Padme goes back to her master

Jabba kept a firm grip on Padme's chain as they hovered into the throne room on his dais. As they were hovering towards the throne room, Jabba groped at Padme's ass, causing chills to run up her spine. She was ready to slap his hand away, but then she remembered the threats of **** Jabba had made. "You just have to play along, Padme." Jabba thoroughly enjoyed watching his new little bitch try not to squirm under his touch. There was something... refreshing about breaking in a new ****. Jabba had decided to keep Padme naked at all times, as opposed to giving her a dancing outfit like the rest of his slaves. As Jabba landed the dais in place in the throne room, many curious bystanders started to stare at Padme. It made her uneasy, to say the least. She recognized at least 5 of them as wanted smugglers on Naboo, and whole slews of other criminals. Instinctively, Padme huddled closer to Jabba, trying to cover as much of herself as possible. Sensing her nervousness, Jabba spoke to her, "Don't worry, little schutta. You are mine and mine alone. If you behave, only I will have the pleasure of your touch, yesterday being the exception!" Jabba let out another bellowing laugh. "Looking, however, well, that's a different story. What kind of host would I be if I didn't give my guest a little show?" Jabba grinned lecherously, "Get up and dance for me ****! Give us all a good show!" Jabba shoved Padme into the center of the room. The Max Reebo band began to play a song that was oddly familiar to Padme; The Planetary Anthem of Naboo! Well, a real jazzy, seductive version of it anyways. The young Queen began to shake her hips to the music; spicing up the traditional court dancing that she learned as a kid. To appease the fat slug, she began to seductively sway her hips and shaking her ass in his face. The crowd cheered her on, whistling and making some none to scrupulous comments. Jabba was obviously enjoying himself, "I sure know how to pick them..." As the song ended, Jabba yanked hard on Padme's chain, sending her flying into his rolls of fat. "Well done, little ****. You learn fast, ho ho ho!" Padme felt sick to her stomach, having to please this fat slug, but she had to play along until she found a chance to escape. "If that chance ever comes. No, damnit! Of course I'll make it out of here." "Now, my little ****, I have business to attend to. Why don't you make that mouth of yours useful and lick my ass some more, hmm?" "Of course master, whatever you like." Padme readied herself for the next few, horrible hours. "Well, you know what to do. Get to it ****!" Padme got down on her back and scooted her face under jabbas member directly below his hole. As Padme began to slurp and lick his ass, something was... different. The taste wasn't NEARLY as bad as she remembered, and the smell of his musky ass was getting her a bit wet. "What the hell is going on? Why am I enjoying this!?" Jabba, of course, knew what was going on with his new slut. As a **** pleased her Hutt master more and more, the Hutt starts to secrete pheromones. At first, the sensation is mild, but eventually, nothing can satisfy that **** except her master. "Oh my dear little Queen, you were mine the moment you swallowed my cum. There's no going back now!" Jabba was at ease throughout the rest of the day. As he sat through all of his business dealings, Padme's licking became more and more enthusiastic. She was ENJOYING rimming him! Well, maybe not enjoying it, but certainly tolerating it more. The taste was still terrible, and the smell awful, but Padme could cope with it.

As the day drew to an end, Jabba yanked Padme up from his ass. He noticed a look a moderate disappointment on her beautiful little face. Jabba couldn't help but laugh in glee as he gazed down on his new bitch. Everything WOULD have been perfect, but there was one slight problem... The jedi. Jabba's blood boiled at the mere thought of those holier-than-thou, condescending pricks. "Bah! Who do they think they are!? They're no doubt searching high and low for their former Queen this very moment!" Padme, snapping out of her euphoric state, looked up at the slimy Hutt and noticed a look of **** concentration on his face. "What is he planning? He's already gotten into my head and fucked with my mind, what more does he need?" Jabba knew that if the jedi weren't taken care of, they may try and take his new bitch. While she was slowly succumbing to his advances, she still LOATHED him outside of sex. He needed to get rid of those meddlesome pricks before he could fully have her. Luckily, Jabba had thought ahead, and prepared for their meddling. It was one of his better plans, and he knew it would work. "Oh I'm a clever one!" "Massage my tail, ****!" Padme winced at his booming command, but began to kneed and caress his fat slug tail as Jabba huffed on his hookah, reveling in his own brilliance.