PADME IN THE PALACE: a star wars fanfiction by shadowgirl999
Chapter three: attire fit for a queen
Padme looked into the box, her shame evident as she drew a gold-plated collar and two gold bracelets from the box. The crowd guffawed like mad as she stood there, naked, defiled, slimy and miserable.
"Do you not enjoy your new costume, my pet?" Jabba asked as he smirked.
Bib Fortuna smiled as the naked queen held the collar up to examine it. The band of gold-plated durasteel had writing in basic engraved upon it, letters outlined in bright ruby inlay that read clear as day "PROPERTY OF JABBA DESILIJIC TIURE".
"She shall warm up to it, exalted one." Bib said with a smirk as Padme blushed dark red in shame. "After all, what choice does she have?"
There was nothing besides the collar, bracelets and shoes inside the case, leaving Padme exposed. She sighed with shame, noting the long, long chain they brought out and attached to Jabba's throne with a magnetic attachment. Padme closed her eyes in shame as she clamped the collar onto her lovely neck. She then slid the golden bracelets onto her wrists. Padme hated lavish jewelry, and now that the bracelets were practically all she was allowed to wear, she hated them even more. She was still absolutely naked, her intimate parts exposed for all to see. Her long hair fell in front of her, hiding her body. Jabba sought to fix that.
"Miranda, Diva, come here!" Jabba shouted as two women, one a zabrak wearing only a silver metal bikini and another a Nemoidian dressed in a purple sling bikini and dancing shoes. "Have my newest slave cleaned and have her hair done. Diva, hold her hair back."
"At once, master." The Zabrak named Diva said as she pulled back Padme's long brown hair, making her naked body visible once again as she was forced to step out of the shoes and pull off the bracelets.
Padme yelped as she felt a sponge rubbing against her body. A Gammorean guard was scrubbing her naked form with soap and a bucket of solvent, making her uncomfortable since he was scrubbing her especially intimate parts. As he did so, he groped Padme and stroked her bare body, earning him a few slaps.
"Back off!" Padme hissed, making Jabba yank her chains tighter.
The guard only continued scrubbing, rivulets of grime leaving Padme's naked body as he then scrubbed her hair with his hands, yanking and tugging as Padme yelped in pain as his fingers ran through her hair like the galaxy's worst comb. She was then blasted with a compressed-air hose to dry her, almost knocking her off of her feet as the crowd laughed at her misfortune.
Padme's hair was then wrapped it up into two halves, the Nemoidian woman, obviously Miranda, pulling out a few hair clips and attaching them to Padme's hair to draw it into two separate ponytails. The naked queen was no longer afforded the luxury of her long hair to hide her most private assets from the crowd, and she knew it well. She glanced around her as she realized just how horribly exposed she felt as she was finally allowed to put her bracelets back on as her only form of clothing at all.
"There, you look so sexy." Miranda said as she leaned forward, her violet sling bikini barely holding her 36-DD breasts in place. "Just obey the master and you'll do fine. You're not a virgin, so you'll feel less pain when he takes you."
"Indeed, you're beautiful." Diva said as she pressed her blood-red body against Padme, who noticed the horns on the crest of her forehead had been filed down so that they were no longer sharp but rather rounded and almost comical-looking. "I'm glad you're likely going to stay nude for the time being, your body is so yummy…"
Padme blushed as Diva grabbed her close and kissed her full on the lips, her metal bikini pressing against her nude form. The crowd cheered and hooted as Padme felt herself growing moist between her legs against her will. Diva's tongue worked its way into Padme's mouth, making the naked queen squirm and squeal in protest. Padme felt her ponytails being tugged and whipped around as Miranda slid closer and ground against her in a lewd performance, her silver sling bikini glistening as Padme flinched at the unwanted sexual touching.
"Now now, girls. Enough of that for now." Jabba said as he tugged Padme's chains. "Finish preparing her."
Diva picked up a small laser hair trimmer and turned it on, making Padme flinch as she stroked it up and down her legs, removing all the hairs from her thighs to her shins. She then moved farther upwards towards the naked queen's pubic triangle, making her yelp and close her legs.
"Hold still!" Diva said as she attempted to hold Padme's legs apart.
The naked slave girl continued moving, trying hard not to allow the trimmer to touch her most private parts.
"Orthug, hold her still." Miranda said with an exasperated sigh.
A Gammorean guard stepped up and grabbed Padme's feet, holding her in place as a huge, ugly pair of shin-length metal and rubber boots were clamped over her feet, locked in place by the bands surrounding them. The instant her feet were released, Padme tried to run anywhere but the center of the throne room. However, Jabba pressed a button on his throne and the boots crackled with magnetic power, holding them to the ground and making her almost fall forwards.
"There, now don't try to run again." Jabba said as his guard grabbed Padme and molested her naked body as she struggled to move in the ugly magnetic boots. "I would hate for my slave to injure herself unduly."
"Take these boots off of me right now." Padme demanded as she struggled to move.
"No." Jabba said as he smirked. "They suit you very well, my queen. It fits that one so elegant and feminine should wear something so ugly and masculine."
She couldn't even budge an inch in these boots, magnetized as they were to the steel floor. The Gammoreans grabbed her naked body and held her hands behind her back, one of them grabbing her left boot with a clamp and sliding it so that her legs were spread wide apart. Diva Shaliqua then walked forward, her electric-blue hair standing up like a pom-pom as she knelt before Padme and pressed the laser trimmer against her pussy lips.
"Just for trying to run, you're getting the hard burn." Miranda snapped as she turned the trimmer up to full power, making it glow orange. "Hope you've been doing your Kegels…"
Padme yelped in pain as the glowing-hot trimmer was thrust against her vulva, making burning pain shoot through the lips of her pussy. The hairs were burned off one by one, leaving Padme as bare and hairless between her legs as a prepubescent girl. The last of her body hairs were removed and the magnetic boots deactivated, finally allowing Padme to walk again. Jabba tugged her chain and yanked hard, making Padme run. The boots decreased the flexibility of her legs somewhat, and running was difficult to do when they were practically all she wore. Her bare breasts swung slightly, held up due their firmness. Padme ran onto the throne and was pulled into Jabba's bulk, his hands groping her naked body in front of his courtiers.
"You look beautiful naked, Padme my queen. And those magna-boots only accentuate your lovely thighs." Jabba said as he reached down and groped her bare lips of her vulva, making her yelp as she felt his violations between her legs. "And with no one to know where you are, who is to save you now?"
Padme moaned as Jabba continued plunging his fingers deeper and deeper, making her juices flow onto his fat fingers.
"Don't you dare…touch me!" she growled, not liking the tingling sensation that made itself known between her thighs.
"Why not?" Jabba asked as he continued rubbing along the interior of her womanhood. "You are not a virgin. These sensations are not alien to you."
Padme started to draw back her foot for a kick, when Jabba pressed a button and activated the boots again, immobilizing the naked queen once more. He then wrapped his tail around her thighs and rubbed it against the moist lips of her vulva, making her gasp.
"Please…stop…!" she begged as Jabba continued touching.
"Call me master and I will." Jabba demanded.
"Never." Padme said as she felt herself growing wet and tingly.
"Then I will not stop." Jabba said as he plunged his finger into her vagina, making her moan.
Padme closed her eyes as she wished she could do the same with her legs, feeling herself growing hornier by the minute. She wished she could move, that she could close her thighs, but she could not. She felt her bladder calling and prayed she would be allowed to relieve herself. As Jabba fingered her more and more, she found her colon tightening as well, and cursed herself for not using the refresher when she left for the mission. She did not want to relieve herself there on Jabba, because who knew what he would do to her then?
"Master…" Padme said, hating the words that came from her mouth. "…I have to relieve my bladder."
Jabba deactivated the magnetic boots, allowing Padme to walk again.
"Then relieve yourself in this spot, my pet." Jabba said as he pointed to his throne.
Padme walked up in her heavy magnet boots, her ponytails swinging. She looked around on the throne and gasped when she spotted it. A huge, solid rubber plug mottled with filth and rot, a metal ring strung through it, was plugged into a depression in the throne. Judging from the scent, it was obvious what it was used for and Padme did not like it.
"Or would you prefer a diaper to reduce the burden on your pretty head, pet?" Jabba asked with a grin as he held up a huge, padded diaper and plastic panty with hearts surrounding an image of his face on the front, motioning to an enormous bag filled with identical diapers. "After all, a queen must be serviced by her courtiers. And my girls would not mind changing you when I allow them to."
Padme balked at the thought of being forced to wear a diaper and plastic panties. The idea of wearing a gigantic diaper in public, having to be checked and changed like an infant with no control over where and when she was changed, and even then only when Jabba wished it so…the humiliation would be too much to bear. She quickly grabbed the plug and desperately tugged at it, tugging and pulling like her life depended on it, for her dignity definitely did. The filthy, mottled plug was stuck tight. She yanked harder, the plug popped slightly as she tugged again. The damn plug seemed to be permanently stuck as Jabba's slaves approached her with the giant diaper with humiliatingly infantile decorations.
"Come on, come on…!" Padme begged mentally, pulling with all her might.
The plug suddenly came loose with a loud FOOMP, making the naked queen tumble backwards into the girls holding her diaper, who then tumbled over. Padme quickly scrambled to the hole and squatted, releasing the pressure on the bladder. She spread her legs wide, preventing her magnetic boots from being splashed with urine as the crowd jeered and laughed, losing more of her innocence before the crowd.
"So, you are potty-trained after all, my pet!" Jabba shouted out loud as the crowd continued jeering and laughing, Padme standing up and cleaning herself with chemical wipes given to her by a slave girl. "Good girl, my pet, make some wee-wee for your lord and master!"
Padme turned dark red as she finished and stood naked before the crowd, slowly walking back to the throne as her firm breasts hung from her chest. She had never felt so humiliated in her entire life. Jabba pulled her into his flesh again as two slave girls replaced the huge plug in the throne and walked away. He licked her naked body from head to toe, making Padme moan as he stroked her bare flesh and pulled on her pigtails. The immature hairstyle, the infantile manner she was forced to act in, even the threat of wearing that diaper…Padme felt more and more like she was being de-aged to a baby, dependent upon her master. She sat on the throne as Jabba kissed and licked her bare flesh, making her feel unwholesomely horny. She held her legs so that her electro-mag boots hung over the mock-thick stone of the throne. Apparently the ground was not stone at all, but rather metal made to look like stone. Padme looked at the Rancor pit and wondered what would happen if she was magnetized to the grating.
"Do not trouble your mind, my pet. Just sit and look pretty." Jabba rumbled as he pulled Padme closer, her skin crawling at the horrific feeling of his sticky flesh. "You belong to me now."
Padme resigned herself. Nobody knew she was here, nobody was looking for her, and since she was out on private business, none would dare interrupt her with a comlink call, even if she was able to receive it. The isolation made her feel absolutely lonely, doomed to be a naked pet to a grossly flabby crime lord for the rest of her life. Her chains drooped onto the throne and clinked loudly, the sound deafening to her ears.
"All right everyone, from the top!" yelled the leader of a pop band wearing a trashy pink outfit. "One, two three!"
The crowd's roars grew louder and louder until Padme felt like she was inside a jet engine, the awful music blasting her eardrums as she sat naked on the throne, her pigtails swinging. Her magnetic boots felt extremely heavy, making her feel like she was sitting with weights locked on her feet. Padme's collar felt heavy on her neck, and when her head rested on it, it forced her neck upwards due to its solid durasteel construction. The party went on for hours upon hours, many courtiers mocking her and spitting on her and exposing themselves to her. Padme was close to tears as she sat in nothing but her magnetic boots, her long pigtails draping over the sides of her head and removing any possibility of her hair ever providing coverage for her face or body as long as they were in such a style.
"Do not despair, my pet." Jabba said as he fondled and molested his exposed slave girl. "I will take care of you."
Padme sat on the throne, feeling filthy, humiliated and so horribly exposed. Jabba continued stroking her naked body as she sat shaking and cold in the palace. Padme hated everything about her current predicament, her nudity, her immature hairstyle that made her appear like a naïve little girl, the threat of being forced to wear a diaper, it was as if she were being transformed from a mature woman to an infant again.
"I don't need you taking care of me, master." Padme said as she sat on the throne.
"Oh, but you do, my pet." Jabba said as he kissed Padme's bare buttocks. "You are an immature girl, you are 5 years old and I am your teacher and guide."
Padme knew what he was doing. Jabba was using psychological techniques to humiliate and 'care' for her to endear himself to her. She knew that much at least about him. She knew that he would easily infantilize her if given half the chance, and she did not know what that would entail besides being forced to wear a diaper. Jabba was pretty good at it, because as he stroked her naked flesh with his huge hands, Padme felt a comfortable warmth spreading through her chest. She was actually feeling warm and cozy in Jabba's enormous, sticky hands. What was happening to her?
"You like this…" Jabba said as he grabbed Padme's crotch. "…admit it to your lord and owner."
"You're a pig." Padme said as she struggled to move, her feet not obeying her commands.
"Call me master." Jabba commanded.
"You're a pig, master!" Padme shouted as she stood naked before him, spitting at him as the crowd gasped.
Jabba smiled and wiped the spittle off of his face, his slimy tail whipping Padme's bare legs. Her knees buckled and she immediately was knocked down, her magnetic boots being deactivated so that she could fall on her bare butt in front of the throne room. Suddenly, three guards held Padme tighter as she struggled against their grip, the naked queen spitting and biting at the Gammoreans as they held her tight.
"Never insult me again unless I wish it." Jabba said as he pressed a button to reactivate Padme's magnet boots as soon as she was placed closer to him, placing her in a sitting position on the throne.
The boots were reactivated, forcing Padme to remain sitting above the toilet hole in the throne with her legs out flat. She struggled to move, but with her boots magnetized to the ground, she could only stand upright or sit.
"For I can immobilize you whenever I wish, but I would prefer you to move for me, my pet." Jabba said as he tugged Padme's collar. "Apologize to me and you will be forgiven."
Padme stayed silent as she sat naked but for her magnet boots. She refused to swallow her pride and apologize for being strong and fiery. Although she was completely naked, she refused to cover herself. She felt it showed more dignity to stand naked in her restraining boots and collar than to beg for anything from Jabba.
"Apologize!" Jabba growled as he tugged Padme's chains, making her choke and gag.
"I'm sorry…master…!" Padme gasped as her knees shook.
Jabba let go, allowing Padme to breathe once more as she sat naked and humiliated on the throne. His crowd cheered and laughed, some of them jeering at Padme as they passed.
"You have disappointed me, Kahnkee." He said as he held Padme closer. "Perhaps tomorrow you shall learn the proper respect."
He pulled her closer and yanked her chains so that she was against his sticky, cold bulk, some of his courtiers unrolling bedrolls and laying on the floor.
"Sleep, Kun'chee." Jabba said as he tugged her closer, her magnetic boots clunking. "I have much to discuss with you tomorrow."
Padme lay down on the throne, naked and humiliated in her golden collar and magnetic boots. She felt absolutely exposed, violated and shameful, abused and molested, touched wherever Jabba wished. She lay down on the throne and tried hard to sleep, trying to relax enough to enter REM sleep.
"Anakin, please find me!" Padme thought as she sat, naked and immobilized on the throne with her magnet boots forcing her to sleep in and uncomfortable sitting position next to Jabba. "I can't take this, I just can't!"
She prayed naked on the throne, her firm breasts expanding and contracting as she breathed in and out fearfully. Padme was a very strong woman, but this kind of humiliation would break any woman. Her girlish pigtails swung as she sat down, laying against Jabba's frigid bulk. She shivered and wrapped her arms around her bare breasts. She prayed Anakin would find her, find out where she was.
"Force, please help him find me." Padme begged before she felt asleep, naked, humiliated and defiled. "He's my only hope."
Next time: Padme's punishment for defying Jabba. Please comment and favorite if you like this story!