PADME IN THE PALACE: a Star Wars Fanfiction by shadowgirl999
Chapter two: A Queen's exposure.
Padme woke up to find herself still in the cage, surrounded by the scum in Jabba's palace. Bib Fortuna pressed a magnetic key to the cage and opened the lock, pulling Padme out of the cage by an arm.
"My my, I never expected one so lovely to visit my palace." Jabba said as he licked his fat lips. "The queen of Naboo herself, and so lovely a queen as to visit my humble palace."
Jabba's crowd cheered as Padme sat in her white uniform, glaring at the surrounding criminals.
"If you're looking for ransom, we're good for it." She said, crossing her arms over her chest in defiance. "But don't think you can hold the queen of the Republic ransom with no consequences."
"We'll see about that, my queen." Jabba said as he licked his enormous lips. "You underestimate me. I've been watching you for some time now, and I have learned you came here on your own volition, with no support from your Republic, as well as the fact that none within that organization know of your excursion here."
He took a long draw of his hookah, blowing the smoke in Padme's face. Padme coughed and sputtered, her eyes watering from the horrible smoke.
"So you are all alone." Jabba reiterated to drive the point home. "I have no fear of you right now."
Padme's heart sank. She was all alone. The Republic had no idea where she was now, and Anakin didn't even know because she intended to notify him shortly after she had investigated Jabba's Palace.
"Start up the band!" Jabba yelled, waving his arms around as the crowd cheered. "Libations for everybody, first round is on me but after that, you've got to pay!"
Padme was grabbed by two guards who also started groping her skintight material of her jumpsuit bottom, making her feel uncomfortable. They shoved her into Jabba's sticky bulk right away, making her moan in disgust as the absolutely horrific stench hit her nostrils. Padme gagged on the smell of rot and bile and filth and mud accumulated over 600 years, her stomach lurching as she was grasped by Jabba's filthy hands and molested all over. She felt her jumpsuit being soaked to her skin with slime, making her feel absolutely filthy.
"My queen, you feel so lovely…" Jabba said as he licked Padme's beautiful face, leaving gobs of slime over her skin. "…such an attractive body, and such a fiery spirit to match."
He pinched and groped at her body, molesting her all over as Padme struggled against his ministrations, her bodysuit growing sticky as it was soaked through to the skin. Suddenly, Jabba opened his enormous mouth and let a waterfall-like stream of drool hit Padme with a sickening SLUTCH, coating the queen in his saliva entirely.
"Uggh!" Padme moaned as she spat gobs of slime out of her mouth and wiped it away from her eyes, looking around as she was aware of a growing laughter surrounding her.
She looked around to see what was so funny, and when she looked down, she gasped. Her bodysuit, being white, was now see-through since it was coated through with Jabba's slime. It had a built-in bra to support her firm breasts, but even that was soaked through, leaving her nipples and vulva just barely visible since it was now translucent.
"Such lovely assets, my queen." Jabba said as he took a gulp from his goblet. "Won't you show them to us so that we are not limited to the view from outside?"
Padme gasped, certain she knew what Jabba meant.
"Strip." Jabba said as the crowd went wild, hooting and jeering. "Let us see what that jumpsuit is hiding underneath."
Padme crossed her arms over her chest, refusing to do so. She would never humiliate herself in such a manner.
"If you do not." Jabba said, motioning to the right as Bib Fortuna brought out a young girl, no more than 12. "She will be whipped."
Padme gasped. The girl struggled and pulled at the chains she wore. Her costume consisted of a hot pink tube top and miniskirt, trashy and whorish, and she wore only pink slippers and bracelets that resembled a jester's motley.
"Whip her!" Bib yelled as one of the Gammoreans, Jubnuk, drew back a long whip.
The whip snapped forwards, hitting the girl on her bare stomach and eliciting a screech from the enslaved concubine.
"Stop!" Padme shouted, drawing the attention of the crowd. "I'll strip for you."
"Master." Jabba said.
"I'll strip for you, master." Padme said with venom in her voice as she stood in the middle of the palace, stepping out of her boots and tossing them to the side.
She then reached behind her and undid her cape, dropping it to the ground. The crowd cheered as she slowly unzipped her bodysuit, peeling it off of her sweaty body with her back to the crowd. Padme stepped out of the white one-piece suit with grace, her body shaking with the humiliation she was about to endure. She tossed it on the ground and stood with her hands on her hips in nothing more than her underclothes, a firm grey bra with matching panties.
"Take those off, now." Jabba demanded.
Padme hesitated, but quickly reached behind her back when a Gammorean guard held his whip behind the teenage slave's head and started to bring it down. She noticed the whip stopped short, the ends draping over the girl's bare shoulders and making her flinch. Padme unstrapped her bra and covered her chest in shame, her body shaking.
"Now the panties, my queen." Jabba demanded again, staring at her with his enormous eyes. "I want you naked as you humans were in your primeval dawn."
Padme blushed dark red in absolute shame, slowly sliding her panties down past her thighs as Jabba coughed.
"Bend over when you remove them." he said as he gulped down some wine.
Padme bent over, her panties sliding down past her thighs and to her ankles, finally stepping out of them as the crowd went crazy. She handed her panties to a guard who then threw her entire outfit into the Rancor pit she was standing on, the growls of the beast below sounding as it ripped them to shreds, never to be worn again. Padme faced Jabba, shivering in shame as the crowd jeered at her.
"Turn around, girl." Jabba demanded. "Let us all see the warrior queen's assets."
Padme took a deep breath and slowly turned around to face the crowd behind her who until now had only seen her buttocks. The crowd went absolutely berserk, with whistles and hoots and catcalls and jeers were hurled in her direction, along with rotten food and bones. Padme stood still in front of Jabba's throne, her arms flat at her sides.
"Good girl." Jabba said as he took a puff of his hookah. "Such a lovely body…"
Even though she was totally naked, Padme refused to cover herself, to cower or hide any part of her body. She knew she was all alone here in the palace, none knew where she was. There was no point in maintaining any modesty anymore. Padme stood with her hands to her sides, her nudity the focus of everyone nearby. Her large firm breasts hung out straight, and many males leered at them as she stood still. Her vulva was covered in a thick forest of pubic hair, thankfully hiding most of the intricate details of her womanhood.
"Now, tell us about you, my queen." Jabba said as he poured a glass of wine and handed it to Padme. "Drink. It will help."
Padme refused until Jabba forced the glass into her hands and glared into her eyes, Padme remembering what would happen if she didn't. She tilted the glass back slowly, but apparently Jabba didn't like that seeing as he pushed the glass forwards impatiently and poured the wine into Padme's throat and down her nostrils. Padme coughed and gagged, choking on the wine which was apparently almost pure spice with a fruity additive. She wheezed and swallowed the wine as some of it had dripped over her naked body, matting her pubic hair to her vulva.
"Who are you?" Jabba asked, grasping Padme's hand and pulling her closer.
"P-Padme Amidala." Padme said as she sputtered, swallowing some wine. "The Queen of Naboo."
The crowd all laughed at her, being brought so low from such a high position. Padme looked around as she tried to hide her bareness as much as possible, wondering how they could take such pleasure at her humiliation. She hated them almost as much as Jabba.
"How old are you?" Jabba asked.
"33." Padme answered, shivering as her naked body felt cold from the wine poured upon it.
"And are you a virgin?" Jabba asked, smirking.
Padme took a deep breath. She dreaded the answer.
"No." she said, shaking as her naked form felt even more exposed than before.
The crowd gasped, Jabba laughing.
"A queen who is unmarried and has given away her virginity…" he said as he took a long swig of his wine. "…how quaint."
Padme was pulled closer by the guards as Jabba grabbed her with his stubby hands, licking her naked form with his tongue.
"Ugh…" Padme moaned, her nipples hardening against her will.
"Then I will not have to worry if you will take to mating with me." Jabba said with a smirk.
Padme gasped at that last line, but had no time to consider it before she was pulled into his sticky bulk. The band broke out into a raucous tune as Jabba kissed and licked and molested her naked body in front of the crowd, making her feel unwholesomely aroused.
"Do not fear, my queen." Jabba said as he planted a slimy kiss squarely upon Padme's bare breasts, making her flush red with shame. "A queen deserves more than those ugly military suits to wear."
"You mean nothing at all?" Padme asked as Jabba groped her bare bottom, making her gasp.
"You underestimate me, my queen." Jabba said as he ran his hands through Padme's hair. "I shall dress you according to your position. How does gold and gemstones sound to you?"
Padme didn't answer. She remained silent as Jabba licked her pubic triangle, making her yelp at the unwanted sexual touching.
"You don't know how much trouble it took to get you to come here, my queen." Jabba said as he cupped her bottom with his huge hand, creating a seat for her. "I had to bribe and bully so many people to get this set up, all so that you could come to my lovely palace. But for all you cost, you are worth it."
"I'm not for sale!" Padme growled as Jabba grasped her bare butt with his enormous hand. "I will never be your prisoner and if you try to ransom me, the Republic will get you!"
"Prisoner?" Jabba said, surprised as he held her in front of his face and kissed her naked body. "You misunderstand, Kun'chee. You are to be my slave girl."
Padme winced at the words slave girl. She shuddered as she sat on Jabba's gigantic hand, naked and humiliated, feeling more vulnerable than she had ever felt in her life. She had been warned about this, why didn't she listen? Anakin was right, she should have been careful.
"As soon as I saw your lovely face on the holos, I knew you would make an exquisite slave." Jabba said as he gripped her crotch with his huge fingers, holding Padme in place. "Your body is beautiful, your spirit fiery, your hair like a chocolate fountain. I knew I had to own you."
"Nobody owns me." Padme said as she struggled, Jabba's hand holding her in place. "Nobody."
"I beg to differ." Jabba said as he let go of Padme, dropping her on her butt on the throne. "You will be mine, just like all of Tattooine. You know, my uncle told me I was crazy for setting up on a planet so arid a Hutt requires such a cool place to live in and constant scrubbing with moisturizer to remain slick, but I tricked the Bo'marr Monks into letting me stay here and then took over the place once they were caught off guard. Foolish holy men, they may be immortal once their brains are in those jars but they don't learn."
Padme sat nude on the throne and shivered, covering her body with her small hands. As long as he was bragging about his own power and money, he wouldn't be molesting her. She wondered how Jabba would be at slithering and chewing gum.
"Ever since then, I have made my fortune. Your assets are nothing compared to mine, my queen." Jabba said as he put a hand to his chest to stroke his chins. "A planet's entire wealth is nothing compared to even a tenth of my assets as of now. Even the entirety of the Trade Federation cannot match my assets or my power."
He looked down at Padme, who was now laying at his side, her body shivering from the cold air in the palace. He wrapped his frigid tail around her and pulled her close, her skin turning blue from the chill.
"And now that I have you, I am all the more wealthy." Jabba said as he pulled her into his sticky bulk and reached down, plunging a finger into Padme's vagina. "A royal slave to sate my lust upon."
"Then your dealings have made you a wealthy Hutt and now you want to take me as a prize for your trophy collection?" Padme asked, looking at the rare beasts' heads adorning his throne.
"Exactly." Jabba said as he licked her face again, making her groan. "But you shall see that being my slave is not always miserable."
He motioned towards a woman around 20 years of age, holding out a box adorned in gold filigree. Padme approached her and opened up the box, praying it was something that would at least cover her body.
"Let us hope your wardrobe is suiting to your lovely form." Jabba said as Padme's heart sank at the sight of what was inside.
The crowd merely laughed at her expression, the noise deafening the poor woman as she sank to her knees in defeat. The naked queen closed her eyes in utter shame as Jabba ate a squirming frog from his snackquarium. She was not going to enjoy this.
In the voice of that guy from the meme: "What's in the box?" check next chapter to find out! Please review!