Chapter 9: return to the Jundland palace
Jabba's not going to be too happy…rated M, adults only.
Padme awoke the next morning, feeling more relaxed than she had ever felt in days. The warm morning air of Tatooine relaxed her bare skin as she climbed out of bed, feeling embarrassed about her nakedness as she put her purple sling bikini back on.
"Good morning, highness." Rotta said as he awoke, making Padme jump slightly.
"Good morning, Rotta. You startled me!" she said as she tried to adjust her top, struggling with the straps. "I was just trying to get…dressed…"
"Here, let me help." Rotta said as he tugged at the straps, making the breast coverings slide into place. "Jabba says that he want to leave as soon as possible. He wants you with him now."
Padme nodded. It made sense that Jabba wouldn't want to stay here with his now-ex-son. She stepped into her crystal high heels and walked away, tripping slightly as Rotta respectfully helped her walk.
"Thank you Rotta." Padme said, hobbling slightly as she walked in her humiliating purple bikini. "I'm sorry about last night, I didn't mean to cause such turmoil-"
"Don't worry. You were the flashpoint, not the cause." Rotta said as he helped her walk. "It's been building between us for a while now, ever since last year when I was kidnaped. And now that I know the truth behind his 'rescuing' slave girls…I don't think there will ever be peace between us."
Padme hugged him as he slithered along with her, taking his hand in her own and leaning into his bulk as they walked into the main living room, the sight of Jabba's bulk becoming etched into their eyesight.
"Ah, my lovely pet returns." Jabba said as he accepted the chains Rotta held. "Thank you, my son."
"I am not your son anymore." Rotta said as he turned around. "Please just leave, before I do something we'll both regret."
Jabba looked sad as Rotta slithered away, his red/orange eyes turning somber as Padme sat down on his hovering throne.
"Goodbye, queen Amidala." Rotta said as he closed the door to his house, with Jabba slithering back onto his skiff.
Padme watched as the Hutt closed the windows, leaving her with his father alone and dressed in her purple sling bikini. Suddenly, she felt a tug on her chains as Jabba pulled her into his bulk.
"What did you do, you whore?" Jabba roared, his rage pouring onto his slave like a hurricane's wind.
"I thought it was time somebody told him the truth about his father." Padme spat angrily at him, standing defiant with her hands on her hips.
"And here I thought you were starting to learn obedience…" Jabba said as he snapped his fingers.
The guards surrounded Padme and pointed their vibroaxes at her, making the half-naked queen gasp. She shuddered as the blades came closer and closer to her barely-clad body.
"Strip." Jabba commanded.
Padme gasped. Here? Now? In front of all these men in full public view of anybody who would happen to be passing by at the moment? She couldn't handle such humiliation.
"Please no." Padme pleaded as the guards came closer. "Please don't do this."
"Strip!" Jabba repeated, the guards poking her with the vibroblades.
Padme slowly undid her costume, handing it to a guard as she covered herself with her small hands. A passing landspeeder full of men laughed at her as she stood nude before them like a prostitute, covering herself shyly.
"Good, now put this on." Jabba commanded, handing her an all-too-familiar garment. "You have had your clothing privileges and refresher privileges rescinded again, my queen."
Padme looked down at the familiar sight of a huge, padded diaper and plastic panties, realizing what she was to be wearing until Jabba said otherwise. She reluctantly strapped the diaper onto her crotch, the plastic panty following in short order. Her pasties came next as she slid them on, giving herself the appearance of a porn star or prostitute appealing to a diaper fetishist. Jabba licked his lips at her humiliation and grinned as she stood before him, blushing red and on the verge of tears as he held a large bottle out for her to drink.
"Thank your master for your clothing." He demanded as he poured the liquid down Padme's parched throat.
"Thank you, master." Padme said as she wiped her lips and walked behind him like a true slave girl, following her master as his throne hovered through the sand dunes of Tatooine and into the skiff.
"Cast off!" Jabba yelled to his men as the skiff cast away, almost knocking Padme on her butt from the power.
There was silence for hours as they flew across the Dune Sea, with Padme sitting next to her bloated master in her humiliating pasties, diaper and plastic panties once more. She leaned back and sighed in relief that she had relieved Jabba of a son, feeling a sick satisfaction in driving a family apart. Padme suddenly felt her stomach grumbling, and crossed her legs.
"Oogh…" she moaned as her stomach felt horrible. "…oh no…"
"Feeling tummy troubles, little queen?" Jabba said in a knowing tone.
Padme realized that the drink she had accepted was filled with diuretics and stool softeners, and since she had gone all night without visiting the refresher, she couldn't hold her waste in any longer. She reluctantly squatted and relieved herself into the diaper, her solid and fluid waste alike filling the padded garment as her plastic panties prevented any leaks.
"Good, now sit here." Jabba commanded.
"Master, will you not change your pet?" Padme pleaded, wishing she didn't have to feel her own waste in her diaper.
"No." Jabba said as he pulled Padme onto his seat. "You have turned my son against me. As such, you will not be changed until I deem it necessary."
He clapped his hands, making two slave girls walk forth with another, even bigger diaper and plastic panty, removing Padme's panty as she gasped.
"However, I will make it so that you can wear that diaper to its fullest capacity." Jabba said with a grin, making Padme gasp as the girls wrapped another diaper over her crotch, wrapping the panties over the crotch as a pair of steel spheres were locked over her hands, rendering them useless. "This should last at least another 12 hours. Now, won't you thank me for being such a generous master?"
Padme felt absolute shame and humiliation at her predicament, knowing she was not to be changed for hours upon hours. She relished the little time she had been given to wear more adult clothing, granted it was little more than a prostitute's lingerie, but all the same, she wished for it. Padme realized this was the intent of her diapers, to endear her to such slutty clothing. She looked up at the Dune Sea outside the skiff as she looked at the distance. The palace was at least 18 hours away by skiff. Padme sighed. She knew she was in for an uncomfortable time.
20 hours later…
Padme lay on the throne as her crotch burned with agonizing diaper rash, her own waste building up inside the soaking-wet double diapers under the huge plastic panties. She itched and moaned as Jabba pulled her chains taught, making her rub against her cold skin.
"We're here." Jabba said as Padme sprung to her feet, making him knock her down with his tail. "Down, slut, I didn't say you could stand. Crawl along like the little baby queen you are."
Padme groaned in pain as the burning sensation of full-on diaper rash hit her like a speeder, the waste soaked through both diapers she had been forced to wear. It was like she wore a giant cotton ball around her crotch, and the burning sensation was like a beehive. The infantile queen was led into the palace as Jabba tugged her past slave girls, dancers, guards, and Bo'marr monks, all of whom regarded her as either an object to be seen or touched or a slave to be ignored. Padme was led onto a huge table in the middle of his empty court as Jabba led her onto it, clamping her arms and legs in place with manacles.
"Do you wish to be changed?" he asked as Azura approached Padme, her bronze chastity bikini shining in the dim light.
Padme nodded, eager to be in a fresh diaper and treated for her horrible rash.
"Then obey me and only me, and do not speak a word unless spoken to, understand?!" Jabba roared, slapping Padme across the face.
"Yes, master!" Padme said, horrified at the words coming from her mouth.
"Change her." Jabba demanded as Azura undid her plastic panty, wincing at the stench. "Right here and right now, for all to see."
The crowd laughed and jeered, throwing used tampons and pads at the queen as she lay back, helpless as a baby as Azura folded her legs into the diaper position and undid both gigantic diapers, cleaning the queen's rash-covered crotch. Padme cooed at the sensation of cold cleaning fluid on her burning crotch, relishing being clean for the first time in hours. She flushed red with humiliation as her diapers were replaced with a fresh one, the humiliating plastic panty replaced over her crotch. Padme had never been so humiliated in her entire life, and never wanted to see another diaper as long as she lived. Even if she had children someday, padme would never be able to touch another diaper for fear of having flashbacks to her time as a diapered slave girl.
"Now, thank me and Azura for being so kind." Jabba demanded. "Now!"
"T-Thank you, master Jabba, and thank y-you Azura, f-for being such k-kind caretakers of y-your helpless p-pet." Padme stammered, shuddering as her pasties were replaced over her wide nipples.
"Good, now time for my meetings." Jabba demanded as he pulled Padme into his bulk. "The hour grows near and we must meet with the local swoop gang leaders."
Padme leaned back on the throne in her humongous diaper and pasties, shuddering at the thought of remaining in this state for the rest of her life. Padme prayed that Anakin would find out about her somehow, someway, for she couldn't take this humiliation anymore. For one day, she had worn clothing that an adult woman would wear…and then it was taken from her once again. Padme couldn't, wouldn't, handle that humiliation anymore.
"Please help me, Anakin Skywalker." Padme begged to herself as her diaper crinkled again. "You're my only hope."
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