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Padme had been able to focus better at work the next day, but she still found herself getting distracted by thoughts of the previous night. That had been wonderfully fulfilling, and she wanted more. These many days without Anakin had been so hard. Usually she could withstand his absence, but now she ached for him.
And now she had finally achieved a decent release without him.
She wanted, no needed, to go again. There was still so much pent up in her. She didn’t remember that she had broken last night. She was changed. A seed had been planted and was already sprouting. She had weakened her self control. Possibly irreparably damaged, though she had not a clue. Instead, she went shopping after work and returned home eagerly.
Moteé and Ellé blushed and smiled when Padme asked them back to her bedroom tonight. There was no hesitation in all of them stripping. Padme opened one of her shopping bags on the floor and pulled out a double-sided strap-on. It had black leather straps and two black soft plastoid cocks. The one arching inside was smaller than the one arching outside.
“I want to fuck you with this,” Padme said.
Ellé and Moteé’s eyes had gone wide and they shared a look, but then they both smiled. It was odd. For a brief moment, right at the start, they both looked very relieved. But then they turned their attention back to Padme.
“Go ahead, my lady,” Ellé said in a soft pleading voice.
“Help me put it on,” Padme said. “And get the lube. It’s in the other bag.”
Soon Padme laid on her back, her head on the pillows, Moteé held the strap-on.
“Tease me a little with it,” Padme asked with a lazy smile.
Moteé smiled surprisingly confidently. “Of course, my lady.”
She pressed the tip of the inner one to Padme’s mound and started to rub it in playful circles around her folds and clit. Ellé slowly lowered herself and started to lick Padme’s torso. The tongue moved higher and higher. It slithered up her breast to the nipple. The tongue circled around it and rubbed it back and forth and back and forth. Padme relaxed and closed her eyes. Moteé inserted just the tip into Padme’s pussy and very lightly started to thrust it in. It moved only an inch or two.
Ellé’s teeth gently bit down on the nipple and squeezed. Padme’s hips arched up and pushed the dildo a little bit further into her. Moteé kept that depth as she plunged the dildo into Padme. Ellé sucked on her nipple and her hand came up and squeezed her other breast. Then her fingers pinched her other nipple and started to play with it.
Her titties grew warm and her pussy grew hotter. She clenched her ass cheeks and shoved her hips into the air pushing the dildo deeper inside of me.
“More!” she cried out.
She reached out and grabbed Ellé’s arms. She pulled the other woman up and pressed her lips against hers. They were so soft, smooth, and plump. Quite different from Anakin’s. Though not as delicious as his, it was still a favorable flavor. She sucked and licked against the lips until the parted. They both hungrily explored each other’s mouth. Padme’s hands slid off the arms and grabbed Ellé’s plump breasts.
The girl had done something to them recently. Everyone had noticed the change in Ellé’s bust size, especially since most Nabooian women had small breasts. Moteé had changed too, but it was her ass and not her chest. The others had decided they were just young and naive and most likely had given in to Coursant’s beauty standards. But if that is what they wanted to do, they would honor it. Padme and the other handmaidens made a mental note to try and talk to them when they could do so tactfully, but it hadn’t happened yet.
Whatever Ellé had done to her boobs was excellent. They were so thick and perfectly soft yet firm. Padme became startled when she felt warmth against her chest and felt liquid between her fingers. Ellé moaned.
“My lady!” she cried out.
“What– What was that?” Padme asked as she started to sit up.
“Don’t get up!” Ellé said. She put her hand on Padme’s shoulder and gently pushed her back down. Ellé looked down at juicy boobs. Both of her hands grabbed at a boob each and squeezed. White liquid came out of the nipples. Milk.
“Are . . . Are you pregnant?” Padme asked.
“No!” Ellé cried slightly panicked. “No! I . . . They’re just milky.” She looked up and met Padme’s gaze. Her eyes were large. “You should suck them,” she said. “You should try my milk.”
“It’s good,” Moteé said. She had paused her ministrations with the dildo.
Red heat ran across Padme’s cheeks. She couldn’t– She couldn’t suck milk from Ellé’s breasts!
Wait. Why not?
Why couldn’t she? Who said?
She reached up, grabbed Ellé, and pulled her breasts towards her open mouth. She latched onto a giant nipple and started to suck. Moteé returned to fucking Padme’s pussy with the dildo. Warm milk filled Padme’s mouth. She gulped down a mouthful and sucked down some more. The breast milk was like nothing she had. It was creamy and warm. There was something comforting about it.
But that feeling was overshadowed by a wicked pleasure. This was naughty. Scandalous. If any found out, and it wasn’t just a matter of the press, but also her staff, what they were doing right now, it would be disastrous. Her entire career could be ruined. But she had lost the part that cared. She eagerly embraced the growing pleasure. It was electrifying. Instead of caution, she continued on enthusiastically. She squeezed and sucked Ellé’s boob and swallowed down another mouthful of milk. Padme and Anakin’s relationship could be considered forbidden. The Jedi were not supposed to love like this. There was always a looming knife over their heads. And yet it did not deter them. Perhaps they were foolish, but it only excited them. There was something dangerous about their love.
And this had that same feeling.
Senator Padme Amidala of Naboo and former queen should not be having a three-some with her young servants.
And she didn’t fucking care.
“Let them see.” Anakin had said that to her.
Yes. Yes. Let anyone who dares to enter here see.
An intense and urgent searing need was consuming her. She unraveled and came. Her head jerked back as her eyes rolled back. Warm milk squirted out of both nipples as Padme squeezed Ellé’s tits. Moteé kept thrusting the dildo in and out while she milked Padme’s orgasm on. Until she finally collapsed. But Moteé did not pull the dildo out. Instead she slid it all the way in. Then she slid the leather straps around her waist and thighs and tightened them into place.
A giant black plastoid cock arched off her groin.
Moteé reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube. She squeezed a generous portion onto her other hand and tossed the bottle aside. She rubbed her hands together and then grabbed the cock. Padme jumped a little as the dildo inside of her rubbed against her inner walls. Moteé ran her hands up and down the length of the outer dildo and slicking it up.
Padme felt a sudden wave of adrenaline as fresh pleasure blossomed in her. She jumped up and ordered the other two to lay down on their backs. They placed their heads against the pillows and looked up at Padme with large smiles. Padme knelt down between them.
“Legs up,” she ordered. They followed. They folded their legs out and up. Their arms looped around them and kept them open. The glistening pussies were fully exposed. She reached out and grabbed each pussy. Ellé gasped; Moteé screamed a little. Simultaneously, Padme slid her fingers into both. Then out and in. Out and in. She fingered them in sync. Their pussies grew wetter and hotter. They squirmed and shuddered as their bodies flushed and turned pink.
Ready, Padme pulled her hands out. She didn’t bother wiping them off. She moved over to Ellé. Her giant boobs were bulging under her legs.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” Padme said.
“Yes, please, my lady. Fuck me.”
Padme paused. A moment of lucidity hitting her. She suddenly thought of the dangers and consequences this could bring. But then Ellé whined and wiggled her ass. Padme lined up the tip and pushed on. She had planned to be slow and careful. She knew what a large cock felt like, but did these two young women know? How much had they experienced? She had debated on buying a smaller outer dildo, but she wanted this one. It matched Anakin’s size. A nice massive cock. It was a shame the inner dildo couldn’t be that big. The droid clerk had told her it would have been too much for thrusting if she was being penetrated that much. So Padme had bought her current model.
The inner cock filled her up nicely, and she enjoyed the wave it moved in her as she pushed its entire length into Ellé. She whined then moaned clearly enjoying it. That only pushed Padme on. She pulled her hips back, paused, and then thrust them forward. The inner cock slammed into her walls as their bodies met. Yet Padme was moving on instinct. She pulled back and thrust forward again. Persistent hunger drove her on.
The thrusts rocked Ellé and breasts bounced. It grew hard for her to hold on to her legs, and they slipped free. They fell on either side of Padme. This left her breasts free and they bounced delightfully.
“Stars, you do have beautiful breasts,” Padme said.
“Thank you, my lady,” Ellé said.
“Moteé, go drink from them.”
Moteé did so at once. She sat up, leaned over, and grabbed one of the juice tiddies. She sucked on one while her other hand grabbed the other tit. It started to massage it and squeeze the nipple. White milk came out.
A rush of euphoria and chaos brought on molten indulgence ran through her. She kept going as she drowned in this hopeless lust. The hunger was demanding. Her needs were getting messier and wilder. The blazing bliss beckoned her in. And suddenly she had an out of body experience. She saw the scene from the side. She saw herself fucking the strap-on into Ellé while Moteé drank her milk, but she could still feel the inner dildo pounding against her walls. She watched as Ellé melted as pleasure consumed her.
Yes. Yes.
That was a wonderful look of drowning in helpless lust. A combination of urgent need, relief, and absolute delight. Yes, Ellé looked wonderful. She squirmed and moaned. Her eyes looked up unfocused and distant. Her senses were lost to her. This is what Ellé needed. A giant cock inside of her filling her up, and Ellé loving every moment of it.
The scene changed. No longer did she see herself fucking Ellé, but Anakin. Anakin in his naked beauty pounded into Ellé, who became completely unraveled. Her eyes went cross as she let out incoherent screams and moans. It was a beautiful depravity. Ellé looked so satisfied by being speared by Anakin’s impressive cock. An overbearing pressure was reaching its peak. Anakin came and pumped his load into Ellé, who screamed as she came. It was a ruthless spectacle, and it delighted Padme.
She came then. Pure bliss and tingling heat raced through her. She pulled back and the dildo slid out of Ellé. She had come during Padme’s daydream. That had really been her screaming while she came. Padme fell to her knees. She was drenched with sweat. Fucking was a lot of hard work. Her abs and glutes were sore.
But she couldn’t stop staring at Moteé’s ass. Moteé still leaned over sucking on Ellé’s boob.This put her ass on full display to Padme. And, damn, it was big. She couldn’t stop herself from reaching out and grabbing a fistful of a cheek. It was plump and firm. A brilliant idea formed in her mind. A delectfully wicked idea.
“Make out,” Padme barked. Her voice was rough and forceful. “Get on top of her.”
Moteé did as she was told. She swung her leg over Ellé and straddled her. Then she laid on top of her and the two started to kiss. Padme was still between Ellé’s legs. She had excEllént access to Moteé’s dripping pussy. She squeezed it before she inserted two fingers and started to stroke it. Moteé’s back arched and she moaned. Padme stroked her a bit more before she finally pulled out.
She smiled as she rose to her knees and lined herself. But Ellé and Moteé were not watching. They didn’t see the dark look in Padme’s eyes as she slammed the dildo into Moteé’s ass. She had been tricking her thinking she was going to fuck her pussy. Moteé was so eager. Her pussy had clenched on her fingers so invitingly, but then she got the sudden idea to fuck her up the ass.
It was wonderful. Moteé was being pressed down and ground against Ellé. Padme slapped the giant ass and Moteé let out a small scream. This was intoxicating. There was now an order here with Padme at the top and these two below her. This wasn’t a normal relationship with mutual respect like what she had with Anakin. This was a deprived one. Padme was the dominant one, the alpha. They were to submit to her.
She always had to be submissive. It may have looked like a proud senator was offensive, but she was still submitting to the system, to the role of senator. She was still bound by obligations and expectations. She had to be strong, but still noble. She was a Senator and former queen of Naboo. She had high expectations.
But right now? She was the one in control. For the first time she was truly the one on top. She hadn’t even felt this as queen. This was spectacular. Euphoria crashed through her, and once again she lost sense of her body. Instead she watched on as it was Anakin fucking Moteé in the ass she lay on top of Ellé. Anakin’s pace was hard and brutal. His face was creased with concentration and dripped with sweat, but he smiled. A determined smile.
And then the scene shifted again. This time Anakin was fucking Moteé in a breeding press position. Her pussy was already leaking white cum. Another change. This time Anakin was fucking Ellé doggy style. Then Ellé again bent over Padme’s senate desk. Anakin fucked them in a variety of positions and places.
Padme was not enraged seeing her husband fuck these two women. She knew how amazing his cock was, and knew what immense pleasure the two must be feeling. It was exciting to watch him work, to watch him claim them over and over and over. Because she knew, she knew, that no matter how many times he creampied in them, he was hers. His cock belonged to her. She was a doting lady and her faithful servants should have the best, which meant her husband’s cock.
And then it was just the two of them. His hands grabbing her, of his cock filling her up, his lips on hers. Her orgasm ripped her apart. She came screaming his name.
“Anakin!”
Once spent, she slumped over and fell on her side. She lazily rolled her head to look at the other two. They laid limp with Moteé still on top. Their bodies heaved. Padme blinked a few times as exhaustion hit her. She should get herself out of this strap-on, but her thoughts kept lingering to his visions of Anakin fucking her handmaidens and how hot that had been.
Could she ask . . . Would he ever want . . .
She shook her head. She was tired. She shouldn’t dwell on such a thought now.
Ahsoka stormed out of her bunk room in the morning. She had to find her master. She had to tell him the truth. She hadn’t betrayed him. It was all Aayla’s fault. The cunning bitch. What the fuck was her problem? None of the other sluts Anakin claimed were like this? After they were broken and sworn in, they simply accepted their place and the others. There was jealousy if Master was giving someone more attention than you, but they had never been petty.
And Aayla hadn’t even been around any of the girls.
However, Ahsoka was quickly informed General Skywalker was out on an urgent mission. Reality slammed back into Ahsoka as she remembered they were still in the midst of a war. They still had clankers to fight. How could she think of that at a time like this? She needed to see her master. She decided the best thing to do for now was to return to her bunk. She didn’t want to deal with Aayla, who she was told was still at the base. Yet, when the door opened to Ahsoka’s bunk, Aayla was inside waiting. She was completely nude and sat with her legs crossed on Ahsoka’s bed. She arched her back out to proudly show off her large cleavage. Ahsoka had to admit they were very nice breasts and she hoped hers would one day be as nice and big if not bigger.
The door slid closed with a soft hiss.
“You weren’t worthy,” Aayla said.
“What?”
“You came. You should only come for your master or unless he gives you permission.”
Ahsoka took a step closer and clenched her jaw.
“He’s disgusted with you, you know,” Aayla continued. She titled her head back and looked at Ashoka with lidded eyes. “Don’t bother to go crawl to him when he comes back. He doesn’t want to see you until you're trained properly. And I’m going to train you.”
“What do you mean?” Ahsoka growled.
“Take your clothes off,” Aayla said. “We start now.”
“What do you mean?” Ahsoka demanded again.
Ahsoka’s feet left the ground as she was grabbed by the force and slammed against the door. Aayla stood up with her arm outstretched and her fingers curled.
“Behave and take the clothes off,” Aayla hissed.
Ahsoka squirmed and glared at Aayla.
“See? This is your problem. You don’t know your place.”
She knew her place. Her master had told her. She was above them all. She was his first girl and the first one to bear his child. He said she would be his queen.
“You don’t know yours,” Ahsoka said. Her voice was tight and strained.
Ahsoka saw stars and tasted blood as landed hard on the ground. Her cheek grew dark and sore from where Aayla had slapped her. And then the tightness on her throat returned. Aayla grabbed at her clothes and ripped them off. She grabbed Ahsoka by the monorail and dragged her across the room. She was thrown onto the floor near the back wall.
“You fucking bitch,” Aayla muttered as she went over to the bed and picked something up. It was a giant soft plastoid dildo. It was a shiny purple and shaped like a tentacle. “I shouldn’t even bother lubing this up. Just fuck your stupid cunt raw.”
“What the hells!” Ahsoka said as she pushed herself up on her elbows. Had Aayla always been this way? Ahsoka always saw her as a sexy but strong Jedi. She was someone to admire and look up to.
But now she was just being a fucking bitch.
Her master caused people to change when they swore to him. Ahsoka had changed like all the others, but usually it was more of a sexual awakening. Their eyes were open to the wonders of sex and to Master’s huge delicious cock fucking them any way he wanted. The girls he collected became beautiful obedient sluts. That’s how they all had fallen into place.
Except Aayla.
Aayla walked over wagging the giant dildo from side to side smiling. “Naughty girls need to learn their place. They need to know how special Master’s cock truly is.”
“I know that,” Ahsoka growled. She was suddenly seized by the Force and slammed back down on the hard ground. For a quick moment, her sight whited out as the air was knocked out of her. A soft blue foot slammed on her stomach. She gasped as the rest of the air was squeezed out of her. She lay there gasping with eyes wide as Aayla crouched and pressed the tentacle dildo against her mound. She didn’t insert it. Instead she rubbed it up and down the length of Ahsoka’s fold. The bumpy ridges provided an intoxicating texture that alighted Ahsoka’s nerves.
“Oh,” Aayla said. “Already getting wet. See? Still haven’t learned your lesson.” Ahsoka bit her lip as she lifted her hip and glared down at Aayla, who only smiled back at her. “That look in your eyes is not good. Let’s change it shall we?” Aayla’s free hand grabbed at Ahsoka’s inner thigh, spread it open, and then she slammed the dildo into her pussy. Ahsoka screamed and Aayla pushed in the full length. Ahsoka’s pussy clenched and unclenched around the uneven bulging sides. It was huge, possibly bigger than Master’s cock and it stretched her out.
Aayla paused for a moment to let Ahsoka feel the entire dildo before she pulled it out and jammed it back in once again inserting its entire length into Ahsoka. Aayla was unrelenting. In and out, in and out. Swells of shame and embarrassment crashed through her with a dark lining of pleasure. She lay on the floor helpless and a shaky mess with her mind blank. Surely she could get out of this situation. She may be still a padawan, but she knew how to use the Force. She could– Aayla hammered on chasing away any sane thoughts Ahsoka had. The fire deep inside of Ahsoka was lit and growing. Ahsoka bit the inside of her cheek. She could feel herself loosening up. The urge to moan and rock her hips was growing stronger. No. She squeezed her eyes shut. No.
“Doesn’t it feel good?” Aayla purred. The senseless burn of pleasure burned hotter and hotter. Ashoka couldn’t fight it off much longer but she had to. She would show Aayla she could do this. But the pressure was building on its own despite Ahsoka’s will. There was no stopping it. It was a separate thing from her rational mind. Her body was reacting on its own. How did she stop it? She didn’t know.
“Such a fucking slut,” Aayla grunted. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? This cock is nothing like Master’s and yet you’re getting off. He didn’t say you could. He didn’t give you permission.” The pressure was at a boil and Ahsoka opened her mouth. She could feel herself slipping, feel herself giving into the chaos. “You swore yourself. Body and soul. Do you know what that means? Huh? Ahsoka! Do you know what that means?”
Ahsoka didn’t say anything. She couldn’t. She was doing all she could to hold herself back, but that hold was getting weaker and weaker. It would be so simple to let it slip. Sweet release was waiting for her. All she had to do was give in.
“It was Barriss,” Ahsoka cried out. The words came out half grunted and squeezed.
“So what if it was?”
Ahsoka’s self control was fading. The massive dildo continued to hammer into her pussy. Dizzying sweet heat raced through her entire body but pooled in her pussy. Maddening surges stormed inside of her.
“Barriss swore too. That bitch is a traitor too. But I heard she is at least making herself useful making those crystals. But you? What have you done? You’re just the convenient little cock toy, a way to keep Master sated.”
It was coming. There was no stopping it. It was beyond Ahsoka’s control. As long as Aayla kept fucking her pussy with the dildo, kept up the insane pressure, she was going to come. She succumbed to the mindless passion and surrendered to the depths of this burning violation.
“All you’ve done is gotten pregnant, but you had little to do with that,” Aayla sneered.
It felt so good. The pleasure had conquered her and she descended into its depths as the pressure continued to build and build and build until it finally reached its zenith. Ahsoka screamed as she came. Decadent euphoria exploded through her, sparkling and bubbling, and caused her to thrash about.
Aayla stood up and tossed the dildo to the side. She stared down at Ahsoka in disgust.
“Still so much work to do,” she said.