Padme takes Jabba

Jabba woke early in the morning, ready to fulfill his plan and rid himself of the jedi scum. He looked down to see his little slut asleep with the head of his cock still sitting in her mouth. "Awww, how precious, ho ho ho." He forcefully yanked her chain and jerked her awake. Jabba summoned Bib Fortuna. His sneaky Majordomo slithered into the room. "Yes, my master?" He inquired. "I'm expecting company today, Bib. Tell them I went to my sail barge, near the Pit of Sarlaac, to execute my latest captive. I already have everything set up, you just point them there." "Of course. master" Bib bowed and left the room. Padme began to panic. "What the hell is he planning?" Jabba could sense Padme's dismay. Jabba reassured her. "Don't worry, ****. You're life is not in jeopardy. I DO, however, have a little surprise for you. A couple of your, 'friends', will be stopping by my sail barge. You'll see what I have in store for them, ho ho ho!" Padme had no time to ask what he meant; he pulled down on her chain and **** his flaccid cock down her throat. Padme was **** to blow her master as they set off for the throne room, and despite her resistance, loved every second of it.

After an arduous trip through the desert, the two jedi finally arrived at the Hutt's palace. It was a foreboding stone building that towered over the two of them. "How should we go about this, master?" Obi-Wan inquired. Qui-Gon was always known for being a bit crass, but his plan struck Obi-Wan as damn-near suicidal! "Let's just knock on the front door!" Obi-Wan couldn't believe what he was hearing! "W-what!? Are you insane??" "Think about it Obi-Wan! I doubt Jabba knows we're coming, and this palace looks damn-near impregnable. Do YOU have any other ideas?" Obi-Wan sighed in resignation and followed Qui-Gon's lead. As the aging Jedi master rapped on the door, a senser popped out of a circular slot. It scanned them for a moment, before shooting back into its hiding space. Not even 5 seconds passed before a pale Twi'lek opened the gate and greeted them. "Do you have business here?" He asked curtly. "We've come to speak to the illustrious Jabba the Hutt. Would he perchance be available?" Qui-Gon inquired, trying to keep a cool attitude. "Ah, unfortunately you JUST missed him. Master Jabba has left on his sail barge to the Pit of Carcoon to execute his latest ****. If you leave now, you should make it in time to enjoy the 'show'." Bib grinned as the two Jedi exchanged glances, and then promptly ran to their speeder, no doubt heading to the sail barge, and their untimely demise.

Jabba, who had watched the scene unfold on an exterior camera, laughed heartily, enjoying the success of his plan. Padme watched in terror, finally understanding what Jabba had in mind. "Jabba, please! Don't do this, I beg you!" She looked imploringly up at her master, pleading for her friends' lives. "Don't worry, little schutta. They won't be killed, at least... Not yet." He grinned mischievously. "You see, the mighty Sarlaac likes to thoroughly digest its meals. The two of them will probably outlive the both of us! Albeit, not very enjoyable lives!" Padme gasped in horror. "My God, that's just... SICK!" "It'll take them awhile to get there, so we have time for a bit of fun. Well, fun for me at least!" Padme had begun to LOATHE pleasuring Jabba. Not because she hated it; exactly the opposite! She had begun to tolerate servicing her master, even though she received no physical pleasure from it, which wasn't a good sign. "I hated doing this before, why am I suddenly okay with it??" Padme's resistance was fading fast. Whenever she looked at Jabba or smelled his disgusting aroma, she got the strangest feeling of arousal. She still felt disgusted by him, but she found him oddly... alluring too. "I'm not hard yet, ****, so why don't you lick my balls for awhile? Finger my ass while you're at it too!" The young Queen jumped at the chance, despite her still hating the slime ball. She reached under his rolls of doughy fat, pulling out his filthy cock and slime-coated ballsack. She lowered her head to his balls and took a long whiff of them. "Oh my God, they smell awful! But it's making me horny! The fuck is going on?? This doesn't make sense!!" She started to kiss his smelly scrotum, coating her lips with the muck that covered them. Her hand slithered under to his ass, where she started to gently probe his hole. Jabba, for his part, had his emotions in check. He knew what was going through Padme's head, and it made him feel GREAT! While nothing could change the Hutt's foul odor and taste, the pheromones would soon rewrite Padme's sexual proclivities. "Soon, she'll associate my scent with arousal. She'll hate it, but there'll be nothing she can do about it!" Padme licked his sack clean, cleaning off all of the scum from it. She began to go beyond his balls, gently lowering her head to Jabba's ass, which she was still passionately fingering. She just couldn't help it! Her brain was saying no, but her body was screaming HELL YES. Jabba was pleasantly surprised. The pheromones were working faster than he thought. She was working twice as hard to pleasure him; going the extra mile and pleasing him without being ordered to. The smell of his ass still made her want to vomit, but disgust and arousal were slowly melding into one. She began to french kiss his asshole, sticking her tongue up it and licking his prostate. This just drove Jabba WILD. In a matter of seconds he was hard as a rock. "Alright, ****. Suck me off! But make it slow, I want it to last for the WHOLE execution, which'll start promptly in an hour. So start sucking, little bitch!" Padme engulfed his hardened cock for what Jabba was certain wouldn't be the last time.

After seeing nothing but desert for an hour, the Jedi saw a huge sail barge jutting out on the horizon. "Well, that must be it." Obi-Wan commented. There were a few skiffs roaming around, but it looked like the execution had yet to take place. "She must be on the main barge. We'll have to sneak on and get her out of there!" Obi-Wan nodded in the affirmative, and they flew closer to the barge. Most of the skiffs were scarcely guarded, leading the Jedi to believe that they weren't being expected.They pulled up to the very bottom of the main barge, and vertically ascended the speeder. Qui-Gon couldn't believe their luck! There were a few guards on the top floor, talking on the far side. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon managed to sneak past them and make it to the main floor. When they got down there, they were shocked to see no one was there. "Oh no!" Obi-Wan yelled. "It's a trap!" The door slammed behind them and all the shutters on the windows slammed shut. They both ran to the door, pulling out their lightsabers and preparing to hack it to bits. Before they could start slashing though, a huge blast hit the side of the ship, blowing off most of the window area. Suddenly, the ship veered heavily and threw the two men out of the opening directly into the mouth of Sarlaac.

Jabba had recorded the whole thing, watching from his chambers as Padme sucked on his dick. The young Queen couldn't see the screen, but she knew what had happened; the Jedi were done for. Tears streamed down Padme's face as she realized what their deaths meant; she'd be stuck with Jabba forever. Jabba looked down at his weeping **** and addressed her. "Don't you see, little Queen? Even if they had succeeded in rescuing you, what would that've accomplished? Naboo has been overrun by the Confederation and your "Republic" will do nothing to save it. I'm all you've got now! Had you escaped, you'd have just come crawling back to me!" At that moment, Jabba let loose and came down Padme's throat. It nearly spilled from her mouth, but she managed to keep pace and swallow every drop. After that, Jabba was spent. "I'm going to bed, ****. Come lie next to me. As Padme huddled close to her slug master, she thought on his words. "Come crawling back to him? Like hell I would! As soon as I'm away from him, I'll be free of these strange sexual thoughts." Little did she know that Jabba's theory would be tested very shortly.