PADME IN THE PALACE CHAPTER 10: a day in court
Padme sat on the throne in her humungous diaper and plastic panties as courtiers and dealers talked with Jabba about various things. They ignored her by and large, treating her like a cute decoration with her girlish pigtails, padded diaper and magnetic boots. However, some were distracted by her nearly-nude state, making them lose money on certain deals with Jabba. Padme's topless state humiliated her since she was so exposed before the court, with no privacy to speak of and even her ability to use the refresher like an adult being taken from her. The toilet hole in the throne had even been welded shut, leaving her nothing but her diaper as she sat and ate paddy frogs and worms, much to her disgust. But she endured them, since they were all she was allowed to eat right now.
"Now, my pet. Stand up and be tended to so you can dance for us." Jabba said as he prodded Padme with his fat hands. "Show us how a queen can entertain my court."
Padme stood and slowly walked into a hole in the crowd cleared for her, her diaper crinkling loudly as she moved. Her pigtails swung around as her magnet boots clanked with every step.
"Not with those, my pet." Jabba said as he activated the boots, immobilizing her. "You have been good this morning, silent and obedient as you are supposed to be, so you will not have to wear those ugly boots."
He pulled a key from one of his slave girls, unlocking the magnetic boots and allowing Padme to step out of them as they stripped off her plastic panty and unstrapped her diaper, the queen rubbing her sore feet that chafed from being forced into the cumbersome boots. A slave girl set down the pink pair of crystal high heels she had been made to wear previously, guiding Padme to sit down on a chair like a mother guiding a young girl. Her diaper was replaced with a fresh one, making her skin crawl as the garment was placed over her crotch.
"Tend to my pet's makeup as well." Jabba said as he chewed up some frogs that squirmed as he swallowed them. "Make her lovely for my court."
Padme stood still as Azura walked forward in her bronze chastity bikini, followed by Alusia as her pregnant belly swung slightly. They held a pair of painting palettes and makeup boxes, painting Padme's toenails with red nail polish before guiding her feet into the pink crystal shoes. Looking back on these, Padme realized they resembled the glass slippers of a princess in one of her favorite childhood stories. Likely the intention was to mock her status by making them pink to display her femininity. Padme's vulva was made up and cleaned, and her skin rubbed with a type of skin cream that made it shine. Her ears were cleaned out with spoons and her vulva and anus were flushed out with a baster, making her flush red with humiliation and unwanted stimulation as the crowd cheered. Padme's nipples were adorned with pasties with long tassels, giving her the look of a stripper. They did her fingernails next with the same red polish, with Ruby helping with her toenails due to her small size.
"One last touch." Azura said as she held open Padme's mouth and slid a tube full of pink liquid down her throat.
Padme coughed and gagged, the awful tasting liquid making her nostrils burn and stomach churn.
"What-cough!-was that?" She demanded, grimacing at the awful taste.
"A little stool softener and diuretic, as per Jabba's orders." Azura said with pity in her eyes. "He heard you had trouble with using your diaper earlier and thought that you should take to these diapers immediately, since he says that in your current attitude, you're unlikely to take to them quickly."
Padme did not like the sound of that. Being forced to wear a diaper was bad enough. But using chemicals to force her to use it more often...she begged that they would take a long time to take effect, or she was in for the most humiliating, disgusting dance of her life.
"Now for some more beatification, my queen." Azura said, holding out a little compact. "Hold still, please."
Azura rubbed lipstick onto Padme's lips and rubbed makeup over every inch of skin, including blush to make her appear young and innocent.
"There, you look so adorable, your highness." Azura said, strapping Padme's diaper back on as she winced at her bronzed chastity bikini chafing her body. "You are so lucky you can remove your attire. Master Jabba holds the key to my bikini, so even if I wanted to be nude, I need his permission to unlock it."
Padme felt pity for the woman as she saw her lekku swinging around, much like her pigtails. She looked at the woman's bikini, noting for the first time the intricate designs that resembled a woman's vulva molded right on the front grate positioned on the front of the chastity belt for her to pass urine and nipples and areoles molded onto the cups of the chastity bra. The woman was naked even with the bikini on, and with the hole in the rear for her solid waste to pass through showing off her anus. Padme held a hand out to Azura and squeezed it sympathetically, making her blush.
"Your pet is prepared for you, master." Alusia said as she bowed, wincing as her pregnant belly hung low.
"Good…" Jabba said, pulling on Padme's leash as he took a puff of his hookah. "…now dance for us, my queen."
Padme walked into the center of the room and looked around herself to survey her current situation. She was topless, exposed, chained at the neck and about the dance in nothing but a huge, padded diaper and pasties before the scum of the galaxy.
"Dance!" Jabba demanded, motioning towards Ruby.
Padme immediately began to dance, her bare breasts shaking as she flexed her body in a fluid motion. She tapped her feet on the ground, the pink high heels clinking as solid diamond made contact with the stone flooring. The crowd was instantly aroused, males watching and females jeering at the shameful display. Padme twirled around, her long pigtails swinging as her bare breasts bounced slightly. Her diaper crinkled with every movement she made, the noise alerting all to the fact that a grown woman, a queen no less, had the look of an infant as was dancing like a slut for all to see. Padme put her hands to her breasts and twerked, flexing herself forwards and closing her eyes to show off the eye makeup she had been forced to wear.
"Slut!" yelled a Nemoidian female, spitting at Padme as she danced.
"What's the matter queenie, you housebroken yet?" jeered a Trandoshan male as Padme spun around, her pigtails and nipple tassels swinging around as she twirled.
Padme's humiliation was such that she couldn't even register anything else. Her exposure, her enslavement, her infantile position, it was all too much for the enslaved queen. She squatted and twerked, the diaper crinkling loudly. Suddenly, a microphone was dropped in front of her and the crinkling of the plastic panties was broadcast throughout the palace, making her blush as the crowd guffawed. Padme realized the intent was to utterly degrade her, the sounds of her diaper being absolutely shameful to her ears. She danced on and one, her crystal shoes clinking as she tried hard to avoid stepping on her chain, which lay slack. Her nipple tassels swung around and around, her shame growing by the moment as her ears were assaulted by the sounds of the crinkles and crackles her enormous diaper made. Suddenly, Padme felt her bowels calling.
"Please no…" she pleaded as she squatted, her body screaming for release due to the laxatives she had been forced to consume earlier. "…not here, not now…"
She squatted as part of the whorish dance and was met with a sickening SQUELCH as she felt her interior muscles give out completely as her bowels were emptied in a humiliating public display. Her diaper grew squishy and heavy, making her gasp at the disgusting sensation. The sounds of her waste filling up the huge, padded diaper were broadcast through the palace, making the crowd laugh like mad.
"Good girl, my little queen!" Jabba said as he chuckled at her. "We will have you potty-trained in no time."
Padme blushed and continued dancing for well over an hour, the disgusting feeling of her own fecal matter trapped in place by the huge diaper making her skin crawl. She shook her buttocks around, the crinkling becoming louder and louder as she danced faster, becoming tired. She had never been so humiliated in her entire life, and prayed that no one she knew would ever see her brought so low. Her nipple tassels swung as she danced, making her feel like a whore.
"Okay, stop!" Jabba commanded, as Padme quickly stood still.
She shook slightly in her gigantic diaper, which had only expanded in size with her waste trapped within it. The garment had rubbed against her skin with her waste, making her bottom red with itchy rash that made her feel like she wore a beehive over her crotch. Her nipple pasties glistened as her large mammaries expanded with every breath she took.
"Sit." Jabba commanded.
Padme sat next to Jabba, her bottom burning with rash as she was forced to wallow in her own waste. It was disgusting and she smelled the stench like a sewer, the disgust welling up in her as she was made to sit in a full diaper.
"Do you require changing?" he asked, smirking as he looked at her.
Padme nodded.
"Yes, master." She said as she looked into his enormous eyes. "I require my diaper changed."
"Not I, your pet." Jabba corrected as he smirked at Padme. "You have no identity any more. You are a thing to be used as I see fit."
Padme was silent.
"I am a woman, I have my identity and you will not take it away." Padme said, crossing her arms over her nearly-bare breasts. "I refuse to refer to myself as such."
"Then I shall leave you in your full diaper, Kun'chee." Jabba said, rubbing her breasts with his huge hands. "And I should perhaps have a few of your fellow slaves come forth for the Rancor pit."
"No!" Padme shouted, clapping a hand over her mouth when she realized she had exposed her weakness.
"Yes, my pet?" Jabba asked, smirking.
Padme took a deep breath to gather her courage. She could stand even the awful scratchiness and hornet's sting of the diaper rash she now sported beneath her horrible diaper, but she could never, would never, be able to stand her fellow slaves being punished for her insubordinate behavior. Padme sighed as she stood still, her bottom itching horribly.
"Your pet…requires that you change her diaper, master." She said as she stood shaking in her full diaper, the tassels on her nipple pasties shaking. "Please...!"
Jabba laughed and snapped his fat fingers, calling forth Azura. The lovely blue woman led Padme onto a table and stripped off her plastic panty and unstrapped her diaper right in front of everyone, the crowd guffawing at her infantile state. Padme was close to tears now, exposed and humiliated like this. She was cleaned up, powdered to treat the rash and rubbed down with foul-smelling chemical rub, her filthy diaper thrown into the grated pit and replaced with a clean one.
"Thank Azura and I for allowing you such luxury, my queen." Jabba said with a smile, watching Padme slide on her plastic panties as he chewed up a handful of insects.
Padme gulped and stood upright in her now-clean diaper, plastic panty and pasties, close to tears.
"T-Thank you Azura, a-and thank y-you master Jabba, for allowing your pet such luxury of cleanliness and c-comfort while she w-wears your most generous g-gift of h-her diaper." She said, her spirit breaking more and more with every word she spoke.
Jabba pulled her closer with her chains, licking her face all around with his horribly-filthy tongue.
"You are welcome, my slave." He said as he groped Padme's almost-bare breasts. "Come and warm my throne once more."
Padme sat on the throne in her thankfully-clean diaper, hating everything about it. She hated wearing it, hated that all within the palace knew she would be wearing it, that she would be checked and changed no matter where and when it occurred…she was in shock as such humiliation and exposure. Thankfully, the party was winding down and the throne room was almost empty, the court adjourning for the night.
"Time to pound the pillow, my lovely slave." Jabba said as he pulled Padme closer to him. "Follow me."
Padme was confused as he slithered off of the throne and towards a huge doorway.
"Where are you going, master?" she asked, hating the use of that word.
"To my private pleasure room, of course." Jabba said as he slithered away. "And you shall join me. We shall join bodies together to become one flesh, but first you must be prepared for me."
Padme gasped as two Gammorean guards grabbed her and pulled her away, her chain becoming detached from the throne and trailing behind her, the cold links feeling like ice between her nearly-bare breasts as she was brought into a small rom and made to stand on a metal grate with a showerhead over it. She shuddered in fear as she was stripped of her plastic panties and diaper and hosed down by the Gammoreans, her skin shining as soap was dumped over it.
"Quickly, the master isn't a patient Hutt." Azura said as she scrubbed Padme down with a sponge, the other girls working on unbraiding her hair.
Padme felt them shaving her, especially her intimate parts, which made her shudder in fear. She cried as Alusia bent down, her pregnant belly making her wince. She scrubbed Padme's legs with aftershave as the last of her body hair was removed and rubbed a sweet-smelling lotion into her lovely skin. The showerhead activated, making Padme jump as she was scrubbed clean and rinsed off, the aftershave feeling soothing on her bare skin. Her hair was rinsed and scrubbed, the women combing it with their fingers. Her makeup had run, of course, but the girls tended to that as well, replacing it all but making it more and more accentuated and colorful as Azura shouted out orders.
"More blush!"
"More lipstick!"
"More makeup, especially her tits!"
"More shaving, her pussy still has hair!"
"More pumice on her feet, she has callouses!"
"More flushing out her ears, then move on down to her pussy and ass with that douche, we want those flushed out as well!"
"More braiding of the hair, make her look cute!"
"More…!"
"More…!"
"More…!"
"More…!"
There was not a single part of Padme's body the girls were satisfied with, her eyes made up with enough eyeshadow for a troupe of whores, her body hair burnt off until her skin stung, her vulva defoliated and scrubbed until it sparkled, her ears painfully depleted of wax by spoons, even her nostrils were flushed out, making the naked queen cough violently. Padme was bawling by now, absolutely ashamed at herself and her body and her very being as she was made up like a living sex doll. Her shame was so palpable you could wade through it, and she cried out loud as the girls tended to her body for hours.
"Oh sssh, it's okay, highness." Ruby said as she looked up at the naked queen. "You'll get used to it. Even the sex doesn't hurt quite so much when you realize there's no use in protesting."
Padme only cried harder, hugging the poor girl close as they braided her hair and replaced her huge diaper and plastic panties. How could such monsters enslave one so young? Her wet, naked body shook as Ruby was let out of her hug, Padme dolled up like a whore for all the galaxy to see.
"There, all done!" Azura said as her lekku hung in front of Padme, holding out a mirror for the enslaved queen to look at. "You look so sexy, your highness."
Padme looked at her reflection and bawled, not even recognizing her own face anymore. Her face was so dolled up she looked like a whore in the worst spaceport cantina in the galaxy. Her skin was so shiny that it looked like plastic, and her hair looked even faker. Padme even noted that her lips looked plumper and her breasts had even become fuller as a result of gaining weight from the food. There was no doubt about it, she was going to be raped and there was nothing she could do about it.
"Come with me." A Gammorean guard grunted as he walked into the room, Padme gasping at the invasion of her privacy. "The master wants you now."
He grabbed Padme's chains and pulled her along down the narrow, winding corridors, the dim light making Padme stumble along as she tripped and slipped on the way to the pleasure room. Men jeered and laughed at her whorish makeup, her diaper, her very position as a sex slave, and Padme hated every moment of it. She finally reached a room with Jabba's name carved into it in Huttese, her heart sinking to her ovaries when she realized it was the 'pleasure room'. The Gammorean punched in a code and opened the door with a hiss, tugging Padme into the room. Jabba was there on the soft ground, which appeared to be made of mattresses and giant pillows. The light was dim and there was a scent of incense in the air. Jabba licked his lips at the sight of the diapered, exposed and humiliated Padme, laughing at her predicament.
"You may leave us now, Gortuk." He said with a smile.
Gortuk bowed and closed the door as Padme struggled to open it, trying her absolute hardest to keep it from locking. It was to no avail as she was permanently sealed off from the rest of the palace without a key, left to the devices of a lustful Hutt.
"Oh, my queen…" Jabba said as he licked his fat lips. "…I'm going to enjoy this."
Padme's screams went unheard through the soundproofed walls, along with the cackling laughter. She was going to have to pray she would come out of this in one piece…
Poor Padme! Tune in next chapter to see what happens!