Star Wars Oneshots

Enslaved (JO)

Warnings: this whole thing involves Obi-Wan being a pleasure slave with him he wearing a leash, so there is non-con.

Cyare = darling

Obi-Wan's Point of View

"Jango will come," Obi-Wan reassured Anakin and Ahsoka. "We'll just stick together and do as they say. We'll be fine."

Anakin nodded gravely, and Ahsoka furrowed her brow. "Do you think that usually happens?" She gestured with her head at the regal figure approaching them.

"I'm not sure," Obi-Wan admitted. He tried to hold still to reduce chafing from the handcuffs, glancing warily at the two guards flanking the group of three.

The Zygerrian in golden robes smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. She stopped talking to the handmaiden beside her as she approached, looking them all up and down.

Turning to her handmaiden again, she said, "I'll have the one on the left. Put him in the... blue robes." The handmaiden nodded, and the Zygerrian turned and left.

"What does she want from me?" Obi-Wan asked, concerned now.

"Come on," a guard said, cutting off an answer from Ahsoka. "Queen's orders." He grabbed Obi-Wan by the handcuffs and shoved him forward.

"Where are we going?" Obi-Wan asked, but the guard remained silent, marching him around a few corners before leading him up the steps to a grand palace.

The guard handed him off to another person, who led him through the palace and into a side room. More people crowded around him, and Obi-Wan said, "Hello there! Who are you all?"

He felt a pinch in his arm and turned to look in confusion; there was nothing there, but his vision was getting darker. Had they... drugged him?

He passed out.

• • • • •

When Obi-Wan awoke, there was a sharp pain in his lower back. He was in the same side chamber, people chattering in small groups near the edges of the room.

When he looked down, he saw someone had changed him into a skimpy blue outfit -- a shimmery, see-through shirt and tight shorts. Why was he wearing this? His hands flew to his neck, and he realized he was wearing a collar, locked on. And no binders.

The queen picked him. Picked him for what? And where were Anakin and Ahsoka?

Someone opened the door to the chamber and made a beeline for him, putting a cold hand on his back and commanding, "Stand up." 

Obi-Wan obliged, legs shaky, and asked, "Where are you taking me?" The guard didn't answer, just attached a leash to the collar and led him out of the room and down several more hallways.

Was Obi-Wan to be a pet? A pleasure slave? And the pain in his back -- had he been tagged?

The answer came to him as the doors in front of them opened and revealed a grand throne room.

The guard walked Obi-Wan up to the throne, where the queen from earlier was seated. The guard handed her the leash, and she smiled that vacant smile.

"Come here, pet," she commanded, and Obi-Wan walked closer. "Hands and knees." Obi-Wan obliged.

Then she sat back in her throne. Now what?

When would Jango come for him? How long must Obi-Wan endure being tied to the throne?

He felt himself shudder as she reached down one hand and began to stroke his hair. He resisted the urge to pull away. Only Jango was allowed to do that.