Submissive Negotiations (Star Wars Padme x Jabba Commission) (FULL - Early Access) (Patreon)

To say that Padmé Amidala was angry that day would be putting it mildly. The young senator from Naboo had survived an assassination attempt, and still found herself shaken up by the experience. A senator protocol droid, NON-3, had escorted her and her disguised handmaiden Cordé down to the lower levels of the senate building which had been scheduled for demolition, with the obvious intention of having them both killed in the blast. Their quick thinking and the intervention of Bail Organa had saved them both from a grisly fate.

The droid had undoubtedly been reprogrammed and sent on this task by Nute Gunray, the viceroy of the Trade Federation. Their affinity for droids and Gunray’s animosity toward Padmé as a result of his failed occupation of Naboo both pointed to him being the culprit. This had not been the Neimoidian’s first move against her, and she doubted it would be the last.

Padmé sat in her quarters whilst sipping a glass of Chandrilan wine, stewing over the recent events. She knew it was beneath her in this line of business to form personal grudges against political opponents. If she had blown her top anytime someone of the opposition said or did something offensive toward her while she had been queen of Naboo, she would not have lasted long.

But Nute Gunray was a different matter entirely. This was no disagreement on policy or a petty sleight. He and his Trade Federation had invaded her home planet, brought suffering to her people, and had now tried to kill her more than once. If this was personal, it was because Gunray himself had made it so.

And she was not just shaken up by the fact that she had almost died at the hands of Nute Gunray, again. This was compounded by the news that his fourth trial in the supreme court had ended in acquittal. This infuriated her more than the failed assassination attempt had. Four years and four trials, and Nute Gunray was walking free, keeping all of his assets, titles and authority. After everything he’d done, all the crimes he had committed against Naboo and against her personally, she would not let this injustice stand. She couldn’t.

With Nute Gunray still running amok, it would only be a matter of time before he attempted something even more brazen. What if he built up his droid armies again to attempt another invasion? He could eventually strike anywhere, and the Republic and the Jedi did not seem to be in a position to stop him. She had trusted in the system to bring him to justice and incarcerate him. But since that was no longer an option, she would have to take matters into her own hands, however she could.

Padmé sat up from her armchair, walking over to her long-range communicator. After keying in several codes and coordinates, the communicator thrummed to life. “Sabé? Do you read me?”

After several seconds of static, Padmé received a response. “Padmé?”

Padmé smiled at the sound of her closest friend and handmaiden’s voice. “It’s good to hear from you, Sabé. Do you have a moment to talk?”

“Yes…yes I am alone right now,” Sabé replied. “Has there been any word?”

Padmé sighed. “Yes. Acquitted.” She nearly spat the word due to the sheer distaste in saying it.

“That’s unacceptable,” Sabé said, unable to contain the ire in her voice. Though she had been acting as a decoy in her place at the time, she had seen Nute’s crimes firsthand four years ago. She understood the need to bring the viceroy to justice more than anyone else Padmé knew. “Is there anything the Chancellor can do?”

Padmé rubbed her temples. “No…I don’t think so. For him to veto a court decision would be an abuse of his power, especially if it is done in the interest of his home planet. It would look like favoritism.”

“But Gunray cannot get away with this!” Sabé argued.

“No…no he cannot,” Padmé said resolutely. “That’s why I wanted to contact you. Have you had any luck in your efforts?”

“Yes, I have. I managed to make contact.”

“And? What do you do there?”

“I’m posing as a dancer,” Sabé explained.

Padmé was surprised to hear this, perking up immediately. “A d- dancer? And you are doing well there? You’ve not been…mistreated? I’ve heard stories, rumors, Sabé…”

“It’s alright, Padmé. I’m doing quite well, in fact. I’ve not been mistreated. The palace can have rough guests here, naturally, but Jabba the Hutt does not abuse those who serve him without reason. And so far I have given him no reason to distrust me.”

Padmé gave a sigh of relief. “Well…that is good to hear. Jabba the Hutt is a dangerous gangster. I could never live with myself if anything happened to you…”

“I’m fine, Padmé. I promise. And if the Republic and Jedi cannot do anything to stop Nute Gunray, Jabba the Hutt may be one of the only ones with the resources to do something about it.”

Padmé sighed. “I don’t like this one bit, but you may be right.” She paced around her penthouse, thinking for several moments. “We will not ask too much of him. And I do not wish to spark all out war with the Trade Federation. I will wait for Gunray to slip up and show his hand, but I want to ensure that we have a means to oppose him when he does.”

“Alright. What should I do?” Sabé asked.

Padmé rubbed her hands together. “It’s time we lay our cards on the table to Jabba, but we need to tread carefully here. We need something from him, but we cannot appear desperate.”

“Understood. When I meet with him, I will simply tell him you wish to make him an offer. I will do my best to find out what he wants in return, and report back to you soon.”

Padmé nodded, smiling. “Thank you, Sabé. And please…stay safe.”

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“I will, Padmé,” Sabé said, deactivating her comm device. The brunette human woman smiled. “Did you hear all of that?”

“I did. You did well, my beauty.” Jabba the Hutt’s voice echoed through his private chamber, where he was alone with his most recent dancer.

Sabé smiled, fluttering her eyelashes up at the immense slug-like hutt. “Thank you, master.”

The crime lord of Tatooine thought back to when he’d first discovered the identity of his new dancer. Sabé - or Carla, as she had called herself at the time - had infiltrated his palace several weeks prior. He had to credit the girl for her efforts; she had duped him, his majordomo and the rest of his palace cohorts at first. Given that she had ample experience in deception as a former queen’s decoy, it came as little surprise that she had managed to infiltrate his organization like she had.

But Jabba was no fool, and this had not been the first time he had been infiltrated. Someone like him did not get to where he was now without being cautious. He vetted and looked into all of his associates now, after centuries of dealing with potential traitors and backstabbers. Especially unfamiliar newcomers like “Carla.” He used his contacts to investigate her supposed background as that of a farmer’s daughter whose family was slaughtered by Tusken Raiders and she had no other means of making a living besides dancing in seedy taverns, eventually working her way here.

It was a clever story; the sole survivor of a massacred family meant that there would conveniently be nobody she knew personally who could corroborate it or deny it. Aside from the Tuskens themselves of course, and they were not exactly a forthcoming people. And there were enough incidents with Tuskens on Tatooine that it could easily be true. However, upon taking the time to thoroughly investigate, his contacts had never heard of a dancer named Carla who fit the girl’s description. And he had contacts in every seedy bar and cantina on Tatooine since they all paid tribute to him.

Upon discovering that she was not who she claimed to be, Jabba did not immediately feed her to his rancor, even if he easily could have. Instead, he wished to know who she was, and who she worked for. To his surprise, she was rather candid about her loyalties. The fact that Sabé was the handmaiden of Senator - formerly Queen - Amidala very much intrigued him. As did the fact that they did not wish to undermine him, but form an alliance with him against the Trade Federation.

Jabba had kept up with the invasion of Naboo four years ago and the subsequent Republic trials that had been held against him in the years since. The pieces fit together quite easily at that point, and he had no reason to doubt the truth of what she’d told him. He already had a good idea of exactly what he wanted from the young Senator, in exchange for his services. He merely needed to get Padmé Amidala to agree to his terms, when she met with him.

Luckily, he now had the perfect ally to make that happen for him.

“I think I am going to reward you for playing your part so well, my pretty little decoy. Would you like that?” Jabba asked with a mischievous smile stretching across his corpulent face.

Sabé blushed, biting her lip. Already the thought of what he would do to her was making her moist between her legs, as it had many times over the past couple weeks. “Yes…I would like that, Master Jabba.”

He smiled, his tail swaying playfully back and forth on his platform. “Good. Then climb atop me.”

Sabé nodded, all too eager to oblige. She climbed atop his slimy, bloated green and tan bulk. She gasped when the hutt could no longer keep his hands to himself. His pudgy fingers gripped her bum, giving each of her cheeks an ample squeeze. Without any preamble, his fingers went to her sheer maroon loincloth, unclasping it and tossing it aside. He licked his lips with his massive tongue as he saw the familiar sight of her pretty little shaved pink pussy again. In the dim light of his private chamber, he could see that she was dripping wet. These past weeks, the Naboo handmaiden had become quite receptive to him. He only hoped that her formerly royal mistress would be equally receptive.

Using one hand to hold her by her bum, he used the other to rub his pudgy pointer finger over her puffy pink slit, delighting in how slick she was. “You Naboo girls get so wet, so easily.” He brought his finger up to his face, seeing that it was glistening with her juices. He dipped his finger into his mouth, sucking her juice clean. “And so delicious.”

Sabé shook with giddy anticipation in his grasp. At times, she felt filthy at her own body’s inability to resist the effect that the debauched crime lord had on her. She hadn’t exactly infiltrated his palace with the express intention of fornicating with him. There was a time when such a notion naturally would’ve repulsed her; the hutt, after all, was corpulent, degenerate and malicious by all accounts. And though Padmé needed his aid and his connections against the Trade Federation, that would not make her any less disgusted by the thought of having anything sexual to do with him.

But that had changed over these past weeks. Despite his unpleasant bulk and outwardly revolting mannerisms, he had proven himself very knowledgeable about a humanoid female’s body. When he had first undressed her and made his intentions clear, she had at first begrudgingly accepted it for Padmé’s sake, letting out sounds of pleasure that she hoped would amuse and entice Jabba and make him more pliable during his later negotiations with Padmé. But soon enough, the sounds of pleasure being drawn out of her were genuine.

Jabba was about to demonstrate what he was capable of again, as he flipped her lithe body upside down. Sabé yelped, more surprised rather than upset as the senator’s handmaiden found her legs spread open in front of the eager crime lord’s pudgy face. Though she could hardly see from this angle with her head dangling upside down against Jabba’s lower belly, Sabé felt him use his fat thumbs to spread her pink sex open to his gluttonous gaze. She heard him chuckle from above from the sight of how soaked her pussy was.

“Beg me to reward you, my pretty little handmaiden,” Jabba ordered, his pudgy fingers tracing circles along her inner thighs but deliberately avoiding direct contact with her pussy.

Sabé by now was so needy and desperate for his touch that she would have agreed to nearly anything at that moment. “Please…reward me, master!” she begged, reaching up to pinch her sensitive nipples.

Jabba let out another boisterous chuckle. “As you wish, my schutta. As you wish.”

Using two thumbs again to spread her pussy open, he plunged the tip of his tongue inside her without any preamble. Sabé threw her head back and gasped as the thick appendage forced its way inside her tight, slick cunt. Jabba’s tongue was far thicker than any human man or woman’s; only the wet, slimy tip of it was inside her pussy, and she could already feel herself being spread open by it like she never had been before.

Jabba chuckled in his throat as he began drinking down her flavor directly from the source. His pudgy hands gripped her ass, kneading her cheeks like dough as his tongue began to plunge in and out of her sex. Sabé squealed and her legs spasmed atop the hutt’s bulk as he serviced her. The senator’s decoy reached up to gently pinch her nipples, moaning from the pleasure of the hutt crime lord eating her out like he had done many times already.

The hutt’s massive tongue wriggled against Sabé’s clit and dipped in and out of her pussy with ravenous gusto. He made loud, wet slurping and sucking noises while feasting on her pussy without a care in the world. Though his private chamber was empty aside from the two of them, Sabé suspected that Jabba would be equally bold and shameless in his defiling of her even if there were many others in the chamber as well.

Sabé felt herself approaching climax in mere minutes. Though one might scoff at the notion upon first seeing him, Jabba had proven himself to be very adept at making a woman climax rapidly. Being centuries old and in a position of power had undoubtedly given him ample time to practice his skills. Sabé’s eyes rolled back into her head, her upside down body going slack against Jabba’s girth as she came atop his tongue moments later.

Jabba chuckled as she climaxed atop his tongue like she had many times before, guzzling down her flavorful juices, burrowing his tongue deep inside her to extract as much of the taste as he could. “Mmm…Naboo pussy is simply a treat.”

Sabé barely heard him as she felt as though her nerves were fried from the intensity of her climax. Jabba’s long, thick tail snaked up around her back and pulled her body rightside up. When she was face to face with him again, he licked his lips of her juices, grinning mischievously. The tip of his tail rose up between her lips, dancing over the lips of her soaked pussy.

“Let me give you an even better reward, my dear.”

Sabé’s eyes widened as Jabba’s pudgy hands gripped her bum and pulled her down, impaling her on the first few inches of his tail in one swift move. With how lubricated he was from his deep tongue-fucking, his tail slid inside her easily. She suspected this had been a tried and tested game that Jabba had played with many humanoid females in his time; get them dripping wet with his tongue and exhausted from their orgasm so they can take his tail easily with minimal fuss. She was far from the first woman to end up in this situation, and she would not be the last. But she couldn’t deny how good it felt or how turned on she was.

“Ride my tail, schutta!”

Holding onto Jabba’s bloated form for leverage, the senator’s decoy began to ride his tail enthusiastically. Jabba licked his lips, drooling with delight as he watched her tight pink snatch grip his tail tightly as she raised and lowered herself. His earlier efforts had thoroughly lubricated her with his spit and her juices and they trickled out of her pussy and down his tail as she fucked herself on it. He enjoyed seeing the fruits of his labors as beautiful humanoid women climaxed atop his thick appendage, and though Sabé was no virgin when she came to him, such a monstrous penetration would not be possible without the mercy of his earlier tongue fucking.

Sabé was working up a sweat, her naked body glistening under the dim lighting of Jabba’s private chamber. Jabba’s tail rubbed every conceivable spot of her sex, the tip of his tail even brushing her cervix when she went deep. His appendage easily dwarfed any of the men she had been with, and she couldn’t even take even half of his overall length.

As she slid her juicy sex up and down his tail and pushed herself closer to her second orgasm, Sabé noticed something. Creeping up from a hidden pouch of sorts situated in Jabba’s lower belly, a thick, girthy member was emerging as he grew more and more aroused from the sound of her moans and the sight of her fucking herself on his tail. She could smell its musk, feeling oddly enraptured by the masculine aroma as if it were the most potent of aphrodisiacs.

The discovery of Jabba’s penis had surprised Sabé at first, as it likely had for many humanoid females before her. It put to bed many of the preconceptions that hutts were entirely asexual. More surprising was the fact that Jabba had never once fucked her with it in the time she had been in his service. He seemed to derive some sort of satisfaction in making her cum with his tongue and tail - an ego boost perhaps. But he had deliberately withheld himself from fucking her with it and taking pleasure for himself, and she couldn’t help but wonder why.

Though she knew she was playing with fire, Sabé’s curiosity got the better of her. As Jabba’s tail slid in and out of her pussy with wet schlicking sounds, Sabé reached one of her hands back behind her, subtly inching toward it.

“Oh no no, my dear. Don’t even think about it. That is not for you.”

Sabé immediately pulled her hand back, not wanting to push her luck and draw the hutt’s ire. She had to remind herself that she had a job to do here for Padmé. Still, she couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of disappointment and rejection and being denied his cock. If she was apparently not worthy of it, then what woman was?

“Forgive me, Master Jabba. I should not have overstepped.”

He let out a throaty chuckle as she continued fucking herself on his tail. “You are forgiven. It pleases me that you are so eager, but only a select few may have the privilege of that part of me. But I am not cruel to those who please me. You may keep fucking yourself on my tail until you climax.”

This was a command that Sabé could eagerly obey. She was getting very close already. Sabé reached a finger down and began rubbing her sensitive clit as Jabba’s tail spread her open, gliding in and out of her pussy over and over again. Her back arched and she let out cries that rang through the room as Jabba’s tail lifted her up, impaling her pussy as deeply as it could reach.

Sabé cried out as an orgasm even more intense than the first came exploding out of her as her whole lithe body was suspended on the hutt’s tail. Juices dripped out of the tight seal of her sex and down the length of the hutt’s green tail. She imagined the hutt’s cock fucking her and emptying his seed inside her, and the thought only intensified her pleasure. She nearly lost control of her body, but Jabba mercifully caught her before she could tumble off him, his pudgy hands keeping her pressed against his bulk while her juices coated his tail.

Sabé’s chest rose and fell with deep breaths as she recovered from her intense orgasm, her juices trickling down the hutt’s long tail still embedded inside her snatch. Her hair was ragged and unkempt from the prior tail-fucking, clinging to her sweaty skin as she rested her back against the hutt’s giant grotesque body as if he was a massive pillow.

There was a long silence between them, as Jabba idly tweaked one of the former royal decoy’s sensitive pink nipples. “Tell me more about Senator Amidala.”

Sabé hummed, rubbing her belly. Part of her felt a brief tinge of jealousy that the crime lord was thinking about Padmé with her own naked body propped against his, but she dismissed such concerns a moment later. She knew that Padmé was always the chief prize in this equation, and she could hardly blame him. This was Sabé’s lot in life, to play second fiddle to another woman, and she had accepted it long ago. Just a couple inches below, the hutt’s tail was still resting inside her deepest place. “Mm…what would you like to know?”

One of the hutt’s fingers dipped into her tail-filled pussy, slithering in her clear juice and playing with it between his fingers. “What does she taste like?”

Sabé blushed at the inquiry, not at all expecting it. “And what makes you think I would know something like that, master?”

Jabba chuckled, tweaking her chin. “Don’t play coy, my schutta. You already told me that the young queen of Naboo was…quite close with you and the other handmaidens. Just how close were you? Tell me.”

Sabé smiled wistfully. “It’s true. Padmé and I were very close. I helped her explore her body in private time and again in the Theed royal bathhouse. And…yes, she tasted amazing, master Jabba. I even once spread her legs open and tasted her sex atop the royal dining table when nobody else in the palace was present.”

Jabba grinned, licking his massive chops upon hearing this. “It pleases me to hear this, my dear. The thought of you and your former mistress pleasuring each other is an enticing thought. I am looking forward to tasting Senator Amidala myself. And perhaps more.”

Sabé blushed. “So…you really intend to…”

“I do,” Jabba said with smug confidence. “Your senator is desperate, and I have something she needs to counter the Trade Federation. From what you’ve told me, she is a pragmatic woman. I do not think it will take much convincing, but I will still need your help. Can I count on you, my dear?”

Sabé was silent for several moments. Could she really assist the hutt crime lord in the seduction and defilement of her best friend? Padmé did have much to gain from this alliance, even if they did not want the rest of the senate to know about it. After the terrible crimes Nute Gunray had committed against their planet, Sabé wanted the viceroy punished for all he’d done, and she knew Padmé felt the same. It was a sacrifice Sabé had been willing to make for all they had to gain, and she could certainly convince Padmé of this as well.

And the pleasure that came with it was certainly an enticing incentive.

Sabé smiled and nodded at Jabba. “I will help you, master.”

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Padmé twiddled her thumbs nervously as the massive gate of the palace creaked open before her. The twin suns of Tatooine beat down on her, not helped in the least by the black dress she wore. At Sabé’s suggestion, Padmé had dressed to impress for this first meeting with Jabba the Hutt, wearing a stunning black dress that accentuated her features quite well. This was not much of an issue for her; as queen, she understood the necessity of showing off her looks to get what she needed. Still, she was paying for the color choice of the dress thanks to Tatooine’s mercilessly hot sunlight.

As the gate creaked open, Padmé’s hand went to a small concealed blaster strapped to her thigh. She had not come without an escort; the fewer people who knew about her meeting with Jabba, the better. But she had no illusions about what kind of being Jabba was - a ruthless crime lord. And even if she was going in alone, she would be foolish to venture into such a hive of villainy unarmed, even with Sabé’s help on the inside.

When the gate opened, Padmé let out a sigh of relief when she saw a familiar, welcoming face waiting for her. Sabé approached her with a smile, her best friend and decoy embracing her in a warm hug.

“Padmé, welcome! I’m so glad you’re here.” She pulled back, cupping Padmé’s cheeks endearingly. Her eyes scanned over Padmé’s form. “You look stunning in this dress, my queen,” Sabé said with a wink.

Padmé blushed and likewise took in Sabé’s appearance. Sabé was wearing something even more revealing than she was - a sheer loincloth and a finely ornamented brassiere. “You look…wow. You’re gorgeous too, Sabé. But…is Jabba forcing you to wear this?!”

Sabé shook her head, waving her head. “It’s nothing. Jabba the Hutt simply appreciates a woman’s natural beauty. I am unbothered by it. And after all, I did sign up here to be a dancing girl, did I not?”

Padmé nodded. “I suppose so. It just…surprised me, seeing you like this.”

Sabé smirked. “It only surprised you? Nothing else? Well, I’ll have to try much harder to get a reaction out of you then, my queen.”

Padmé blushed bright red, remembering her past trysts with Sabé all those years ago. “Sabé…”

Sabé chuckled. “I’m just joking, Padmé. Trying to take some of the edge off.”

Padmé shook her head. “Of course…sorry.” Padmé laughed. “I suppose it’s not hard to tell how on edge I am, no?”

Sabé smiled. “It’ll all be fine. You are a very good negotiator. With the life you’ve led, you needed to be. And I don’t think you have much to fear. Jabba has been…quite reasonable and fair in his dealings with me thus far.”

Padmé raised her brow. “Has he? That is quite surprising considering his reputation.”

“He has engaged in many dubious affairs, I won’t deny it,” Sabé said. “But he has also proven himself to be generous and fair to his friends and associates. Especially if they have something he wants.”

Padmé crossed her arms. “And you believe I have something he wants, in exchange for his support against the Trade Federation?”

“Perhaps,” Sabé said with a smile. “If you’re willing to give it to him. Stopping Nute Gunray and the Trade Federation is what is most important here, is it not? I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make that happen. Are you?”

Padmé thought on this for several moments before nodding resolutely. “Yes. Gunray needs to face justice for all he’s done.”

Sabé nodded in agreement. “Well, shall we head inside then and I can introduce you?”

Padmé nodded as Sabé led her through the gate. As they passed through, two corpulent green figures in armor and brandishing axes ogled them. Seeing that Padmé looked unsettled by the Gamorrean guards, Sabé put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Don’t mind them. They won’t do anything.”

Sabé led Padmé through the dark, foreboding corridors of the palace before they finally arrived at Jabba's dimly-lit audience chamber. At the base of the stairway, a tall, pale-skinned twi’lek male with red eyes and sharp teeth was there to meet them.

“Welcome, Senator Amidala. Lord Jabba and I are honored to have you here. I am Bib Fortuna, Jabba’s majordomo.”

Padmé nodded and bowed courteously. “I’m honored.”

Bib gave her a disconcerting smile. “Carla here has told us all about you. Jabba is quite anxious to meet you.”

The use of Sabé’s dancer name took her aback for the briefest of moments, before she quickly smiled and nodded. Of course he and Jabba had deduced Sabé’s actual identity by now, but “Carla” was likely the name they had grown used to calling her. “I am quite eager to meet Jabba as well. He and I have much to discuss.”

“Indeed. Follow me, if you please, Senator.”

Padmé nodded and Bib led her and Sabé into the audience chamber. The chamber appeared to have been cleared out of any lingering cohorts or palace inhabitants, which Padmé was thankful for since she preferred privacy for the discussion she intended to have with Jabba.

Bib led them into the center of the chamber and there, sitting atop his dais, was Jabba the Hutt. The corpulent crime lord smiled, his orange eyes fixed keenly on Padmé as she and her loyal decoy approached. His tail swayed idly back and forth along the edge of his platform as he observed his new visitor with keen curiosity.

Padmé had never seen a hutt up close; her duties as queen and then as senator had thus far not necessitated a trip to Nal Hutta or anywhere else in Hutt space. She had only seen Jabba from a distance during the Boonta Eve pod race that Anakin had won. But Jabba’s reputation preceded him, and she had heard a great deal about his mannerisms and his gluttonous appearance. Still, even that couldn’t fully prepare her for seeing him in person. He was quite fittingly enormous, his green and tan slug-like bulk easily filling the entire platform he lounged on. And though his weight and size likely made him slow, it was still difficult not to be intimidated by his presence, especially with the cunning gaze he had fixed her with.

She immediately felt very vulnerable in the rather revealing black dress and corset that she was sporting. Padmé had felt it prudent to look easy on the eyes when meeting with the crime lord; it was not as if accentuating her natural features could hurt her negotiations, after all. But now she was starting to regret this decision the moment Jabba licked his lips and flashed a disconcerted smile down at her.

“Master…Senator Amidala of the Republic,” Bib introduced her, bowing to his master before ascending the dais to stand alongside him.

Jabba nodded his massive head back to her, still smiling. “Welcome to Tatooine, Senator. Though I understand that it is not your first time here.”

Padmé smiled diplomatically. “You have good sources, Lord Jabba.”

He chuckled, a booming laugh that echoed throughout the cavernous audience chamber. “I would not have lasted as long as I have if I didn’t.”

Padmé nodded. “Then you will know that like the last time I was on Tatooine, the Trade Federation is why I’ve found myself here once again.”

“Mm. Yes, it would seem that Viceroy Gunray was recently acquitted in his fourth trial in the Republic courts. Shame. Such a shame indeed. After what he did to your planet, it is certainly an injustice.”

Padmé knew that he was telling her what she wanted to hear. He likely did not personally care about the plight of Naboo, nor did she really expect him to. Still, their meeting was heading in the direction she wanted it to thus far. “Then you know what I want?”

“You want Viceroy Gunray brought to justice. Though I am curious as to what manner of justice you have in mind? Assassination?”

Padmé took a deep breath, looking at Sabé who nodded at her reassuringly. “No. He recently made such an attempt on my life, but I will not stoop to his level by ordering his killing, as much as I would like to. I need to be better than that, especially in my new position.”

Jabba hummed with amusement. “You have admirable restraint, Senator. More restraint than I possess. Well then, name your request.”

“I want your contacts and spies to investigate Nute Gunray’s activities. If he starts moving considerable amounts of funds, I want to know what he’s using them for. If he has meetings, I want to know who with. And most importantly, if there is an unusual increase in droid production within the Trade Federation, I want to know about it. And I want proof.”

“You ask a great deal, Senator. I occasionally do business with the Trade Federation. They have a great deal of resources, and I have no wish to make an enemy of them were my activities to be discovered. And as I assume you have not informed the Republic of your meeting with me, I will also assume that I have no guarantee of Republic support in the event that the Trade Federation were to retaliate against me.”

Padmé frowned, trying to keep her fear and disappointment in check. “I understand. But…this is very personal to me, Lord Jabba. And…” she took a long sigh before continuing. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes to see this through.”

She knew this was the worst possible negotiation tactic. She was laying her cards on the table and showing her hand to the hutt, exposing how desperate she was. Though truthfully, she was that desperate. The Republic had shown that it would not punish Gunray severely enough, at least not in time to stop him from taking another swipe at either herself or her homeworld. Sabé was right; she needed to be willing to do whatever it took to get justice for herself and Naboo.

He let out a throaty sound akin to a purr in his throat. “Indeed? Whatever it takes?”

Padmé was not at all happy by the hungry, leering look Jabba was giving her. “Yes. I have personal discretionary funds that I can-

“I have no interest in Republic credits,” Jabba interrupted her, shaking his head.

Padmé rubbed her arm. “What…do you want then?”

He licked his chops. “Hohohoho, I think you know already, Senator. Might I say…you are quite a beautiful female. Exquisite, in fact.”

Padmé gaped, finally realizing what the hutt crime lord was getting at. “S- surely you don’t mean…?”

“Yes,” Jabba answered plainly, boldly. “You did say you would be willing to do anything to get justice, did you not?”

Padmé nearly felt sick. “Yes…but this is…”

“This is my price. Without my intel, you may not survive the viceroy’s next attempt on your life.”

She knew he had her cornered, and she had little choice but to accept his deal. Either that or take her chances, like he said. But he was right; she’d gotten lucky once, but that might not be the case next time. Still, the thought of what he wanted her to do had her head spinning. Could she really whore herself out to a hutt? How would such a thing even work?!

But this was exactly what she and Sabé had talked about. Everything could be sacrificed for something this important to her. Even her pride and her virtue. Naboo was more important than that.

Before she could stop herself or rethink what she was about to say, she cleared her throat and said, “If I do this…you will fulfill my requests as I stated?”

“You have my word.”

The word of a crime lord, Padmé thought skeptically.

“And do not fear, Senator. I will be quite gentle with your beautiful body. And you will enjoy it, I can assure you.”

Padmé seriously doubted that. Even just the thought of fornicating with such a physically disgusting creature made her stomach turn. She turned to Sabé beside her, who interestingly did not appear to be as perturbed as she felt. “Sabé?”

Sabé smiled, reaching out and taking Padmé’s hand. “I’m with you no matter what you choose, my queen.”

Her response surprised her. How could she not be repulsed by what she was considering? Still, Sabé’s unflinching support of her gave her the strength she needed to persevere, as it always did. She smiled at her loyal decoy, nodding.

She turned back to Jabba. “Very well. I accept. On one condition: I want this private. Nobody else outside of your palace staff knows about this. Aside from Sabé, of course.”

Jabba nodded, gleefully grinning at her acceptance. “Of course. Why would I wish to share a former queen of Naboo with anyone else?” He chuckled. Jabba turned to Bib. “Majordomo, leave us. Ensure that we are not disturbed.”

Bib bowed and hurried out of the chamber, leaving Padmé and Sabé alone with him. His gaze was fixed on Padmé with a primal look in his eyes. “Why don’t you join me on the dais, Senator?”

Padmé took a deep breath to calm her nerves. Part of her was still in disbelief that she was really doing this. She stepped up to Jabba’s platform and ascended it until she was standing less than a foot away from him. From here, the sheer size difference between her and the massive hutt could not be clearer, his rotund form towering over her. She fought back her revulsion as she rubbed her hands together, unsure how to proceed.

Jabba took the choice out of her hands. His large tail snaked around behind her back and pulled her closer to him. She gasped as she was yanked rather abruptly toward him, her hands catching herself against his large, slimy body at the last second before she could slip and fall off the dais. His tail pulled her further up so that she was within reach, one of his pudgy hands reaching around to give an ample squeeze of her ass. He intoned a pleased sound in his throat when he got a good feel of her luscious body.

“Mmm, your body is perfection, Senator Amidala. I could not wait to get my hands on it, ever since I saw you enter my chamber in this dress.” Jabba certainly was loquacious, and didn’t lack confidence. She supposed that centuries of power and wealth had made him this way.

Padmé said nothing, allowing the hutt’s greedy eager, hands to explore her body. It was what she had agreed to, after all. When his hands came to her cleavage beneath the hemline of her black corset, his fingers lingered there, tracing along the sleek black silk for several moments as he licked his lips, savoring the moment before his conquest.

Without warning, Padmé grimaced as Jabba gave a downward tug of her black corset, causing her breasts to slip out. Jabba could not contain his delight at seeing her ample, pert breasts and delicate pink nipples from being revealed to his gaze. To her shock, her nipples were growing hard. From the fear perhaps? It could not possibly be arousal, could it? He let out a pleased rumble, his fat fingers wasting no time in reaching up and tweaking one of her hardening pink nipples the moment they came into view.

Padmé gasped as he pinched her. It did not hurt. At least, not overly so. It was a good kind of pain. Though she’d never admit this to someone like him. She was doing what she had to do, for the sake of undermining the Trade Federation. Enjoyment was not a factor in this whatsoever. Still, she was happy he was not indulging in causing her pain. That would make this whole affair far worse.

His fingers pulled away from her breasts suddenly. He reached around behind her to pull her ever closer up toward him, toward his mouth. His mouth was so large he could probably eat her if he wanted to, the thought making her gulp and her blood run cold with dread. Instead, when her tits were close enough, he opened his maw, his large tongue flicking out to swirl around her breasts. In short order, her breasts were thoroughly coated in his slime and warm, thick saliva.

The tip of Jabba’s thick tongue flicked her hard pink nipples. Padmé let out a soft moan that she did not intend to let out. She was almost appalled with herself that she was even capable of letting out such a noise from the repugnant crime lord’s efforts. He could not possibly know that her nipples had always been very sensitive; a weakness that Sabé had exploited in the past during their time together.

Padmé’s eyes widened when the hutt lifted up her black gown, his pudgy pointer finger slipping between her legs and finding her panties. His licking of her nipples never ceased and the hutt’s finger glided back and forth over her panty-covered slit. To her shame and amazement, she felt herself growing moist beneath her undergarments, the thin material getting stained with her juices as his finger rubbed back and forth.

Padmé let out a soft whimper, turning her brunette head away from him to hide her shame. Try as she might to deny it, the hutt’s aptitude for multitasking with his fingers and his tongue was having an effect. Bloated and physically repulsive as he may have been, he knew how to touch and stimulate a woman, she had to admit.

Jabba let out a chortling chuckle in response. “Are you having fun, my pretty little Senator?”

Padmé began to whine, her legs shaking beneath her black dress, her nipples practically hard as diamonds by now. The worst part was, she was beginning to hate the teasing strokes over her covered pussy, anxiously waiting for him to pull her panties aside and make direct content with her pussy.

“I’m…h- holding up my end of the bargain,” Padmé murmured, biting her lip. Jabba’s other hand gave her plush bum a squeeze, keeping her pressed against him while his other finger played with her covered pussy.

Jabba grinned wryly. “That is not what I asked.” He leaned his head forward and suctioned his massive lips onto one of her breasts, pulling away with a soft pop, leaving her tender pink nipple hard and soaked with his slime. “You are young. Eighteen, yes? Are you also a virgin?”

Padmé’s eyes widened at the query, unsure of how she should answer. “I…”

“Answer truthfully. You would not want to lie to your new business partner, would you?”

Padmé chewed her lip before answering. “I…no longer have my maidenhood. But I’ve not had a man inside me before.”

Jabba smiled gleefully at this revelation. He looked down from the dias at Sabé, acknowledging her presence for the first time since he’d gotten his hands on Padmé. “Let me guess. Your doing, Sabé?”

Sabé let out a breathy sigh, and Padmé didn’t have to look over her shoulder at her decoy to know that she was likely aroused by what she was watching. Padmé did not know what to think of this. Perhaps she would feel the same if she was in her shoes. But could she really be aroused by the sight of Padmé at the hutt’s mercy?

“Perhaps,” Sabé answered cheekily.

Jabba said nothing more. His finger ceased rubbing along her slit, his fat thumb and forefinger suddenly gripping the thin gusset of her panties. He began to pull insistently, causing Padmé to glare down at him.

“What do you think you’re do-

Padmé’s protests were cut off as she heard the sound of cloth tearing. A moment later, she saw her torn panties fall to the palace floor. Jabba chuckled behind her. “You won’t be needing those anymore, Senator.”

Her eyes widened as she felt the hutt’s pudgy hands on each of her thighs. He gave a push, spreading her legs open and upending her body slightly. Though she could not see from this angle, she knew that her virgin pussy was on display right in front of his face. She heard him lick his chops from what he saw, his great gullet rumbling with delight. Her eyes shot open when she felt one of his thick, pudgy fingers push into her cunt without any further preamble.

“Ho ho ho, such a tight little Naboo pussy,” Jabba chuckled. He gently delved his finger past her pink lips, testing her elasticity. His thumb rubbed teasingly over her small, trimmed patch of downy brown pubic hair above her mons. Unlike Sabé who had shaved herself completely, Padmé was a bit more natural down below, given that she had not thought that she would ever be in this sort of state with the hutt crime lord. If anything, this only seemed to inflame Jabba’s lust for her even more, delighting in the small fuzz of hair above her sex.

He delved his finger deeper into her up to his knuckle. Padmé gasped as just one of the hutt’s fingers was bigger than she’d ever been used to. The former queen’s legs shook as his fat finger wetly pushed in and out of her tight pussy, a slurping sound being emitted with every intake of his digit inside her.

All at once, Jabba extracted his pudgy pointer finger from her sex, a strand of her clear juice making a sticky cobweb when he pulled his finger away. The massive hutt spun Padmé around so that she had her back pressed against his great belly, facing toward Sabé. He looked toward Sabé, nodding to her.

“Join us. It’s time the queen and the royal decoy got properly reacquainted.”

What was he talking about? She was not left wondering for long. With one hand gripping her bum, the other hands insistently spread Padmé’s legs open in Sabé’s direction. Jabba gave another strong tug, and Padmé gasped as she heard an audible ripping sound, the lower half of her black gown coming apart as Jabba tore it off her.

Now naked from the waist down, her pink sex was open and exposed for her best friend and one-time lover. Sabé licked her lips, looking lustfully at Padmé as she ascended the dais. Seeing Sabé looking at her so hungrily like this in her erotic dancer attire made Padmé grow even more moist than she strangely already had been. Sabé got down on her knees in front of Padmé, looking up at her.

“Sabé?” Padmé asked innocently, a nervous quiver in her voice.

Sabé smirked up at her. “Don’t tell me you don’t still think about it,” Sabé cooed. She turned her gaze down to Padmé’s pussy, running two of her fingers over Padmé’s labia, causing her to let out a soft moan. Sabé had always known just how to touch her in all the right ways, and she clearly hadn’t lost her touch. “Such a pretty little thing. I’ve missed it.”

Her decoy and best friend’s head descended between Padmé’s legs. A moment later, her eyes widened and she threw her head back as she felt Sabé spread her open with two fingers and dip her tongue inside her honeypot.

Sabé kept her hands on Padmé’s smooth inner thighs, keeping her nicely spread open with Jabba’s help as her head bobbed back and forth between her legs. Padmé’s gasps and soft moans filled the audience chamber as Sabé skillfully ate her out. Sabé had always been highly skilled with her tongue, having been her proverbial sex teacher a few years earlier. Sabé demonstrated that skill by flicking her tongue against Padmé’s clit several times before dipping her tongue in and out of her pussy. Padmé’s legs spasmed from the treatment and Jabba chuckled as he watched his favorite new dancer pleasure the beautiful senator.

Watching the sapphic show from above was beginning to have another effect on Jabba. Padmé was so enthralled by Sabé’s oral treatment that she did not take notice of Jabba’s cock rising up from a hidden pouch below his belly. Sabé ceased swirling her tongue around Padmé’s sweet sex when she noticed Jabba’s throbbing green member growing more and more erect inches from her face. She looked up past Padmé and winked at Jabba.

“Go on, my lovely schutta. Get me ready for your Senator, with your mouth. You’ve been patient, and deserve your reward, Sabé.”

Padmé opened her eyes and was shocked at what she saw rising up below her. Jabba’s cock was like a towering green pillar. A fat, plump head nearly the size of a fist, leaking out thick globs of precum. The thing appeared to be two feet long, and it got thicker the further down it went, covered in what appeared to be small bulges and bumps, and it was as slimy as the rest of him. Like many women before him had mistakenly assumed, Padmé was shocked to find out that he even had a penis, let alone one as monstrous looking and large as this.

Sabé had moved from Padmé’s pussy to Jabba’s cock, lavishing it with her tongue as if she were dying of thirst and his member was the only thing that could sate her. Padmé half expected her friend to be repulsed by the idea of fellating the hutt’s monstrous, alien meat, but she did not appear to be in the slightest. Even the crime lord’s musk seemed to make her downright euphoric, humming and moaning in her throat as she swallowed the fat head of Jabba’s green cock, her cheeks bulging just from taking the fat head alone into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head of Jabba’s cock as he let out a guttural moan from her efforts. Sabé’s mouth descended and Padmé’s eyes widened as she watched the decoy’s throat bulge obscenely before Sabé started to gag and had to pull back, reaching her limits very quickly with a cock as large as Jabba the Hutt’s.

After a few moments, Sabé pulled her mouth off of Jabba’s member with a soft pop. After catching her breath, she returned to Padmé’s pussy, diving in and not holding back this time. Her tongue began to dive in and out of Padmé’s dripping sex as she whimpered and her entire body grew warm and flushed from the sheer debauchery she was being subjected to by both Sabé and Jabba. Though she still had her reservations, Padmé found herself approaching climax very quickly, largely thanks to Sabé currently suctioning her lips onto her love button, but also admittedly from the sight of watching her attempt to tame the hutt’s massive penis.

Just as Padmé was on the verge of an orgasm, Sabé pulled her tongue from Padmé’s sopping wet snatch. The royal decoy looked up at Jabba, quickly nodding at him.

What happened next was such a quick, deft maneuver that Padmé was wholly unprepared for it. Sabé gripped hold of Jabba’s bumpy, oversized green cock and lined it up while simultaneously Jabba’s pudgy hands gripped Padmé thighs and pulled her down with a swift tug. Jabba’s fat, plump cockhead, thoroughly crowned with globs of his precum lubrication, found her tight little sex hole and pushed its way inside her with surprisingly minimal resistance thanks to Sabé lining him up with her pussy precisely as he pushed her down.

All at once, the climax that Sabé’s expert tonguework had primed her up for came exploding out of her. What Sabé’s lips and tongue started, Jabba’s colossal prick finished with a single plunge inside her tight pussy. If she had still counted as a virgin before, she certainly no longer was one anymore as her first cock - a hutt’s fat bloated, cock - forcefully pulled one of the strongest orgasms she’d ever had out of her body. She threw her head back and squealed as her pussy drenched the green bloated intruder in her juices as it filled her sex and stretched her open.

“Such tight royal Naboo pussy,” Jabba moaned with delight, reaching around to amorously grope her breasts and pinch her nipples. “Now…time for you to earn my services.”

Padmé, still in the afterglow of her orgasm, could not even respond as Jabba gripped her slender waist and began raising and lowering her tight pussy up and down his massive green pillar. “Oh F- force!” Padmé moaned as she felt each of those bumps and nubs lining his bloated cock rubbing against her inner walls. With every little shift and thrust, he managed to fit more of his immense size inside her tight, clenching orifice until his fat cockhead was pushing against her too-small cervix. There was still well over a foot of hutt cock resting outside of her by the time he was pushing against the tight entrance to her womb, but there was no conceivable way of him fitting anymore of himself inside her.

Content to simply work with what he’d already managed to push inside her, Jabba withdrew from her tight pussy inch by inch, his nubs hitting all her pleasure points and raking her cervix as he drew out of her. When only the head remained, he pushed his way back in, yanking her body back down until he hilted himself as fully as he could inside her once again, spewing out dollops of thick precum inside her and soaking her tight cervical opening with it. At the end of each stroke, Padmé’s belly even bulged slightly from having such an oversized hutt cock crammed inside her sex, her comparatively smaller body not technically built for his species.

Sabé’s fingers played with her own pussy while she watched the hedonistic interspecies mating unfold before her eyes. Seeing beautiful Padmé in all her glory being impaled atop Jabba’s monolithic member was the most arousing thing she’d ever seen. She was beginning to understand why some of Jabba’s dancers and slave girls actually ended up succumbing and genuinely loving the hutt’s affections. And judging from the rapidly-evolving mixture of emotions on Padmé’s face, she could tell she was slowly coming around too, especially thanks to that first orgasm atop his cock. The looks of disgust and revulsion had quickly morphed into scrunched-up expressions of pleasure.

While bouncing Padmé’s sweaty, glistening body up and down his cock, Jabba paused for a moment to address Sabé directly. “That will be all for now. You may return to your quarters. Senator Amidala and I are going to be here for a while. I’ll have need of you again later, my lovely,” Jabba said.

Sabé frowned, a bit disappointed, jealous and hurt that she was being dismissed. Still, having firsthand experience with Padmé herself, she couldn’t exactly blame him for wanting to have a bit of alone time with her. She was the ultimate prize, after all. Sabé reluctantly nodded and bowed. Padmé was so lust-addled by now, her body bobbing up and down on the hutt’s glistening gargantuan shaft, that she didn’t even notice Sabé’s departure. As Sabé departed from the chamber, she heard Padmé’s lustful cries echo through the empty audience chamber, feeling envious that she was getting something that Sabé wouldn’t ever get.

Eventually Padmé’s decoy found her way to her small, modest little alcove where the other members of Jabba’s harem resided. Two beautiful, nearly-naked twi’lek slaves were spooned together and they smiled and nodded at her when she passed them.

“Carla!” Bib called out to Sabé from the other end of the corridor using her assumed dancer name. “Come here!”

Sabé snapped at attention as Jabba’s majordomo beckoned to her. She walked past the other dancers and stood in front of Bib Fortuna, her hands folded in front of her. Jabba’s protocol and medical droid, ED-17, was standing alongside the twi’lek. The silver droid cocked its head at her curiously, its orange opticals unblinking.

Bib Fortuna began to speak to Sabé. “Master Jabba would like to thank you for your efforts today. Your presence made Senator Amidala more amenable. He wishes you to participate in future sessions with your mistress.”

Sabé gulped, nodding. She thought back to what she had witnessed between Padmé and the hutt crime lord. Though part of her wanted to be repulsed by the act, all she could do was become aroused at the fact that she had participated in her former queen’s defloration at Jabba’s hands (or rather, his cock). She knew deep down that it wasn’t right, but she could not help the thrill of the salacious sight of seeing Padmé’s tight pussy getting penetrated by such a gargantuan cock.

“Furthermore,” Bib continued. “He wishes you and your mistress to participate in an event of sorts.”

“An event?” Sabé asked, intrigued. “What kind of event?”

“A public dance, for his most loyal compatriots and business associates.”

Sabé blinked. “That is not what Pad- err Senator Amidala agreed to. She does not wish to be recognized, and would prefer her dealings with Master Jabba be kept private.”

“Bah. Don’t trouble yourself with it. Master Jabba and I already have a plan to mask you both.”

“Well…very well then,” Sabé replied with a nod. A dance…with Padmé? Sabé rather liked the idea, provided of course this attempt to disguise their identities during the dance was indeed a convincing one.

“Excellent,” Bib said, pointing back at the harem quarters. “You may return to your quarters until Master Jabba has need of you again.”

“Oh, of course,” Sabé said hesitantly, looking back and forth between Bib and the droid. “But…what about Padmé?”

Bib waved his hand and a mischievous grind and ED-17 answered for him. “Your mistress is still engaged in intercourse with Master Jabba. He will be indisposed for the rest of the night and has no wish to be disturbed.”

All night? Oh Force, Sabé thought. She chewed her lip at the thought of Padmé’s womb being awash with the hutt’s thick, vile seed. She found herself growing moist from the sheer debauchery of Padmé getting fucked all night long by the crime lord. He had been holding himself back for Padmé, by his own admission, and Sabé could not exactly blame him. Her former queen was beautiful, and she could hardly keep her hands off her either. Still, she hoped Padmé would be able to handle herself on her own for that long.

“Very well,” Sabé said, bowing to both the majordomo and the droid.

As she was about to leave, Bib and the droid stopped her. “Wait a moment.” Bib walked up to her and handed her a vile of green liquid. “When you see your mistress in the morning, please convince her to drink all the contents of this vial.”

Sabé looked at the contents of the vial skeptically. “What is it?”

Bib smiled, showing his disconcerting set of sharp teeth to her, and ED-17 continued. “A potent black market fertility concoction. Master Jabba wishes to impregnate Senator Amidala.”

Sabé paled at what she’d just heard. “I- impregnate?!”

“Correct,” ED-17 said. “Master Jabba’s sperm is quite potent with humanoid females. Combined with the concoction, Senator Amidala will have a very high probability of being impregnated by him,” the droid stated plainly.

Sabé tried to process this, as she observed the vial in her hand. Jabba had not told her he wanted to impregnate her best friend, but she could not say she was entirely surprised. It would be the ultimate prize for him. And she had helped Jabba to do it.

Padmé would not be happy about this one bit. But they had gone all-in on doing whatever it took to bring down Gunray. They could not turn back now. She only prayed it would all be worth it.

+++

Back in Jabba’s personal chamber, Padmé was beginning to both regret and feel thankful for every choice that had led her to this moment. She had vastly underestimated the hutt’s stamina, wrongfully assuming that his lack of intercourse would make him pop off quickly. Instead, he was taking his sweet time fucking her, and he didn’t seem to tire out or show any sign of finishing prematurely.

Jabba’s pudgy hands were gripping each of her pert asscheeks, one in each hand. He used this leverage to guide her comparatively smaller body up and down his gargantuan prick. His unnatural flow of precum had slickened her tight virgin passage, making it easy to slide in and out of her despite his size compared to hers.

Padmé was panting with ragged breaths, holding on for dear life to the only thing she could - Jabba’s own flabby bulk. In this position, sprawled atop him with legs spread, Padmé was not in much position to do anything but lie there and allow her sex hole to be filled with Jabba’s slimy girth again and again. She felt packed full of the hutt’s monstrous member, it was a wonder her tight human pussy was capable of holding it.

And yet despite how sore she was from her earlier deflowering, the experience was not as unbearable as she was anticipating. Her vaginal orifice was so slick with his abundant precum and her natural lubrication that his oversized cock was pushing a steady rhythm in and out of her.

Padmé looked down with disbelief at their point of union, watching the hutt’s monstrous, bumpy girth entering and exiting her sex, her pink lips stretched tightly around him. His pudgy hands gripped her bum, hoisting her hips up and down to dip his fat green prick in and out of her at a steady rhythm. She wanted to be repulsed by what was happening, but the sheer brazen boldness of the way in which Jabba lifted her smaller body up and down his engorged penis as if she were a cocksleeve only aroused her rather than disgusted her. Her juices were dripping out of her cunt, flowing freely down his bumpy shaft and down to his tail.

Jabba gave her a gleeful smile at the intense mixture of emotions playing across her face.

“Wait…slow down! I’m about to…”

Jabba merely laughed and dug his fingers into her plush ass, increasing his pace and lifting her up and down his cock even faster. The bumps and nubs lining his girth rubbed her sensitive clit each time they slipped inside her, propelling her ever closer to climax. Every rational thought in her brain was telling her to be disgusted and repulsed by what was happening to her. All five of her senses should have been rejecting this. And yet, the pure primal nature in which her body was used for the hutt’s pleasure only heightened hers. And his cock, as grotesque as it was, was touching every conceivable pleasure point inside her with its bumps and nubs.

Padmé shuddered against Jabba’s slimy body, holding on for dear life as the biggest orgasm of her life up to that point came pouring out of her. “Oh!” she cried out, her whole body spasming and shuddering.

She screamed her bliss into the empty chamber as one of his cock nubs rubbed her clit and brought about her climax. Jabba chuckled his delight as the once-virgin senator orgasmed atop his long, bloated cock. It was the ultimate boost to his ego. He relished the sensation of her tight, silky sheath milking his towering green spire pushing in and out of her.

Jabba had not fucked a woman with his cock in a long time. He tail-fucked many of his dancers and slaves on a regular basis, but this was a delightful activity he saved only for a select few chosen females. And he was very patient and was content to wait many months, sometimes years until he found the right one. It made each conquest all the sweeter when he finally sank his oversized cock inside each special female.

Senator Amidala was proving to be an absolute treat. He had always wanted to deflower a young, beautiful royal female with his cock, and she did not disappoint in this regard. He didn’t know if he’d ever felt anything so tight wrapped around his cock. And as much as she put on a good show of being disgusted by him at first, it did not take her long to start mewling with pleasure, even bouncing atop him and meeting his thrusts of her own accord. Her body was very sensitive and she was quick to climax, as she had already demonstrated three times within a short period.

But now it was nearly his own turn. He had been patient, letting her body grow addicted to his from several orgasms atop his cock. And how his inhuman patience was about to be rewarded. He flagged his tongue with delight, his drool dripping onto her naked, sweaty back from the salacious thought of the young, pretty senator’s belly swelling with his spawn. This was his goal, and he was certain he would reach it by the time their dealings were concluded. Especially given the sheer amount of seed that he had been building up and saving for her, ready to bloat her womb.

By now, he had flipped Padmé over so that she was prone atop his fat torso, her ass facing in his direction as her pussy slid up and down his grotesque, lubricated pole. Padmé’s brunette hair which had been tied back into a long braid was now being used as a rein by the hutt, his pudgy hand tangled in her braid and tugging her moaning head back while his cock brutally pummeled in and out of her as he urged her to ride him faster, harder.

Jabba’s hands gripped her slender waist from behind, holding her steady for a moment.

“Get ready, Senator. It’s been a long time since a female has taken my seed. And I have a lot saved up for you,” he chuckled.

Padmé’s eyes widened at this, but before she could respond she squealed as the hutt pulled her back by her hair while at this same time, his other hand gripped her by her bum, impaling her pussy as fully onto his monster cock as he could. She heard Jabba let out a choking, strangled gasp behind her. A moment later, she could actually feel his already bloated cock swelling even thicker inside her tight sex. He mashed his fat green cockhead right up against her cervix as the pulsing sensation ran along the length of his cock right up to the fat cockhead, the deluge of seed rushing up his shaft.

The pearl-sized piss slit of his fat green cock yawned open and a tidal wave of unnaturally thick, sticky hutt semen burst out of his cock, spurting against her cervix and drenching her small human womb within mere seconds. Jabba groaned and gasped above her as the long marinating buildup of months of cum came rushing out of him, her once-virgin womb taking the full salvo of it. Gush after monstrous gush of his cum spurted inside her with every pulse of his cock, and the gushy sensation inside her triggered yet another climax within her by force alone.

As she saw stars amid her first insemination-induced climax, she looked down and could scarcely believe that her flat belly was actually starting to round slightly from the amount of molten hot hutt cum he was ejaculating inside her. She had never felt such a sensation before, and the fact that the hutt crime lord had seemingly been saving this load for her only added to the intensity of it. His orgasm did not seem to ever end, as his cock pulsed, gushed, pulsed, gushed without ever stopping. She was beginning to fear she would fully inflate with his seed if he did not finish soon.

Finally, his orgasm came to an end, his thick spurting gushes inside her tapering off now that her womb was thoroughly inundated with a hutt’s baby batter. She was thankful that the possibility of being impregnated by a hutt was most likely astronomically low. With the amount of seed swirling around inside her, she would’ve been knocked up for sure if she was the same species as him.

Her glistening, sweaty body went slack, but he fortunately caught her at the last second before she could tumble off him, keeping her sheathed atop his semi-hard member.

“Did you enjoy yourself, my pretty little Senator?”

Padmé did not answer at first. Now that her orgasmic high was dying down, the guilt was starting to set in. She had climaxed atop the bloated gangster’s bumpy cock multiple times, using her body as leverage against the Trade Federation. She wanted to be disgusted at herself, but…the physical pleasure she had felt could not be denied.

“Yes…I did,” Padmé sheepishly answered softly, her expression distant as she looked away from him. She needed to stay on Jabba’s good side and obtain whatever intel he could gather on Nute Gunray’s activities, otherwise this whole endeavor would have been for nothing.

Jabba laughed, reaching up to give her pert bum a squeeze. “Good, I’m glad. I very much enjoyed breeding you. What a delightful sensation it was.”

Padmé raised her brow, looking over her shoulder at him. “Breed? I think you are mistaken, Lord Jabba. It was sex as part of our deal, nothing more.”

Jabba cocked his head at her with a smile, as if he were indulging the fantasies of a naive child. “Ah yes, of course. Silly me. In any event, I will have my contacts get to work in the morning. They will offer me a report on your Trade Federation viceroy by the next rotation. Is that satisfactory?”

Padmé nodded. “It is.” She looked down at herself, part of her feeling absurd that she was conducting business with a hutt’s cock still shoved inside cum-filled sex at that very moment.

“Good. Because I can feel myself getting hard again, and I do believe you should keep earning that intel that is to come, don’t you?”

Sure enough, Padmé could feel his bumpy, bloated green cock firming up inside her again. How could he be ready for more so soon after he’d just emptied his balls inside her?! It seemed impossible, and yet she could quite literally feel the evidence of his reinvigorated stamina.

She knew she was in for a long night.

+++

Sabé gasped at the sight she was greeted with upon returning to the audience chamber. Her beloved Padmé had passed out in front of Jabba. Her brown hair was unkempt and frizzy, her body glistened with sweat, all her black clothing torn and strewn piece by piece across the hutt’s platform. Her legs were spread open and her recently devirginized pussy was now a gaping pink hole leaking a veritable ocean of thick, bubbling greenish-white hutt semen.

She thought back to what Bib and the droid had told her. Assuming they were not lying, then hutt sperm was capable of impregnating humanoid females, and Padmé’s pussy was currently drenched with the stuff. Millions and millions of Jabba’s swimmers were inside her right now seeking out her egg. The thought was enough to make Sabé shiver.

Part of her felt a tinge of shame that she had aided and abetted Jabba’s efforts to seed her best friend. But Padmé had ultimately made her own choice out of desperation to stop the Trade Federation by any means necessary. She may have nudged her in that direction, but she was given every opportunity to back out if she wished. Truthfully, she was glad Padmé had chosen not to. Even if she was still unaware of Jabba’s intentions to impregnate her at the end of all this.

She would have to decide whether to reveal this to Padmé or not. Given the alleged potency of Jabba’s seed, she could very well be pregnant already. Or not. Sabé decided to wait for the time being to see how things would pan out, once Jabba started providing his intel.

Jabba was currently asleep atop his dais, and Sabé tiptoed her way over to Padmé so as not to disturb him and risk his potential ire. As quietly as possible, she stood before Padmé and shook her awake.

Padmé yawned, tiredly rubbing her eyes. She blushed upon realizing it was Sabé, and that she could see the state she was in. “Oh Force, Sabé, I…what have I done, Sabé?” Padmé muttered, shaking her head, covering up her naked breasts with one arm and trying in vain to use her other hand to cover her pussy which was matted down and leaking globs of Jabba’s semen.

Sabé smiled. “You did what you had to do, remember?” she whispered. “I don’t judge you. In fact…it was quite arousing to see this side of you. So uninhibited.” She bit her lip, adding, “as was tasting you once again.”

Padmé turned bright red. “I’m a whore,” Padmé whispered, shaking her head.

Sabé frowned, shaking her head. “You’re not. You’re still the same powerful woman you’ve always been, using whatever assets you have at your disposal to do what you need to do. And…well, if you’re a whore, then so am I,” she said with a grin.

This got a smile and a small laugh out of Padmé, which gladdened the former royal decoy’s heart. Looking down at herself, Padmé wrinkled her nose, putting a finger to her pussy, experimentally dabbing at the leakage of cum that still dribbled from her recently-fucked sex hole. “I am going to need a shower, that’s for sure.”

Sabé smiled, offering her hand down to Padmé. “Come along then. I’ll join you.” She flashed her former queen a wink. “Just like old times in the royal bathhouse.” Padmé bit her lip, accepting Sabé’s hand and standing up on her tired, shaky legs. They quietly left Jabba to slumber as they made their way to the harem’s quarters. “Also, I should warn you…” Sabé continued. “Jabba has something in mind for us that he would like to take part in. And you may not like what he has in mind…”

+++

Sabé had certainly been right about one thing. This had not been part of the deal. But if Jabba’s intel was to be believed, Nute Gunray was currently engaged in discussions with Wat Tambor of the Techno Union. This potentially hinted at something big, and Padmé needed to know more. This meant she had to play ball with whatever Jabba had in mind for her and Sabé.

What she had not anticipated, however, was spending the better part of an hour having the other girls in Jabba’s harem applying a makeover to both her and Sabé. A very familiar makeup and face paint that she had worn many times, years ago.

“Trusted friends and associates of his Excellency, Jabba the Hutt!” ED-17 announced. At his proclamation, the palace denizens filling Jabba’s audience chamber dutifully fell silent, turning toward Jabba’s platform. The protocol droid and Bib Fortuna stood, with Jabba looming behind them patiently, preparing himself a drink in preparation for what was to come. “Tonight, his Excellency has graciously prepared some unique entertainment for all of you to enjoy.”

As the droid said this Bib turned to where Padmé and Sabé were waiting off to the side, nodding. Right on queue, two of Jabba’s harem slaves stepped out first, drawing out a privacy screen to shield the many gawking eyes of the palace denizens. Bib then pointedly nodded to Padmé and Sabé herself, beckoning them into the center of the audience chamber.

Padmé took a deep breath, rubbing her bare arms and steeling herself for what she and Sabé were about to do. She kept telling herself that everything would be fine, that nobody in Jabba’s palace would be able to place her or know who she really was. She, Sabé and her other former handmaidens on Naboo had played this game time and time again. She had even been able to fool her own parents on occasion back on Naboo by having one of her handmaidens posing as her in the palace. Surely this would be no different; just another performance, albeit literally this time.

Still, doubt tugged away at her. If even a single person in Jabba’s palace was shrewd enough to deduce who she was and spread word of this, her political career would be at an end. Not to mention, her public reputation would be in an even worse state if it was discovered that she was putting on provocative dance performances for Jabba the Hutt. Nute Gunray would no longer need to assassinate her at that point; she would have effectively brought about her own end.

Seemingly sensing her trepidation, Sabé rubbed a hand up and down Padmé’s naked back. Padmé nearly flinched at first when she felt her touch thanks to how wound up she was, but when she looked over her shoulder and saw Sabé in her very familiar facade and makeup. The very same that she herself wore time and again as the Queen of Naboo.

“You’ll do great. It’s not your first time,” Sabé whispered encouragingly.

Padmé took a deep breath. “It’s certainly my first time doing something like this.”

“I know,” Sabé said, resting her chin on Padmé’s shoulder. “Just remember what you are working to accomplish here. This will all be worth it. And remember, I’m here with you.”

Padmé smiled, blushing slightly beneath her thick mask of makeup. As always, she felt bolstered by the presence of her most loyal friend and decoy. “I could never do something like this without you.”

Bib snapped his fingers at them impatiently, the majordomo urging them to step up once more. Shaking her head, Padmé snapped to attention and stepped up into the center of Jabba’s audience chamber while Sabé followed closely behind her. At Bib’s instruction, both Padmé and Sabé stood on opposite sides of the chamber, striking a resting pose like they had rehearsed.

Above them on Jabba’s platform, ED-17 continued. “Tonight, two beautiful dancers are here to charm you and enthrall you with a delightful performance. We are pleased to present to you, two former royal handmaidens from the core world of Naboo!”

The two slaves let the screen drop, unveiling both Padmé and Sabé to the many watchful eyes of Jabba’s court. Upon their scantily-clad bodies being revealed to the many palace inhabitants, the chamber erupted into raucous applause. Padmé was immensely thankful that the white mask of makeup hid her bright blushing face, as the sheer embarrassment of having nearly a hundred sets of eyes on her nearly naked body would’ve been plain to see otherwise. Looking directly across the room at Sabé, she could tell that her friend was more composed than she was at that moment, giving her a small smile that only she could pick up on. Despite her shame and nervousness, Padmé gave her decoy a subtle nod.

Jabba gave a pleased rumble at the enticing sight of the two beautiful young women from Naboo. “Begin!” Jabba commanded enthusiastically.

His band began playing their music, the very same song that Padmé and Sabé had practiced to the night before. Upon the first booming sound of the drums, Padmé and Sabé began to move, moving their hips and swaying in tandem to the tune as they began gradually sashaying their bodies closer to each other from one side of the chamber to the other.

Sabé led the dance, being more confident and experienced in this regard, but Padmé kept up with her and mimicked her movements with near perfection. Their bodies moved and flowed like water across the audience chamber to the tandem of the pounding drums, their legs kicking and their feet gracefully sliding across the floor. Several times, Padmé and Sabé traded places from one end of the chamber to the others, their arms and one of their legs briefly linking up and brushing against each other when they crossed the center of the chamber to trade places.

Throughout the chamber, Padmé heard the whoops and catcalls from the many onlookers in Jabba’s court. Black market dealers, bounty hunters and probably a crooked politician or two all vocalized their enthusiasm. Despite knowing that they were all scum, the effect was still infectious to Padmé. The approval from the crowd only bolstered her confidence and spurred her on. Like the twi’lek harem slaves had taught her and Sabé the night before, she began moving her taut, flat belly in a breathtaking ritualistic rhythm during the band’s chorus, prompting even more cheers from the onlookers.

Above all the cheering gawkers, she heard Jabba’s booming laughter in between him gulping down his beverage. His approval mattered more than anyone else’s in that chamber, and thankfully he began vocalizing that approval. “Yes! More, my beauties! Now show us all what Naboo royal handmaidens do when nobody else is watching!” Though Padmé knew that Jabba was watching both of them, it didn’t take much intuition for her to know that the crime lord’s gaze was mainly fixed on her as they danced.

Padmé paused for the briefest of moments, caught off guard. This was not what she and Sabé had rehearsed. Surely he did not intend the two of them to…

Sabé, however, was not deterred. Padmé robotically danced her way toward her, and Sabé improvised in a way that Padmé was not at all prepared for. As they were able to meet toward the center of the chamber once more, Sabé swept Padmé into her arms. The disguised senator yelped as she embraced mid-dance by her best friend and decoy. Before she knew it, Sabé’s plush, painted lips were pressing against hers, her tongue snaking its way into Padmé’s mouth.

Padmé’s eyes widened as Sabé brazenly made out with her in front of Jabba the Hutt and his entire voyeuristic court. Padmé, realizing that she needed to play along, quickly followed Sabé’s lead, tangling her tongue with Sabé’s in their own private little oral dance that only they were privy to.

This had not been the first time she and Sabé had kissed, of course. While she was queen, Padmé and Sabé had enjoyed their moments of intimacy together in the Theed royal bathhouse while nobody else was around. Some of her first sexual experiences had been with Sabé, as her loyal friend had helped her explore her body and sate some of her own blossoming curiosities. That had been years ago, and Padmé still treasured those moments of learning how to kiss from Sabé, even if they’d not pushed their relationship any further than that. Muscle memory allowed her to fall right back into blissful intimacy with Sabé like they’d never even parted ways.

Realizing at once that Jabba and the rest of the crowd could not see the full extent of what Sabé and Padmé’s tongues were doing, Padmé was emboldened to up the ante in a way that Jabba and his court could clearly see. She clapped her hand to Sabé’s pert, toned ass, giving her ample cheek a greedy squeeze. Sabé squealed with delight into Padmé’s mouth as they continued to kiss, still moving their bodies to the music as much as they awkwardly could, coupled together as they were in that moment.

As the song was winding down to the final chorus, Sabé slid one hand up through Padmé’s shear red loincloth, stroking her inner thigh while she purposefully grinded herself against Padmé’s knee just once before pulling back, their mouth and legs disentangling and a thin strand of spit connecting their flushed mouths. Both of their faces were flushed beneath their white makeup and their lips were slightly smeared red from their lipstick as they pulled back from their kiss, their eyes locking on each other and sharing the same look of lust.

The onlookers in the audience were very amplified by now, cheering, whistling and catcalling. At least a couple of the degenerates had pulled their cocks out to masturbate openly at the sight of the two supposed handmaidens from Naboo putting on a seductive erotic dance for them and spooning each other in a sapphic display. Jabba most of all was quite pleased, his amused chuckling eclipsing any of the other cheers from the crowd from atop his platform.

The song came to an end just as their kiss did, and Jabba’s cohorts in the audience chamber were cheering and hooting enthusiastically. Over the ruckus, Padmé heard Jabba clapping. She and Sabé turned to his platform. His eyes were fixed on Padmé, a smile spread across his face.

“Well done, my royal Naboo beauties! Well done!” He proclaimed loudly so the whole audience chamber could hear him. Many members of the audience were still chanting for more. And rather than ordering for them to be silent, Jabba, ever the showman, obliged them. “But I do believe my friends and associates would like an encore. Please join me atop the platform, my lovely handmaidens.”

Padmé looked hesitantly back and forth between Sabé and Jabba. But thus far, she had to admit the truth - she was enjoying herself, her disguise a convenient excuse to cut loose for once. And as long as that continued, she was intrigued to see what would happen next.

She and Sabé ascended the dais, and as soon as they were within reach, Jabba pulled both of them toward him, one Naboo woman in each arm. “A beautiful performance. Now…how about a threesome with your gracious master?!”

At this suggestion, the audience chamber applauded and Padmé went pale beneath her white mask of makeup, her previous enjoyment tempered in an instant. A threesome, with Sabé and Jabba, in front of everyone?! The thought sent chills down her spine and made her want to crawl out of her skin at that moment. But what choice did she have? Jabba was continuing to alter their deal, and she could only pray that he would not alter it any further.

She took a deep breath as Sabé took her hand to comfort her. She could do this, as long as she had Sabé there to support her. She only prayed that her disguise would still be enough to deceive anyone who might watch this additional “performance.”

Padmé and Sabé turned their attention to Jabba’s member, which had slowly begun to rise up from his hidden pouch. At the hutt’s insistence, Padmé and Sabé got down in front of him, his throbbing, bumpy green member twitching before their eyes. Padmé thought that being this close to Jabba’s cock would be vile and disgusting, with an unbearable scent. And while his musk was indeed strong it was not offensively so, and she found herself intoxicated by it somehow. Padmé looked past the cock, her eyes meeting Sabé’s as the nearly-identical disguised woman nodded back at her with a smile.

“You may begin!”

Sabé took the initiative and leaned her head in first, given that she had already done this with Jabba before. Padmé followed her lead, hesitantly snaking her tongue out and touching it against Jabba’s dick. The taste was very coppery but tolerable, and she decided that she could do this, especially with Sabé working with her.

Padmé ran her tongue up over the many bumps and grooves of Jabba’s monstrous cock, making the arduous journey up to the fat cockhead - the same one that had been tapping her cervix and filling her womb with cum so thoroughly a couple days prior. Sabé meanwhile was licking and lapping her way downwards on the opposite side of Jabba’s cock. The hutt’s member was so huge that attending to it really was a team effort from the two human women, and this quickly became just another shared task between Padmé and her most loyal friend.

Precum began flowing in abundance from the tip of Jabba’s towering cock and Padmé, looking up and seeing Jabba’s pleased, drooling expression looking down at her, slowly swirled her tongue around the fat green cockhead. Her eyes never left Jabba’s as her tongue lapped up the precum and coated the fat cockhead with her saliva. This got a raucous cheer from the watching audience, sending a thrill through Padmé’s body at the fact that she was doing something so salacious in front of so many.

Sabé meanwhile was planting kisses and licks all the way up Jabba’s cock again on the climb to the top. Her lips met with Jabba’s cockhead too, inching ever closer to Padmé’s lips as they now occupied the same space. In a moment of pure unfiltered passion, Sabé lips and tongue connected heatedly with Padmé’s. She let out a soft “mmm” into Sabé’s mouth as her tongue danced with Sabé’s, swapping the salty taste of Jabba’s precum between them. This again got a cheer from Jabba’s courtiers and a delighted chuckle from Jabba as he got a front row seat of this.

“Well done, well done!” he declared cheerfully, causing the flushed Padmé and Sabé to break off from their kiss and look up at him. “But it’s time for the main event!” Jabba’s tail sprung up, making Sabé gasp as the tip of his tail deftly flipped up her sheer loincloth. “I think this lovely handmaiden will take my tail!” Jabba bellowed boisterously.

Sabé smiled and nodded, seemingly not surprised that Padmé would be taking the hot seat. She climbed atop Jabba to patiently wait her tail fucking, readily unsnapping and tossing aside her loincloth.

“Which leaves only one other place for this royal handmaiden,” Jabba said, winking down at Padmé.

Padmé took a deep breath and mounted Jabba’s body. As she did, Jabba boldly flicked his massive tongue out, running it over her breasts and her neckline. “Face toward my watching cohorts, and keep those legs of your spread nice and wide so they can get a good view of me entering you. I think my associates would like to see a royal handmaiden’s tight pink lips stretched tightly around my hutt cock, wouldn’t you?” he said to her so only she could hear.

She nodded, her body shaking with nerves and anticipation. The disguised and painted former queen mounted Jabba’s lower belly, her eyes widening as she saw Jabba’s fully-erect cock - glistening with a flow of precum and saliva from her and Sabé’s oral efforts - rising up and ready for her to be impaled on it.

Amid the jeers and bellows from the crowd, Jabba’s big, pudgy hands grasped her slender midsection, his fingers meeting at her belly button. He lifted her body up and positioned her over his tall, thick green spire and let her drop without any sort of preamble. Padmé’s cry of bliss mixed with a hint of pain filled the audience chamber, much to the amusement of the onlookers.

Padmé was thankful that the first prior fuck with Jabba had loosened her up and prepared her somewhat, otherwise such a sudden impalement would’ve likely made her pass out. To her right, she heard a squeal and a moan from Sabé, and she didn’t need to look in her direction to know that she had just been impaled with Jabba’s tail at the same time Padmé had been impaled by his slimy cock. Sabé rose up several inches, and Padmé could tell that Jabba’s tail embedded in her snatch had raised her up slightly.

After Jabba’s fat cockhead mashed against her cervix in a familiar, breathtaking sensation, he began raising and lowering her, pounding her up and down his cock. Whereas he was gentle when taking her virginity, he was not holding back this time, nor did the crowd want him to. With how lubricated his cock was the tag team effort of Padmé and Sabé’s tongues, his cock slipped in and out of her easily, pushing a steady rhythm inside her and partially distended her flat belly with each stroke.

Padmé’s moans and cries rang through the audience chamber but were soon intermingling with Sabé’s, as Jabba’s tail was clearly bringing her swiftly to an inevitable climax as well. The crowd was no doubt being greeted to a striking sight, watching these two painted Naboo beauties riding both of Jabba’s appendages and letting their cries of bliss fill the room. Juices flowed in abundance from both of their cunts, streaking down cock and tail alike.

Sabé was reaching out and caressing her own nipples, and Padmé followed suit. Her pleasure was climbing with every second she spent impaled on Jabba’s cock, his bumps and nubs rubbing her inner walls and her clit on every plunge only pushing her further and further over the edge. Judging from Jabba’s heavier breathing and grunts of mindless bliss, he was not far off from orgasming along with his two Naboo sluts.

Their climaxes were only moments apart from each other. Sabé reached hers first, Jabba’s tail lifting her up in the air until her feet were dangling off the ground. Juices cascaded from her tail-filled snatch and dripped down onto the cold palace flood beneath her.

Padmé’s orgasm soon followed, as sparks flowered through her sex as each pleasure point and nerve ending inside her pussy was stroked every time his cock slid inside her. She threw her white-painted head back and moaned rapturously as juices squirted out of her pussy from their point of union.

Padmé’s tight pussy squeezing the life out of him was enough to finish off Jabba the Hutt. Gripping her belly, he pulled her down as far as she could go onto his bloated cock. He twitched inside her, and his balls pulsed in his hidden pouch as the thick, swampy semen rushed up his shaft, being delivered in gushing blasts against her cervix and into her womb. Unbeknownst to the climaxing senator, sperm that was very much capable of impregnating her filled her womb by the millions with every thick gush of sticky semen. A drunken cheer went up as the crowd watched the orgasmic spectacle.

By the time all three had finished climaxing, Padmé was left with a belly bloated with hutt cum again, like last time. A human womb not intended to accommodate the titanic load of a hutt had nonetheless managed to accommodate as much of it as it could, as the rest of his semen came spilling out of their point of union to drench the bottom of the dais platform. Sabé, somewhat envious of Padmé’s insemination, had still obtained yet another tremendous release from her new hutt master and could also not complain.

Jabba meanwhile felt like the king of the entire galaxy as his courtiers paid homage to him and his two delightful Naboo trophies. These two extraordinarily beautiful women were a treasure the likes of which he’d not obtained in centuries, and he was not keen on letting them go.

As his wilting cock popped out of Padmé’s cunt and a river of his thick semen came gushing out of her gaping sex, he began to formulate plans in his head on how to extend her deal with Senator Amidala as long as possible. He would obtain the intel that she wanted, but he never promised he would do it quickly.

Jabba chuckled.