Teach her a lesson

“She is here.”

Darth Maul struck her across the face with his free hand knocking her to her knees. The suddenness and power of the blow took her by surprise.

“You stupid attendant. Does the queen surround herself with idiots like you?”

Darth Maul looked down at the female at his feet. Padmelooked up at him defiantly. Ah, someone with spirit, he thought to himself. That will make it more interesting. He grabbed her jacket by the neck and easily dragged her through an open door into an abandoned warehouse and threw her to the dusty floor. The room was dark, but enough moonlight came in through the skylights to dimly illuminate the place.

"You leave me **** but to punish you."

Padme started to get up.

"You have no right..." she started to say when Darth Maul backhanded her. She fell back to the ground.

"I did not give you permission to stand or talk. You will only do what I command you to do."

On one level, Padme was furious. How dare anyone treat the Queen of Naboo like this? She had never had anyone speak to her in this manner. She was tempted to tell this Darth Maul who she really was, but that would blow her cover and at this time, there was no one to help her out of this position. So she would have to find a way out of this situation on her own. Her mind was constantly working, analyzing details, evaluating options as she had been trained to do her whole life as she was groomed to become queen.

On another level, she was scared. She was young, having lived only fourteen years, though because of the long years on Naboo she was of legal age in the Republic. There were no attendants or guards close by. She was no longer in control. Padme was so used to being in control, to dominate the activities around her, that she did not know what to do. For the first time, she was being threatened by someone whose power and evil was almost overwhelming her. The only other time she felt such power was in the presence of the Jedi, but this was no Jedi: he was far too evil.

But beneath her fear, she sensed an odd feeling of excitement. A sense of freedom from the constraints her position of authority had placed on her. Every action, every word of hers was scrutinized so much so that she had created a public persona that met the needs of her people and those around her. Even those closest to her only saw this facade. No one knew her true desires and wishes which she kept so hidden and suppressed, that even she was unaware of them. She had become so comfortable with the facade that she had even come to believe that the mask was who she was.

Darth Maul circled her, like a tiger around its prey. He looked down at the queen. It had been a while since he had enjoyed a female. He could feel the familiar stirring in his loins. He was going to enjoy this. There was a scrabbling sound in the back of the room. Darth Maul turned and saw a rodent scurry into a hole in the wall.

Padme took the opening and bolted for the door. She had only taken a few steps when Darth Maul made a gesture with his hand and a bench flew across the room, knocking the feet out from under Padme. She flew headfirst into the doorframe. Stunned, she struggled to move, but could not get her body to respond and helplessly watched as Darth Maul walked up to her. She could not see his expression, his face shadowed by his cowl. She cringed, afraid he was going to hit her again. He squatted next to her and almost gently took her chin in his hand and raised it.

“Do not try anything so stupid again. If you just do as I say, you may actually enjoy this.”

He stroked her hair with the back of his hand.

Padmesuddenly realized that he meant to take her right there in this dusty warehouse. She thought quickly through her options and realized it was hopeless. She had no way to call for help. If she tried to escape again, he would most certainly injure her and he was much too strong to fight. Her only way to survive was to comply with his wishes and to do as he said until an opportunity to escape presented itself. As she made that realization, a certain peace came over her. She knew what her plan of action would be - pure submissiveness and subservience. And she also felt that odd sense of excitement start to rise again. She had never been submissive in her life. This sense of danger and helplessness excited her. It was a chance to experience something she had suppressed for so long, a deep hidden fantasy of being dominated.

“Now, are you ready to do as I say?” Darth Maul demanded.