Chapter 1 – Whisked Away
Warning: The following story involves sexual abuse, violence and rape. It is a story of fiction and nothing else. The author of this story does not advocate the use of violence to satisfy one's sexual lust at the expense of someone else. If you do not understand the difference between fiction and reality, read no further. If you dislike stories that involve gang rape, read no further.
If you always felt that Padmé has always been oversexualized in fanfic and would like to read a story where she is exactly as she was portrayed by actress Natalie Portman when Attack Of The Clones was filmed back in 2000 (when Natalie was 19), then you might enjoy this fanfiction story.
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A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
Ten years after the battle at Naboo, the Galactic Republic is threatened by a Separatist movement organized by former Jedi Master Count Dooku. Senator Padmé Amidala comes to Coruscant to vote on a motion to create an army to assist the Jedi against the threat. Narrowly avoiding an assassination attempt upon her arrival, she is placed under the protection of Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and his apprentice Anakin Skywalker. The pair thwart a second attempt on Padmé's life and subdue the assassin, Zam Wesell, who is killed by her employer, a bounty hunter, before she can reveal his identity. The Jedi Council instructs Obi-Wan to find the bounty hunter, while Anakin is tasked to protect Padmé and escort her back to Naboo, where the two fall in love in spite of the Jedi Code that forbids attachments.
Obi-Wan's search leads him to the mysterious ocean planet of Kamino, where he discovers an army of clones being produced for the Republic under the name of Sifo-Dyas, a deceased Jedi Master, with bounty hunter Jango Fett serving as their genetic template. Obi-Wan deduces Jango to be the bounty hunter he is seeking, and after a brief battle, places a homing beacon on Jango's ship, Slave I. He then follows Jango and his clone son, Boba, to the planet Geonosis. Meanwhile, Anakin is troubled by visions of his mother, Shmi, in pain and decides to return to his homeworld of Tatooine with Padmé to save her. Watto reveals that he sold Shmi to moisture farmer Cliegg Lars, who then freed and married her. Cliegg tells Anakin that she was abducted by Tusken Raiders one month earlier and is likely dead. Determined to find his mother, Anakin ventures out and finds her at the Tusken campsite, barely alive. After she dies in his arms, an enraged Anakin massacres the entire tribe. He later confesses his actions to Padmé and vows that he will find a way to prevent the deaths of those he loves.
On Geonosis, Obi-Wan discovers a Separatist gathering led by Count Dooku, who is developing a droid army with Trade Federation Viceroy Nute Gunray and ordered the attempts on Padmé's life. Obi-Wan transmits his findings to the Jedi Council but is captured by Separatist droids. Dooku meets Obi-Wan in his cell and explains his role in the Confederacy of Independent Systems' formation, while implying that the Sith Lord Darth Sidious is in control of a large portion of the Galactic Senate. He then invites Obi-Wan to join him and stop Sidious. When Obi-Wan refuses, Dooku claims that Obi-Wan's late master and Dooku's former apprentice Qui-Gon Jinn would have, had he been alive. Meanwhile, Senate Representative Jar Jar Binks proposes a successful vote to grant emergency powers to Chancellor Palpatine, allowing the clone army to be authorized.
Anakin and Padmé head to Geonosis to rescue Obi-Wan, but Anakin loses his lightsaber in the Geonosian droid factory before being captured by Jango. In an arena, Dooku sentences the trio to death at the hands of three fierce beasts --- the Reek, the Nexu and the Acklay.
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While Anakin and Obi-Wan Kenobi are fighting for their lives against the gigantic predators, Padmé has managed to climb on the tall column, where she gets picked up and flown to safety by a group of flying droids.
They bring her to a ship secreted by Count Dooku, who had felt the coming of Mace Windu and his Jedi knights through the Force.
“Where's Padmé?!” Anakin cries. Both Jedi's powers are too busy fighting the gigantic predators to ponder the question; she is nowhere to be seen; they sense her being carried away somewhere and she is not in direct danger. They manage to kill all three beasts using their Jedi powers, and by this time, they are saved by a cohort of Jedis led by Yoda and Mace Windu; Jango Fett gets beheaded by Windu during the ensuing battle.
After a rocky chase, Obi-Wan and Anakin intercept Dooku, and they engage in a lightsaber duel. They are no match for Dooku, who injures Obi-Wan with very accurate saber blows that won't kill nor maim him; he then severs Anakin's right forearm, beginning the boy's journey to the Dark Side, but Yoda intercepts him and defends them.
In spite of his very small size, Yoda frustrates Count Dooku in their dazzling-fast lightsaber duel. In order to safely retreat, Count Dooku uses the Force in a lethal attempt against Anakin and Obi-Wan, knowing Yoda will use the Force to save them by blocking the tons of boulders from falling on them as they both lay helpless on the ground.
Dooku escapes to his hidden ship, which is fitted with an extremely sophisticated cloak that allows him to avoid detection until he enters hyperspace, bound for his destination.
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Count Dooku smiled. He was safe for the time being. He was supposed to go to Coruscant, where Darth Sidious was waiting for him, but he decided to deviate from his course and go to a solar system on the far edge of the galaxy—A place where he would give Padmé the treatment she truly deserved.
He was now eager to execute the new, unforeseen element of his master plan. There was improvisation in this, but it would be a surefire way to stir hatred in Anakin and make him fall to the Dark Side. In time, Dooku would defeat and replace Darth Sidious and take Anakin as his apprentice. The alone-time with Padmé was a life-altering bonus.
The idea had come to him as his eyes fell on Padmé during the mock trial. There was no way in the galaxy he was going to allow the execution of such a gorgeous girl!
When that cat-like monster climbed up that column, Dooku had used the Force to keep her safe until the flying droids came to fetch her. Now she was safe on board of his ship and into hyperspace.
While the pilot and copilot of his secret ship manned the course with the required computations, Count Dooku rose from the Captain's seat and walked into the ship's passengers’ room, where Padmé was kept, handcuffed and chained with her feet together. She sat on a cushion chair between the four flying droids standing a motionless watch.
An R2-series astromech droid stood nearby with its squat form and its round head; this droid had fire-red stripes on a shiny silver structure.
“Hello, young lady! I think we can take these off now...” Count Dooku casually said, smiling at Padmé. With a hand gesture, he used the Force to free her from the handcuffs and the chains.
She immediately surged from her seat and rushed at him and tried to punch and kick him using her advanced self-defence training, but the Count laughed and mocked her as he easily dodged and kept himself safe from what was to him a series of pathetic and highly predictable attacks.
His tall, sleek figure with his wide brown cape danced around her as he kept escaping her blows, while Padmé—in a white outfit that tightly hugged her slender curves and showed her navel and midriff along with her right arm—offered a day vs. night contrast against the Jedi’s dark clothes. Her nubile contours made one think of the eternal youth and time. And time was on the old Jedi’s side.
He let her tire herself out. In a way analog to how age always ends up taking its toll, the young woman began panting, and the perky shapes of her breasts offered an inviting sight that pushed the tightness of her bright outfit every time she breathed. Count Dooky was delighted. He had taken a risky course of action; Darth Sidious wasn’t going to be happy with this, but she was worth it!
Padmé’s breasts had delicate, yet full shapes. She was slightly bustier than ten years before when she was Queen Amidala. Seeing those tits even clothed was enough to make the old Jedi hard. He immensely enjoyed the anticipation of sucking those tits as he kept playing cat and mouse with her.
Count Dooku loved the slenderness of her short figure. She stood a bit shorter than the average height, which he found lovely. He towered above most men. She felt and looked so tiny, so vulnerable as she kept trying to fight him, digging even deeper into her exhaustion. Now that she was in sweat, her tits were going to be saltier and even more of a treat to kiss and suck!
Her dark hair was perfectly styled and resting on her shoulders, against the pristine whiteness of her tight outfit. The warm brown of her threads accentuated her rich complexion, where her peachy face was flushed and shimmering with sweat—and the contrast was made even better by those tonsils that looked wet and black against her bright skin.
Dooku planned on drinking her sweat off her tits and off those buttocks he had seen the shapes of through her tight-fitting trousers when she stood atop that tall pillar in the arena, looking like a queen of light under the bright sun of Geonosis.
After yet another swing at him, Padmé nearly lost her balance out of sheer exhaustion. She looked at him, her brown eyes sparkling with hate and fright under the perfect lines of her eyebrows. Her straight nose would be just as delicate under his touch as the rest of her soft features. She was going to add infinite enjoyment to his escape.
Each passing moment amplified the pleasure that would soon be his. He relished the thought of ripping her clothes off. Yes, he was going to strip Padmé! Strip her and enjoy her beauty, right down to the tip of her toes and everywhere else. He loved, worshipped a girl's feet. He knew that Padmé’s would be life-altering to touch and kiss. He already had a strong erection under his dark Jedi robes.
Padmé felt his intense lust and realized she was alone with him, flying between solar systems. No one was going to rescue her.
“Noo!” she shouted with defiance in her voice as she viciously rushed at him and threw a fast flurry of punches and kicks at Count Dooku, whose laughing face, white beard and all, kept eluding her angry kicks and punches.
“All right, Vigils! Hold her!” Dooku commanded to the flying droids, who instantly came alive as their master pronounced the code word “Vigil”.
Padmé, out of breath and helpless, felt the mechanical, cold strength of the droids as they seized and restrained her wrists and ankles. She was facing her tall enemy and felt his prying gaze as he looked down at her bosom. She sensed the lust in him... And there was nothing she could do to stop him...
“No! You have no right to do this!” she cried out.
She was too proud to beg, but she still appealed to his sense of morals. Maybe there was some good left in him.
The tall Jedi now stood with his chest inches from her. He completely dominated her. With his silver hair and beard, he looked like he was in his sixties, but she knew for a fact he was at least 80 years old.
He did something she didn't expect. He gently caressed her cheek and stroked her hair. She shuddered and did her utmost to recoil away from his assault, but he pressed on. What struck her was his height. So tall! He was just as tall as the Jedi she had lost her virginity with. Just as tall if not even a bit taller! His deep, manly voice struck chords right down within her as he spoke.
“The Jedi Masters of the Council have it all wrong when they say a Jedi must not have attachments, that a Jedi must not have ties of love. I remember Qui-Gon-Jinn, once my apprentice. He fell in love with a beautiful girl of his age. Shani was a teenage Padawan like him, she was in fact a lot like you when you were Queen Amidala, but... Young Qui-Gon didn’t understand that life forms also include sex.”
“No, please! Don’t speak of him! Please...”
“I think he ended up falling in love with some teenage girl that reminded him of her... This he no doubt did much later, when it was too late and... but oohh! I sense great sorrow and guilt in you, young lady! Didn’t he spend some time with you just before he died?”
As he toyed with her feelings, Count Dooku kept gently stroking her hair with an amused grin. Padmé knew that the Dark Jedi was sensing her love for Qui-Gon as tears welled in her eyes, then rolled down on her spotless cheeks as she remembered the man she had given herself to so long ago. She always remembered Qui-Gon Jinn with love, fondness and a most painful sense of loss and extreme guilt.
Sex with Qui-Gon had been absolutely amazing, especially on Tatooine when they did it for the first time, and this was the very reason why she never had sex with anyone else for all those ten long years, until she finally gave herself to Anakin on Naboo, just before that fateful trip to Geonosis.
Padmé had always felt extremely guilty about Qui-Gon’s death, feeling that his thoughts for her had cost him that split-second that had allowed Darth Maul to slain him.
She started to cry and sob, then raised her head at her grinning tormentor and snarled at him!
“Get your hands off me, you creep! And leave Qui-Gon where he is!”
She spat on his face, but the old Jedi was unfazed. Dooku just kept stroking her long braided hair, wearing the same evil grin. He seemed to like having her snot on his cheek.
Then, he gently rested his other hand on her opposite cheek and kissed her without warning!
She tried to escape, straining within the cold-metal grip of the droids, only hurting her wrists and ankles as she screamed in muffled sounds inside his lewd kissing and tried to turn her face away, but the old Jedi held her head with both hands and took possession of her face, giving her no choice other than enduring the ordeal.
He licked her lips and then lewdly slobbered her entire face with mad tongue strokes as she screamed just as if a venomous snake was biting her cunt.
Her shrieks filled the ship’s lounge. He used the Force to readjust the lights to a warm atmosphere where Padmé’s charms would be plainly visible in their utmost softness. The former Queen of Naboo deserved to be raped with style.
As he stepped back after the prolonged session of face licking, Dooku saw her eyes ablaze with fury and laughed.
She spat on his face again.
“I hate you! I hate you, you creep... You, dirty old... m, man!” she cried as she vainly tried to wrestle free from the droids and their grip of unwavering steel. One of her wrists was bloody. The pain strongly suggested that she stopped her pointless struggle, but she kept at it, trying to escape her thoughts about Qui-Gon Jinn and her terrible sense of guilt. To no avail.
Padmé began sobbing as she saw Count Dooku take off his cape, then he began to remove his Jedi’s black suit. Near the door to the cockpit, two tall men stood at attention in brown uniforms—nondescript crewmen in nondescript uniforms. They were there to partake.
“Yes, my adorable plaything, ” he said, smiling, “these two men would get killed for my sake. And you, my dear, and the treasures of your body will be a reward for their loyalty, after I'm done!”
Padmé's sobs and cries grew even louder and shriller as it dawned on her that she was not just going to be raped by Count Dooku. These two lowlifes were going to have her as well!
“Noooooo! You’re a monster! Qui-Gon! Please help me!”
“I doubt that my former and best Padawan is in any state to come and save you, and besides, he’d be no match for my lightsaber!” Count Dooku observed as he quickly stripped himself naked.
Padmé felt grossed out, yet she was secretly aroused by the repeated mentions of Qui-Gon. She felt some weird electric current within her. It almost felt as if Qui-Gon Jinn was right there and about to watch and enjoy the sight of her getting raped.
During their brief time together, teenage Padmé had sometimes toyed with the—politically suicidal—thought of letting others have her in front of him, for she was so madly in love! In love and keen on exploring her own sexuality, but Qui-Gon wasn’t into that sort of thing.
Even as a lover, the Jedi Master remained very protective of her, perhaps even more than before, most likely out of his sense of guilt. Together, they had shared something very illicit and immoral and maybe this was why the sex had been so ungodly intense!
Padmé had learned what it feels like to be taken and go blind in the arms of a man, thanks to Qui-Gon. He had broken her angel’s wings, like they say on Naboo.
She preferred not telling Anakin about Qui-Gon. She already had the unease from Obi-Wan Kenobi to deal with. There was no need to add Anakin to this pool of unease. Anakin was still a bit like a kid to her, but he was growing strong. Anakin was still only 19. But he was so very handsome! Yes, she was going to be his wife and they’d grow together...
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Count Dooku proved to be surprisingly handsome in the nude. Time had some difficulty with diminishing the well-toned muscles of the seasoned Jedi. Terrible old age was going to take its toll because it is the path of all living things, but it was clearly taking an inordinate amount of years in Dooku’s case. Count Dooku did not fear death, but he loved life and he was about to show Padmé how much and how intensely!
Padmé’s jaw dropped when she saw Dooku's pale and stiff erection sticking out of his white-haired pelvis. She gasped upon seeing his pair of balls, heavy with she-knew-what, ominous, as he smiled at her and came near her.
VVVZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...
The sound and the Zooming wind of red heat hit her ears and tingled the sensitive skin between her breasts as she realized what just happened.
Count Doku, his glowing white-red lightsaber in his right hand, had just flown his weapon from his discarded belt and into his hand, then burned-slashed the front of her tight shirt, neatly cutting a wide gap showing her cleavage and clear hints of her perky tits, her nipples almost visible near the burned edges of the ruined shirt. All of this within a heartbeat!
He dropped his turned-off lightsaber and grabbed her still-intact collar, then he ripped it wide open, basking in the sounds of tearing fabric as he uttered a grunting cry of joy and did what he had in the back of his mind when she stood “trial” next to Anakin...
“AAAAAAAAHHRRRRRRR YESS!!!”
Padmé was suddenly topless, her pale nipples matching her rosy lips atop girly mounds, with delicate shadows showcasing her grace under the ship’s soft light as she panted hard, her eyes filled with rage and stupor and arousal, her sweaty torso shimmering in that soft light between the white curtains of destruction that used to be her shirt, as she cried...
“Nnooooo, please! Stop this! STOP THIS!!!”
“Why stop? You’re secretly enjoying this, young lady. Your thoughts are leaning to Anakin, and to Qui-Gon. I can see it through the Force. You see, my dear Padmé, there’s nothing you can hide frome me!”
“You’re a monster! Aaaaa aaaaah—AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaa Qui-Gon help me!”
“R2-S7! Begin the Cuckold Recording!” Dooku ordered the R2 droid with his loud voice of command.
The code word “Cuckold” activated the droid, who began recording a 3-D film in holograms that would show everything that was going to happen from that point on; everything right down to the tiny-pixel details.
Count Dooku, his eyes filled with mad joy, terrified her as he plunged and cupped her breasts! She yelped and shook her head in refusal, then tried to spit in his face, but he was too low. He uttered a loud roar of fulfilled desire as he began to suck her tits. At last!
She bitterly sobbed and begged him to please stop! She panicked as she felt his warm slobber on her pristine tits as he kneaded and licked them avidly, in lewd slurping sounds, his eyes wide open as he literally ate the splendour of her long-dreamed-about breasts!
He sucked her tits again, again and again, holding her slender waist between firm hands, letting the sobbing girl feel the madness of his lust.
“AAAaaarrhh! Padmé! At last! At last! Mmmhhh aaaaahrrrrr, this is so good! Qui-Gon had great taste! I’ll give him that, mmmhhh, ooooohh YES! YES!”
“Stop saying Qui-Gon’s name, please I beg you!”
Padmé was crying and ablaze with fury mixed with weird notes of involuntary arousal.
As he kept violating her bosom, she found with a shock that she actually wanted him to keep mentioning Qui-Gon’s name. It stirred a fire within her, a never-forgotten fire, rekindled every time she masturbated—A heat that was immorally pleasant in spite of her being defiled by the old creepy Jedi.
She had no idea that so noble and dignified a Jedi was capable of becoming so animalistic! Was he going to do his utmost to pleasure her and thus humiliate her even more?
The ship’s lounge was now filled with a silence broken only by Padmé’s panting and sobbing, mixed with Dooku’s slobbering as he now engulfed one of her tits in his mouth and rolled his tongue around her nipple, mingling his slobber with her sweat as her breasts swelled against her will. She couldn’t help it! She was already soaking wet under her tight-fitting trousers!
As he kept at it, Padmé felt the gentle brush of Dooku’s beard against her hyper-sensitive skin. This reminded her of Qui-Gon and pushed her further down the path to her sexual dark side. With each roll of Dooku’s tongue around her nipple, with each brush from his beard, Padmé was taken further and further down that path, a descending path. She was now fighting to keep herself from whimpering.
“Well well well, I see! Qui-Gon Jinn had very good taste! Ooh, the fun he must have had with you on Tatooine!”
“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! You’re not even half the man he was!”
Padmé bitterly sobbed, tears freely flowing down her face. She was crying and sweating, crying and sobbing like a teenage girl, and making her bust even more desirable under that sheen of sweat, which Dooku lapped with glee as he enjoyed her girly salt.
Her panting chest pushed her breasts out every time she breathed, unwillingly giving a paradise to her enemy.
Dooku couldn’t get enough of her perky tits with those rosy pearls of flesh she had for nipples. She tasted so amazing! His only disappointment was linked to time. He would have liked it even better if he had sucked those tits when she was younger.
“Yes, Qui-Gon must have had the time of his life sucking those tits when you were just a teenager! At least, he died a lucky old bastard!”
“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Nnaaooooooo! Aaaah—aaaaaaah aaaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh rrrrRRRRRRAAAAA HHH AAAAA AAAAAAAA A aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, Qui-Gon help me...”
“Oohh, calm down, young lady. I’m just fucking with you! Ha! Ha! Ha! HA! HAAAAAAAAARRRHH! NO ESCAPE FOR YOU!”
His eyes filled with wonder and disbelief, Count Dooku kept enjoying Padmé's breasts. They still offered a teenage-like show of grace. He presently licked the silky-soft underside of those wonders of nature and drank more of her scent. It was so much better with sweat!
Her nipples were of a fascinating hue—Another one of her mysteries now shown in plain sight! How could this be so simple? Padmé’s nipples were kind of puffy with areolas that beautifully faded into the silky softness of her skin. She was so perfect, even then, well into her twenties...
But ooohh! What they must have been like ten years ago! Count Dooku suddenly felt jealous of Qui-Gon Jinn.
“Yes, my old Padawan died an old lucky bastard!” he repeated through his teeth.
“Fuck you! Anakin’s gonna kill you!”
Dooku was grinning at her as he now looked up into her from where he kept cupping her breasts. Then he looked down again and laughed. These perky tits of hers looked surprisingly vast when seen from so close. And now he couldn’t wait to see and enjoy the rest of her.
Dooku had been stooping down on Padmé and playing with her nubile breasts.
But his sense of disappointment lingered and became annoying, a bit like a tiny splinter in the foot. It was a tiny disappointment, yet deeply annoying, because he felt powerless to do anything about it. No matter how strong he was in the Force, the old Dark Jedi could not make her any younger. This disappointment festered and started to anger him.
It felt as if Qui-Gon was right there and watching him, grinning and almost laughing at him as he sensed his disappointment. And suddenly, Dooku saw him!
Qui-Gon Jinn stood right there, near that wall, present, yet not really there. A faded phantom, yet plainly visible and unimpeachably tall...
Qui-Gon stood tall in his usual Jedi cloak, just as tall as him or very nearly so. It was like a hologram, yet he felt his presence through the Force.
Dooku was shocked to see that his former Padawan had so completely mastered the knowledge of life forms that he was able to transcend death itself! He sensed and knew that Padmé couldn’t see Qui-Gon’s phantom. The phantom suddenly spoke...
“Greetings, my old Master! Stooping down and worshipping Youth, are you? Well, suck and love her all you will, Master Dooku, you will never truly possess her, not anymore than you can make her younger!”
Dooku didn’t reply. The droid was recording, and he couldn’t show any weakness. Anakin was going to eventually see the hologram footage. He thus pretended that the disturbing presence wasn’t there.
He channelled his frustration into a wild rage! He grabbed Padmé’s trousers at her hips and violently pulled them down, taking her belt along for the downward ride and growing insanely horny as a lot more of Padmé’s skin was revealed under his wrath.
Padmé’s white panties were suddenly there, wriggling along with her panicking hips, and then no longer there as Dooku ripped them off, basking in her shrill screams, sensing her panic and the sting of her humiliation as he uncovered the well-trimmed vee of her hairy cunt! A touch darker than her long flowing hair.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH NN-NNAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOO PLEASE! DON’T! DDOOOOOOON’T!!!”
Loving the way she squealed and shrieked, Dooku plunged between her legs and began avidly kissing her intimate land of trimmed hair while his hands landed on her naked hips and he discovered how soft her skin truly was. Like the softest skin in the galaxy!
She smelled and tasted in a way that got him as stiff-hard as the horns of that charging rhino-like creature Anakin had fought in the arena.
Through the veil of her tears and in spite of her horrifying humiliation, Padmé began to moan like a crazy slut as Dooku took his first tongue strokes between her folds. Oh, God! That gentle brush of his beard! Why did he have to have such a beard?
“Oohh no! Noo! Stop this, please, Dooku, I beg you! Not this! I’ll-Aaahh aaaaaaah, nnaaooo! I’ll... Aa-aahh! I’ll fuck you, but pleahh--eeeze! Not... not this!”
“Why not? You love this! You love it when a man eats your pussy, especially a man with a beard like Qui-Gon! Isn’t that so? I see this in your thoughts.”
“You, monster! How could you do this! How could you! I hate you!”
“Yes, you hate me, but you love what I’m doing to you! Just let yourself go, Padmé. Let yourself go, just like you did ten years ago...”
“Please... No... Stop this! Oohh, oohh!.. . OOOOOOHHH! QUI-GON! QUI-GON, IS IT YOU?! AAAAAaahh-aaaa aaaaaaahhh... nnhhh!”
There was nothing Padmé could do! Dooku was now eating her pussy with such skill that was light years ahead of what Anakin had been able to do when she asked him to pleasure her with his tongue. This was the very first time in all these years that finally, a man came along who was Qui-Gon’s match in the art of eating a girl’s pussy!
Padmé was now unable to repress her moans. As she felt Dooku’s gentle beard against her inner thighs, his nose pecking her cunt, her body violently responded to the insisting play of his tongue. The old creep! He seemed to know exactly where to apply pressure and how!
From deep within her, the exploding heat forced loud moans out of her. She was soaked in sweat. Her sweaty tits shimmering more than ever. She felt the crewmen’s gaze on her. Both the pilot and copilot were now masturbating as they watched.
Dooku chuckled, lost in Padmé’s deep wetness. He had found her soft spot—cunnilingus! She was now moaning so loud that it seemed to him that her cunt had a loud voice of its own as he kept imposing his tongue around her clit... He loved her mix of bitter-sweet scents with subtle notes of anchovies. Her taste was now all over his silver beard.
The magnitude of his elation could only be conjectured. He was eating Padmé’s pussy!
Padmé sobbed and cried at the same time she was moaning and wriggling her hips while unable not to press her lap into Dooku’s face. She moved herself in a way that amplified her surging bliss! Forced. Yet there was something wildly arousing in being forced to moan and now...
Now she suddenly realized there was no way around it. She was going to orgasm from Dooku’s tongue, right in front of those two losers who were going to rape her as well... Her sense of humiliation only added to the sweating-hot state of her body.
Her breasts were swollen to the utmost as she kept begging him to please stop, pleasure overwhelming her under Dooku's seasoned hands and Jedi tongue. The slurping sounds were positively sickening! Yet with all the force of her will, she imagined that Qui-Gon stood right there and watched. This was too much!
Padmé cummed right in Dooku’s face! As she squirted, she filled the ship’s lounge with a flourish of high-pitched moans! The girl lost all sense of where and when she was. For one fleeting moment in the heat of her forced climax, she could have sworn she was back on Tatooine, in Qui-Gon’s arms.
She missed him so much! Every fiber of her had been longing for him during all those years.
She bitterly cried and sobbed, with grief, as her whole body was taken by her post-orgasmic heat. Padmé sobbed even more as she realized the enormity of what just happened. She had completly surrendered to her enemy! Unlike the Trade Federation Viceroy and his acolytes when they captured her on Naboo, this time her captor was stripping her naked and raping her. This time, her fantasy was actually happening.
Padmé resented Anakin for being too impatient and rushing into full penetration after very little in the way of foreplay. Much to her horror, she realized that her rapist was a much better lover. He seemed to have learned the golden rule a long time ago—Take your time and let her simmer. Then make her yelp and scream!
Count Dooku saw her turmoil through the Force. His sinister laughter would go on to resonate within her soul forever. Her toughts were now with her secret fiancé.
Padmé loved Anakin. She had climaxed in his teenage arms. Their five-year age gap felt lovely and quite exciting, but still, she wished Anakin was a more considerate and patient lover. He would learn in due time. There was something dark and savage within him; she felt it and hoped he’d use this to rough her up so she could picture herself being savagely raped by space pirates or by the Viceroy with his green face and red eyes.
There was indeed a dark side in Anakin. Fear. Insecurity that he would sometimes compensate for in outbursts of passion. He had the potential to channel this into his lovemaking and she’d love it. This inner darkness was the one thing he had in common with Count Dooku. This could also be his undoing. Their undoing.
Her own mind raped her as Padmé couldn’t help but remember how Count Dooku had licked her tits and circled his tongue around her nipples, with strokes that were both powerful and gentle. How he did this, she had no idea!
And now, he ran a trail of wet kisses, passionate kisses on her overheated cunt, his kisses going higher, now setting a hot trail on her tummy. He kissed her abdomen, and when his soft beard met her spotless skin at her navel, she found herself unable to resist! She moaned again, always wishing that Qui-Gon Jinn was watching. She could swear he was there! It felt weird, but she almost felt his presence.
Count Dooku raped her mind into feeling impatient for him to finish what he had started! Padmé felt the insane surge of arousal within her as she cried and wailed, vainly calling Qui-Gon’s name. Dooku’s skill added to her torture—This reminded her of her long-dead lover. The old Dark Jedi knew this!
Her body compelled her to remain silent as he undid and removed her boots and threw her bunched-down trousers off her feet.
Count Dooku couldn’t get enough of her! He kept caressing her and rediscovered the firm playing ground of her hips. Padmé constantly felt his gaze, his old-man gaze on her dark bush of hair, a perfect triangle she was proud of. Anakin wanted her to shave, but she refused. This became their first quarrel, and this just after their first night together.
“Only a young fool would be so tasteless as to want such a wonderful triangle of velvety hair to be gone!” Dooku said with his theatrical voice as he landed his lips on Padmé’s hairy vulva. Again.
He gently kissed and licked her wet folds while caressing her upper thighs and running his hands over her hips and reaching behind to find the lovely firmness of her ass, now feeling her juicy buns. She was so delicious!
He chuckled as he knew that Anakin would eventually hear his words. Oh, the young fool was going to be filled with hatred! What a charming plan he had devised! Darth Sidious was not going to be fooled by his tale of having to elude pursuers, but Count Dooku was ready to assume the risks involved with this lovely detour.
Padmé’s cunt hair felt too good on his old face, and her coral-colored entrance tasted too lovely for him not to go at it again and force her to cum another time, so he once more began circling it with his tongue.
“Ooohhh... Nooo... Stop this, please! No! Don't! Oohh nooo don't! Not again! Please I beg you... Oooohhhh... Oooooohhh...” Padmé exhaled amid her heavy panting.
Dooku’s tongue darted inside her pussy again. Again, he found her clit. This was the first time in ten years that Padmé was being given a proper cunnilingus. She said “no” because this man filled her with loathing, because he was forcing her to cheat on Anakin, yet her body responded to him in ways it didn’t respond to Anakin. Most of all, he reminded her of Qui-Gon Jinn.
She was hit again by her sense of loss and guilt. She weeped and moaned in long wailing sounds as the patient droids kept her wrists in check. They had released her ankles, and Dooku now caused her body to be slanting as he firmly held her hips and kept his face deeply pressed between her legs.
The more she said “No!” and begged the naked Count to stop, the more she was forced to love the way his beard stroked her cunt as the tip of his tongue kept circling at the right spot and drove her nuts!
This went on. She was on the verge of a wild climax. He stopped.
He suddenly rose and rushed at her swollen breasts, which fitted just right in the palm of his hands as he pressed them and discovered, through her intense moaning, that she liked rough play on her breasts.
Dooku kept pressing Padmé's breasts. He loved this! It filled him with a sense of complete ownership. Her voice was now getting tired from all this loud moaning.
His ship was flying through hyperspace and he had long hours of pleasure before him. He was going to mount her and mount her good! Then the two crewmen would also fill her up. All of this was being recorded in holograms for Anakin to choke on...
Now that she was at his mercy and soaking wet, it was time to finish. He felt his erection coming alive again as he realized he was just about to see and touch Padmé's feet. Oohh, her lovely feet! At last!
With her boots gone, Dooku took unfathomable delight in contemplating her small feet. Padmé was short and petite. Her feet were just as dainty as the rest of her. She was adorable! Hottest girl in the galaxy! The living proof that big tits weren’t needed.
Dooku sensed he was going to watch the jiggling play of her tits all through the rape and those small tits were going to generate a really big load! Then it would be almost just as pleasurable to watch those same tits jiggling when she’d be raped by his crewmen.
Padmé's feet were right there and ripe for the taking.
The droids kept their motionless hold on Padmé, who could not move her arms, while Count Dooku took her ankles and brought her feet up to where they touched his face as he remained kneeling, looking like an old fool worshipping youth in the form of this girl whom he wished were even younger.
And now he basked in the sweaty tenderness of her feet, going wild as he licked them in ravenous strokes! At last! At last! Ohhh! This felt so damned good! Dooku was as hard as the ship’s hull.
As he held her feet together and kept them warm, Padmé was forced to remain there and endure the session of foot worshipping, in great pain where the droids held her wrists while she hung there with her butt above the floor and her legs folded, his hands on her ankles and his beard constantly brushing the superbly soft and sensitive skin on the top of her feet.
And one by one, he sucked her toes, which felt disgustingly pleasing, and this also tortured her soul—Count Dooku was the first man since Qui-Gon to give such heat and slobber where she preferred not to paint her nails. She fought hard against her own sensations, trying not to acknowledge that this manly heat on her feet felt nice and pleasing.
Under his Jedi tongue, he found subtle flavors that offered a sweet, mushroomy taste that reminded him of the soil on planet Naboo. No two women had the exact same foot smell. Padmé's foot was as unique as her fingerprints.
From her wonderful feet, Dooku ran his hands on her lower legs. On her ankle, he found a small tattoo that said “Broken Wings”.
She could not possibly have had a tattoo while she was Queen, so it must be more recent. He felt fascinated by the discovery. Even with his power of the Force, a girl would never fail to surprise him in one way or another. This was one of the many ways the Force manifested Itself in life forms.
The Jedi Masters were fools in being so prudish about love and sex. They deserved to be destroyed. They had it coming! They were so arrogant, thinking they had all the answers for everything! Yoda was 800 years old. Dooku saw through the Force that maybe, maybe Yoda had loved, centuries ago.
Sex and love were an aspect of life that he taught his apprentice to appreciate and cultivate. But then, the Jedi Order proved inflexible, one time too many and Dooku had gone his own separate way.
As he thought of his former Padawan, Count Dooku felt the sting of frustration again. Qui-Gon had been the lucky bastard who had enjoyed Padmé’s teenage feet! Padmé’s true freshness! Such absolute victory would always belong to the dead Jedi. Not him! Never him!
His sense of disappointment came over him like a sudden storm amid a bright summer day. Her feet would have felt even fresher ten years ago! Dark Jedis always wanted absolutes. They always wanted absolute victory. This was Dooku’s weakness.
Looking to his right, Dooku saw Qui-Gon’s faded figure near the wall, standing tall and majestic in his usual pale tunic under his dark brown cloak—standing proud as the Jedi he was. The phantom Jedi stood and watched in silence, his face like a statue.
Dooku sensed that Qui-Gon was tempted to taunt him, but didn’t since doing so would only add to his frustration and make him use Padmé as an object to vent his frustration on.
Dooku smiled. He remained kneeling, kissing and licking her feet in complete adoration. He sensed the impatience of his crewmen, but both men knew better than to pester him. They just waited on.
He also sensed that somewhere deep within herself, Padmé felt a bit curious to feel his cock inside her. He knew how tantalizing his prolonged foreplay was for this secret side of Padmé. This was the very reason he had stopped the cunnilingus just when she was about to squirt.
After taking his time, after getting fully acquainted with every nook and cranny of Padmé's kissable feet, only then, Count Dooku stood up and started masturbating. He was about to do something that Qui-Gon’s phantom could only watch and not do. This was a form of victory in itself.
But Dooku didn’t fool himself into thinking they were even. Taking a girl right in her blossoming years was absolutely priceless. Dooku had a small victory, but his former Padawan had the better of him in Padmé, and there was nothing he could do about it.
“You thought you could escape me, eh? Well, you are mistaken, Padmé Amidala! Now, Padmé... Now is the time for you to get what you deserve! Time for you to get punished!”
On this, without warning, he speared himself between her legs and pushed his raging erection inside Padmé!
She yelped in shock, then began crying and sobbing as he penetrated her. Count Dooku held nothing back!
He raped Padmé in a bout of grunting sex that he enjoyed in groaning, grunting silence, feeling absolute elation as he found how tight and hot she was around him.
As he savagely raped her while cupping her butt in his hands, she wrapped her legs around him, tightly, in an attempt to reduce the painful strain on her wrists, where the droids restrained her and their steely grip gnawed painfully into her skin as she got wildly shaken by the Dark Jedi’s fury.
At one time, she climaxed hard as a flurry of images flashed through her mind, from her fantasy of being raped by the Trade Federation Viceroy, forced and filled up with his green nose-less face and wide red eyes close to him, to those precious moments of intimacy in Qui-Gon’s arms—From Naboo’s blockade to her unplanned sexual relief on Tatooine.
Padmé climaxed, her legs tightly wrapped around the older man, and she went blind and saw more stars than in the galaxy.
“AAAAHH, AAAAAH-AAAA--AAAAAAH--AAAAH--AAAAA--aaaaaa-aaaa... Oh, my God! Ooohhh Oh, my God! OoAAAAAAAH My angel’s wings, aaahh are broken! OoAAAAA QUI-GON!!!”
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Once he was done, once his echoing scream of bliss had quieted down, Dooku left her right there, with her bloody wrists in the droids’ untiring grasp and his semen ebbing out of her pussy and slithering down her inner thighs.
He remained there, panting, contemplating the sweat-shimmering grace of her fallen figure—The naked girl he just raped. He had held her waist and with no regard for her well-being, he had used her just like a space pirate raping a female passenger. So satisfying! She had cummed in the process? More power to her!
All this had been filmed in holograms by the R2 droid, but the very thought of Anakin watching this... it multiplied her mortification. And if he watched the footage, then he would hear her calling Qui-Gon’s name, and then... So awkward!
She had said nothing to Anakin. In due time, she’d tell him more.
Utterly spent, Count Doku let himself fall down on his knees and further down where his face rested on the perfect splendour of Padmé's feet, which he covered with kisses and then, he arose and kissed her everywhere, lingering around her swollen breasts, drinking her girly sweat. He was both her master and her slave.
Raping her had felt like raping all the most beautiful girls of planet Naboo at once in the person of Padmé.
If a man is about to die a violent death, then he deserves to get a great fuck before.
Someone, not even a Jedi, had said that a very long time ago, back when he was a teenage Padawan.
The words resonated in Dooku's mind as he slowly stepped back and took yet another look at Padmé, kissing her whole being with his penetrating gaze, his cock now spent and his legs still wobbly from the intense orgasm. He wondered why these words were popping up in his mind just now. The answer to this question filled him with dread. These were very ominous words; he saw this clearly in the Force.
He knew that Darth Sidious was sensing this, that he was less than pleased, but it would be so effective a device to bring Anakin to the Dark Side that Sidious would end up taking this plan in stride.
As he saw the crewmen stripping themselves completely naked in front of a terrified Padmé, Count Dooku wondered what the words “Broken wings” meant to her. He wanted to know everything about Padmé. Even the Force could not keep him from experiencing the lewdest form of lust as he looked forward to witnessing Padmé’s rape at the hands of his crewmen.
Qui-Gon’s phantom was still there, standing tall in his dark cloak and watching her, his presence intangible, yet there for Dooku to see. The phantom Jedi was silently weeping.
Padmé was weeping too.