This is dedicated to Wraith, as a thank you for his nice comments 
about "Padme's Perspective." 




                   THE REFUGEE CENTER 

                           by 

                        Joe Doe


A STRIP SEARCH STORY FOR STAR WARS FANS, FEATURING A LOST SCENE 
FROM "ATTACK OF THE CLONES." 

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MAIN TITLE SHOT AGAINST SPACE, AS CREDITS SCROLL: 

		STAR WARS

		EPISODE 2.2

		THE REFUGEE CENTER 

WHILE DISGUISED AS REFUGEES ON THEIR WAY TO NABOO, JEDI KNIGHT 
ANAKIN SKYWALKER AND SENATOR PADME AMIDALA ARE FORCED TO STOP 
BRIEFLY AT AN INSTELLAR REFUGEE CENTER FOR REFUELING....  
 

Anakin introduced himself to one of the guards and asked to be 
taken to the central security office so that he can scout the 
facility and ensure the senator's safety. 

Meanwhile, the senator, still in disguise as a lowly refugee, 
waited with R2D2 and the other female refugees.... 

As a queen (and now as a member of the Galactic Senate), Padme 
wasn't used to standing in lines.  But she knew that maintaining 
the guise of an impoverished and powerless refugee was important 
to her security, and she had agreed to play along with the 
charade...at least until she reached the safety of her home 
planet, Naboo. 

Although she wasn't used to being treated as a commoner, her new 
persona was not without its advantages.  Although the 25-year-old 
was very pretty, she tended to intimidate most men, and was too 
busy with her career for the rest.  But her current guise allowed 
her to mix and flirt with the men aboard the ship.  Padme basked 
in the male attention, even when it created disturbances and 
altercations that Anakin inevitably had to clean up.   

Anakin's consternation at her flirty ways amused her.  She 
delighted in reminding him that she was an important senator, 
and, as a Jedi Knight, it was his duty to "pick up" after her.  
Anakin was furious with her, but she knew there was more to his 
resentment than mere annoyance. 

She knew that he was in love with her, and she enjoyed toying 
with the lovesick Jedi.  She teased him about his "dorky hair," 
and about the way he had to "run, fetch, and jump for Obi Wan."  
But most of all, she delighted in teasing him about his vow of 
celibacy. 

"My poor little virgin!" she would say, sympathetically.  "No 
wonder you're so TENSE and FRUSTRATED all the time.  It must be 
so HARD on you.  But I suspect that, when you're alone at night, 
you...take matters in hand!"

It was a joke that never grew old...for her. 

"My poor little Padawan apprentice!" she would tease.  "When you 
get to be a Jedi, will they finally let you extend your lightsaber 
all the way?  Or will it stay all soft, floppy, and limp?" 

"Don't underestimate the power of the force," Anakin would say, 
angrily.   

"Don't pout, my little Jedi eunuch.  You don't want me to have to 
turn you over my knee, and spank you!" 

She delighted in watching him blush and squirm through her verbal 
abuse.  She enjoyed watching him silently fume as she shamefully 
seduced the other men of the ship, and then left him to sort out 
the resulting mess.  Anakin spent most of his time placating 
frustrated men or their angry wives and girlfriends. 

Yes, pretending to be a refugee was FUN! 

As she impatiently waited in line for the local police to begin 
their processing, Padme looked around for a way to create mischief. 
She had seen the video cameras all over the processing area, and 
she'd already asked R2D2 to plug into a computer console to find 
out if Anakin was in fact in the central security room where all 
of the video monitors were located.   

R2D2 had verified that he was indeed watching her, which pleased 
the young senator.  She had seen Anakin surreptitiously appraising 
her body during the last few days, and she enjoyed the thought of 
him watching her. 

Senator Padme decided to remove her elaborate headdress and outer 
cloak, which left her slender arms bare.  She knew the effect her 
exposed skin would have on her frustrated audience. 

As she waited in line, she noticed a large table with a seemingly 
infinite variety of straps attached to the side, and a series of 
hoses connected to the wall of what appeared to be a large concrete 
holding area.  The hoses and the drains in the floor made it appear 
that the area was used to clean something. 

She asked one of her fellow female refugees what the table and 
hoses were for. 

"That is the search area for female refugees," her fellow traveler 
replied.  "The guards at these facilities are creeps, and every 
now and then they catch a female refugee without the proper 
clearances.  They take her to the 'search area' for what they 
refer to as 'fun,'" she said, her voice dripping with contempt. 

"What sort of 'fun' do they have?" Padme asked, eyeing the table 
nervously. 

"Women without clearance papers are searched," the other woman 
explained.  "First they are frisked...or groped is more like it.  
Then they're stripped, supposedly to check for contraband.  But 
it's just a free show, if you ask me!" 

Padme was genuinely shocked.  "That's terrible!"  She looked at 
the hoses attached the wall and began to imagine their purpose.  
"Um...you said that the women are stripped?  Exactly how much do 
they have to take off?" 

"Everything!" the pretty refugee replied.  "They strip those poor 
women absolutely buck naked, and all the guards get to watch.  
They record it on disc too, so all the toadies in the control 
room get to gloat about it." 

She shivered.   

"Of course, as if taking off one's clothes in front of a group of 
perverted guards isn't humiliating enough, then they strap the 
poor girl to the table.  They tie her down spread eagled, and they 
probe her...everywhere!  

"Then they let her up and spray her with those," she said, pointing 
to the hoses attached to the wall.  "The woman certainly doesn't 
want to soap up in front of a dozen lip-smacking guards, but, if 
she doesn't scrub every crack and crevice, then the guards will 
'lend a hand.'"   

Padme looked at the guards, who were ogling the females in the 
line and joking among themselves.  From their loutish appearance, 
she had no doubt that everything the refugee was telling her 
was true.  

"When they're done with the shower, the prisoner is deloused.  The 
chemicals burn pretty good, because they have to kill any type of 
bacteria on any creature in the galaxy.  I guess you can imagine 
how much that spray stinks!" 

Padme's delicate nose wrinkled at the thought of it. 

"None of the women in this group is in any danger, however," the 
woman continued.  "They were all scanned and their papers verified 
before they were let on board the ship.  As soon as they confirm 
the information we'll be free to go."  

"Are you sure they won't search us?" Padme asked.   

"The only way a woman would be searched is if the ship's computer 
records got totally fouled up, and that never happens.  Much to 
the guards' disappointment, I'm sure.  There is nothing these 
creeps like better than poking and probing some defenseless 
woman." 

Padme thought of Anakin watching her from the control room.  As a 
senator, she was shocked that refugee women could be treated that 
way, but she had to admit that the thought of parading a butt-naked 
woman past the tense, sexually frustrated Jedi amused her greatly. 

And she wouldn't just be naked.  From the look of the exam table, 
the poor woman would be naked and DISPLAYED.  When the cruel 
straps were pulled taut, every inch of her naked flesh would 
be exposed to the camera's searching eye.   

She smiled.  Anakin Skywalker would be seeing a woman's most 
secret, delicate areas for the first time.  And then, after she 
was strapped down, helpless and vulnerable, the loathsome guards 
would use their authority to explore her, inch by inch. 

Chuckling, she imagined the bug-eyed Anakin staring transfixed at 
the monitors.  "I wonder how he'd explain the stain on the front 
of his sacred Jedi robe to Obi Wan?" she mused. 

Of course, she knew that everyone's paperwork was in perfect order. 
It had been checked three times before they boarded the ship at 
Coruscant.  It was too bad, in a strange way: the thought of Anakin 
watching an actual strip search was intoxicating. 

Padme observed one of the humanoid guards looking her over, and she 
teasingly ran her hand up and down her bare arm and winked at him.   

She smiled as she noticed the stiffness in his pants.  Men were so 
predictable. 

As she watched the guard ogle her, she had an idea.  A terrible, 
horrible, wonderful idea! 

What if she could arrange some way of being searched?   

Searched...stripped...in front of Anakin...the thrill would be 
incredible!  Padme enjoyed the power games she played with the 
handmaidens who sometimes assumed her identity for security 
reasons.  She secretly enjoyed being ordered about like a servant, 
being made to fetch, and carry, and scrape before her "betters."  
Despite her dominant personality, she also had a strong submissive 
streak, and the chance to play prisoner was simply too delicious to 
miss.... 

But how could it be done?  Her paperwork was in perfect order, and 
soon she would be granted her routine clearance.   

Padme glanced down at R2D2, the small droid that was accompanying 
her on her trip home.  Perhaps her little mechanical friend could 
once again prove his usefulness.... 

R2D2, Padme knew, would have the power to strip her of everything.  
The loyal little droid could take away her security clearances, 
erase her medical records, and leave her utterly at the mercy of 
the horny guards who were now running their eyes up and down her 
attractive form.  R2 could strip her of everything and leave her 
with nothing but the clothes on her back.... 

And the guards, she knew, would know what to do with those.

Of course, there was always Anakin.  He was, after all, her 
bodyguard, and, as soon as he saw she was trouble, he would 
undoubtedly come down to rescue her.   

Or would he? 

Jedi Knights, as she never tired of reminding him, were 
professional goody-goodies, but she knew that every man 
had his limits.  Only a few hours before, Anakin had 
pointedly reminded her that, "I will protect your life, 
but I am not your servant.  The next time you cause trouble, 
you are on your own." 

Now she unbuttoned the top buttons on her blouse and smiled at one 
of the guards, who leered back at her.   

She chuckled.  The guard had something on his mind, but it 
definitely wasn't assassination.   

Would Anakin save her?  Padme wasn't sure.  The intense young man 
took his vows seriously, but she could tell that he was struggling 
with his vow of celibacy.  She had been teasing him unmercifully, 
and this "computer glitch" would fulfil his wildest dreams.... 

At last, he would see mighty Senator Padme Amidala, the former 
Queen of Naboo, sans title, sans power, and most importantly, 
sans clothing. 

Anakin, she knew, would have complete deniability.  Although she 
knew he was watching her on the monitors, he could always claim 
that he was elsewhere, checking ahead on their security 
arrangements.  It would hardly be his fault; after all, the 
senator was now surrounded by at least a dozen policemen. 

On the other hand, as a professional do-gooder, would he really 
stand by and watch as an innocent woman was stripped absolutely 
stark naked, for the amusement of a group of horny guards?  Could 
he passively watch them strip away her dignity and tie her to the 
table for a humiliating and shameful probing? 

She smiled.  It would be an interesting experiment.  She had 
overheard Obi Wan talking about "the conflict" in Anakin, and 
she wondered which side would win: the Jedi knight, or the horny 
teenager? 

Padme leaned over and whispered to her droid, "R2, I want you to go 
to a computer port that is not monitored by a guard and is not in 
front of a video monitor, and I want you to...." 

R2 listened carefully to the instructions, but then swivelled round 
and round, making strange sounds.   

"Yes, that's right, R2D2," Padme whispered.  "Erase everything!"   

It was only when she repeated her instructions for a third time 
that the helpful little droid wandered off to do his duty.  Humans 
were strange, but R2D2 knew better than to argue with Padme. 

She smiled as the confused droid sneaked off.  Without her medical 
records, she knew, the guards would have to hose her down and 
delouse her.   

Of course Anakin would stop the search before that...wouldn't he?   

As she neared the station, Padme noticed two Gamorian guards, 
better known as "Pig Guards," armed with axes by the door.  The 
sight was strangely relaxing for the nervous senator. 

She knew Anakin was furious with her, and she suspected that he 
might let the humanoid guards strip and perhaps even fondle her 
a bit before he intervened.  But surely he would never let the 
disgusting pig guards put their paws on her! 

Padme felt her heart racing as she stood nervously before the guard 
at the desk.  The guard's face broke into an enormous grin as he 
scanned her identity card and the red light on his console began 
to blink.   

"I'm so sorry, miss," he said, unctuously.  "But I'm afraid you are 
going to have to step to the side, so we can search you."   

"Search me?" Padme said, feigning surprise.  "But that's 
ridiculous.  My papers were triple-checked before I left 
Coruscant."   

"Be that as it may, we are still going to have to search you," the 
guard replied.  "Step over to the search area, please."   

She swallowed hard as the guard in the search area motioned for her 
to raise her arms.  She eyed the door nervously, half-expecting her 
hero, Anakin, to burst through, light saber in hand, to stop this 
outrage. 

But the security door remained bolted. 

The guard slowly, teasingly ran his fingers over her bare arms and 
then gently massaged her back.  She winced as he moved his hands 
over her shoulders and began to slowly and deliberately fondle her 
breasts. 

She noticed that every camera in the security area was now focused 
entirely on her.  Anakin, no doubt, was watching her humiliation 
from every angle. 

When the guard began to playfully squeeze her shapely bottom, she 
tried to squirm away, but a sharp pinch reminded the senator that 
she was no longer in charge. 

Padme glanced nervously at the door.  Where was Anakin?  Why wasn't 
he coming to rescue her? 

She bit her lip as the guard's grubby hands slid between her legs.  
He took his time groping her most delicate areas, and she was sure 
that Anakin would stop this soon. 

But she was wrong. 

The grinning guard stood in front of her and coyly ran his fingers 
through her dark brown hair.  "I'm afraid a more thorough search 
is required, miss," he said, his voice oozing mock regret.  "I'm 
going to have to ask you to remove your clothes." 

Padme looked over at the bio-scanner in the corner.  In just a few 
seconds, she knew the device could instantly determine if she were 
smuggling contraband or if she had any diseases.   

But what fun would that be? 

The lecherous guards had decided to bypass the usual mechanical 
method in favor of subjecting the helpless female refugee to an 
old-fashioned strip-search.  

Of course the bio-scan was more reliable, but the leering guards 
obviously preferred a "hands-on" approach. 

"If you're shy, the guards can help you...," the supervisor said, 
as the two pig guards began to approach. 

Padme quickly kicked off her shoes and socks.  She told herself she 
had nothing to fear.  Anakin would never allow this. 

She slowly slid her pants down to her ankles, deliberately delaying 
her exposure as much as possible.   

Anakin would save her, if only she gave him more time. 

But soon she was standing in front of the guards in nothing but a 
brief white t-shirt and sheer, almost transparent, underpants.   

Where was Anakin? 

She pulled her t-shirt over her head, but quickly covered her 
breasts.  As she noticed the pig guards adjusting the straps 
on the table, she made her decision. 

The game had gone far enough.  She would reveal her identity to 
the guards and inform them that she was under the protection of 
the Jedi Knights.  There wasn't a policeman in the galaxy stupid 
enough to tangle with a Jedi! 

But, as she prepared to speak, she felt a strange tightness close 
around her throat, almost as if she were being choked.  She could 
still breathe, but the tightness reduced her attempts to speak to 
a childish gurgle. 

As soon as she stopped talking, the tightness eased.  But, when she 
tried to speak again, the unseen hand once more closed around her 
throat and rendered her unintelligible. 

"Quit stalling, you little bimbo, and drop your underpants," one of 
the guards said, gruffly.  "We can't wait all day!" 

As she defensively reached for her underpants, intending to hold 
them up, she felt an unseen force grab the hem of the tiny sheer 
garment and WHISK! her panties down to her ankles.  She quickly 
bent down to try and retrieve the traitorous garment, but was 
forced up by a stinging SLAP! across the tender cheeks of her 
bare bottom.   

Padme spun around, but there was no one behind her.  Who had 
spanked her?  What was happening? 

Before she could consider it, two of the guards grabbed her by the 
wrists and effortlessly pulled her down onto the exam table.  It 
took only a few seconds for the guards to pull her panties the rest 
of the way off and tighten the straps around her delicate wrists 
and ankles. 

The guards busied themselves putting on their rubber gloves, 
quickly forming a line in front of the exam table.  She 
grimaced to see the grubby, drooling pig guards struggling 
to fit the thin latex gloves over their chubby digits. 

Everyone, it seemed, would have a turn between the senator's 
legs....   

Padme looked to her right.  During her slow striptease, one of the 
guards had brought out a large tub of grease and set it next to the 
exam table.   

Her eye's widened as she realized that she was staring directly at 
the greasy lubricant that was going to be used in probing her most 
secret places.... 

The naked senator winced as the guards pulled on the straps.  She 
struggled, but it was a losing battle.  Slowly her legs began to 
spread, exposing her to the grinning guards.   

Above her, she noticed the security camera's probing eye zooming in 
for a closer look. 

Never again would she underestimate the power of the Force....



Edited by C. Lakewood
 
