A family trip chapter 2: meeting in Anchorhead
Here's where we meet Rotta, rated M, remember.
Hours later…
Padme leaned back on the throne in her purple sling bikini, garter stockings and pink crystal high-heels, feeling almost as humiliated as before as the skiff soared across the sands. Sure, she no longer wore her disgusting diaper and plastic panties, but she still felt objectified and humiliated all the same. At least there was no chance of being checked and changed like an infant in public this time…
"Come, my pet. Look out the window at our destination." Jabba said as he tugged her chains.
Padme stood up and walked to the window, her breasts falling out of the flimsy sling straps as she did so. She quickly stuffed them back into her costume, blushing red as the guards accompanying them laughed like crazy at her humiliation. Padme looked out the window and saw a large building in the usual Anchorhead style of architecture, made of sandstone painted white with limestone to protect it from the sandstorms. It was a large, squared-off building that had two stories, and a huge portcullis for the entrance. Padme was curious as to how much Rotta had grown since she had seen him last, and since he was a teenager now, she could actually relate to him a little more than if she had last seen him. The skiff stopped and Padme almost fell off the throne as the crowd laughed at her, with Jabba slithering off of his throne and onto the floor.
"Come, my pet. Let us meet Rotta." Jabba said as he tugged her chains and pulled her behind him, forcing the scantily-clad queen to follow him for fear of being choked or pulled over or both. "He is of an age where he would be most interested in meeting a young woman such as yourself. And I would say, your current attire will please him greatly…"
Padme walked along behind her master, her crystal shoes clinking with every step. She felt so absolutely objectified in this outfit, and wished Rotta was at least less perverted than his father was. A couple guards walked up to the door and knocked hard in a special combination, rapping on the doorframe as well. An electronic eyeball popped out and spoke in Huttese, greeting the guards as they motioned towards Jabba and Padme. Seconds later, the eyeball slid back in and the door opened with a loud rumbling noise. Padme felt the throne move again as she was taken into the cubic, two-story building, curious as to what kind of a Hutt Rotta was. She could see no sign of wealth as usual with Hutts, and everything looked a little more humble and less gaudy than Jabba's distasteful and sleazy decorations.
"Ah my son, you look well!" Jabba rumbled as Padme turned to see another Hutt approaching them. "My, how you've grown."
Padme found herself looking wide-eyed at Rotta, who was now almost half the size of Jabba as opposed to being so small you could pick him up. His big yellow eyes looked at her in lust and she did not like it. But for some reason, she could sense no malice towards her, no sexual hunger that belied civilized behavior, just teenage hormonal lust. This reassured her somewhat, even as Rotta looked at her as any teenage male would.
"Hi dad, how's it been?" Rotta said as he slithered closer, looking at Padme as she subtly covered her midriff with her arms. "Who is this?"
"Ah, how rude of me. Allow me to introduce the former Queen Padme Amidala of Naboo." Jabba said as he tugged Padme's chains. "Kahnkee, say hello to my son."
"Hello." Padme said flatly, adjusting her purple sling bikini as she noticed her breasts had slipped from the sling 'bra' again.
She grimaced as she hid her firm bosoms from view once more, with Rotta looking at her shyly but in arousal.
"Dad, she looks beautiful." Rotta said as he reached out and took Padme's hand in his own. "You have a lovely face, queen Amidala."
Padme blushed at both the compliment and her own humiliation as Rotta kissed her hand, leaving a sticky sheen of slime on her skin as it dried in the desert heat. She stood still as her crystal shoes clinked together, her long hair draping down to her shoulder blades.
"Thank my son for the compliment, my pet." Jabba said as he patted Padme's butt with his huge hands.
Padme grimaced at the unwelcome touching, but cleared her throat.
"Thank you, Rotta." She said as she stood still. "Your words are most welcome to a slave's ears."
Jabba beamed at Padme not referring to herself in first person, tugging her chains and pulling her into his sticky bulk. The queen's one-piece costume accentuated her lovely skin, and Rotta couldn't help but stare as she shone in the sunlight coming in through the windows of the desert home.
"Now, shall we talk?" Jabba said as he pulled Padme into the dining room. "My pet, it has been a while since you last ate."
Padme nodded, knowing she would not get another opportunity to eat. Jabba pulled her into a large dining room as Rotta opened a large container of worms and paddy frogs on a rounded table, along with two full goblets of Naboo blossom wine and a bowl of creamed grains. Padme walked over to the table and was ready to sit on a chair before Jabba knocked it away with his tail.
"Chairs are for freepersons, my little queen." He said with a grin as he poured the wine into a bowl for her to drink from. "Sit on the floor and eat with your mouth only, like a slave girl should."
Padme felt even more humiliated as she squatted down and sat flat on her butt on the floor, the table coming up to above her chest from where she sat. She was handed a large plate of food as Jabba ate handfuls of paddy frogs, creamed grains, huge, cooked insects, bantha steak, and krayt dragon drumsticks. Jabba was eating such a huge lunch it made Padme ill to watch as plate after plate of food vanished into his enormous gullet, some of it sloshing out onto her skin as she ate like an animal, with no hands and only her mouth.
"So, my son, how are you doing?" Jabba asked as Padme sipped from the bowl and licked up creamed grains with her tongue.
"Better than the last time, that's for sure." Rotta said, gulping slightly as he ate a handful of bantha steak. "Uncle Ziro was awful. Why would he kidnap me like that?"
"Business, my son. It often gets in the way of family affairs." Jabba said as he handed Padme a handful of crickets. "Eat, my pet."
Padme ate them out of his hand, humiliated by the gesture of ownership she was forced to accept for fear of punishment. She leaned back as she felt her sling bikini slipping again. Padme pulled at the flimsy purple fabric just as Jabba slapped her hands down, thinking she was using then to eat. Padme blushed as her breasts were exposed to Jabba and his son, and quickly did her top back up, eager to hide her sacred femininity to anyone watching.
"In fact, I am going to see to it that nobody else bothers you again, my son." Jabba said as he tugged Padme closer to him, pouring wine down her throat and over her bikini top. "Now, as a little treat for my visit, I will give you my newest slave girl for the night. She is most accommodating."
He released Padme into Rotta's hands, making the woman flinch slightly as he held her hands. Padme found that Rotta was not as slimy as Jabba, and was actually very gentle with her, and very polite as he refilled her wine and offered her more food from their meal. The dry Tatooine air blew through the room, making her eyes water slightly.
"Are you okay?" Rotta asked as Padme looked up at him in terror.
"She is merely shy, my son. The queen is unused to being dressed as such." Jabba said with a grin.
"Your girls usually are." Rotta said with a smile. "May I speak with her in private for a moment? I would very much like to get to know her."
"Of course." Jabba said as he detached the chain from Padme's collar. "I will continue to admire your lovely home. You may speak to him, my queen."
Padme quickly moved away from Jabba, fearful to speak without punishment. Jabba slithered into the adjoining room. She leaned into Rotta like a good, obedient slave girl should, and whimpered slightly.
"Hey, hey…it's okay." Rotta said, stroking Padme's back. "I'm not going to hurt you, we will keep you safe from whoever owned you before."
"I was never owned by anybody." Padme said as she shuddered in his arms. "Jabba caught me just a couple days ago. I was on a spy mission for the Republic military and I followed a false lead."
"What?" Rotta asked, surprised. "I thought he bought you from somebody."
"Why would you think that?" Padme asked, tears falling from her eyes. "What do you think your father does with slave girls?"
"My father told me he usually buys slave girls because they were owned by bad masters. He says it liberates them and he teaches them how to behave among freemen." Rotta said as he held out his arms. "Come here, you need a hug desperately."
Padme shook her head, staying far away from the Hutt before her. She shuddered as her purple sling bikini rode up in the rear, the bottom digging into the cleavage between her buttocks.
"I'm not touching you." She said as she folded her arms across her chest. "Do you know what he does to his girls?"
"I know he buys them to give them a better life, treats them with luxury. He gives them the finest clothing and even gives them new homes sometimes." Rotta said, still beckoning Padme to come to him. "They are safe and protected with him."
"Sithspit!" Padme cursed, crouching down to hide her scantily-clad body. "He keeps them in chains and forces them to strip naked in front of hundreds of men. He beats them and gropes them, rapes them if he chooses, and forces them to wear diapers if he thinks they need 'special training'. Safe? Protected? They're worse off with him than if they were out in the Dune Sea."
Rotta looked shocked at this, realizing exactly what Padme was saying.
"I don't think my father would like his slave lying to his own son about their treatment." Rotta said, frowning slightly.
"You think I'm lying?" Padme hissed as she adjusted her top again. "I've been subjected to gropes, diaper training and diaper rash. I've been raped by his guards, threatened with death by Nexus he keeps in that pit in his palace, and he doesn't even call me a human but calls me the name of my genitalia."
Rotta looked even more shocked as he looked at her questioningly, taking careful note of the young woman in the purple bikini. Padme's eyes were wide and frightened. Her skin was clammy and sweaty, covered in gooseflesh. Her legs shook and her crotch bore signs of diaper rash from earlier, as well as bruises from a spanking. This was not the look of a woman that was safe in Jabba's palace.
"What did he do to you?" Rotta asked, horrified.
"I told you already." Padme said, practically spitting out the words as she sat on the chair and turned away from the young Hutt. "All I said, that wasn't just talk. I've experienced it all."
Rotta gasped and slithered closer, taking note of the young queen's lovely skin. He reached out to her and took her hands in his, looking up at her beautiful face.
"Hey, dad?" Rotta called out.
"Yes, my son?" jabba asked with a chuckle.
"May the queen stay with me tonight?" Rotta asked.
"Of course, my son." Jabba said with another chuckle. "Your curiosity pleases me, Rotta. You may discover all about this lovely creature tonight."
Rotta held Padme in his arms, knowing that his idea of 'curiosity' was much different than Jabba's. He looked at Padme's lovely body, noting how the purple bikini accentuated her form, and for the first time, noted the marks on a slave's body. He saw bruises around her breasts and crotch, as well as bruises on her buttocks where there was reddish diaper rash from being forced into a giant diaper without being changed. He saw the fear in her eyes and the way she pulled back from his touch…and he realized for the first time exactly what being Jabba's slave girl entailed.
"They really…raped you?" Rotta asked, shuddering slightly. "They beat you, and he hurt you even more?"
Padme nodded, tears falling from her lovely eyes. Rotta reached up and wiped them away, making her cry even harder as he snuggled her close.
"He h-horrified me b-beyond measure." Padme said as she sniffled, wiping her red eyes. "He even has a pregnant slave girl take care of me so that I won't do anything because he'll probably do something worse to her next. He's kept me in diapers for days now, and this is the only time in three days that he's given me something that isn't infantile plastic clothing and a diaper the size of a parachute."
Rotta gasped as he hugged her close, gently kissing her face. Padme found she enjoyed his kisses more than Jabba's slimy licks and slobbers, and found Rotta to be far less slimy in general. He pulled her back to look at her and Padme wiped her eyes, with Rotta's thick fingers cupping her beautiful face.
"Why would he lie to me?" Rotta asked, confused.
"He bent the truth, considerably so." Padme said, sniffling and adjusting her humiliating purple bikini. "The only reason I'm wearing this bikini is because he thinks I've been housebroken enough to go without diapers for one day."
Rotta glared as Padme leaned into him in fear, hugging him closer. She imagined it was Anakin holding her like this, so strong, so kind…
"I promise you, I won't touch you unless you want me to." Rotta said as he directed Padme to a large bed. "Here, you can sleep here tonight. I'll sleep in the living room."
"Oh, I couldn't take your bed…!" Padme started before Rotta placed a hand over her mouth.
"Please, you've suffered enough. Besides, I have to talk to my father about your treatment." Rotta said, holding out a robe as Padme adjusted her top again, this time pulling at her uncomfortable crystal shoes. "Just get cozy, get naked and sleep. If you're shy naked, you can put on a robe for the night, just don't wear that bikini tonight if it's uncomfortable to you."
Padme hugged him close, her heart thrilling at his kindness as she pulled back and started to undo her sling bikini, making Rotta cover his eyes respectfully. She hadn't felt this comfortable with anyone besides Anakin.
"Oh…I'll leave now." He said, blushing red as he slithered away and bumped into the wall on his way out. "Get cozy, I'll talk with my dad about this."
Padme felt so happy being respected as a woman by a Hutt, especially how respectful he was about her privacy. She removed her costume and hung it up on a hook, sliding beneath the covers of the huge bed and relaxing for the first time in days. Padme snuggled nude beneath the covers, listening closely to the commotion that started to echo through the rooms. Padme could only make out a few words because of the thick walls, but could make out certain phrases.
"She was stripped…diapers and…changed…in front…crowd?" Rotta's voice said, sounding angry.
"Keeps her…for fear of…proper slave service." Jabba said, his voice sounding pleased with himself.
"I never knew that…said that you…and protected…not stripped and tortured!" Rotta said in anger.
"You'll…when you're older…must learn…son." Jabba's voice said again.
"What kind of…are you…do things like this?" Rotta's voice said as the sound of a goblet breaking could be heard.
"I thought…taught you…family business." Jabba's voice said, sounding sad. "This is…Desilijic Tiure clan…for centuries."
"Well if…then I…no part of it!" Rotta's voice said, followed by the sound of ceramics breaking.
Padme leaned back in the soft bed, her naked body feeling warm and cozy under the covers. She heard the sands of the Dune Sea swirling around and shifting as she leaned back and closed her eyes.
"Are you cozy, highness?" Rotta's voice said, sounding strained.
Padme looked up, noting Rotta's upset face. His eyes drooped and his mouth was wide open. He slithered closer and patted her bare back slightly, making her wince.
"I'm happy to say I will no longer be considered Jabba's son." He said as he stroked her bare back. "Anyone who does this kind of horrible things to women…I would rather see dead than be related to them."
"You're a nice Hutt, Rotta." Padme said as she shuddered, rolling over and laying on her back. "I wish I had met you when you were young. It seems like so fast to grow up…"
"I'm leaving in the morning." Rotta said as he grabbed the keys to his starship. "And I don't think I'm ever coming back."
"Rotta, could you…stay with me tonight?" Padme asked, feeling comfort in his presence.
Rotta gulped and slithered onto the bed, carefully making sure there was a few pillows between him and the naked queen.
"Of course, highness." He said as he pulled the covered over her nude form. "Sleep tight."
Padme snuggled under the covers, nude as when she was firstborn. She felt so comfy around him, so protected and warm…she felt the covers brush over her bare body and reveled in the feeling of not having to sleep in a diaper and plastic panties that trapped heat around her crotch, not having pasties that made her nipples cold and erect. In the palace, nudity would be exposing and humiliating. Here however, she was safe in Rotta's arms. Padme relished the feeling, drifting off to sleep with the satisfaction that her rapist had been deprived of a son. However, at the back of her mind, she was positive that Jabba would find a way to punish her for this…
To be continued.