Tachyon
09-25-04, 12:05 AM
A tale especially suited for Cop
Padme stopped in mid sentence. It was not the floppy haired amphibian that stood behind her but some one she had never seen before. It was a short female humanoid, with a pasty white complexion. Long flowing orange and red hair cascaded from a lone crest on the woman’s otherwise shaven head. Her taught muscular physique was clad in a tight orange leotard, and a vast array of gun filed holsters hung around her waist. Her elongated, slender fingers caressed the guns like they were lovers. It was the long rifle that hung from her right shoulder that worried Padme the most. The female’s black ringed eyes penetrated Padme with a glare that startled the Queen to her feet.
"What are you doing here young one?" Commanded the woman.
"Are you here for the Hutt’s Pleasure Pit?"
Before Padme gathered her response she felt the impact of the woman’s words hit her, with one taking particular prominence. That word being ‘Hutt’. All her life Padme had been aware of the rotund, slug-like rulers of Nal Hutta, and yet she had never seen one in the flesh. Her royal advisers had frowned upon any suggestion of an expedition to their world. They would not even allow any of her decoys to survey the world. Padme had been raised upon stories of the Hutts. Of their cruelty, their cunning and most worrying for a pretty young female, their appetites - both culinary and sexual. She had long heard myths of unfortunate girls who had been sold to Hutts as slaves; forced to dress half-naked and submit to their master’s every desire, a course that usually led to their deaths. As memories of these tales filled her mind, Padme recalled the words she had over heard Panaka speak to the Jedi Qui Gon Jinn as they had approached the Hutt ruled planet Tatooine -
"You can’t take her Royal Highness there. The Hutts are gangsters, if they discovered her on board there’s no telling what they would do"
Padme had a worrying concern that she was about to find out exactly what would happen if the Hutts did discover her.
"Speak girl - Are you a mute?" Enquired the pasty skinned female
Padme felt that honesty and vulnerability were the best ways out of this situation.
"No, I’m just lost. My friends are back in the main hanger and I was hoping that you could point me back towards that direction."
The pale female paused and her dark eyes looked deeper into Padme’s.
"My, you are a pretty one to be here lost all alone on your own" she whispered.
For reasons Padme couldn’t understand she felt her soft lips open and speak in accordance -
"My, I am a pretty one to be here lost all on my own"
"Perhaps you should follow I, Aurra Sing, Jabba’s chief of security", voiced the orange haired female.
"Perhaps I should follow you, Aurra Sing, Jabba’s chief of security" repeated Padme.
At this moment, her surroundings felt like a dream to Padme and she couldn’t determine if she were awake or if Aurra were a hallucination. Temporarily, she forgot her caution about the Hutts being so near. Aurra’s long, slender fingers began to stroke Padme’s left cheek as she whispered her final words into Padme’s lobe-less ear.
"Then again, perhaps it would be best if you went to sleep for the moment, until the pleasure pit is ready."
"Then again, perhaps it would be best if I went to sleep for the moment, until the pleasure pit is ready" repeated the young Queen, barely acknowledging the words that she was speaking. Gently, she felt her soft eyelashes close together and darkness cloud her field of view.
When Padme awoke, Aurra Sing was the last thing on her mind. Disorientated, her first thought concerned the moist, sticky sensation she felt against her belly and her breasts. She was naked and the coldness of this strange gel caused goose bumps to form over her tender creamy skin. She tried to recall at which point she had been stripped of her clothes, but had no recollection of events since meeting Aurra. She placed her fingers to her eyes in order to rub the sleep from her soft eyelids. She tried to take a deep breath in the process, and was alarmed at the tightness around her windpipe as she did so. Something cold and metallic was digging into her neck, and it rattled as she lifted her body from the sticky substance beneath her. Padme’s long brown hair fell about her face. It was still braided for the most part, but sections were unkempt and ragged. She pushed it from her eyes; hairs sticking to the thick green substance that covered her fingers. She looked down and the first thing she noticed was the gold chain that trailed from her neck. The sensual pressure about her windpipe was courtesy of a thick metal collar. Padme pulled at the binding but with little success. Instead, her eyes followed the path of the chain in front of her. The floor around Amidala was as moist as the section beneath her and its transparency reflected her beautiful face back at her, gazing back as she stared forward.
As she followed the chain further, she saw events around her and slowly, the full horror of her current circumstances hit her like a sledgehammer. She was currently in some kind of concave pit. She attempted to crawl on her hands, but thanks to the pit’s oily floor, only slid further towards the centre of the sandstone construct. This imprisonment would have be enough were it not for the events that were going on around the Queen. She had awoken in the middle of the most vivid orgy of sexual activity she had ever seen. All about her creatures from across the Republic and the outer rim territories were indulging in perversions the likes of which she had never witnessed.
Upon viewing the two glistening, bulbous creatures before her, Amidala felt the bile fill up in the back of her tightened throat as she realised the full danger of her situation. The worst had happened - She was now a prisoner of the Hutts.
The very sight of the green, slimy Hutts sickened Padme. They were a testimony to everything that revolted her in the universe. She adored the cleanliness of the soft water she poured onto her soft skin each day and the gentle smell of roses that a bath gave her. The Hutts were grimy and smelt of a thick musky scent that was laced with a hint of raw fish, which she could smell even from this distance. She prided herself on the firmness of her prime athletic figure and the discipline that had gained it. The Hutts were a tribute to sloth, their rotund, fat bodies and tails filling up much of this pit.
Padme tried to claw at the floor to stop her journey, but it was so slippery from all the secretions smeared across it that she was unable to get a grip. Breathing had been a problem for her since arriving in this despicable place, but now it was impossible. She was choking, and she feared it could be the death of her. She closed her eyes so as to shield herself from the horror. But then her journey stopped as she felt her tender face impact on something soft and warm. Moist and sticky, but warm all the same. As a salty taste filled her lips and the thick fishy smell enraptured her nostrils, she knew instantly where she had arrived. Confused, Padme attempted to crawl away, but her regal pride would not let her do so, not even in a situation such as this. Instead she rose from the moist ground; her bare feet practically stuck to the rich substance beneath them. She turned around and opened her eyes. What greeted her was far worse than she had anticipated.
Up close, the first thing that struck Padme about the Hutt was the size of his mouth. She knew that Hutts would eat everything and anything. Humans were a rare delicacy to them and so she did not know if this was to be her final destiny. The Hutt had no real lips, yet where they should have been was a vast cascade of rich, creamy saliva. A constant stream oozed from the creature’s mouth, and this alone was enough to make Padme vomit. She couldn’t bear to look at this monstrosity. Instead she looked down upon her tiny naked form and felt shame when comparing herself to the vastness of what was before her.
Padme stared at her naked body, possibly for the first time since reaching puberty. She was no longer a child, but she was far from being a woman. Her breasts were but small swellings upon her chest. The only sign of their growth was the increased size of the areolas around her nipples, which were now a darkened pink colour. As she looked down further to her pale belly with it’s layer of puppy fat and to her straight and even hips, she was aware that she was yet to receive the feminine curves that signalled the arrival of womanhood. She glared further down to the bulging Venus mound that lay at the centre of her crotch. It was for the most part still bald, save for a few wispy brown pubic hairs that entwined themselves around her soft, pink vaginal opening. Ashamed of this almost androgynous state in which she appeared, Padme closed her long shapeless legs and cradled her thin, straight arms about her body. Here, laid bare and naked before the Hutt, the young Queen felt gawky and awkward. Captain Panarka’s words back on the ship continued to echo around her mind like a curse.
Next she heard Aurra Sing’s voice -
"See Jabba, I told you she was a beauty!"
Jabba looked upon the young human female before him and his tail began to thrash excitedly against the ground. His bounty hunter-come-body guard had done well this time. This was a prime example of a young human female. Obviously not raised on the bitter, sand swept planes of Tatooine, the smooth ‘peaches and cream’ tone of her skin was no doubt the product of a life spent on one of the core worlds. He looked forward to soaking the pretty young thing’s long brown hair with the life giving properties of his juicy saliva. Her pretty, round, cherubic face was perfect for licking with his sensuous tongue and he ached to see her features dripping with his green love juice. Her body was a treat to him. Her breasts and stomach so tight as to not get in the way of his eager little hands. Jabba had already noticed how supple the cheeks of her pale behind were. He loved the soft humid taste of a human female’s anal passage and couldn’t wait to get inside it’s clammy tightness. The jewel in this gift lay between the girl’s legs. She was obviously still in her youth and her soft pink vaginal opening had only been penetrated a few times, if at all, ensuring that this small creature would be tight and firm around his gigantic, thrusting tail. She was obviously tender, being as young as she was, and when he had bored of her, he was sure that she would make an appetising delicacy. With this thought Jabba began to drool even more insistently.
Here she was before him, captured at the perfect moment between girl and woman. He wanted her with deep desire. Padme looked into his snake-like eyes and knew this also. And she was very afraid. So afraid that she felt the muscles of her urethra contract. From between her legs, a golden shower spurted forward, splashing onto Jabba’s belly; it’s drips flying in all directions. She feared this action might be the death of her. Instead Jabba’s long, dripping tongue rolled from between his lips, down to his gut, and licked up the last of Padme’s urinal treat. His tongue returned to his mouth and he licked his lips in approval. This action revolted Amidala. If he was willing to drink any of her bodily fluids, what did he expect her to consume from him in return?
Yet she stood upright in front of Jabba, when he wanted her to kneel before him in complete submission. She had a proud streak, and if Jabba were to do unto her as he so desired, he would have to break her will. Ignoring for this moment Aurra Sing, who still sat astride his tail, massaging the thick grooves of his hide with her long sensual fingers, Jabba gestured to a Gamorrean Guard that stood idly nearby. Walking towards Padme, the Guard was clad only in a pair of furry briefs. His bulky green, muscular frame towering over the tiny monarch of Naboo. Jabba barked an order to the guard in Huttese. A concerned Padme then watched the Gamorrean remove his trunks. The pig creature’s manhood was itself a surprise. Not as long as Padme had anticipated, in fact about the length of a human male’s penis. Yet it’s girth was huge, at least as thick as her forearm, if not bigger.
Standing behind Padme the brute pushed her to the ground. Amidala felt the pain in her right elbow as it broke her fall. The Gamorrean gripped Padme tightly around the waist as she attempted to crawl away, still slipping on the slimy floor. The guard had the Queen in it’s vice-like grip and she knew what was coming. She had hoped this moment would have come later rather than sooner, possibly with the right person. Saddened by what was about to happen, at the loss of innocence that was ahead, tears began to flood down her soft little cheeks, and she could taste their salty flavour as they dripped down to her lips. Padme looked back into Jabba’s wide repulsive face and noted the smile that had begun to peak across his lipless mouth. She closed her eyes and opened her legs as wide as possible. She feared that this might be painful, but she would do what she must to get through the moment. Her clitoris was bulging for reasons she did not quite understand, and she hoped that the juicy walls of her vagina were lubricated enough to take the incoming green intruder with as little agony as possible. Then a horrible thought crossed Padme’s mind - Gamorrean males impregnated the females via their anus.
Feeling the supple cheeks at the opening to her back passage forced apart, Padme opened wide the soft tiny lips of her mouth and screamed.
Padme was so numb with shock, that at first she didn’t even feel the pain of the Gamorrean’s bulging manhood filling the entirety of the tight crevice that led to her rectum. As he removed his love weapon and thrusted once more between her buttocks, the full force of the agony hit her like nothing she had known before. The tight pink tissue of her back passage was stretched as wide as possible, and in this agony the Queen clenched her teeth tight together and cried bitter tears, so as to not give the Guard the satisfaction of her screams. Yet Padme was in pain and she wanted him to stop. He was practically pushing her onto his erect weapon in such a manner that even whilst thrusting into her, his stumpy erection stayed inside her tight rectum at all times. The ground beneath her was so moist that the force of the creature was pushing the Queen forward and onto Jabba’s slimy gut, and all she could taste was the Hutt’s salty secretions. Padme could feel the tip of the Guard’s penis puncturing her bowel and this worried her. She was now adjusting to this constant state of agony and was beginning to notice the sensation she felt as the Gamorrean’s manhood rubbed against the back of her prostate, and this concerned her even more, for she was enjoying it’s pulsing sensations. The pig creature was slobbering, and his rich, bubbling saliva was cascading into Amidala’s deep brown hair. He moved closer to her face and she felt the moistness of his dribble pour into her lobe-less ear as his grunts vibrated through her skull. The experience was thoroughly revolting.
By now, the spectacle of this pretty young human female being violated in an unlikely orifice was attracting quite a crowd within the pit. Ganns, Twi’leks, Rodians - they all had gathered around Padme and the Gamorrean. Most were chanting and some of the males had even begun to masturbate at this arousing sight. Jabba himself was extremely excited - soon this arrogant young human would be broken and would be his for the taking. Full of passion, the girth of his gigantic tail beat against the ground.
Padme’s anal passage was stretched to breaking point and she could barely take any more punishment from the Gamorrean. Her rectal tissue was red raw and by now and Amidala was concerned about possible damage to her internal organs - should she survive this experience. That she could barely breathe thanks to the collar that embraced her neck only caused her further worry.
Then the Gamorrean stopped. Padme was in such torment, and her rectum was so numb, that she did not even realise until a few seconds later. Tepidly, she looked behind her. The Gamorrean gripped his stiff love organ between his rotund fingers and aimed it at Amidala’s kneeling form.
Padme stopped in mid sentence. It was not the floppy haired amphibian that stood behind her but some one she had never seen before. It was a short female humanoid, with a pasty white complexion. Long flowing orange and red hair cascaded from a lone crest on the woman’s otherwise shaven head. Her taught muscular physique was clad in a tight orange leotard, and a vast array of gun filed holsters hung around her waist. Her elongated, slender fingers caressed the guns like they were lovers. It was the long rifle that hung from her right shoulder that worried Padme the most. The female’s black ringed eyes penetrated Padme with a glare that startled the Queen to her feet.
"What are you doing here young one?" Commanded the woman.
"Are you here for the Hutt’s Pleasure Pit?"
Before Padme gathered her response she felt the impact of the woman’s words hit her, with one taking particular prominence. That word being ‘Hutt’. All her life Padme had been aware of the rotund, slug-like rulers of Nal Hutta, and yet she had never seen one in the flesh. Her royal advisers had frowned upon any suggestion of an expedition to their world. They would not even allow any of her decoys to survey the world. Padme had been raised upon stories of the Hutts. Of their cruelty, their cunning and most worrying for a pretty young female, their appetites - both culinary and sexual. She had long heard myths of unfortunate girls who had been sold to Hutts as slaves; forced to dress half-naked and submit to their master’s every desire, a course that usually led to their deaths. As memories of these tales filled her mind, Padme recalled the words she had over heard Panaka speak to the Jedi Qui Gon Jinn as they had approached the Hutt ruled planet Tatooine -
"You can’t take her Royal Highness there. The Hutts are gangsters, if they discovered her on board there’s no telling what they would do"
Padme had a worrying concern that she was about to find out exactly what would happen if the Hutts did discover her.
"Speak girl - Are you a mute?" Enquired the pasty skinned female
Padme felt that honesty and vulnerability were the best ways out of this situation.
"No, I’m just lost. My friends are back in the main hanger and I was hoping that you could point me back towards that direction."
The pale female paused and her dark eyes looked deeper into Padme’s.
"My, you are a pretty one to be here lost all alone on your own" she whispered.
For reasons Padme couldn’t understand she felt her soft lips open and speak in accordance -
"My, I am a pretty one to be here lost all on my own"
"Perhaps you should follow I, Aurra Sing, Jabba’s chief of security", voiced the orange haired female.
"Perhaps I should follow you, Aurra Sing, Jabba’s chief of security" repeated Padme.
At this moment, her surroundings felt like a dream to Padme and she couldn’t determine if she were awake or if Aurra were a hallucination. Temporarily, she forgot her caution about the Hutts being so near. Aurra’s long, slender fingers began to stroke Padme’s left cheek as she whispered her final words into Padme’s lobe-less ear.
"Then again, perhaps it would be best if you went to sleep for the moment, until the pleasure pit is ready."
"Then again, perhaps it would be best if I went to sleep for the moment, until the pleasure pit is ready" repeated the young Queen, barely acknowledging the words that she was speaking. Gently, she felt her soft eyelashes close together and darkness cloud her field of view.
When Padme awoke, Aurra Sing was the last thing on her mind. Disorientated, her first thought concerned the moist, sticky sensation she felt against her belly and her breasts. She was naked and the coldness of this strange gel caused goose bumps to form over her tender creamy skin. She tried to recall at which point she had been stripped of her clothes, but had no recollection of events since meeting Aurra. She placed her fingers to her eyes in order to rub the sleep from her soft eyelids. She tried to take a deep breath in the process, and was alarmed at the tightness around her windpipe as she did so. Something cold and metallic was digging into her neck, and it rattled as she lifted her body from the sticky substance beneath her. Padme’s long brown hair fell about her face. It was still braided for the most part, but sections were unkempt and ragged. She pushed it from her eyes; hairs sticking to the thick green substance that covered her fingers. She looked down and the first thing she noticed was the gold chain that trailed from her neck. The sensual pressure about her windpipe was courtesy of a thick metal collar. Padme pulled at the binding but with little success. Instead, her eyes followed the path of the chain in front of her. The floor around Amidala was as moist as the section beneath her and its transparency reflected her beautiful face back at her, gazing back as she stared forward.
As she followed the chain further, she saw events around her and slowly, the full horror of her current circumstances hit her like a sledgehammer. She was currently in some kind of concave pit. She attempted to crawl on her hands, but thanks to the pit’s oily floor, only slid further towards the centre of the sandstone construct. This imprisonment would have be enough were it not for the events that were going on around the Queen. She had awoken in the middle of the most vivid orgy of sexual activity she had ever seen. All about her creatures from across the Republic and the outer rim territories were indulging in perversions the likes of which she had never witnessed.
Upon viewing the two glistening, bulbous creatures before her, Amidala felt the bile fill up in the back of her tightened throat as she realised the full danger of her situation. The worst had happened - She was now a prisoner of the Hutts.
The very sight of the green, slimy Hutts sickened Padme. They were a testimony to everything that revolted her in the universe. She adored the cleanliness of the soft water she poured onto her soft skin each day and the gentle smell of roses that a bath gave her. The Hutts were grimy and smelt of a thick musky scent that was laced with a hint of raw fish, which she could smell even from this distance. She prided herself on the firmness of her prime athletic figure and the discipline that had gained it. The Hutts were a tribute to sloth, their rotund, fat bodies and tails filling up much of this pit.
Padme tried to claw at the floor to stop her journey, but it was so slippery from all the secretions smeared across it that she was unable to get a grip. Breathing had been a problem for her since arriving in this despicable place, but now it was impossible. She was choking, and she feared it could be the death of her. She closed her eyes so as to shield herself from the horror. But then her journey stopped as she felt her tender face impact on something soft and warm. Moist and sticky, but warm all the same. As a salty taste filled her lips and the thick fishy smell enraptured her nostrils, she knew instantly where she had arrived. Confused, Padme attempted to crawl away, but her regal pride would not let her do so, not even in a situation such as this. Instead she rose from the moist ground; her bare feet practically stuck to the rich substance beneath them. She turned around and opened her eyes. What greeted her was far worse than she had anticipated.
Up close, the first thing that struck Padme about the Hutt was the size of his mouth. She knew that Hutts would eat everything and anything. Humans were a rare delicacy to them and so she did not know if this was to be her final destiny. The Hutt had no real lips, yet where they should have been was a vast cascade of rich, creamy saliva. A constant stream oozed from the creature’s mouth, and this alone was enough to make Padme vomit. She couldn’t bear to look at this monstrosity. Instead she looked down upon her tiny naked form and felt shame when comparing herself to the vastness of what was before her.
Padme stared at her naked body, possibly for the first time since reaching puberty. She was no longer a child, but she was far from being a woman. Her breasts were but small swellings upon her chest. The only sign of their growth was the increased size of the areolas around her nipples, which were now a darkened pink colour. As she looked down further to her pale belly with it’s layer of puppy fat and to her straight and even hips, she was aware that she was yet to receive the feminine curves that signalled the arrival of womanhood. She glared further down to the bulging Venus mound that lay at the centre of her crotch. It was for the most part still bald, save for a few wispy brown pubic hairs that entwined themselves around her soft, pink vaginal opening. Ashamed of this almost androgynous state in which she appeared, Padme closed her long shapeless legs and cradled her thin, straight arms about her body. Here, laid bare and naked before the Hutt, the young Queen felt gawky and awkward. Captain Panarka’s words back on the ship continued to echo around her mind like a curse.
Next she heard Aurra Sing’s voice -
"See Jabba, I told you she was a beauty!"
Jabba looked upon the young human female before him and his tail began to thrash excitedly against the ground. His bounty hunter-come-body guard had done well this time. This was a prime example of a young human female. Obviously not raised on the bitter, sand swept planes of Tatooine, the smooth ‘peaches and cream’ tone of her skin was no doubt the product of a life spent on one of the core worlds. He looked forward to soaking the pretty young thing’s long brown hair with the life giving properties of his juicy saliva. Her pretty, round, cherubic face was perfect for licking with his sensuous tongue and he ached to see her features dripping with his green love juice. Her body was a treat to him. Her breasts and stomach so tight as to not get in the way of his eager little hands. Jabba had already noticed how supple the cheeks of her pale behind were. He loved the soft humid taste of a human female’s anal passage and couldn’t wait to get inside it’s clammy tightness. The jewel in this gift lay between the girl’s legs. She was obviously still in her youth and her soft pink vaginal opening had only been penetrated a few times, if at all, ensuring that this small creature would be tight and firm around his gigantic, thrusting tail. She was obviously tender, being as young as she was, and when he had bored of her, he was sure that she would make an appetising delicacy. With this thought Jabba began to drool even more insistently.
Here she was before him, captured at the perfect moment between girl and woman. He wanted her with deep desire. Padme looked into his snake-like eyes and knew this also. And she was very afraid. So afraid that she felt the muscles of her urethra contract. From between her legs, a golden shower spurted forward, splashing onto Jabba’s belly; it’s drips flying in all directions. She feared this action might be the death of her. Instead Jabba’s long, dripping tongue rolled from between his lips, down to his gut, and licked up the last of Padme’s urinal treat. His tongue returned to his mouth and he licked his lips in approval. This action revolted Amidala. If he was willing to drink any of her bodily fluids, what did he expect her to consume from him in return?
Yet she stood upright in front of Jabba, when he wanted her to kneel before him in complete submission. She had a proud streak, and if Jabba were to do unto her as he so desired, he would have to break her will. Ignoring for this moment Aurra Sing, who still sat astride his tail, massaging the thick grooves of his hide with her long sensual fingers, Jabba gestured to a Gamorrean Guard that stood idly nearby. Walking towards Padme, the Guard was clad only in a pair of furry briefs. His bulky green, muscular frame towering over the tiny monarch of Naboo. Jabba barked an order to the guard in Huttese. A concerned Padme then watched the Gamorrean remove his trunks. The pig creature’s manhood was itself a surprise. Not as long as Padme had anticipated, in fact about the length of a human male’s penis. Yet it’s girth was huge, at least as thick as her forearm, if not bigger.
Standing behind Padme the brute pushed her to the ground. Amidala felt the pain in her right elbow as it broke her fall. The Gamorrean gripped Padme tightly around the waist as she attempted to crawl away, still slipping on the slimy floor. The guard had the Queen in it’s vice-like grip and she knew what was coming. She had hoped this moment would have come later rather than sooner, possibly with the right person. Saddened by what was about to happen, at the loss of innocence that was ahead, tears began to flood down her soft little cheeks, and she could taste their salty flavour as they dripped down to her lips. Padme looked back into Jabba’s wide repulsive face and noted the smile that had begun to peak across his lipless mouth. She closed her eyes and opened her legs as wide as possible. She feared that this might be painful, but she would do what she must to get through the moment. Her clitoris was bulging for reasons she did not quite understand, and she hoped that the juicy walls of her vagina were lubricated enough to take the incoming green intruder with as little agony as possible. Then a horrible thought crossed Padme’s mind - Gamorrean males impregnated the females via their anus.
Feeling the supple cheeks at the opening to her back passage forced apart, Padme opened wide the soft tiny lips of her mouth and screamed.
Padme was so numb with shock, that at first she didn’t even feel the pain of the Gamorrean’s bulging manhood filling the entirety of the tight crevice that led to her rectum. As he removed his love weapon and thrusted once more between her buttocks, the full force of the agony hit her like nothing she had known before. The tight pink tissue of her back passage was stretched as wide as possible, and in this agony the Queen clenched her teeth tight together and cried bitter tears, so as to not give the Guard the satisfaction of her screams. Yet Padme was in pain and she wanted him to stop. He was practically pushing her onto his erect weapon in such a manner that even whilst thrusting into her, his stumpy erection stayed inside her tight rectum at all times. The ground beneath her was so moist that the force of the creature was pushing the Queen forward and onto Jabba’s slimy gut, and all she could taste was the Hutt’s salty secretions. Padme could feel the tip of the Guard’s penis puncturing her bowel and this worried her. She was now adjusting to this constant state of agony and was beginning to notice the sensation she felt as the Gamorrean’s manhood rubbed against the back of her prostate, and this concerned her even more, for she was enjoying it’s pulsing sensations. The pig creature was slobbering, and his rich, bubbling saliva was cascading into Amidala’s deep brown hair. He moved closer to her face and she felt the moistness of his dribble pour into her lobe-less ear as his grunts vibrated through her skull. The experience was thoroughly revolting.
By now, the spectacle of this pretty young human female being violated in an unlikely orifice was attracting quite a crowd within the pit. Ganns, Twi’leks, Rodians - they all had gathered around Padme and the Gamorrean. Most were chanting and some of the males had even begun to masturbate at this arousing sight. Jabba himself was extremely excited - soon this arrogant young human would be broken and would be his for the taking. Full of passion, the girth of his gigantic tail beat against the ground.
Padme’s anal passage was stretched to breaking point and she could barely take any more punishment from the Gamorrean. Her rectal tissue was red raw and by now and Amidala was concerned about possible damage to her internal organs - should she survive this experience. That she could barely breathe thanks to the collar that embraced her neck only caused her further worry.
Then the Gamorrean stopped. Padme was in such torment, and her rectum was so numb, that she did not even realise until a few seconds later. Tepidly, she looked behind her. The Gamorrean gripped his stiff love organ between his rotund fingers and aimed it at Amidala’s kneeling form.