Obi-Wan knew she would never be as tall as her Master. But for Force sakes, would a few inches more on her behalf destroy all that is natural in the world? If she was a boy, she would probably be over six feet.

Obi-Wan gritted her teeth as another shot of pain radiated up her shoulders to her arms above her. She could see her wrists had stopped bleeding, but now the itching and burning overrode any pressure she felt.

"Are you still with me, Padawan?"

"Yes Master," She hissed, determined not to show how much pain she was really in.

The holding cell was designed for persons much taller than 5'7. The prisoner's arms would be held up above them in deep shackles and their feet would be chained to the ground. It wasn't the most physically demanding type of prison, but it still caused a great deal of discomfort on the prisoners' part.

But Obi-Wan wasn't as tall. No matter how many times she tried to stretch her feet out in hopes going on the tips of her toes would release the pressure, she still hung helplessly a good four inches from the ground.

"Hang in there Obi-Wan, I sense an opportunity coming," Qui-Gon then winced, suddenly realizing his word choice. "Sorry."

"Don't be," She rasped. "In any other situation, I would have laughed."

The door to their prison swung open. Entered was Olik, a green humanoid with horns instead of ears. He was on the run from the Republic for selling slaves within the galaxy. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had tracked him down to a small dwarf planet but were captured themselves when a slave they were helping suddenly turned on them.

"You two are going to make me very rich," Olik tapped his hands together, very pleased. He pointed to Qui-Gon. "You I'll sell to a blood market. I hear many people would love to see a Jedi gutted in front of thousands." He then pointed to Obi-Wan. "You, my dear girl, are going to stay with me. You will be a nice addition to my pleasure cruise."

"Give yourself up, Olik," Qui-Gon said to him glaring. "The Jedi have sensed our absence and a rescue team will be here soon. It's best if you go quietly."

"Shut your mouth fool," Olik snapped at him. "I've dealt with Jedi before. I know your powers have limits," He then eyed Qui-Gon as if he didn't know what else to say and decided the next best thing was to punch him in the gut.

"Master!" Obi-Wan cried out as Qui-Gon's eyes closed in pain. Her sudden outburst caught Olik's attention.

"Master? Is that what you call him in bed, little one?"

Obi-Wan kept her mouth shut as he strode up to her. She clenched her stomach muscles, awaiting the blow she knew would be coming.

She tried to jerk away when he cupped her face but he grabbed a fist-full of hair and held. "What do they teach Jedi apprentices anyhow? Has your Master taught you how to fuck yet?"

Olik cupped her bound breast. He frowned. "You're quite flat chested."

Obi-Wan took the opportunity. She bent her knees and suddenly kicked out, catching Olik in the chest. He fell back and Obi-Wan used the sudden momentum to swing back. She kicked off the wall from behind her as one of Olik's guards brought out a blaster. She threw out her foot, catching the blaster as it shot off a red bolt.

The missed bolt struck Qui-Gon's shackles. Free from the ceiling, the Master swung the elongated chains around like a whip, catching the second guard in the face. Obi-Wan at the moment was using her legs to cut off the air flow from the first guard and once he lost consciousness, she released him. She dangled painfully as Qui-Gon used the chain to pull one of the blasters close enough to grab it. Once in his hands, he blasted the shackles off his legs and then off his wrists.

Olik groaned and tried to sit up but was deterred as Qui-Gon shoved the blaster in his face. "You will not touch my Padawan like that ever again, understand?"

Olik fearfully nodded. "Good," Qui-Gon rapped the blaster on the top of his head, knocking him out.

Once that was done he quickly made his way to Obi-Wan. He grabbed her around the waist, pulling her slightly upwards to release some pressure off her arms. He then aimed the blaster and fired.

Obi-Wan cried out as her arms suddenly went from the 'up' position to straight down. "I got you Padawan," Qui-Gon whispered to her. He brought her to the ground, and started messaging her arms, shoulders and back, trying to stop the muscles spasms that were sure to come.

It was inevitable. Obi-Wan tried her best to keep her mouth shut but every muscle felt as if they were on fire. They clenched and unclenched almost violently, causing her to cry out in pain. Qui-Gon held her close, held her tight to keep her body from jerking erratically and causing more harm. This resulted with a few elbows to the side and a couple of deep scratches on his arms. Nothing he can't handle.

It took twenty minutes of messaging before Obi-Wan's spasms ceased. She moaned into Qui-Gon's shoulder. "Ugh, I'm going to feel that tomorrow. How's your stomach?"

"It's fine. Olik punches like a girl."

Obi-Wan pinched him.

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A/N: Wasn't really sure where I was going with this. Hmm…