A/N 'Sup, human beans, I got an anonymus request so here you have a Star Wars BDSM fic!

You Are Not A Queen Anymore

By: thewhiteleovaldez

CHAPTER ONE

The ship rocketed through space at lightspeed, forging its way across the galaxy to Zygerria. Jedi Masters Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Shaak Ti were on their way to find the Togruta colonists from Kiros. They'd been picked up by Zygerrian slavers, and the Jedi were determined to retrieve them safely.

Master Skywalker's Padawan, Ahsoka Tano, had been upset when she'd been told that she would not be accompanying them on their mission, but she'd calmed down eventually. Master Kenobi's explanation had been much more reasonable than Anakin's, and Ahsoka was less likely to argue with Obi-Wan anyway. Obi-Wan had explained that, as they were trying to pass someone off as a slave, neither Anakin nor Ahsoka would work, considering as they were both tremendously headstrong and having no submission in them. The unspoken reason for Anakin not taking on that role, was of course, his years as a slave on Tatooine.

And so the Jedi had enlisted the assistance of Master Ti. She was Togruta as well, but carried herself with so much grace and quiet serenity. Her stance spoke of a hidden strength, running like a core of iron through her. But she play-acted well, and knew what was expected of her.

Commander Rex was with the Jedi too, making sure that his guns and stunners were in order during the journey. He had tucked himself away in the small cargo hold, making sure that everything was working. Shaak Ti was meditating in the small room that counted as her quarters for the trip. She was dressed in the outfit that she would be presented to the Queen in. It was blue, and stretched over her skin in a barely valid attempt at modesty. She wore a gold headdress over her lekku, and a blue jewel hung to rest against her forehead. There was the robe, too, the one that covered her from the tips of her lekku to the bottoms of her feet. She would be putting it on before they left the ship. Anakin and Obi-Wan were in the cockpit, one piloting and the other one attempting to lighten the mood. But it was a very serious mission that they were on, and attempts at humor were bound to fall flat.

Anakin Skywalker, a Zygerrian helmet covering his face, saw someone who looked likely to be in charge and walked over with a swagger in his step.

"Hello. My name is Lars Quell, and I want to see the Queen."

The Zygerrian looked at Anakin with an expression that spoke of nothing but disgust.

"Do you have an invitation?"

"Well, no," Anakin started.

"Then you are not welcome."

Shaak Ti, behind Anakin with her face covered, mentally sighed at Anakin's lack of subtlety. She reached out with the force and felt the thoughts of the Zygerrian. There was rebellion, disdain, and a boredom with the conversation.

"Not even if I bear news concerning a certain...Bruno Denturri?" Anakin said. The Zygerrian scowled and unhooked something from his belt. He flicked it on, and it turned out to be an electric whip.

"Halt," said a robotic voice, and a probe came to stop in front of them. "This human is to be granted an audience with the Queen, by her own order."

Shaak Ti was surprised by the appearance of the Queen. She was expecting an older woman, stately and strong, but instead...she was faced with Miraj Scintel. Miraj Scintel was younger than Shaak was expecting, and was surely beautiful and strong, but….

There was something else. Something in the way Miraj held herself. Miraj was a queen, after all, so it was only right that she was, well, somewhat domineering. But Shaak could sense something. Miraj was hesitant. Not outwardly, but Shaak could feel her Force energy. Miraj was frightened. Most of all, she was frightened of anyone knowing how scared she was.

"Then you also know that I want Bruno Denturri dead," Miraj was saying to Anakin, her voice turning icy. Shaak watched Anakin maneuver his way out of the situation skillfully, ready to step in if needed.

"And I have a gift for you, your Majesty," Anakin said, pulling Shaak forward by her wrist. Shaak Ti allowed herself to be dragged forward, and Anakin pulled the dark robe off of her. She stood before Miraj Scintel in her slave's clothes, refusing to be ashamed of her body as she watched the queen's eyes rake over her skin.

"Mm, I like this gift. Does she have a name?" the Queen inquired.

"Yes," Anakin said. "This is Lana. I took her from Denturri's place after I killed him."

"Hmm, and is she...obedient?" Miraj inquired, coming down from her throne to pull Shaak's face up by her chin.

"Yes," Anakin answered. "She will obey you, my queen."

Not for long, Shaak Ti thought.