Yes, it was all coming back to her... Geonosis...
As Yanzee, panting, happy, let himself fall flat on his belly next to her and kept a lingering hand on her tits, Padmé recalled...
***
While they took Obi-Wan and Anakin to their special Jedi-proof cells, she was herself taken to a lavish boardroom with a long, massive table. All the members of the Separatist Council were there, clearly waiting for her. Some of them were naked, offering various shades of grey-brownish or green skin according to their alien race.
Padmé instantly recognized Viceroy Nute Gunray of the Trade Federation and his green-gray face, soft and noseless; he was looking at her with his large golden-red eyes, filled with lust. The Nemoidian was disrobing eagerly. He then stood naked, but kept his tall black hat.
There! She was shoved against and bent over the massive table. She tried to raise herself and flee, but several pairs of hands pinned her right there, face sideways and her cheek flat on that table! She wasn’t going anywhere!
“Welcome, Padmé! I tried to talk them out of it, oh, I tried so hard! But they were very insistent and I need their support, so, what can I do? I’m so very sorry for this little inconvenience!”
She recognized the voice. Count Dooku!
Nute Gunray was the first to take her. Now she remembered... The Nemoidian gave her his lipless smile as he looked down on her with his big red eyes. She shuddered as she felt his bony hands on her!
His erection was a protruding offense against decency, soon to become the very first rape in her life. To be followed by many, so she realized and nearly fainted!
They forced a pill into her mouth and made her swallow. She would soon feel more awake�It was a strong stimulant to keep her senses alert and on edge so she’d lose nothing of what would be done to her. And much to her horror, she would soon understand it was also a powerful aphrodisiac.
The Viceroy brutally grabbed and lowered her white tight-fitting trousers; her weapon-less belt came right along with it.
With his mottled-green hand, he grabbed her white panties, and with a loud roar, he ripped it off and uncovered the moons of skin beneath it.
As they jeered and catcalled at the sight of her bare butt, Gunray slapped it as if marking his territory. She winced. They firmly held her wrists on either side of her head and kept her face flat on the tabletop. She tried to struggle, but she was powerless! Her only freedom was to scream her anger and try to soothe her crushing humiliation this way. It wasn’t working.
“Aahh! At Last! At last, I’m catching up with you, Padmé of Naboo!” Gunray bellowed, his voice full of his usual deceit, as he penetrated her.
She groaned, more out of disgust and horror than out of pain as the Nemoidian forced her cunt open and sank balls-deep inside her!
“Now, my dear Queen! Now! After ten long years of dreaming of this! AAAAAAHHRRRRRR... Oohh, this is good! Now, take this, this! And this! Fuck queen of Naboo! Enjoy my blockade, fuck queen! Enjoy and hope I don’t decide to expand it to your rectum! HHRR!”
His words made the first gaping dent in her pride. Gunray spoke Basic, making sure his words struck home along with the brutal thrashing he gave her. He gave her all the accrued interests for the long wait.
The trader now raped her in loud grunts, his noseless face twitching with each one of his furious strokes. He felt her so tight around his Nemoid-hood!
She felt his hands around her waist as he kept pounding her, with her cheek flat and sliding on the boardroom table where they kept her pinned amid all loud cheers while her buns got repeatedly flattened against the large Nemoidian, pale human skin against green-gray skin...
His touch was odious! The pain was horrible. Her forced pleasure was worse! That’s when her mind shut down. Now it all came back with a vengeance, a brutal recall.
The Viceroy’s strokes were loaded with ten long years of lusting! She was supposed to be his prize for invading Naboo. Her young age at the time would not have deterred Gunray. Nemoidians didn’t have any better morals than humans. Most of them were vile, cowardly rats.
The Jedi did save her from the worst on that day, but before, alas, Padmé had had to endure the horror of watching Sabé getting it in her place while she herself stood by, disguised as a handmaiden along with her other handmaidens.
Shortly after the capital city surrendered without a fight, Gunray raped Sabé in the royal palace, from behind, right on the throne! Brutally. In front of everyone! Sabé’s only comfort was the satisfaction of fooling him. He thought he was having Queen Amidala.
Gunray’s grunts and his final scream of elation had echoed throughout the throne room, polluting the place forever. Padmé had watched in horror, trying to deny her arousal as he filled Sabé with Nemoidian cum.
Then, poor Sabé had to endure another rape, this one at the hands of Gunnay, Gunray’s aide.
He also took her doggystyle, with her red throne-room gown bunched up her waist, after they had cut off its hem along with the sein jewels, the yellow-glowing orange orbs to be taken and kept as prize by the Trade Federation. The Nemoidians had been compelled to assault her garments themselves after the battle droids had said they weren’t programmed to perpetrate such an action as it went beyond the logical rules of warfare.
Rute Gunnay pounded Sabé just as brutally as his lookalike Viceroy.
Sabé whimpered and winced under the punishment. Amidala felt so guilty! But she was terrified and selfishly relieved to see it wasn’t her who was bent over the throne’s arm. Sabé’s milky-white butt spoke volumes about the nature of Nemoidians as it kept colliding with Rute.
The Queen felt even guiltier for being so selfish and was tempted to come forward, but Captain Panaka her head of security whispered to her, “No. Don’t do this.” This was the one and only time the brown-uniformed Captain ever addressed her without saying “Your Highness”.
While Sabé was bucked by Rute Gunnay, the Viceroy himself sat on the throne and kept her face pressed down upon his crotch to complete her humiliation. He did not put his cock in her mouth as she would have likely bitten, but he made sure her face got properly smeared with the fresh cum from his spent cock.
Sabé had been stoic in her duty and saved the Queen’s honour on that day. After this rape, they had cleaned her up and dressed her up in an elaborate black dress.
Before sending her away with her entourage, Gunray told her he looked forward to destroy that dress as well, and he would then try her out in a different position. Then, the Jedi had saved the day. Too late for Sabé’s virtue.
***
“Now, fuck queen, yarrhh! You have no idea how enraged I was when I understood it could not possibly have been you on that throne! Your handmaidens had looked way too quiet! Yyaahh, ooohh, sweet pussy of yours... I broke a rare vase that was worth half a planet. But now, at last! Yyaaarrrhh!. .. Aarrhh! Aarrhh! Aarrhh! Aarrhh! Aarrhh! ooh ohhhhh�NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN...”
Half-way in his final flourish, the tall and lanky Nemoidian pulled out and contemplated his work along with Padmé’s bum crack as he spewed the final ropes of his pale greenish cum on her bum.
She was gorgeous! Why were human girls so beautiful? Her sight enhanced his relief to great length. His ropes of pale green jizz had shot out of him and splattered Padmé’s teenage-looking booty.
He caressed the contour of her curves, his green hands with mottled skin intensifying the soft paleness of her skin as she sobbed under the collective jeers of the Council members, her bum smeared with his hot sludge. It was priceless!
He loved the sight! He loved even more the feeling and the sense of victory as his orgasmic bliss lingered on as he stood on wobbly legs.
“Thank you for being a great fuck, your Highness...”
There was a hiss in the Viceroy’s last word that added one last touch of spine-chilling horror for the bare-butt girl.
The others followed suit.
Padme’s mind shut down as she was repeatedly raped by the entire Separatist Council. It was gross and evil! Padme knew right there that nothing good would come from a bunch who were capable of such a sordid act of debauchery. They were shameless!
Her body and soul just shut down from all this madness, as the pain got somehow more bearable thanks to her young body reacting fast by flooding her with juices while, one after the other, the Council members bucked her against the boardroom table.
She knew everyone of them, at least by sight. As they took their turns, she sensed the lust each one had for her. Their most sordid fantasies came out, ugly and brutal as they gang-raped her.
“Padmé my dear... I had been dreaming of this for so long!”
She had recognized this voice instantly, a voice full of deceit. The polar opposite of Anakin�Passel Argente!
She almost threw up as she felt his disgusting hands on her. The dark-khaki-faced Koorivar took a moment to caress her booty with his long bony hands, his green-on-yellow eyes gazing at her buns, so pale!
The naked Koorivar made sure Padme had time to anticipate the upcoming act. The spiraling horn on his head went crazy with hormones as he felt Padmé’s soft flesh yield under his touch. And he stank!
She had first seen him in the Galactic Senate in Coruscant, when she pleaded as Queen Amidala for help against the Trade Federation.
After worshipping her butt curves, the Koorivar, Magistrate of the Corporate Alliance, unceremoniously took her with his respectable size. The Senator in distress screamed and called Anakin’s name. Passel Argente’s grunts were almost louder!
Under the urgent rape, her ears filled with his sickening braying, she underwent the added humiliation of feeling turned on by the very fact he was so sordid and repulsive to her, both physically and morally. Her body was acting and feeding on her darkest fantasies, and she did remember masturbating while picturing Passel Argente raping her along with a few of his Koorivar friends.
Koorivars were tall and well built. Passel gave her a solid thrashing before he concluded with a growling bray that made her wince in horror right down her core as he flooded her with Koorivar semen.
She had other flashes of the long ordeal. San Hill, the Chairman of the InterGalactic Banking Clan, also enjoyed her from behind, but since she recognized his voice as he jeered, she still saw his freakishly long face in her mind, vividly, as he took his turn. He didn’t last long, but he left her with a lasting impression thanks to his fierce jabs inside her.
Then came Wat Tambor, foreman of the Techno Union. The tall, green-faced Skakoan looked down at her through his titanium googles, smiling under the armor covering his lower face.
He had her rolled around on the table, face up, so he could take a good look at her.
This was when they stripped her naked. General Grievous held her arms outstretched on the table while Passel Argente�she recognized his voice�said it would be a pity to ruin such a pretty outfit so soon.
And it was him, Passel Argente, whose long bony thumbs sank under the hem of her top and peeled it away, mortifying her as her white bra came into his sight!
They pulled her top away, up her arms and past her face as Passel Argente repeated the same motion for her bra. Padme felt his feverish hands on her skin as he pushed it up and cleared her perky tits. The display of her intimate flesh was met with renewed jeers and catcalls.
“Fuck Queen!” Gunray hollered.
“Republican slut! You had it coming!” a female voice sneered.
The Koorivar landed a wet kiss on her right nipple while Wat Tambor felt the other one under his large hand. The victory was complete�A disaster for her!
Passel Argente took long, mad strokes with his dark tongue, covering her skin with thick slobber and giving her a close-up view on his spiral horn in the process. His stench was unbearable!
“Aaahh! Padmé my dear, you taste even better than you look!”
As Passel Argente ruined her tits, Wat Tambor pulled her bunched trousers all the way down her legs along with her panties. With a powerful motion of raging lust, he pulled everything away from her ankles and off her feet, taking her boots and her socks away with them, in absolute frenzy, leaving her in the nude.
Passel Argente immediately moved down and pressed his lips against her hairy vulva and gave it a short bout of lewd licks, then he was moved away by the tall technocrat.
“My turn!” the Skakoan hollered.
Wat Tambor cupped Padme’s hand-sized tits and pressed them firmly, yet gently, and he both sickened and aroused her. This was the first time she had this done to her by an alien other than a Gungan�not really alien to her since Gungans were also from Naboo.
The 6 ft, 6-in Skakoan was naked from the waist down, but he did wear his plate armor over his torso. His green erection, long and thick, was bad news for Padmé.
He took and carressed Padme’s slender legs and found them much to his liking. He then propped them up and let her small feet complete his sick erection. He penetrated her without warning.
She was firmly held, pinned on her back and groped by the jeering multitude while Wat Tambor raped her gleefully, holding her legs up and forcing her to feel the cold contact of his armor while she instinctively rested her feet high on his chest plate.
She would always remember that cold-titanium feel under her feet. The contact turned her body on. Padmé moaned out like crazy, her clit on fire where Tambor kept drilling her with his massive weight behind his balls-deep thrusts.
The colossal Skakoan roughed her up like a stud, and her body pushed her dangerously close to the all-humiliating climax she dreaded. Why couldn’t Anakin and Obi-Wan save her from this?
Fate had pity on her, so it seemed. Wat Tambor ejaculated just before she hit her volcano peak. Her moans added a lot to their fun. Her tits were swollen and free to use, as gorgeous as they had ever been, and shimmering with sweat and alien slobber. Her pale brownish rosy nipples were a wonder to look at under the boardroom's warm light.
Po Nudo, the Uulaq Aqualish, followed suit. He used her in the same position, where he could see her perky tits as they moved along with her, while she was forced to face his hideous insect-like head with two large dark eyes on top of two smaller ones. Po Nudo gave her a short intense burst of jabs that took her right up there to Cloud Nine, and further mortified her as her high-pitched moans, plaintive-sounding as she begged them to stop, were met with general jeers and laughter, as Po Nudo's insect-like face seemed to come ablaze with elated joy as he erupted inside her with a disgusting hum of repeated growls that sounded like a bunch of gigantic flies hovering deep in her soul.
Padmé was enraged against herself as she realized she had been WISHING for that orgasm. Her sweaty face and dishevelled hair began bobbing again on the boardroom table as Tikke took his turn inside her, tall with his salmon-colour body, his impossibly tentacled lower face and the sickening blue eyes above the two tiny hors he had for a nose, between two horizontal ears that seemed to almost flap like wings as he soon cummed and flooded her with more alien cum. He sounded like he got shot and was dying as he relieved himself inside the sobbing girl.
General Grievous was the most punishing and invasive one! By far! With his long cybernetic arms and his gigantic, skeleton-like hands, he forced her to look straight at him while he punished her with his 12-inch cyborg cock.
He threatened her with crushing her tits if she closed her eyes. Padme now remembered his horse-like face of titanium... Those small eyes filled with pure evil, as Grievous kept punishing her overstretched pussy, and this was why she had been so sore down there, even before Dooku raped her on that ship.
The way Grievous groaned when he concluded told her there were some seriously advanced synaptic connections that allowed him to experience pleasure. Even though he was freakishly big and imposing, the worst thing about the giant cyborg was the lack of heat. It sounded like he came, but there was no cum.
***
As she lay on her back, on some ship between solar systems, Padme kept having flashbacks from her gang-rape on Geonosis...
Archduke Poggle the Lesser became the first Geonosian to know her in the flesh. He preferred having her bent over the boardroom table, and she endured the new ordeal with her sore cheek once more flat and sliding on that hated tabletop.
He was followed by his chief lieutenant. Sun Fac from the Stalgasin hive made sure Padme “enjoyed” her experience as a fuck plaything for upper-caste Geonosians. He was large down there, but never as big as Grevious’s cyber-enhanced cock, but Sun Fac punched her very hard and deep until he let out a deafening war cry as he climaxed.
Several others partook as well... Rogwa Wodrata, the Holwuff Senator with a dark brown camel-like face. At one point, she was forced to pleasure Shu Mai with her mouth while Rogwa took her from behind...
Others... Others... How many? All the same, yet each one with his own way of raping her, sometimes painful, other times less so... Padme remembered seeing Rute Gunnay being patted on the back by Nute Gunray, so it was clear that this second Neimoidian had also dumped a load inside her.
Shu Mai came with her strap-on. She broke-in Padmé’s asshole virginity with the eight-inch-long implement, and Padmé felt uncomfortably grateful to General Grievous as she was screaming in pain. If he had ass-raped her, his cyborg cock would have killed her with pain! Shu Mai’s punishment was cruel all the same.
The female Gossam with blueish gray skin cursed a short eternity later when someone pushed her aside.
Then, a healthy-strong pair of hands took hold of her and altered her. This was when Jango Fett entered her life.
Through the veil of her tears and the loud confusion of jeering and catcalling, she recognized the bounty hunter from the mock trial, during which he had stood by in his compact suit of armor while holding his helmet.
But now, Jango Fett was nude, his tan skin and black hair wowed her against her will.
Jango Fett was handsome and incredibly well built, but as he lifted her up and put her back down on that table, face up, Padmé only felt horror and contempt for him, yet her eyes kept caressing his splendid body and the exhausted girl felt like putty in his arms.
She didn’t remember when she had lost her top and bra, but all she knew was she felt strongly aroused. Her soul got raped when she saw the joy in Jango’s eyes and felt his gaze on her.
Padme felt the shower of male gazes on her. She knew that this time, there was no way for her to escape surrender�she was going to climax in Jango’s arms. She hated him! She hated herself! But her body WISHED it.
As he propped her legs up and kissed her feet with surprising tenderness, he told her she reminded him of an ex-girlfriend, and Padme became even more submissive under all those alien hands groping her.
She had stopped resisting long before, but now she was accepting her fate. All felt it. Both Nemoidians laughed their heads out while Shu Mai called her “a Republican whore and a cum dump”.
The bounty hunter took his time. The Separatist leaders had allowed him to partake last, but in exchange, he was given all the time he wanted, to a reasonable extent.
As Padme relived the rape, she remembered her body being flooded with a rush of arousal as Jango kept kissing her feet, especially the super-sensitive skin on top of them. She felt his face against her toes and it was another mix of sensual intimacy and lewd horror.
Then the bounty hunter rested his seven-inch cock on her hairy vulva while pressing her feet tightly against his shapely chest, and she found herself horny beyond control, filled with unacceptable curiosity�and yes, eagerness to feel him inside her. Jango’s chest felt so hot under her cold feet!
Jango was the only one who used a condom. It must have been of the finest quality, because when he entered her, as Padmé remembered, she felt herself really tight around him. He took her with her legs propped up, holding her ankles together and keeping her legs slightly bent and her feet close to his face.
Now Padmé remembered all of it. How could she forget?
After some time, he spread out her legs and grabbed her waist, then he overwhelmed her as he went to town!
Shaken on the tabletop, naked under the storm of jeers and groping hands, Padmé was nothing now but a whimpering fuck doll! Her body acted on its own. So many eyes and hands that feasted on her jiggling tits!
The bounty hunter went rough! He punished her and he had the tool to do so, for he was thick in girth! Padmé looked like one shaken by electric shocks as Jango Fett pounded her with savage abandon.
All those hands holding her and groping her meant nothing. Jango and his cock were all that mattered. And then it happened!
She arched her back and let out a heated series of high-pitched moans amid a thunder of laughter. She felt weightless and all funny as she arched her back as if she was trying her best to showcase her swollen tits.
Jango kept pounding her just as hard all through her climax, and this forced another one, even stronger! She screamed! She felt she was one with the galaxy as she saw so many stars!
Among her past lovers, only Qui-Gon came close, but when the Jedi Master had sex with her, there was always a measure of guilt and care for her that prevented him from fucking her unrestrained. The bounty hunter had no such compunction.
Jango Fett raped her hard, long and good until he finally erupted inside her, his sperm contained in that top-quality condom�an angel skin as people would say on Naboo.
Now, an evil corner of Padmé’s mind was secretly wishing she got captured again, and maybe this time, Jango would rape her without the angel skin.
***
Padmé became aware of being moved. Yanzee had finished inside her. She felt his jizz, warm and disgusting inside her. It was leaking on the inside of her thighs while Dooku moved her around like his personal fuck doll. She was back on that hated ship, where her one purpose was to get filled with cum.
Under Dooku’s touch, she found herself down on her knees and elbows, the hard floor hurting her knees and prompting her to rest more of her weight on her elbows. This shift caused her buttocks to protrude more, where they fed her enemy’s new erection.
She felt a sudden wetness along with the sinking of fingers on her buns... Padmé realized that Dooku was kissing her buttocks and feeling them with his hands.
Jax said she was a bit too thin for his liking, to which Dooku replied this was because he was a plebeian unable to truly appreciate life’s good things.
“And besides, Jax, if you look more closely, you can see that her butt and hips look surprisingly wide against her slim waist. And when you get your face right down there, you’ll see how vast her buns really are�She’s gorgeous. Jax, when you get her in the shower later. Kiss her bum, she secretly likes this, and appreciate her vastness from up close. You will learn and grow, especially down there!”
She braced herself, knowing the penetration was coming soon. She feared it all the more since she knew it was unavoidable. Dooku was indeed removing his cloak and his lightsaber belt. He looked elegant and respectable with his silver beard and hair, almost handsome in his black tunic. Soon, his erection was going to jut out of him...
As he raped her, Dooku remained silent. He used the angle with great skill and soon found exactly how to take her from behind in a way that produced the greatest pleasure in her.
Dooku wanted Anakin to watch the hologram film and see how Padmé’s body reacted to his strokes, how loud and high she whimpered under his empire as he held her waist and kept drilling her, using the Force to learn exactly how she secretly wanted him to fuck. It worked.
The ship’s walls echoed with her explosion of moans as she came, but then, before he himself cummed, the Dark Lord exited her and without warning, he pushed himself into the rosebud of Padmé’s butt hole!
She shrieked with pain. She wasn’t expecting this!
Her screams only increased as he forced the sodomy upon her, forced her rectum open as she shrieked and sounded like she was being eviscerated alive!
Through the Force, Dooku sensed she was a butt virgin. He had seen Shu Mai using her strap-on to defile her rectum, but this didn’t really count. A strap-on wasn’t a cock. Now, at last, Dooku claimed a virgin part of Padmé!
The Sith held nothing back. He pushed himself balls-deep inside her ass, reveling in her shrieks of agony. He pounded her with savage abandon, unleashing all he had!
“Victory! Hhnnrr! Victory! Vic-torrh-yy!” Dooku uttered through his clenched teeth, again and again.
He passed his point of no return and enjoyed the surreal moment when time stops... And then he screamed his joy and relief, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!”
He filled up Padmé’s lower intestines.
He rested his deflating cock right between Padmé’s buns, gracing her bum crack with his cock, coated with cum and blood. He tenderly stroked her butt cheeks and carressed their shapely contours, with a sense of elation that made his victory complete. Almost.
If only he had caught her in her teens! Then her butt would have been even juicier and tighter! Again, his victory wasn’t 100% absolute! It seemed to always elude him no matter what he did.
He let Padmé’s exhausted body fall on its side and watched the broken girl as she wailed and sobbed and curled herself into a foetal ball, showcasing the beauty of her nakedness without a shred of embarrassment; she was now beyond this.
He took this opportunity to admire and touch the grace of her heavenly feet, so small and perfect!
“My dear Padmé, with such legs and feet, the Republic ought to use you as custom nose art on their gunships and call you the Naboo Nymph! Even the Force falls short when it comes to apprehending such beauty, and this is what Yoda will never understand.”
As he spoke, Dooku caressed her feet and lower legs, gently and passionately. She sensed through his fingertips how much he truly loved to touch her there, and again, she sobbed and burst in tears. This reminded her of Qui-Gon Jinn.
***
Then, after reluctantly standing up and putting himself back together in his black tunic, the Sith spoke.
“I think our lovely guest has earned a bathroom break and a nice hot shower! Jax, Yanzee! Go and take care of her. Give her a shower. Touch her all you like, but do not harm her! Remember what happened to my last crew before you.”
Padmé lived the rest of the trip in a world of debasement where she no longer could tell whether this was happening for real or it was just a bad dream and she was going to wake up on Coruscant. They seemed to avoid hurting her. They actually did their utmost to force pleasure in her. Dooku had the skill to turn her into a whimpering slut.
Once she was showered, Dooku gave her another cunnilingus while the crewmen sucked her tits, one side of her bust for each man. It was another scene of Padmé’s complete surrender, with the untiring R2 droid hologramming all of it for posterity.
Then, they allowed Padmé to put her trousers back on and cover herself with what was left of her torn top. Now she really looked like a whore�No need to completely dress since her clothes were soon coming right off again.
Yanzee brought her food on a tray, but she flung it away in a fit of rage. She wasn’t hungry anyway. Her body was too busy registering the overwhelming sensations that flooded her fresh memories.
Dooku let her rest in the lounge, sitting where he could contemplate her. He never got tired of her beauty. The droid was no longer recording. There was enough footage to enrage Anakin sixty-six times over. Jax and Yanzee were gone to the cockpit.
Two hours later, they came back and Dooku watched as they seized Padmé and ripped her shirt for good, baring her tits as she screamed and writhed in their grasp. She had recovered enough to be defiant once again with some fight in her, and this made her renewed rape even more enjoyable for the crewmen.
“I love it when they fight! Isn’t she pretty with her flushed face?”
“Yeah! I can’t get enough of her small tits! So good to suck!” Yanzee replied.
“Come on, Yanzee, let’s have her cunt again! She keeps telling her she’s a Republican Senator. She needs more humbling!”
And with Yanzee restraining her and keeping her back pinned on the cushion seat, Jax raised her legs up and pulled her white trousers up her alluring legs, his cock inflating as he uncovered more and more of her skin. He kept her feet together and peeled the trousers all the way up until he bunched them up at her ankles before pulling them away and throwing them away.
Jax kept her legs up and licked them, enjoying those sleek lines. Padmé had short, athletic legs that screamed “Girl” through every pore of her skin. Those crewmen touching her was something that should never have happened to the former Queen of Naboo.
Padmé then spent the next 15 minutes with her butt resting on the arm of that cushion chair, and her legs forming a V as she got raped and humbled into a whimpering slut, first by Jax, then by Yanzee with his big cock.
Throughout the new ordeal, her pretty face remained twisted as if she had just swallowed two whole lemons of the most bitter variety in the galaxy. Her long hair kept forming dark waves of shimmering darkness and she kept her hands clenched, forming lovely little fists of powerless rage where one man restrained her wrists near her bobbing head while his buddy was rough her up. They messed her real good!
Dooku looked on, grinning. It was a lovely abuse! Midway through that rape, he had reactivated the R2 droid. Anakin really ought to see this!
When both crewmen were spent, the tall Sith masturbated over Padmé’s prostrated figure, until he growled and with a satisfaction that could only be conjectured, he spewed long ropes of jizz and watched them land as he painted her pretty face with the rancid-smelling gloss of his semen.
“Get used to this, young lady. You can expect more of the same. A lot more. You’ll see for yourself tomorrow.”
After hearing those words from the Sith, Padmé was again taken to the shower by the lowlife crewmen, whose infinite joy she felt through their hands as they soaped and frictioned her everywhere, especially her cunt and tits, with Jax spending much time down behind “to make sure her butt was really clean”. He still liked it better when the girl was curvier. Yanzee was in absolute paradise.
Yanzee forced a long kiss on her at some point. It was awful! Even after all the rest, Padmé felt this was the worst. She couldn’t bear to have such an ugly face pressed on hers!
Padmé hoped that this time, her ordeal was finally over.
But one hour later, as they came out of hyperspace, they just remained in orbit around the destination planet and were told their hour of landing at the space-port of Mos-Esley.
Since they had some time to spare, why not treating themselves to the pleasure of stripping Padmé naked once again and using her? Why not? The privilege cost nothing, and the only limit to their enjoyment was their stamina.
By that time, none of the men could get hard enough to enter her pussy, let alone her ass.
However, Dooku produced a ring gag, a sight that terrified Padmé! She screamed upon realizing what new nightmare this terrible device brought her into.
Once her mouth was forced and kept open with that thing strapped on her head, the naked Senator was forced down on her knees and one by one, all three men face-raped her! Dooku, Jax and Yanzee.
Padmé had leisure enough to learn the difference in sounds when each man cummed and splattered her face. Dooku was like, “AAAAAAAAAHH, VICTORY!” Jax went like, “HHNNNNNNNNNNN! Take this, Nubian slut!” And Yanzee had a wonderful bass voice that sounded like a bray... “UUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGHH Good fuck!!!”
Different shades of debasement. Many times over, she realized this was NOT a dream.
At the end of this recreation, the former Queen of Naboo had her face lost under a thick coat of cum with honorable rivers of stickiness on her tits.
Like Yanzee had said, “Small tits, big load! HnnGGHHH�UUUUUUUUUUGGHH Good fuck!!!”
TO BE CONTINUED.