In a dimly lit conference room within the droid foundry on Geonosis, the Seperatist leaders who now formed the Confederacy of Independent Systems gloated over their recent success. With the capture of Senator Amidala and her Jedi bodyguard, they felt confident that the Republic stood no chance against them. If it's best politicians and defenders of justice could not stop them, then who would?
Upon learning that Amidala was now being held in a prison cell on this very planet, Viceroy Nute Gunray became giddy with excitement at the realization that he would soon have his revenge and see her dead. But first he wanted to have some fun with the former Queen and make her suffer for all she had wrought upon the Trade Federation these past ten years.
When Nute requested that Count Dooku allow him the opportunity to have the young Senator that night for his personal enjoyment, the Count reluctantly agreed. Senator Amidala had refused to join the Separatists when Dooku offered her the chance earlier that day. Had she accepted, her life would have been spared and he would have protected her from Nute Gunray's obsessive lust for revenge. But with her refusal, her only usefulness now was death.
Nute Gunray insisted that she be killed before the Trade Federation would join the Confederacy themselves, and that now had more value than Padme's life. So Senator Amidala was given a death sentence, and Dooku no longer saw reason to protect her honor and dignity from whatever perversions Gunray had in mind on the night before her execution. After all, such generosity for the Viceroy would have to be paid back later on. Dooku would make sure of that.
That evening, Nute Gunray and four other male Separatists sat around the circular conference table watching with amusement as two Geonosian guards led Senator Amidala into their boardroom. With her head held high and a strong look of confidence and dignity on her face, Padme seemed unfazed by the fact that she was standing completely naked before these men with her wrists restrained behind her in metal binders. The stone tiled floor felt cold under her bare feet, and a soft breeze that circulated the room sent a slight chill through Padme's nude body.
"A pleasure to see you again, Senator Amidala," Nute spoke, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's been far too long."
"The pleasure is all yours, Viceroy," she replied sternly. "I suppose this was your idea?"
"Of course, Your Highness," he said in his broken dialect. "With your execution scheduled for tomorrow, my friends and I wanted to enjoy your company one last time."
"I don't seem to be dressed for the occasion," Padme retorted.
"Oh, but you are perfectly dressed for this, Senator. Or should I say... undressed," he mused, staring as her slim nude form appreciatively. "Indeed, you are quite beautiful under all those expensive gowns. A pity you don't show your natural beauty to the public more often."
"Are we here to just talk, or are you going to torture me? Because right now, listening to your voice is just about the worst thing I've experienced all day," Padme hissed with a cold angry look in her eyes.
"Ah, but Senator, I have no desire to torture you," Nute spoke truthfully. "I wouldn't dream of harming your delicate body. Well... at least... not until tomorrow. No, tonight I merely wish to sample your beauty firsthand." Nute turned toward the Geonosian guards and made a simple gesture with his hand.
Each of them clicked and chattered in their native tongue while they unfastened Padme's wrist binders and carried her over to the conference table. She kicked and struggled all the way, now realizing what she already suspected when they stripped her earlier. Lifting her up and flipping her onto her back, the Geonosian drones bound the Senator to the table and left her open and defenseless against her Separatist captors.
Looking up, Padme could see the Viceroy opening his robes and unfastening his pants as he approached the edge of the conference table. Her arms were outstretched with magnetic binders locking her wrists in place on the table's surface, leaving only the lower half of her body free to move. Her ass rested on the end of the round table while her legs hung limply over the edge, her toes barely touching the floor.
She had already accepted the fact that she would be raped by this sadistic Neimoidian bastard, but Padme couldn't resist the urge to strike out at her captors one more time. Twisting and squirming, she kicked one leg, hitting Gunray in the chest. With little power behind the blow, he merely stumbled back a step and then chortled with that stuttering laugh of his, grabbing her legs and firmly holding them in place.
"Now now, Senator. Behave yourself," Gunray spoke, scolding her as if she were still the teenage girl who ruled Naboo.
The other Separatists surrounding the table joined in his laughter, humiliating Padme even more as she felt Nute's coarse hands roaming across her smooth thighs. He clumsily positioned himself between them for what Padme hoped would be a quick and painless screw.
"Viceroy, if you think I'm just going to lay here and let you do this, then you've got a -- UNGGGH!" she grunted, interrupted by his Neimoidian penis lunging deep inside her. Her delicate cuntal lips parted, stretching obscenely over the thick meaty shaft as it thrust into her womanhood.
Entranced by the warm wet sensation of Senator Amidala's pussy enveloping his cock, Nute Gunray grabbed Padme's hips and lifted her buttocks off the table, pushing his pelvis forward and burying his penis fully inside her. He had never fornicated with a human before, but found it quite similar to that of his own species, and just as pleasurable. Forming a wrinkled smile with his small curved mouth, Nute relished the deliciously sweet justice of Amidala being his first human sexual experience. Who better to fuck than Naboo's former queen, the woman responsible for much of the Trade Federation's troubles these last ten years?
As the Viceroy penetrated her slim body with his long deep strokes, Padme wished that Anakin would suddenly burst into the room with his lightsaber and rescue her from these despicable men, but deep down she knew that was next to impossible. Somewhere inside the Geonosian catacombs the young Jedi was currently locked in a prison cell similar to the one Padme was in before they stripped her and brought her to the conference room. When she and Anakin had first been separated into different cells, Padme had watched as the Geonosians suspended him in an energy field to restrict his movement and prevent him from using the Force to escape. They had not given her the same security, for they considered her much less of a threat.
Padme sighed in resignation of her situation. Clearly there would be no rescue from the vengeful Neimoidian and his Separatist compatriots. They would have their way with her tonight, and tomorrow she and Anakin would be executed.
Nute stared at Padme's beautiful features, enjoying the look of defeat in her face. His slanted crimson eyes were filled with a mixture of vehement hatred and primal lust as he gazed upon her nude, trembling body. Unable to look at his ugly sadistic face a moment longer, Padme shut her eyes and turned her head.
With each bone-jarring lunge forward, Gunray's hairless gray testicles swung against Padme's buttocks and seemed to tremble with an energy of their own. Padme continued to endure his rutting thrusts for several more minutes as his fucking became faster and more intense. With a deep guttural sigh of satisfaction, the Viceroy finally released his climactic discharge deep into the young Senator's womb. Padme shook slightly at the sensation of his spasming cock squirting a volumous amount of hot creamy sperm into her loins. Her cunt reflexively responded with it's own orgasm, coating Nute's softening member with Padme's slick vaginal honey.
Padme whimpered in shame, not wanting her body to react like this. Her wicked rapist did not deserve such satisfaction in his performance, but her pussy could no longer resist the pleasurable stimulation it received from his thick lengthy shaft.
"Ah... so, Senator Amidala is enjoying this?" Nute mused with a wry smile, withdrawing his limp penis from her cum-soaked passage. "Then she will surely welcome more pleasure from our distinguished colleagues." Viceroy Gunray stepped aside, discreetly covering himself with his robes as another Separatist took his place.
"Indeed she will," replied a scratchy high-pitched voice. Padme opened her eyes to see a sadistic looking humanoid with dark green mottled skin and a ridged nose, standing half-naked before her. Senator Passel Argente, head of the Corporate Alliance, was one of the most corrupt senators Padme had ever known. Driven by greed, he had made numerous shady deals with certain criminal elements and other notorious politicians, not for the benefit of the Republic, but to line his own pockets with millions of credits at the expense of others. Even his own people despised him, and yet he had remained in office for more than two decades thanks to some alleged poll rigging in his planet's senatorial elections.
Padme had met Passel on more than one occasion in Coruscant's senatorial sectors. She never liked the man, nor his politics, and always recognized an air of deceit in him whenever he spoke. He was clearly attracted to her, often attempting to court the available Senator with offers of dinner or more romantic interludes. Yet she knew what he really wanted, based on the suggestive remarks he'd occasionally slip into their conversations, and now it looked like Passel would finally get his wish.
"I've been waiting for this for a long time," he sneered, revealing his sickly yellow teeth as he slid one sweaty hand between her thighs.
"Damn you, Argente," she hissed through gritted teeth. "Damn you for allying with the Separatists, and damn you for this!"
"Shut up, slut!" Passel spat, lightly smacking Padme's face with the back of his other hand. "I've had enough of your prim and proper Naboo behavior all these years. There will be no more rejections, and no more of your stuck-up pompous attitude. Tonight you're going to act like the whore you really are, and..." pausing to slide two long nimble fingers inside Padme's wet quivering snatch, "... you're going to love it."
Dimly she heard the others laughing behind her as she lay across the table, her legs spread wide for Senator Argente. However, fucking Padme in the traditional way was not what he had in mind for the haughty female captive. As one hand began pinching and twisting her breasts cruelly, Passel's other hand continued further inside Padme's warm silky sperm-filled cunt, pulling her tender vaginal lips apart as his fingers shoved deep, down to their knuckles. Senator Amidala squirmed and twisted in a sudden panic when she realized what was happening. With the other two fingers joining the first pair, Passel was now slowly and surely forcing his whole hand inside her. Padme bucked and twisted in agony, her hips lifting off the table in a desperate attempt to pull away as Senator Argente pushed harder, sinking his hand past the knuckles.
"Such a nice tight pussy," Passel whispered. "It must be true what they say about Naboo women. You might have fucked three dozen men in your lifetime for all we know, but your cunt is still as tight as a virgin's."
"F-f-fuck you," Padme stuttered, her body tensing from the pain of Passel's fist buried inside her.
"Such language, Senator! But if you insist..." Easing his hand out of her cunt with a wet slurping sound, Passel moved closer, sporting a rigidly textured cock in hand. Padme sighed in relief as she felt it enter her. Anything was better than his blasted fist -- or was it?
"Unnnnghh-Gods!" she wailed, feeling the narrow shaft thoroughly penetrate her with one smooth thrust. The bumpy ridges along its flesh stimulated her sensitive vaginal walls in a way no man's cock ever had before. In seconds, Senator Argente was grinding his pelvis into hers, his groin smacking against her dripping wet cunt lips at a frantic pace.
"Noooo, noooo, ohhh! It's too much!" Padme screamed, the friction of his textured cock sending her into a frenzy of unwanted pleasure. Her back arched off the table as he plowed into her, grunting noisily from the cock-clenching tightness of her spasming cunt muscles.
"Take it, bitch! Love my cock, you little Naboo whore!"
"Never!" she shouted, bucking wildly on the table within the bonds of her magnetic wrist binders. "Ohhh, Gods nooo! Please, oh fuck... fuck... FUCK!" Padme rode the wave of orgasms that coursed through her body, sweat dripping off her naked skin and her frazzled hair clinging to her damp brow. With gritted teeth, she instinctively drove herself down onto Passel's cock with every thrust, cursing her own slutty inhibitions with each movement. She didn't want this, but damn did it ever feel good, especially after the preliminary workout Nute Gunray had given her.
Adding his own load of semen to the mixture that Nute had left inside Padme, Senator Argente collapsed on top of her, his cock still buried inside her quivering cunnie, and began nuzzling her neck and licking her face. Padme grimaced in revulsion, feeling Passel's hot breath on her skin and his rough wet tongue grazing across her cheek.
"Mmmm, I knew you'd like it. Too bad we won't be able to do this again, Senator," Argente whispered in her ear, pulling away from the table-bound Amidala.
A moment's rest was all they gave Padme before the next pair of Separatists took their turn. Sensing the metal wrist binders suddenly unlock and release her from the table, Padme felt a pair of strong hands lift her up on her shaky legs and hold her in place. Looking over her shoulder, she recognized the bald pale-faced Muun by the name of San Hill who smiled at her like a sniveling worm. The tall gaunt leader of the Banking Clan was joined by Tikkes, a Quarren senator Padme barely knew, who stood in front of the young woman and stared lustfully at her body with his deep blue eyes.
Without hesitation, Tikkes grabbed at Padme's firm perky tits with his suckered fingers and wriggled his four facial tendrils all over her sensitive erect nipples, stirring small waves of arousal inside Padme. As she opened her mouth to gasp softly, she could feel San Hill behind her, grinding his cloth-covered crotch against her bare ass and whispering naughty things she never expected the snooty accountant to say.
"Lovely Senator, have you ever felt a Muun's cock inside your ass?" he teased. "The probability of it happening tonight is quite good."
Senator Amidala tensed at the thought of this tall narrow being penetrating her anal cavity. Though she had no prior sexual experience with Muuns, her loyal servant Dorme had once spent the night with one and described it to Padme afterward in great detail. He was a visiting dignitary from the planet Muunilinst whom Dorme had graciously escorted to a formal dinner at the request of Senator Amidala. Unlike San Hill, this Muun had been kind and gentle and charmed Dorme right into his bedroom that night. Her descriptions of his smooth slender penis were quite vivid in Padme's memory, especially Dorme's claim that it grew to an amazing length, which filled her more deeply than any Naboo man ever could. Indeed, that night had been Dorme's first sexual experience with an alien species, and definitely not her last. Padme gulped, fearing that San Hill's penis was just as impressive in size and would hurt like hell inside her ass.
Slowly the two Separatist's lowered Padme to the floor on her hands and knees, each kneeling at both ends of the petite Naboo woman while they disrobed. Staring forward at Tikkes' groin, Padme's eyes widened at the sight of the most unusual sexual organ she had ever seen. Similar to his squid-like face, this Quarren's phallus was short and stout with a wide knobby head and two small tendrils spiraling around its shaft. The tiny tentacles slithered like worms, as if their actions were independent from the rest of the cock. Even more unusual, the cockhead itself had no visible opening like the urethra on normal human penises. Padme wondered how Tikkes urinated, and more importantly how he could ejaculate.