Change of POV: Padme

Padme was really beginning to hate tentacles.

They had spent two days at Riff Tamson and the Separatist's mercy now and their deprivations had only gotten worse. Across the room, Ahsoka wailed as she was lifted bodily up into the air, purely pushed up just by the tentacle thrusting up her quim. The flowery tendril pulse with electricity and she shrieked with pure pleasure as the arcing bolts began to dance and vibrate through her holes.

Sadly, when everyone was being gangbanged by fish-faced aliens, it was every one for themselves.

Embedded on two Karkarodon cocks which **** her up and down with their thrusts, Padme could only watch as a second tentacle trailed across the Torgruta’s chest. Then the girl’s cries reached a new level of intensity as the yellow lightning struck twice, pleasuring her between her legs and on both of her hard, dark nipples.

Even their Jedi protectors were not having an easier time of it. Completely hogtied by ropes that looked particularly uncomfortable wedged between their arses and around their genitals, both Anakin and Kit Fisto had been maneouvred by some particularly unpleasant looking Quarren guards. Now Anakin was upside-down and tied with Kit Fisto, with his legs tied around each side of the Nautolan’s tentacled head.

Padme felt herself grow even wetter around the cocks pounding into her as she saw that their captors were shocking Anakin and Fisto more and more, as if trying to coerce them into something.