after landing. She was sure at least that time has passed. The only person brave enough to run a blockage both in and out would be Anikin, but he is one the other side of the galaxy in a full battle and It is unlikely the console would tell him. Her only opinion would be to escape herself or wait for the Republic to send a fleet to break the blockade. But it could take up to two weeks for the Senate to vote, gather their forces and then send them here.

Feeling tired, she accepts that that choice can be made after another nap, so she drifts back to sleep. That night she dreamed of Anikin, the long nights she spent in his arms in secret. Oh, how did she long to be back in his arms. Then her dreams shifted to the horrors that he must be experiencing right now. Before the dream got too violent, the protocol droid woke her up.

"excuse me, senator, we found a way for you to escape the blockade."

Padme "ok what is it"

"There is a slaver's ship leaving in the morning. Slavers are under the protection of the trade federation. As a result, they wouldn't dream of inspecting the ship."

Padme "aren't slaver's ships only manned by two men?"

The droid, "yes, you will be leaving as cargo ." He held out an electronic ****'s collar.