Padme and the Wookiees

Padme felt... so confused. And very, very sore. It had only been a single day since her last "hole training", and she barely had a chance to wake up before she was dragged out of her cell on wobbly legs. If she had another "training session", Padme doubted that she'd even be able to crawl anywhere. And that was the "best-case scenario", where she didn't become a mind-broken sex addict after being thoroughly fucked in such a lov- horrible way.

"So, uh, sorry about the other girls. They can get a bit... overzealous when Master Ziro gives them a job to do." Padme was brought back to reality by the sweet and kind voice of the woman who had been leading her around the underground palace. "Though, you won't be getting stretched like that again for a bit."

"I-I won't?" W-was she finally getting a break? But, then what was Ziro's next plan? What -

"Anyway, it's time for your orientation!"

"... Orientation?" Padme doubted that Ziro had an actual orientation for slaves prepared. And, even though her current handler sounded cheerful and positive, she doubted that anything she said would set Padme at ease.

... Still, she was getting a break today. So, she'd at least listen to her fellow - the slave girl for now...

Ziro’s nasally voice echoed around his throneroom as he clapped his hands together: “bring in the Wookiees!”