Happiness in Slavery
Summary: A human merchant buys a twi'lek as a slave, much to the protest of his daughter. Femslash.
Author(s): better known as the pen name The Yard of Blonde Girls.
Rating: M. I'm not a porn writer, and I don't work for Hugh Hefner, so it's not too heavy. I think things left to the imagination are way sexier.
Timeline: Takes place during Attack of The Clones.
Cast: Anakin Skywalker, Padmé, and my own creations as listed below. Kala, a Twi'lek female, Tan Vaarkpart, a male humanoid mechanic from Tatooine, and Shmi'a, his defiant daughter. If you'd like to use them in either fic or art, I'd love you to shoot me a message first, just so the character descriptions stay consistent.
Disclaimer: The worlds, references and languages used in this work are the property of George Lucas, LucasArts, etc. No money is made from this in any way. The nature of the characters is a work of fiction and I do not mean any harm to the actors who may feature. The story title comes from a song of the same name by Nine Inch Nails, and is property of Trent Reznor and his people. And lastly, I don't own any of the inhabitants of these world except for Kala, Tan and Shmi'a.
Sidenote: If you notice any language inconsistencies or timeline events that are incorrect, please point them out to me. I try to reference most of my ideas on Wookieepedia to make sure they're vaguely factual, but sometimes I get caught up in my writing and forget. Thanks.
Chapter 1
Shmi'a Vaarkpart didn't know what to make of what she beheld in front of her.
A pair of heavy, steel chains hung low from the wall next to where the spare blankets were kept. She squatted down and took a moment to consider them, and recoiled when she reached out to feel their rough surface. They were ice-cold. They were welded to the wall in such a professional fashion that she didn't even question who had put them there. Her father, Tan Vaarkpart, was a mechanic by trade, and specialized in building cages for livestock out of welding scrap metals together.
The question was why.
The fact that the chains had shackles attached was not lost on Shmi'a, and her heart sank a little. To her father, owning a slave was a status symbol. And on a sad, poverty-stricken planet, it would really mean something. But as a young woman whose ideas were starting to branch out on their own, Shmi'a felt it was wrong to keep someone in a cage. Very wrong.
The Republic had passed a law to prevent slavery, but that didn't stop the determined bottom-feeders determined to make a profit. Laws never did. And in somewhere as desolate and barren as Tatooine where the houses were mostly hidden below ground, it was easy to escape the laws of the Senate.
Even as these furious thoughts ticked through Shmi'a's head, she couldn't help but feel a strange, intense feeling that she hadn't felt in a long time; excitement. Tan was fiercely protective and kept men and any male species away from her, until the time came, he said, that she was to be betrothed. But there were no "respectable" men in the area, and they lived a long way from any sort of decent-sized civilization. Shmi'a couldn't help but wonder if perhaps her father was buying her a suitor. Or at the very least, a companion. Shmi'a was certain that whatever the disposition of the slave in question, she would strive to make them feel as comfortable as possible.
Because, of course, there was no disagreeing to or protesting the final word of Tan Vaarkpart.