Chapter 4: Flashbacks!
Padmé didn’t know exactly when she drifted to sleep. She had confused... oh, so very confused memories! Memories of being dragged in some sort of hangar where a ship was parked on its landing legs�a scimitar-class ship with its large spherical head. Cold air on her bare skin. Groping hands. Her nipples were stiff and erect under the breeze. Men’s laughter and whistling.
There was a distinct smell of grease with notes of ionized metal and ozone�and several men around her. Touching her. She felt more than debased.
Whistles and catcalls. “Whou-oouuhh! The Naboo Nymph!”
She was naked... Lying on her back. Some nondescript man with a beard was on top of her now, offending her nostrils with his common smell, inside her, panting, his breath reeking of Jawa beer. Yes, it was indeed Jawa beer.
Being raped and entertaining men seemed to be her only purpose.
“Welcome to Tatooine, Naboo Nymph!”
“Aaaaahhhhrrrr! She’s a great fuck! Can’t believe I’m getting this for free...”
She drifted again.
Where is she? What is she now?
She’s once again lying on her back. Naked. As usual.
She knows the place. She’s been there before.
A man is forcing himself inside her. He’s standing, so she must be on a table. A man? No, an alien with a greyish-green face. Noseless with large golden red eyes, looking down at her, smiling down on her with a lipless mouth, and a general air of deceit exuding out of him.
“Aahh, my dear Queen of Naboo! How do you like your stay on Geonosis? HnnRRRRHH!” the Nemoidian jeers as he punches himself deep inside her and begins rocking her. His thrusts are hard enough for her to feel the jiggle of her high-riding tits.
She struggles. Others are holding her wrists together above her head. They’re laughing at her, jeering... She knows that voice... Yes, one of those men�or rather, aliens�holding her is someone known and despised by her. Argente! Passel Argente!
The Nemoidian raping her is going really hard.
“This is a lot more fun when I can see your face, my dear Queen! Look at me! Look at me, I say!” he says in Basic.
A hard pinch at her nipple makes her wince. Nute Gunray just pinched her with his long bony fingers.
“Look at me, Padmé!”
Is Padmé her name? Who’s she now, really?
She keeps her eyes open. No need to endure more pain. But looking at the Viceroy from her supine position while he stands over her and rapes her is also painful, in a more lasting way. Looking at him injures her soul.
He’s naked, looking ridiculous and green-bald without his hat. But he’s holding her waist and banging her like a stud! She hates every second of it.
Passel Argente keeps taunting her with his sneering voice. “You’ll see how I’m going to make you scream, Padmé! Ha ha ha ha ha! Not so proud now, eh? You snobbish bitch! You had it coming...”
Others are sneering and laughing at her as well. Through her confused senses, she recognizes the members of the Separatist Council.
The Viceroy presently squeezes her hips between his grasping hands, painfully, as he dies within her with a sickly groan and shouts her Queen’s name...
“HHHNNNNNNnnnnnnnnnn... AMIDALA-aaaahhh!!!”
Then it’s none other than Passel Argente. He takes his turn, and do what she will, Padmé can’t keep herself from moaning loud when he sinks his thick cock inside her after propping up her legs.
Everyone laughs around her as she gets pounded by Passel, who ravishes her hard with her feet on either side of his deep-dark khaki face, the yellow of his eyes almost glowing with joy as he smiles wide, his foul greyish teeth giving somber light to his somberer face as he keeps living out his fantasy.
“Now, Padmé! Now! At last! I can fuck you! No more refusals! No more ‘Thanks, but no’! Now, you’re mine! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”
“Shut up and-and g-get it d-done, P-Passel...” Padmé tries to reply out of her bobbing head, wondering whether that large table is tumbling and rolling under her. And she just keeps moaning like crazy!
She presently gets a wild surge from Passel’s pounding and explodes in a thunder of high-pitched moans, sweating under her high climax, her swollen tits under Argente’s dark hands as he now mounts her while pressing those tits and leaning down on her, panting as if he just ran 10 kilometers.
With his twisted horn on top of his veiled head, the orange-robed rapist now stoops down and screams his bliss right into her face as he gives her another load to think of.
Then it’s San Hill and his impossibly long grey face who takes over and makes her feet look even smaller as he kisses them and presses her soles onto his face�giving her another highly unpleasant memory�just before he takes his long grey cock and sticks it in.
What did they do to her?! She’s so horny! She can’t help it! In her head she hates them! Despises them all! Such cowards to be so many on one defenseless woman, yet her body is baking with sexual fire! Something’s forcing her to enjoy it.
San Hill ejaculates. He pulls out and leaves a void within her, and it’s immediately replaced by another cock, this one belonging to Rogwa Wodrata, who also smells her feet. She’s forced to feel his long brown camel-like face against her delicate skin. How can this be allowed to be?! Rogwa speaks with a monstrously pleasant voice.
“I love your musk with those notes of vanilla mixed with your salty sweat, Senator Padmé... Now take a lick from your old friend...”
And Padmé bursts out with laughter as Rogwa’s tongue strikes a highly sensitive spot under her foot, where she’s very ticklish.
Then Rogwa penetrates her! He fills her with horror and a very morbid kind of pleasure as he gives her a long barrage of thrusts, and another climax in the process. They no doubt gave her a strong aphrodisiac beforehand. But there’s something else.
Yes, now she remembers!
***
Geonosis, in her cell...
They woke her up in the middle of the night. Gloating, the Viceroy orders her to strip naked. He gives her two choices. She can obey and disrobe, or else they will tear her outfit to shreds and she’ll be forced next morning to go into the arena naked. And she’ll be reunited with the two Jedi in that state! She obeys.
Once she has disrobed, they escort her to the same boardroom, where they lift her up and make her lie down on that same massive table.
With another pang of humiliation, she finds herself looking for Jango Fett and feels secretly disappointed as there’s no sign of him.
They have given her a shower and thoroughly washed her after the first gang-rape. She feels clean and fresh. She knows it won’t last.
Once again, the Viceroy is the first to disrobe and the first to walk up to her and stand between her open legs. They must all be paying someone a sum of money for the privilege�Dooku!
Dooku’s nowhere to be seen. She’s sure he’s behind this.
The Council members kneeling on the table bring her to its edge, where they keep her arms restrained and make her lie back with her legs dangling. They reward themselves for their effort by groping her tits or forced-kissing her.
That’s when Padmé learns what it feels like to be kissed by salmon-face Tikkes with her nose brushing against his two small nasal horns. She also learns that his breath is like sweet milk, nothing like the rotten fish she was expecting.
Pro Nudo is opposite him and worshipping her bosom.
Padmé will never forget! His pale grey face comes down upon her tits�his two pairs of large and small eyes are black and glossy with elation, and most of all, his white tusks are now brushing her right nipple and then... those tusks open and let out three black tongues that lick the entire tip of her boob all at once!
She’s flooded with sensations that are intense and surprisingly pleasing, feeling the heat of his Aqualish slobber.
The Viceroy removes his tall black hat and gives it to subservient Rute Gunnay, and then he kneels down between her legs. Padmé shrieks with horror as he kisses her cunt!
His tongue follows! Nute Gunray forces his brown tongue inside her, violating her slit. He must be familiar with human anatomy, because he quickly finds the right spot where she responds and begins to breathe hard.
The brown-tongued Viceroy goes on, making her breathe harder as she begs them to stop, trying to keep some shreds of pride. She knows they won’t stop.
She tries to move. She can’t. Hands are pinning her down. Pro Nudo keeps triple-licking her tits. She can only remain there and endure the forced cunnilingus. She tries to resist the oral stimulation. She fails.
She’s now whimpering loud wile begging them to please, please stop! They laugh as they understand she’s highly responsive to cunnilingus.
After some time, Gunray reluctantly stops and stands up, leaving his spot to Passel Argente, who also turns out to be a skilled oral lover, as ugly as he is.
Padmé suddenly surrenders to a Nubian tsunami of delight that floods her body with weightlessness and she utters a salvo of fiery groans as she squirts on Passel’s face. Everyone laughs.
“It’s important to know one’s enemy, ” Passel hisses as he licks her juices from all aroud his mouth.
A short while later, San Hill also gets to practice his cunnilingus skill, and he clearly needs it, for he’s piss-shitty at it. He’s clearly more used to receive than to give. Indeed, Padmé heard tales about San Hill getting two blowjobs/fucks a day from female subordinates.
After him comes Tikkes, his turquoise eyes defiling her beauty as he lowers himself and she can’t fight her morbid curiosity�Padmé looks down and sees the Quarren’s salmon-colored face right above her mons pubis and its well-trimmed patch of dark hair!
Then she feels the tentacles from his jaw pressed deep into her crotch as he introduces his tongue between her folds. He fiercely holds her hips as he attacks her juicy pussy and laps whatever he can touch within it. He’s active and determined, but clumsy.
And yet, Padmé is unable not to moan as she finds the experience gross and degrading, and so highly improbable that it somehow arouses her. Maybe she’s a slut and she just didn’t know it yet.
After some while, he gets up and leaves his spot to Rogwa Rodwata, whose camel-like snout leaves a deep impression on Padmé�Under his vaginal ministrations, she groans and fights her urge to climax, and fails miserably. She ends up screaming and singing loud for the Council members, her face wet with tears and bathed in sweat.
Rogwa leaves his spot to Archduke Poggle the Lesser. After a similar amount of time, perhaps four or five minutes, Poggle leaves his place to Shu Mai, who gloats as she says her tongue is going to introduce her to a new summit in the art of oral love.
But Padmé has seen much better. Shu Mai is nowhere near Sabe, her lookalike handmaiden, when it comes to pleasuring a fellow girl. If she had asked Obi-Wan, perhaps he would have told her that Sabe could also polish a helmet REALLY good.
Shu Mai needs to be reminded that her time is up and she must leave her spot to Rute Gunnay the Viceroy’s lieutenant, who later leaves his spot to some high-caste Geonosian.
It is clear that they have agreed to each spend some allotted time eating her pussy.
After the long round of cunnilingus that gets her squirting three or four times over, Padmé is then subjected to another collective rape, starting with Nute Gunray the Viceroy.
***
The bastards take their time. It seems they took some sort of drug to last longer or something, or maybe it’s just the fact she hates each and every second of it. And calling it “IT” is an insult to the thing-pronoun. What they were doing to her was unspeakable.
Her body reacts. Strongly. It’s because of the drug thay gave her. It’s also a survival mechanism which the human female body is so famous for. It’s nothing but a physical response. It’s not her fault! It’s fate. It’s the Force.
She gets gang-fucked all night long. She’s sure that Anakin and Obi-Wan feel it through the Force, and that’s another thing that makes her body respond so strongly. Anakin feels cuckolded through the Force.
After the endless round of cocks ranging from medium to enormous, from salmon or pale grey to dark green and various shades of browns, and with twice as many hands to hold and grope her...
Padmé is left panting and sweating with a shit-load of spent cum ebbing out of her pussy, gathered at the edge of the boardroom table, dripping down and forming a widening pool under her dangling feet.
The naked beauty then raises her legs and�uncaring of the unpleasant stickiness between her thighs�she balls herself on the table in foetal position and hugs her knees, crying like a child, calling Qui-Gon’s name for help.
Someone pours something ice-cold on her feet and begins kissing her there. What the fuck?
Spurred by nonchalant, what-the-fuck curiosity, Padmé looks and gasps.
It’s Jango Fett!
“You see, Jango, how nice it feels with that tingling on the lips? The Fuzzy Tauntaun adds a great twist, and what’s more, the cold keeps our lovely nymph awake! Isn’t she delicious? The Naboo Nymph! Jango, you ought to have her painted naked on your ship!”
“No dice, Sir! I’d be too conspicuous! But yeah, she’s a nice piece of pussy! Reminds me of a Chalactan girlfriend I had once. Oohh, God! Her feet! I must have her! I must have her now!”
“Suit yourself, Jango. That’s what she’s here for!”
Padmé explodes with erotic fire as soon as she hears Jango. He turned up! He likes her! He’s so despicable! What a stud!
“I fucking hate you... You ought to be ashamed!”
As she speaks, addressing Dooku, Padmé wonders whether Jango’s going to rape her bareback this time.
But she doesn’t get to see whether he does or not!
With great strength from a man who’s more athletic than massive, Jango moves her around like a feather.
She ends up bent over the boardroom table, where Jango penetrates her and makes her groan and whimper hard, her body flooded with unstoppable bliss, as he sinks balls-deep and yells his elation, “AAAAAAAAAAAHH YEAH! Ooohh, she’s real fucking good!”
Then comes the barrage of strokes. From him! HIM!
Padmé becomes a loud moaning whore, her face sliding on that table under Jango’s merciless pounding. The rougher he goes, the stronger her body responds.
At one point, Passel Argente comes closer. Dropping the empty glass he just drank from, he grabs her shoulders and moves her right to a corner of the table, where he gets access to her face while Jango keeps giving her something to remember.
Jango Fett is naked. His musk goes through her nostrils and acts like a drug that turns her on no matter what. He’s holding her arms behind her, wrists together in the small of her back, making her feel helpless and submissive, and he keeps calling her the Naboo Nymph as he skillfully makes the fun last.
Passel Argente opens his robes and produces a dark green erection. His large cock is darker than his face. Padmé gets a close-up view of it. It’s veiny and the head is uncut. It so fucking stinks!
The Koorivar pushes the horror inside Padmé’s mouth. Tears flow down her eyes as she gasps in sheer disgust. She’s going to throw up!
Passel also pinches her jaw painfully, clearly fearing her bite, but in the exhausted state she’s in, she’s too busy keeping herself from vomiting to think of resisting, and she doesn’t really want to. Her body wants Jango to keep pounding her forever, even if it means letting Passel Argente face-rape her!
The Koorivar thus pushes deep and takes full ownership of her mouth. Passel Argente then rapes Padmé’s face in absolute frenzy, shaking her head back and forth as he grunts louder than a farting bantha! He truly sounds like a braying Tusken Raider as he brutally forces Padmé to pressure his cock. He’s having the time of his life! While she’s got her mouth full of a dick that tastes like rotten shit!
Even though he already stuffed her some time earlier, Passel Argente concludes while Jango is still going at it behind her.
“AAAAHHHHRRRRRRRR YESSSS...” Passel hisses, raping her soul as well as he forcefully erupts and floods her mouth, jamming her throat with the abomination he has for semen.
With her arms behind her in Jango’s grasp and on the very edge of a gigantic climax, Padmé feels the pain of her pinched jaw as Passel keeps her mouth shut and she’s forced to swallow!
EWWWW�UUUUGH NNMMNNGGHHH... She’s going to vomit!
She had no idea semen could taste like shit! It’s without words�Salty shit drowned in ammonia on steroids that spent three weeks rotting under Tatooine’s suns... She’s absolutely going to vomit!
As soon as the Koorivar lets go of her sore jaw, it happens! She throws up the meal she reluctantly ate while crying alone in her cell, along with Passel’s seed. Her vomit smells better.
Unfazed by what he calls her “rite of passage to become a branded whore”, Jango Fett lifts her off her feet and carries her to the opposite end of the twenty-feet-long table, where he bends her over again.
“Now, my sweet little Nymph of Naboo, let’s go for round two!”
As he speaks, the bounty hunter re-enters her and has her moaning again with her face sliding on that same table, except now she has the taste of her own vomit in her mouth along with the horrid remnants of Passel’s offering.
Jango grabs her wrists and pulls her arms behind her on either side of her glorious buttocks, and pulls some more! She groans under the strain, approaching her point of hyperspace.
He’s using her straightened arms for leverage as he repeatedly pushes inside her, balls-deep! No holds barred! Her head bobbing along with the savage fuck, she moans and squeals like a bitch in unison with the thrashing she's getting, stuck in that dark place where pain and evil meet bliss.
Then he lets go of her wrists and grabs her long hair, which he pulls hard and forces her to raise her head and look at the jeering members of the Separatist Council as her body finds the only exit left�It forces her to explode in another flurry of high-flying moans�
“aAAAAAH! AAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAH noooo! Nno ooAAAAAAAAHHH Fuck! Fuck Ooh, shit! Naboo-God!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA N’BoG’dd!!! !!!”
�as he keeps his tight hold on her hair...
Jango then finally groans loud and erupts inside her with long soothing bolts of hot jizz flowing deep.
Or did it? She could never tell whether he had the angel skin or not. She would always like to think he did it bareback, but still doubted it. All she knew was that Jango raped her like a savage god on that night.
***
After this... She wasn’t sure... Dooku gave her something to drink. Beer. Jawa beer.
“A toast, young lady! To a place you’ve been, and to a place you’ll go again, ” the Dark Jedi said.
Then she was thrown into the arms of a squad of Geonosians who gave her another round of forced sex. Was it ever going to end?
After this, it wasn’t over yet!
The winged Geonosians had left her lying on that well-used table, panting and covered with honey-colored cum.
A group of Council members gathered near and above her. She saw the Viceroy along with Rute Gunnay; Wat Tambor and San Hill were there as well.
Holding those cocks she was now familiar with, they all intensely masturbated until they let go of their loads. They aimed mostly at her face and her tits.
A second foursome came after them.
Padmé closed her eyes, but Passel Argente pinched her nipple! She had to look at them! Face up! She had to see who was about to shoot their jizz on her... Passel again! He must have taken something to enhance his prowess. Archduke Poggle the Lesser. Rogwa Wodrata. Po Nudo with his four dark eyes and the white tusks he had for a mouth.
Together, they gave her another round of masturbatory worship that added to the first one.
Padmé’s face and tits got utterly coated under a shower of cum!
There were different shades from pale brown to pale green. Poggle the Lesser’s cum was of course honey-golden since he was Geonosian.
Passel’s brownish cum went darker as it began to dry. It smelled so bad that it buried all others!
The third foursome included Jango Fett.
He was the only one she saw and remembered. When he shot his sauce on her face, she tried not to, but she did it anyway. She opened her mouth and did her best to get as much of his semen as humanly possible. Whatever she got, she swallowed.
“What a fucking slut!” someone said in Basic, loud enough for her to hear.
“The Naboo Nymph! UUUUgghh!!!”
That last voice belonged to Dooku. She looked down as something hot and gooey landed on her feet. Dooku was right there, holding his spent flesh saber above her cummed-on feet.
She hated him so much for doing this! Did he know this through the Force? Only Qui-Gon Jinn had ever cummed on her feet.
Padmé wept. Naked and humiliated under a thick and varied network of cum that shrouded her in a blanket of rancid smell.
“This is what happens to snobbish Republicans! Enjoy, bitch!”
Those snarling words from Shu Mai were the last thing she remembered from that night of horror on Geonosis.
When she was reunited with Anakin near the arena’s entrance, she had been cleaned up and given a very tasty meal along with her clothes back, as per the Geonosian custom requiring that someone about to die in the arena must be clean, decent and fed before being fed.
TO BE CONT'D