Padmé was barely conscious of where she was as waves of post-climax delight imposed themselves and rolled over her unwilling mind. Did she actually participate in her own rape?!
She had a clear sense that her body had betrayed her and forced enjoyment upon her. She kept clinging to the elusive impression, the impossible impression that her long-dead lover had watched and was still watching. As unrealistic as it was, this thought was helping her through her ordeal.
She also had a diffuse sense that something had happened to her the night before she was thrown in the arena on Geonosis, she could swear that a whole bunch had held her waist and taken her from behind, but everything seemed very confused, elusive.
The inordinate soreness in her sex after this one rape indicated that indeed, something else had happened before she became Dooku’s fuck.
Padmé sobbed like a wailing schoolgirl as she remembered, clearly now, that she had crossed her ankles when she wrapped her legs around Count Dooku and curled her feet inwardly, and something mad within her had wished that those crewmen would rush at her feet and kiss them and further defile her�this insane thought had magnified her pleasure in the arms of the old Sith.
Then, her gaze fell on the two crewmen as they quickly closed in on her.
Both naked men walked straight at the naked Senator. She saw their loaded balls hanging like bad omens for her�both crewmen were ready and more than willing to give it to her! One had dark pubic hair; the other one was greying down there, but his cock was the biggest and most terrifying sight.
“No... no... Noooo!” she shouted, shaking her head and jerking her hurting wrists in the droids’ titanium-steel grip.
Padmé panicked, but then she screamed as her wrists reminded her with fiery pain that resistance was a bad idea. “I don’t think this is a very good idea...” Those words! Qui-Gon’s words when she got off the silver Nubian ship to come along with him to Mos-Espa, and the Jedi reluctantly ended up saying, “Stay close to me...”
Qui-Gon’s voice was the only thing comforting in her mind now. She clung to it desperately. Her mind sucked it like a girl sucking a Nubian lake-shell lollipop.
The ship’s pilot and copilot had patiently waited and masturbated while watching Padmé’s rape. Now was their time!
“What about us, Milady? Eh? What about us?” the pilot jeered, grinning as he presently grabbed her hair and pulled, making her wince with pain.
“Careful, Jax! We need to keep her strong for our friends over there.”
“Yes, my Lord!” Jax replied and released Padmé’s hair. Her hair was the most wonderful thing he had ever touched in his life. He was now gazing at her breasts and further down, enjoying her helplessness.
She felt so humiliated! Having such a lowlife pull her hair like that as if she were some cheap mistress he could push around and brutalize! She spat at him and struggled a bit again within the droids’ grasp. “Aaaoww!!!” was the result as the jolt of pain radiated from her wrists.
“Yeah, what about us? You’re sure a nice piece of pussy! We'll show you the people's beat! Isn’t it right, Jax?” the older copilot added.
As he spoke, the well-endowed middle-aged man cupped her breasts. With unfathomable enjoyement, he felt the imprint of her nipples in his palm. Padmé couldn’t believe THIS was happening!
And yet, she was pushed by some morbid curiosity. She looked at him and saw the madness in his grinning face while he contemplated her breasts as if he were beholding the galaxy’s most wonderful things!
His eyes were filled with disbelief as he smiled at her with his rat face and his balding cranium. To add insult to injury, the blue in his eyes reminded her of a lake in her homeworld.
He was of an average height. He had a grey mustache and on top of that, he was balding and did not have the common sense to shave it all off, so he sported a “loser’s crown” that showed how common his genes were, except he was big down there.
Padmé was even more terrified and disgusted by his loser’s looks than his proud cock jutting out of him.
The one called Jax looked younger and stood taller, albeit shorter than Dooku, who was now grinning and watching her with his arms akimbo. Jax had thinning brown hair. Overall, he looked lame and didn’t have the decency to have at least an average cock.
She felt like taunting him about this, but she also felt it would be wiser not to piss him off.
Padmé’s heart turned to water as she “enjoyed” this first close look at the pair. This was worse than death! So disgusting and humiliating!
“Don’t touch me! I’m a Republican Senator!”
“Shut up, Republican slut!”
“Aaiiieee!!!” Padmé squealed as the ship’s pilot viciously pinched her nipple.
“Jax! I told you not to torture her!”
“Yes, my Lord. Sorry, my Lord. It won’t happen again, my Lord.”
“Aaahh! Yeah! Those tits! Look at her tits! Isn’t she pretty? Ah, she fits so nice in my hand!” the balding copilot said while playing with Padmé’s breasts, gently squeezing them and furthering her sense of debasement as her high-riding tits softly yielded under the lowlife’s grip. And it was going to get worse for her, better for him. He was just about to suck them!
She winced, tears flowing down her face as she felt him on her left nipple, wet and gooey as he took his first taste, giving her a close-up view of his bald cranium and his salt-and-pepper “daddy’s crown”. She felt the soft brush of his moustache as he kissed and licked her sensitive skin while squeezing her other boob, very gently, while he commented on how young she looked and felt.
“Ewww!” Padmé shuddered.
“Ahhh... you’re a fucking nice piece of pussy! Aahh, Milady! Mmmhh... Aaah, Gods of the Galaxy! This is so good! Thank you, Master!”
“You are very welcome, Yanzee! And you’re doing something good by teaching this Republican Senator her rightful place in this galaxy.”
Dooku’s theatrical voice added force to the insult of her injury. The horror she felt was beyond words as Yanzee sucked and played with her boobs. And yet, her own mind betrayed her when she detected flecks of vanity as her small tits received all this attention.
Padmé fell into a fit of convulsive sobs and heard Dooku’s laughter as Yanzee engulfed her other tit in his wide-open mouth and gave her the glamour of his slobber while forcing her right tit, the slightly fuller one, under the petty empire of his hand, forcing her to sense his intense feeling of elation. She didn’t want to look at this!
“Having fun, Padmé? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
“Anakin’s going to kill you, Master Dooku!” said a male voice.
The old Sith turned around and faced Qui-Gon’s faded figure. The phantom had spoken for the first time. It was indeed the dead Jedi’s voice, calm and composed.
Luckily for Padmé, only Dooku could see and hear him; otherwise she would have moaned while having her tits sucked by the crew and knowing her ex-lover was there to see this.
The phantom of his former Padawan spoke again.
“Master Dooku, I’m here to give you the chance to stop and reconsider. There is still some good in you. Stop this madness and give Padmé back to Anakin or else he’ll kill you!”
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Anakin’s going to be my apprentice to the Dark Side, Qui-Gon, and there’s nothing you can... do...”
Dooku fell silent as he realized he was speaking to the void wall. The phantom was no longer there.
Jax was now having his turn on Padmé’s tits.
“Well, Yan, I don’t think we’re going to visit the brothel this time, aahhh! We found better, and it’s free!”
“Yep, a real cheap whore!”
“Nnaaoooooo! Noooooo! Get your hands off me, you fucking rat face! I said, get your filthy hands off me!” Padmé bitterly yelped.
“Senator! You’re being hologrammed! No foul words! What is Anakin going to think when he’ll see this nice little holofilm? You don’t want him to hear you speak such foul words, do you?”
Dooku chuckled as he watched her pride collapse.
“Nooo! No! Please stop this! Stop this! I’m a Galactic Republican Senator, not a whore! I said, stop!” Padmé yelled in panic.
“You’re right, Milady! You’re not a whore! You’re OUR whore! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
Padmé found some hidden pride and energy to struggle again. And again she was reminded to stay put by the sharp pain at her wrists. And her face became even more twisted by convulsive sobs. This was all she was free to do.
“Well said, Yanzin! Thank you, 2-Tee-Tee-Four, ” Dooku approved as the droid he just called 2-TT4 served him a Fuzzy Tauntaun at a neat bar fitted in a corner of the lounge.
As he took a sip of the ice-cold drink, Dooku walked right where Jax was having his life altered by Padmé’s tits.
On a nod from the Sith, the crewmen deferently stepped back and Dooku raised the yellow, fruity, alcoholic cocktail topped with Golden Lichen and buzzz. He presented it under Padmé’s nose.
“Want a sip, young lady?”
“Fuck you!”
“Too bad. It’s delicious! It is really my favourite!”
“Hey! What are you doing?! Noooooo! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa it’s COLD! It’s FREEZING COLD!”
“It isn’t called a Fuzzy Tauntaun for nothing!”
Dooku poured a generous amount of the drink�a strong half of his tall glass�on Padmé’s breasts. The sub-zero drink caused her nipples to instantly harden and come erect.
Then, he raised the glass and poured the rest on her head, causing her to scream from the thermal shock, and leaving her hair cold, wet and looking darker with a strong fruity scent. Her lips were trembling as she weeped.
He then forced a kiss on her and licked her face, feeling the pleasant tingling sensation on his lips and tongue from the drink’s buzzz ingredient along with the strong fruity flavour.
Then, Count Dooku further stooped down and began to suck Padmé’s breasts, enjoying her outcries as he felt more tingling on his lips and more fruity flavour as he gently pinched one erect nipple between his tingling lips before circling it with his tongue.
After half a minute of this bliss, he did likewise with her other tit and learned that Padmé’s right tit was a bit larger and she had a tiny birth mark just below her neat areola.
“Why are you crying, young lady? We’re defiling you with the honour due to your rank, Senator! Now, Jax and Yanzee, do as you please with her!”
The naked crewmen came back at her with a vengeance. Whatever was left of the Fuzzy Tauntaun on her cold tits was thoroughly licked and sucked by Jax and Yanzee, who looked like two oversize suckling babies, down on their knees and worshipping Padmé’s tits.
Jax also fingered her as she tried to wrap her head around the fact that THIS was happening! She failed, yet again. The crewmen forced pleasing sensations on her warming tits. She hated them more for it!
***
“Vigils. Release hold!” Dooku commanded.
The droids immediately let go of Padmé’s tortured wrists and both crewmen easily wrestled her down to the floor.
“NOOOO!!! GET OFF ME! GET OFF ME, YOU DIRTY SCUM! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO EVEN LOOK AT ME!!!”
Padmé jerked in their grasp. She tried to fight off the crewmen with what little strength she had left, but she was exhausted and they were stronger than they looked. Count Dooku had taught them how to train their nervous system in a way that greatly increased their physical power. After all, they were perhaps not entirely as common as they looked.
As she realized she was helpless, Padmé squealed and wailed again. Cound Dooku looked on, very much amused and pleased with himself. He had fully dressed himself back in his Dark Jedi tunic along with his brown cloak, intensifying her humiliation by standing fully clothed while she was on the floor and naked.
The D2 droid kept hologramming all the action as the gorgeous captive filled the spaceship’s lounge with shrill cries of despair.
Amid her bitter sobs, Padmé’s defilement stirred some unintended fires within her. Much to her horror, she realized they were going to find her ready to be fucked, and the more she tried to resist, the wetter she became.
The bald, greying Yanzee held her arms firmly pinned on the floor, wrists together above her brown hair as she shrieked her shame, and hardened their boners as her tits jiggled along with her motions.
The remnants of her white top still covered her shoulders, but they were useless shreds. If anything, they amplified the splendor of her bosom by highlighting her defiled status.
Jax gleefully strained and wrestled her legs apart, enjoying the gaping view of her pussy for the first time as she shrieked on and her broken voice became husky.
“I don’t like hairy cunts! We ought to shave this off, slut, but the Master says our green friends over there like it better when the girl is hairy, so I’ll now kindly rape you! And bitch, you better moan for me!”
As he spoke, Jax squeezed himself between her slender thighs and looked down upon the humiliated Senator, feeling a bit disappointed at the modest sight of her breasts.
“I like girls with more tits, but you’ll do. Now, let’s see how tight you are, Senator!”
“Shut up and get it done!” Padmé snarled, finding comfort in her verbal attack.
From that point on, she devoted all her attention to saving her energy. This man had spoken about some green friends, meaning she was to be given as entertainment for a pack of aliens. Whoever they were, she needed to spare her strength and...
“AAAAAAHHH NNAAAAAAOOOOOOO!!! NOOO! GET OFF ME YA SCUM!”
Padmé squealed as Jax went right home inside her. He wasn’t big and her juices, mixed with Dooku’s jizz, made the rape easy. But the sense of debasement was horrifying!
As she got raped on that floor and felt the other loser’s grip on her bloody wrists where he kept the pain alive and burning, Padmé tried to relax and quit resisting. Her body reacted again in a way she hated. It forced growing waves of pleasure that mingled with the horror.
Jax’s thrusts felt comfortable inside her, physically speaking, but each and everyone of his thrusts came down and further destroyed her former self. He raped her on, elation all over him as he smiled down at her, his homely face hovering inches above hers.
She closed her eyes and shook her head from side to side in a blur of cold-wet hair. Yanzee laughed above her, his bass voice sounding stupid as he kept hurting her wrists under his grip.
Padmé then let her head bob and tried to distract herself from that pain. Her wrists were killing her! She tried to flee the pain and it compelled her to ACCEPT the pleasing sensations from Jax inside her. She suddenly felt there was something surreal and erotic in her predicament. Her arousal was a force that lived and acted on its own.
The pilot uttered victorious grunts as he kept pounding her. He raped her in the only way he could ever think of�It was a vulgar rape and it was soon over.
Something broke in her soul as Jax exploded inside her and filled the ship with his crude yell of delight.
“My turn now!” Yanzee bellowed. “And hold her arms firmly, Jax. She can still surprise us!”
“Bravo, Yanzee, I see you didn’t forget my teachings! Now, young lady, how do you like my crew? Do you like being crewed? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Oh, Anakin is going to love those holograms!”
Forced to endure her enemy’s gloating, Padmé closed her eyes as the balding copilot, Yanzee, took his pleasure on top of her, in a repeat performance of Jax, except this time, the cock inside her was a big one.
She was warm enough to take it without issue, with just some discomfort that soon went away as Yanzee found his groove and began to pound her hard and good, forcing loud whimpers out of her as he owned her body, making her sense his absolute delight as he brutally fucked her.
Her pussy felt inordinately sore, and she couldn’t put all that soreness on the account of Dooku and his crew...
The bald man’s size reminded her of something. It couldn’t be one of her Gungan lovers. He was still not as big as a Gungan, not by a long shot. No... but who, or what could it be? Not Qui-Gon and certainly not Anakin...
Padmé tried to not pay attention to Yanzee’s grunts and jeering. Head bobbing, shaken senseless under him, she barely registered the frothing slobber that dripped out of his gaping mouth and polluted her face.
“You thought you were so high above us, eh? Senator!”
Then he went into a frenzy and started braying loud, like a Nubian donkey. Padmé’s breasts jiggled furiously, her nipples a blur under his propped-up torso as he concluded on straight arms and loved that fast and furious show of tits.
As he erupted inside her, Yanzee uttered a long-winded series of loud brays, reminding Padmé of the braying sounds of Tusken raiders, the sand people of Tatooine. Her lingering pleasure surged and exploded out of control!
As she received his sludge and moaned hard in her failed attempt to hide her climax, Yanzee’s size suddenly brought her memory back to what had taken place shortly after the mock process on Geonosis. The unthinkable!
TO BE CONT'D