2 Years Later…

Padme was woken up in typical fashion; with Jabba yanking her chain. She got up to ring for Jabba's breakfast feast. As the two of them waited for the Hutt's morning feast, Padme remembered! Today was the 163rd day of the year: the only day Jabba ever bathed. Well, more like she licked him clean in every crevice, but wasn't that what a **** was for? "Alright, ****. You best get to cleaning me now. I have a very important meeting in three hours and I want you to be THOROUGH!" "Of course, master." was the response he got. No back talk, no disgusted look, just... Obedience. Jabba couldn't help but smile to himself as he thought back on his conquest of the young Queen of Naboo. "Truly she is the perfect ****! Loyal, beautiful, and mine by choice! There's simply no one who could trump her as my slut!" Padme had accepted her role as Jabba's ****, and she never once looked back. She took her position at the very tip of his tail, and began to lick it clean. She moved up very slowly, making sure to go thoroughly over every spot of his slime-covered body. In truth, cleaning a Hutt was pointless. The next day, the slime and muck would be back, smellier than ever. But Padme never questioned her orders. She did what was commanded of her to the letter. Jabba's meal finally arrived. It was a veritable cornucopia of live aquatic cuisine. Jabba began to throw food into his gaping mouth, swallowing down morsel after morsel. In truth, Padme was much more content as a **** than as a Queen. "Life is just so simple now! I wake up, please my master, and then sleep. No pressure, no hardship, just servitude. It's not a picnic, but at least I'm alive!" The young **** began to move up to Jabba's arms, licking and slurping up all the filth that he accumulated over the year. The taste was awful and the smell unbearable, but Padme had gotten used it. Disgust had virtually faded away as the years went by. The hours passed and the former Queen had thoroughly cleaned her hutt master. "Well done. little ****. It's time to go attend to business." They hovered into the large throne room and Jabba situated himself in his usual space. "I have much to get done today, and I suspect it'll be a LONG time before we're done in here. Suck my cock while I work, ****! And make sure that you keep it up the whole time. You know how much I love your pretty mouth of yours!" Jabba let out his booming laugh. Padme positioned herself in front of Jabba's cock, and started blowing her master, a task which she was well acquainted with.

And so it was that Padme became Jabba the Hutt's personal sex ****. He wasn't a kind or caring master, but Padme couldn't have cared less. She had learned to accept her master's lecherous ways: they kept her VERY busy. And while some might still remember the feisty Queen of Naboo, she largely fell into obscurity. None came looking for her, for which she was eternally grateful. She had found her purpose: serving Jabba for the rest of her days. And while maybe it wasn't perfect, it was far better than dying in the streets.