Captured By Darth Vader

Jabba's palace

After a while of silence, Darth Vader put his helmet back on before standing up from his chair. He uncuffed me from the armchair and grabbed my left arm so tight, I let out a little sound, "Ouch!" He didn't seem to care, since his grip didn't loosen. I figured we had arrived to Tatooine.

Furthermore, he guided me out of the spaceship and into Jabba's palace. In front of me I spotted the girl that was crying earlier in the cell, she was being held by a Stormtrooper, her leg seemed swollen, she couldn't walk properly.

Suddenly, Darth Vader stopped abruptly. I looked around to see creatures everywhere, a door in front of me opened, and I saw Jabba sitting in a giant throne. He was massive and looked disgusting and dirty.

The room was mostly kept in beige tones, there were some arches all over the walls, that guided to different rooms. The only room that actually had a door, except the one we had just used, was one right next to Jabba's throne.

Darth Vader started walking towards that door. I refused to walk and tried to get my arm out of his tight grip. In his annoyance, Darth Vader pushed me forwards. He didn't use much force, but I didn't have enough energy to hold myself. I stumbled into the room and directly onto the ground, I glanced up to see Jabba the Hutt gazing at me with a nasty expression.

I immediately got up from the dusty floor and hid behind Darth Vader, who was standing slightly behind me. I didn't know what got into me at that moment, but I felt weirdly safe around him outside my cell. Inside my cell, I felt terrified of him.

He grabbed my arm again and forced me to stand beside him.

"Hello, Jabba, delightful to see you again. What do you think about this one, she is pretty, long hair, perfect body, I mean who would miss out on a girl like that." Darth Vader greeted Jabba.

Did he really think that of me, or was he lying to get me sold? That monster probably never even took a good look at me, he was too self-centred. Honestly, I preferred it that way, I didn't need another creepy person finding me attractive.

Jabba started speaking in a foreign language, after finishing a protocol droid traduced it into our language:

"Well, hello, Lord Vader. She is attractive, indeed, but I haven't seen much of her because of all the clothes she's wearing. But don't worry old friend, I came prepared" Although it seemed a little weird to me that the droid was talking in first person, it made me comprehend Jabba's intentions better, unfortunately.

One of Jabba's servants gave Darth Vader a revealing outfit made out of bronze or a similar material. It looked just like a bikini. They didn't actually expect me to put that on, right? Darth Vader accepted the bikini and looked over at my horrified expression, I was about to break out in tears, how could my life be so miserable.

"Good, where can she change?" He asked the servant.

"Follow me." He replied. We went into a small chamber that wasn't far away from the other room. The room was even uglier and dustier than the other one, but still kept in beige tones. There was a plain double bed in front of the door, on the other side, next to the door, was a big brown wooden closet. The room was small, so that was pretty much everything that fit in there.

I decided to position myself next to the bed, far away from the door, Darth Vader was in front of me, observing every move I made.

The servant left the room, leaving me, Darth Vader and the tiny bikini alone. I was one meter away from Darth Vader, since he had released me some seconds after entering the room. He threw the brown, bronze bikini at me.

"Come on, what are you waiting for, change!" He said in an annoyed tone. Was I wasting his time or what? He turned around, not facing me any more, he was looking at the wall in front of him. I just stood still, shocked about what he just asked me to do, he wanted me to get undressed? In a room with him? To put on that ridiculous bikini?

"Hurry!" he yelled at me. I started sobbing, I couldn't believe what I was about to do. I started taking my blue Jedi robe off, slowly, still in the hope that he would change his mind and stop this nightmare.

After letting my Jedi robe fall to the ground. I stood there in my underwear with the bikini in my hand. I couldn't hold back the tears any more, I know I promised myself not to cry in front of him, but at that moment I didn't care. Furthermore, this would probably be the last time I would see him.

As I was putting on the bikini over my gray underwear, the only thing that could be heard in the room was my sobbing and Darth Vader's heavy breathing.

"Are you finished?" He asked.

"No!" I replied as fast as possible so he wouldn't turn around and see me half naked.

"Hurry up then." He said in the deep mechanic voice I was used to hearing from him.

Some time later, I was completely changed into the bronze bikini and approached Darth Vader.

"I finished." I said in a trembling voice. He turned around slowly. Even though I couldn't see his eyes, I could feel his eyes wandering over my body. I was covering as much as possible of me with my arms. I hadn't felt more uncomfortable in my whole life.

"Good, let's go." He said in a monotone tone, grabbing me by my arm once again. He seemed much more tense than he usually was.

As we came into the room, Jabba said something in Huttese. The droid that had already traduced his words once let us know what he had just said:

"Ahh, finally you're back. I almost thought you had changed your mind, Lord Vader."

"What do you think? Do we have a deal?" Darth Vader asked Jabba.

"Well, I can't really see her body, she is covering it with her arms." The droid traduced. I looked over at Jabba to see a grin on his ugly face. They weren't actually expecting me to take my hands down.

"Put your hands down, Lillian." He ordered. I looked at the dirty ground, still sobbing. Instead of obeying, I just shook my head. Tears were falling down my cheeks and onto the floor.

He let out an annoyed sight and lifted his left hand. Then he proceeded to force my arms off of my body. Everybody could see my body now, and I just wanted to disappear. My arms were tense, and I was forming a fist with my hands. I started crying even harder, still keeping my head low because of the embarrassment I was going through.

"Better, you are right Lord Vader she is pretty, how much do you want for her?" The traducer asked Darth Vader.

"1000 credits."

"Alright, we have a deal then. Let your Stormtroopers take the girl into the other room, meanwhile I give you the credits." The traducer spoke for Jabba. Jabba was smiling, happy to have a new slut in his collection.

As I heard that, I keeled down in front of Darth Vader ready to beg, I was really close to him, from that perspective he seemed even taller than he usually was. He was looking down at me through his mask, probably wondering what I was doing.

"Please, please don't sell me to this monster. I will do anything you ask, just don't do this to me. Please!" I implored, I looked at his helmet, there must be a little bit of good inside of him, he couldn't just sell me to this awful creature.

Some strong arms grabbed me from behind and picked me up from the floor. Now it was truly too late for me.

"Stop! I have changed my mind, I cannot accept this deal Jabba, but, don't worry, I have a few other prostitutes you might want to have a look at. Lillian still has some information to give me." Darth Vader exclaimed all of a sudden.

"What a pity, I think I would have really enjoyed her presence, but as you wish, my Lord." The traducer answered after Jabba commented the situation in Huttese.

I gave off a sight of relief as the Stormtroopers started dragging me in the direction of the imperial spaceship. It wasn't like I wanted to be there, but it was better than being with Jabba the Hutt. I personally preferred being beaten up than being taken advantage of.