After a few hours of travelling the speeder arrived at a small, single-ship space port, flying the flag of House Thul.
"So, this is what you intend for me, Sith? Selling me to some lord of House Thul?" Asked Penny, her mind racing. This might not be so bad she reasoned. House Thul don't have any off-world holdings, so I'll be staying on Alderaan. It won't take long for House Yorek, or our allies, to locate and rescue me. I'll play the submissive harem girl for a month, three months at the most, then be returned to my mansion and start planning my revenge against the Thuls, and this Sith brute. The ex-noblewoman smiled at the prospect...until Tempest answered her question.
"No Penny, I'm not selling you. It's true the Thuls put me up to this, but they just want you out of the way. They'd have been equally satisfied if I had killed you. I'm not selling you to them, I'm keeping you for myself. This port has my interceptor in it, that's the only reason we're here. As soon as we're on board we're flying directly to Dromund Kaas."
Penny's face fell. Dromund Kaas was the capital of the Empire, neither her house nor the Republic would be able to carry out a rescue mission there.
"Sorry your ladyship'" sneered Tempest, clearly enjoying himself, "but you're not getting rescued."
The Alderaanian damsel could only whimper in response. The speeder was waved through the vehicle entrance of the port and stopped in the hangar, right next to a Fury Class Imperial Interceptor. A droid was waiting by the ship.
"Welcome back master." It greeted Darth Tempest "and congratulations on a successful hunt."
"Thank you HK-51" came the reply "now let's get my prize back to Dromund Kaas."
The four occupants got out of the speeder, and Pierce removed Penny's ankle cuffs so that she could walk. With Pierce holding her right arm and Tempest her left, Penny was frogmarched towards the boarding ramp.
"Not leaving without saying goodbye, are you Penelope?" Asked a gloating female voice Penny recognised. She turned to see Lady Elana Thul, her bitter rival, dressed in noble robes, with her butler at her side and a smug grin plastered across her face. "In truth I expected the Sith to kill you. I'm glad he didn't, it means I get to see you off personally. I don't really care where he takes you, as long as it's far, far away from me."
"Rest assured of that, Lady Thul." Promised Tempest.
It had taken Penny a moment to process what she was hearing. She had been kidnapped and enslaved over a petty feud with this spiteful, vindictive bitch. She couldn't contain her anger.
"You sick, evil, twisted, conniving... GAH" she was cut off when Tempest raised his hand and her throat constricted, stopping her from breathing.
"That wasn't very nice, was it Penny?" Asked the Sith in a soft, patronising tone. Penny shook her head, hoping he'd let her breathe if she did. "Slaves should always speak respectfully to free people, don't you agree?" Penny nodded furiously, willing to agree to anything at this point. "Now, I'm going to release you, and then you're going to apologise to Lady Thul for your outburst and thank her for arranging you're new life as a slave. Nod if you understand." Penny nodded feebly as her vision started to darken. Then Tempest lowered his hand and she sucked in lungfulls of sweet air. After taking a moment to recover, Penny turned to face Elana. The Thul noblewoman was looking at her expectantly, with an enormous smile on her face. Penny did her level best to call upon the dignified, graceful demeanour she had always maintained and began to speak.
"I apologise..." she began.
"Too formal." Complained Elana.
"...I'm sorry..."
"Not humble enough." Came Elana's next interjection.
"...I beg your forgiveness?"
Elana smiled. "Much better. Continue."
"I beg your forgiveness for my...disrespectful...and impolite outburst." Penny forced herself to say. "And I thank you from the bottom of my heart...for delivering me to the life of slavery and servitude...that I so deserve."
Lady Thul laughed hysterically and clapped her hands at her grovelling rival. "Oh, this is glorious!" Then, turning to her butler; "Tell me you got a holo of that!"
"Indeed I did, Lady Thul." Assured the servant.
"Wonderful! Thank you very much, Dark Lord."
"No problem, your ladyship." Replied Tempest. "Is there anything else you'd like to do to her, or make her do before we leave?"
Elana held her chin for a moment and looked Penny up and down before saying: "I like your dress Penny."
"Um...thank you." Answered the newly enslaved noblewoman.
"In fact, I like it so much that I think I'll take it."
"What!?" Penny asked in horror.
"You heard the lady, slave: strip." Ordered Tempest, as HK-51 wordlessly removed her cuffs.
"But...but..." protested Penny.
"The only butt I want to see is yours. I repeat; Dress. Off. Now."
Penny's eyes darted around. She thought about running, but Pierce and HK-51 both had their weapons trained on her, and there were plenty of Thul soldiers around.
"You have until the count of three to start undressing." Tempest informed her. "One..." he unclipped his lightsaber from his belt.
"Please don't make me!" Implored Penny.
"Two..." he extented the lightsaber's red glowing blade.
"Stop!" Squealed Penny. "Stop, I'll do it!" She began to remove the dress, slowly slipping it down over her shoulders and stepping out of the expensive garment, leaving her in nothing but a white bra and panties, matching stockings and a pair of high heel shoes.
Elana's butler was, of course, recording the whole thing. She heard a Thul guard behind her talking to his colleagues outside via communicator, telling them they've got to come in and see this.
Elana's face was, as ever, the picture of smug delight. "Very good" she said. "Now the bra as well."
"You want my bra?" Asked Penny with a mix of confusion and disgust.
"No, but I do want you to be topless...and it seems those guys over there do as well." She gestured to the small crowd of guardsmen gathering to watch the coerced strip-tease.
Penny looked around in despair, and saw Tempest reaching for his lightsaber again. "Fine!" She relented, reaching for the strap of her bra. She covered her chest with her arms as her last item of clothing above the waist fell to the floor.
"Hands in the air please." Instructed Elana, to the undisguised delight of the guards.
"But...why? I'm obviously not armed!" Penny Protested.
"You know, I'm getting tired of her back-talk." Said the the Sith Lord. "Fortunately, I know just how to put a stop to it. Penny; give me your panties."
She gawked at him. "What...how will that stop me from..." Tempests hand moved towards his weapon. "...Oh fine then!" She hurriedly pulled down her panties, desperate to cover herself from the leering gaze of the guards again. She held the out to the Sith, who took some adhesive tape from his robe. "There!" Penny spat "But I don't see how you plan to stop me talking with tho...mph " her words were cut short when Tempest shoved the scrunched up underwear into her mouth, and sealed her lips with a strip of tape.
"Mmm...mmmm...mphhh" was all Penny could say. She blushed profusely as Elana and her guards laughed at her.
"Now that we've silenced that annoying prattle, I'll repeat Lady Thul's instruction: Hands. Up."
Penny stared daggers at Elana, and dejectedly raised her hands above her head, exposing her most intimate parts for all to see.
"Oh, excellent!" Cheered Elana. "Spin around a few times, would you?" She ordered, in the guise of a request. Penny began turning around, her hands in the air and her eyes downcast. Elana wiped a tear of laughter from her eye. "Wonderful. I think I'll project a hologram of this in the courtyard of Castle Thul. A ten foot tall recording of you, naked and twirling for my amusement, playing on a continuous loop. How does that sound?"
Penny resolved to ignore her, and continued the humiliating rotation.
After three full revolutions, Tempest cut in. "Well, this has been fun, but I think it's time for me to return home with my slave. Come along Penny, onto my ship. And keep your hands up." Penny began walking towards the boarding ramp. "Nice and slow." Tempest instructed. "Give them a spectacle to enjoy." Penny obediently slowed her walk, receiving hoots and whistles from the assembled guardsmen.
As she ascended the ramp, in nothing but her shoes and stockings, gagged with her own panties and unable to cover herself with her arms, she felt a strange sensation; a small part of her was enjoying this. She still felt mortified and wanted it to be over, but she couldn't deny to herself that she was getting slightly aroused by the degradation and humiliation she was suffering. By the force, what has this Sith done to me? she thought, as she reached the end of the ramp, and boarded the ship.

A few minutes later

Once on board Penny had been thrown into a small cage, furnished only with some blankets and a bucket, as the crew busied themselves getting the ship ready for takeoff. They had also secured a muzzle over her mouth, so that she couldn't remove the gag. As final preparations were being made, a droid and a woman with a double-bladed lightsaber approached the cage.
"Hello slave." Greeted the woman, as she opened the cage. "I'm Jaesa, Darth Tempest's apprentice. My master has instructed me to get you appropriately dressed."
Penny stepped gingerly out of the cage, unsure of what "appropriately" meant...until she saw what the droid was holding; It was a golden harem-bikini, similar to the one the Vette wore. Penny's eyes widened as she saw it. Unable to protest verbally, she folded her arms and closed her eyes, as a symbolic gesture of defiance.
I won't wear it she thought to herself. I'd rather stay naked! I am a Lady of a noble house, I won't dress like some hutt's pet! It's so humiliating, and degrading, and...and exciting. She blushed as she realised she was fantasising about wearing the outfit, chained up at Tempest's feet, with a collar around her neck. The image made her unseasonably warm. She was pulled back to reality as Jaesa held out a hand, and the ex-noblewoman felt her throat constrict again.
"We do this the hard way then." Said Jaesa. "2v, please put the shock collar on our guest."
The droid produced a steel collar with visible electronic components, and secured it around Penny's slender neck.
Jaesa released her force grip and spoke again. "This is very simple Penny. You're going to put on that slave outfit, and if you don't..." With a smile, she pushed a button on her wrist, and the collar administered a painful electric shock. "...I'll keep doing that."
Jaesa didn't need to activate the collar a second time. Penny's pride was heavily outweighed by the desire to not be shocked again. She took the humiliating golden ensemble from the droid and started dressing. Soon, she looked every inch the harem girl. She stood with her eyes downcast in shame.
"Well look at you." Came the voice of Darth Tempest, entering the room. "You really look the part now, don't you Penny?" The Sith lord circled her, eyeing her up and down. She shifted uncomfortably. Then, without warning, he grabbed hold of her, wrapping one arm around her and running the other hand up her shapely thigh. He kissed the nape of her neck and moved upwards, licking the side of her face. She closed her eyes and recoiled, partly in disgust, but mostly in embarrassment at how turned-on she was. Then the Sith lord whispered in her ear; "That's all you get until we arrive on Dromund Kaas." And threw her back into the cage, locking the door.
The Sith lord, his apprentice, and the droid all left the room, and Penny was alone. She thought on what Tempest had said, and the implication that the two of them would...get intimately aquanted on Dromund Kaas. Penny had heard stories about life in a Sith Lord's harem. In fact, she owned a few cheap novels on the subject (not that she'd ever admit to owning them). She was fully aware that sexual entertainment would be one of her duties. She also knew that she should be horrified by that...but she wasn't...and that was eating at her.
Finally, the ship took off. A rear viewing screen was visible from the cage, and Penny watched as Alderaan became smaller...and smaller....and smaller....until the world of her birth disappeared completely as the Interceptor jumped to Hyperspace.
...I'll never see it again the thought. No she corrected herself, mustn't think like that. It's a long way to Dromund Kaas, and much of that space is patrolled by the Republic. This ship will be stopped and boarded, that Sith brute...with the strong hands...will be captured or killed and I'll be rescued and returned home...yes.
She lay down on the hard floor of the cage, wrapped herself in the blankets and repeated in her head; We won't make it to Dromund Kaas...We won't make it to Dromund Kaas...We won't make it to Dromund Kaas...