Through the power of persuasion or military might, many systems were quickly finding themselves falling under the new Sith Empire.
It was a slow process to be sure, but the fact that this new faction's influence was quickly spreading was very alarming for both the Republic and the Separatists. The fact that they themselves have lost worlds to this new empire through not might but through pure diplomacy was an even larger concern, and the worst part was that neither side could legally engage in combat with this new empire as retaliation.
Of course, that's not to say that it hadn't crossed their minds or even stopped them before, but, politically, they were both on thin ice with both neutral and their own worlds, so to act rashly without justification would've been political suicide.
It didn't help that this emperor himself was spreading anti-propaganda against both sides, as well as misinformation and half-truths.
["The Jedi's only passion is to spite my kind - the people who just wanted to live by our own rules from the start."]
["Once upon a time, the Republic might've been the bastion of integrity and peace. But that time has long expired, the many supposed representatives having grown ignorant and greedy. That's why the Confederacy was born, and why, despite their overwhelming advantage, they seek not to dominate, but rather, to simply retain their independence from a tyrannical system that barely pretends to care about the people it promised to watch over."]
["This is Emperor Kyuubi speaking. Unfortunately, I come with grave news: the rotten apple did not fall far from the rotting tree we call the Republic. For all their talks about independence and equality, the Separatists are no better. Thanks to the people of Ryloth and the remnants of the Zygerrian Slave Empire, I have learned of their forceful occupation and their nefarious deeds. The Confederacy, under the strict orders from the former Jedi Count Dooku, made plans to help restart the massive slave trade in exchange for wealth and passage. For concrete evidence of our discovery, go under the Holonet News Sith Empire Databank to read the latest reports."]
["My fist may be made of beskar, but I am fair. I view everyone as my equal, and only wish for a stable and secure galaxy. Luxury and power shall be yours, so long as you give me the chance to grant you what you need."]
["My new empire need not slaves, but loyal men and women willing to work or fight for what is needed and desired. So sign up today if you wish to learn the true meaning of power and justice, as well as to learn what it means to be a part of something greater!"]
["The Hutt Clan have been allowed to coexist for many years, their existence tolerated because of their influence and money. The Old Republic, the former Sith Empires, the current Galactic Republic, and even the Separatists work with or around them, ignoring the suffering orchestrated by such scum in worlds like Ryloth for the sake of treaties and profit. Let their rotting heads be a testament to my intolerance to such filth in this galaxy. But more lurk in the shadows and in the light. Do your part to avenge our friends and family and help me purge the filth from this galaxy!"]
Padme Amidala gulped as the HoloNet propaganda rotated to the recycled videos of the major crime lords - or what was left of them. Their rotting heads still mounted at Mandalore, the faces that were once feared in every dark corner of society were now openly mocked and spat upon, with their charred remains now even used as blaster practice.
Throughout the HoloNet, more and more videos emerged of the new Sith Empire's victories. Pirates, war criminals, any scum of the galaxy were often tied to the stake, their crimes loudly repeated before they were executed by blaster fire, courtesy of the new recruits that seemed to multiply like droids who needed practice.
"This is atrocious," the senator of Naboo finally managed to say.
"Indeed. The galaxy is already in turmoil from the war. The last thing we need is… this," her friend and fellow senator Bail Organa agreed. He winced as he accidentally swiped to one of the more infamous speeches which involved the shameless, public intercourse with the Mandalorian Bo Katan.
"Right, well, that's enough of that," Padme said, shutting off the HoloNet device. "We're here."
Their ship, an H-Type Nubian Yacht, landed on a docking bay on Mandalore.
"Are you absolutely sure of this?" Bail asked, clearly concerned.
"Yes. I'll be fine, Bail. Feel free to head back to Alderaan, since I'll be here a week tops. Besides…" She looked around at the various other ships of varying sizes and functions, and noted how a handful of them were clearly not of Mandalorian origin. "I'm not the only Senator looking for a treaty to be signed. So this could take a while."
"I still think this is a bad idea," the Alderaanian senator repeated.
"Perhaps. However, I need to try," Padme said as she stood up from her seat and descended the ramp down to exit onto the docking platform.
"Senator Amidala of the Republic?" Two Mandalorian platform guards approached her, both female.
"Yes, do you need to see further clearances?" Padme greeted them, but they shook their heads.
"You're fine, Miss. Now, please follow us."
Looking back at Bail one last time, she took a deep breath as she accepted their hand onto their speeder.
…
"Good luck~" one of the guards said coyly as the elevator doors slid shut, and just like that, two senators stood awkwardly in the silent lift.
"Didn't think we'd both be here Mina," Padme said, trying to break the tension. "It's been quite some time. How's Lux?"
"He's doing fine, thank you, Padme," Mina Bonteri replied coolly. While they were friends and Mina even mentored the Naboobian senator, they were still on opposite sides of the war. Even if neither of them wanted the war to continue, the two of them still felt like they were walking on eggshells around one another.
"...Did you know?"
"About the atrocities committed by the faction I had given everything up to? No." Mina's stoic face turned dark as the datapad in her purse grew heavier.
For all of their propaganda, the Republic and the new Sith Empire were right about one thing – they were played for fools. The Techno Union, the Trade Federation, even Count Dooku – they were all unofficially guilty of the many war crimes that rivaled the Republic's.
It didn't make sense. It had to be a lie! And yet, the data said otherwise.
Mission logs that were salvaged from deletion. Live recordings from both automated cameras and civilians. Confessions from the prisoners of war. Records of their business conducted to and on Zygerria.
And suddenly, Mina's faith in her new government began melting away, leaving nothing behind but bitter, somber silence.
The elevator doors slid open, and they both gingerly stepped through, their nerves on fire as they passed by soldiers and politicians.
The two women's faces flushed as they caught a few having passionate sex, no doubt part of the negotiation process going on. Or perhaps this new emperor was simply depraved. Either way, they just hoped that they wouldn't share the same fate…
"By the Force…" Padme mumbled upon seeing a green Twi'lek woman being choked via a leash as a Zeltron woman fucked her with a strap-on from behind. The Twi'lek's face askew with pleasure now burnt into their minds, the two senators walked quickly along the halls filled with more sex and moans, trying to keep their eyes forward as they approached the emperor's throne room.
"Greetings, Senator Mina Bonteri and Senator Padme Amidala. May I offer you some of our finest Mandalorian wine?"
They nearly tripped over a repurposed tourist droid that held up a plate of snacks and refreshments. Normally, drinking on the job was considered unprofessional, save for after the meetings or in between breaks, but…
The two seized their shots of wine and downed them in one go. They had to stop themselves from helping themselves to a second one, quickly finding that they missed the sweet taste that just seemed to melt their troubles away…
"The emperor is expecting you two."
The duo blinked, and they realized that they made it to the throne room, the only obstacle in their way a Mandalorian guard and a pair of doors.
"Please watch your step."
The doors slid open, and the two women were blasted in the face with the smell and shrieks of sex.
"AH! AH! FUCK! FUCK ME, MASTER!" a red Twi'lek with body tattoos screamed as she bounced up and down on the emperor's thick cock. The emperor sat on the throne, accompanied by two nude Mandalorian women collared and leashed at his side like pets. "YOU'RE SO FUCKING BIG!"
"You're right about that, my little Twi'lek slut," the man smirked from behind the mask. The mask's blank visor then moved towards the newcomers, whose faces were growing more and more red by the second. "Ah, just a moment, senators Amidala and Bonteri. I'm…almost finished."
The two senators' eyes were glued onto the sight as the emperor dumped his load into the Twi'lek, the two letting out powerful roars of pleasure that shook the room, before he carelessly shoved her aside. She fell into a naked, sweaty heap on the floor, rolling down the stairs of the throne.
"Ursa. Sabine. Be good girls and clean her up for me, would you?"
The two women, who looked quite miserable, simply nodded as they crawled over to the fallen Twi'lek, lapping up their master's fluids off and from her body.
"Now, then, let us get to the point. I assume you wish for me to either stop posting the faults and crimes of your respective governments? Or did you wish for me to join your cause, seeing as how my empire is currently neutral and is in control of a terrifying amount of systems?"
The two of them gulped, their eyes shamefully darting from his face and his still exposed penis, before Mina finally cleared her throat.
"Y-Yes. I was sent by the Confederacy of Independent Systems to try and see what we could do to get you to join our cause," Mina quickly composed herself. It could've been the humidity or the overall atmosphere, but she felt herself tugging at her collar quite a bit, her body growing warmer by the second.
Padme herself was not faring better. Her underarms were growing hot and humid and she could feel a trickle of sweat pouring down her scalp. She was squirming far more than she was comfortable with, and she was reminded of her early days as royalty, learning how to remain stoic and proper under the eyes of millions.
Perhaps drinking that wine was a mistake.
"Hm, yes, the Confederacy. A noble cause, tainted and corrupted by those that branched off from the Republic. Your armies of metal funded and made by those that arguably initiated the unrest in the first place, gotten off scoff-free by an incompetent count."
"T-The Republic does not subscribe to the idea of dictatorship," Padme protested. "We are a democratic government representing hundreds of systems."
"Ah yes. The democracy that has and is failing everyone in the galaxy and let crime run rampant. Tell me, my dear, where was your democracy when the Hutt Cartels bought Twi'leks as slaves? Where was it when Zygerria had its slave trade up and running? And didn't your own planet become taken over once by what would now become the Confederacy? Tell me, did the Republic's democracy help you then?" Naruto asked as he descended the steps down towards the two senators, his cock swinging left and right like a pendulum.
"W-Well, no government is perfect," Padme cleared her throat, trying hard not to imagine the phlegm in her esophagus as his semen. "There are certainly downsides to democracy, yes, but in the long run, it is the most efficient way to run a multi-system government."
"And, pray tell, just how long should everyone wait until the system is deemed too broken to be worth continuing?" the new Lord of the Sith tilted his masked face. "How long is long enough until the people decide that their leaders are unjust? Should it be when people begin to shrivel and expire from poverty as their leaders fatten themselves with the people's hard earned fortune? Should it be when war breaks out, their fury directed at oneself because they are too cowardly and ignorant to realize just where the problem truly stems from? Or should it be when even the representatives of the free systems have enough and secede in hopes of being able to create their own government?"
"The-The Republic has stood over dozens of millennia," Padme weakly protested, her words dying as he stood right in front of her, his cock dangerously close to her married pussy. "Even after the fall of the Old Republic-"
-"The Old Republic was, when it still stood, at the peak of its time – time which has long been expired. But even after surviving the Old Sith Empire and even the reign of the Eternal Empire, even when peace was finally an option, they chose to not expand when they had the chance. At the cost of maintaining a pure image, they have neglected both the systems with and outside of the Republic. Even after they finally had time to breathe and rebuilt, what did they do for every other system?"
"...Nothing."
It was Mina Bonteri, who had fallen on her knees, that had finally answered.
"We…We did nothing. And how could we? We didn't have the will nor strength to try to restore order to every part of the galaxy. So…we selfishly kept it to ourselves."
"Exactly. So, again, tell me – why should I expend my resources on two sides of the same rotting ship that's doomed to go down together?"
Mina and Padme looked conflicted. The smell and sounds of arousal and sex consuming them, they knew that there was only one thing he could want in exchange for his help for the war that he deemed a joke.
"Now, now, you'll have to do better than that~"
The two senators nearly leapt out of their skins as they felt hands snaking around their bodies. Frozen stiff, they realized that it was the Mandalorian whores (a mother and daughter duo, by the looks of it) that the emperor was sleeping with just minutes ago.
"Come on, aren't you the fearless senators willing to do whatever it takes for your system?" Ursa Wren purred, her hands fondling Mina Bonteri's breasts. The woman had shed her armor, her fairly large breasts pushing against her soft, yet firm back.
Stunned, tongue-tied, Mina desperately looked to the emperor, then to Padme for help. The emperor merely shrugged, an amused look undoubtedly behind that blank visor. And Padme-
-she wasn't faring any better. The daughter, a growing, little minx of a woman, long broken just like her mother, was even worse. Padme's breasts and ass (both which were even bigger than Mina's, much to her silent envy), were being groped, massaged, ground, humped.
What terrified her the most, however, was just how broken her eyes looked. Mina could see the hint of rebellion left in her eyes being drowned out by despair and acceptance of their master.
A chill ran down her spine. Will we become like that, she wondered, broken and made to live to serve this perverse king's cock?
But…there was no choice. They knew exactly what the perverted emperor wanted. And if it could just help them turn the tides of their war…
Mina Bonteri said nothing as she began to strip. Her beautiful, gray dress spilled onto the floor next to her feet, leaving her clad in only a pair of silver bra and panties.
"Oh? It appears that one of you is a true patriot at least," Darth Kyuubi chuckled.
"Yes…please, my lord, please enjoy my body to your fullest extent. In return, c-can the Separatists count on your support?"
"Of course. The details shall be covered later. Action, now."
Mina let out a shudder as she felt his invisible fingers gently grab her sides. Floating in the air as if hung by a giant puppeteer, his cock eagerly awaited her. Letting out a gulp, she parted her panties just enough for the large battering ram to enter her womb.
By the Force he's large! a part of her screamed. Much larger than…
She shook her head. No, she couldn't think about her late-husband now. She just…needed…to…focus-
-on his big, fucking COCK! she shrieked on the inside as she fell onto his massive meatsaber. She blacked out for a moment as a sharp pain, then a rush of pleasure invaded her senses.
"*Agk!* *Agh!* *Agk!*" she gagged and gurgled, her head thrown back and her eyes towards the sky.
"Whoops. Guess you've been in a dry spell for a while. Sorry about that," the Sith chuckled.
I-Is she going to be alright? Padme wondered, her mouth agape as she stared at the bulge that threatened to tear through her stomach. This can't be natural! He's about the size of a Rancor!
"That's more or less correct," the Sith mused. "Not to worry, I'm sure Mina here is more durable than she looks."
Padme's cheeks reddened as covered her lips with her hands to no avail. By the Force, those words must've slipped out of her lips.
"AH! AH! AH! AH!" Mina's cries were growing incomprehensible as she was getting the fuck of her life from the tyrant. Padme bit her lip as she fought the growing desire to palm her snatch.
To say that her sex life was nonexistent would be like saying the galaxy was vast. Between the Clone Wars and between her life mission to secure peace and security throughout the galaxy, she had little time for sex besides the few pockets of passion nights she had with Anakin.
Watching her old friend getting her back blown out only served to further stir up those old feelings – feelings that she was growing dangerously closer to acting upon.
"Who's your master?~" Darth Kyuubi growled into Mina's ear. "Who's your Daddy~"
"Y-YOU ARE!" Mina squealed, bouncing up and down on his body. "C-CUMMING!"
Not pausing nor hesitating, they came together, his body pressed against hers as he had his own release. Padme's eyes widened a little at this, watching very intensely at the connection of the two sexes.
For a moment, she was taken back to that passionate night where she and Anakin mated for the first time, celebrating their forbidden marriage. It was erotic, the stuff of wet dreams for many young, passionate girls like herself. Getting to seduce and sleep with a Jedi Knight, stealing their chastity away, making them betray their code even for just a moment. She enjoyed that night very much. Perhaps a little too much, if his slightly frightened face was of any indication.
Then that image shifted, changing to her being chained up. Wearing that same, skimpy outfit those despicable Hutts forced their slaves to wear as she bounced on his cock.
"H-Harder~" she pleaded, even as her bulging belly groaned under the pressure of her stuffed pussy and his rock-hard cock.
…Woah, where did that come from?
…And why did that fantasy feel just…right?
"Don't deny your own desires," the Darth growled. "Some were born to serve. I can grant you the permission you need to get on your knees if you so choose."
The part she hated the most was of how right he was. Perhaps it was the stress of the job, perhaps it was due to how comfortable she had gotten at playing the handmaiden, but some part of her enjoyed servitude. In a way, it was freeing, not needing to make the hard choices – to be the center of the galactic stage as she made decisions that would crucify her one way or the other, be it by enemies or by comrades.
None of that happened whenever she got to play the part of the handmaiden.
Sure, it was exhausting to do the menial, manual work that others found beneath them. Sure, enduring the humiliation from the snobby nobles was always unpleasant. But she found that people were more true to themselves when they thought that they were in a position of power. She also found that it was far easier to go along with the flow like a ship coasting peacefully throughout the vastness of space.
She would later blame the wine and the Dark Emperor's devilry, but she soon succumbed to those hidden desires. Before she knew it, her lips pressed against her new master's cock, tasting its salty greatness. Then it slipped past her lips, and she was made to service it.
Memories melting like chocolate, blending in the pot of shame and hedonism, she remembered the blinding pain that erupted in her crotch when he entered her temple, followed by the planet-shaking pleasure that came with it.
She forgot just how many kisses, suckles, and orgasms she gave and experienced. She forgot which of the girls she had kissed at some point. By the Force, she could hardly remember if he had climaxed in her. All she knew was that, for the first time in forever, she truly felt free and relaxed, and a small part of her would hate to leave its alluring arms.
Laying on the cold floor next to the various other whores, Padme Amidala passed out.
She didn't have that much wine, but she felt like throwing up.
The after-sex clarity didn't hit her right away, but when it did, she dry heaved.
She couldn't believe what she had just done – the people she had betrayed by succumbing to her temptations. The principles she had cast away like garbage. The sanctity of marriage she had spat on. The worst part of it was that she didn't know how much of it was truly his fault, and how much of it was hers.
What truly stung was his response to her sacrifice.
"In the end, the two of you made some very convincing arguments. However, I shall stand firm on my neutrality…unless you two give me some reasons to back your pathetic war. Be it by droids, resources, credits, or even your flesh, come back to me if you wish to see more progress in this civil war."
So in the end, both of them whored out for what might've been nothing. But still, the promise of his troops, resources, and power was much too large to ignore, and in the end, they were bound to his will either way.
The holorecordings he made of their depraved actions made it rather hard to argue against his statement. It was all Padme could do in the shower to not weep from her shame and horror.
Still, she told herself. This is all for the greater good. This was all for peace.
At least, that mantra was the only thing that kept her going. She just hoped that Anakin wouldn't sense her betrayal.