Yes

Padme hung her head, slumped her shoulders in submission and nodded her head. But inside, she could feel her excitement grow and shivered inwardly with anticipation. She could not let this Darth Maul know how she truly felt.

Darth Maul studied her face. This one was odd. Given the way she had acted previously, he had not expected her to acquiesce so quickly. It seemed her submissiveness was almost an act. No matter. He would enjoy this attractive female on his terms. He stood up.

"Very well. Remove your clothing."

Padme slowly stood, not sure if Darth Maul would strike her again. When he did nothing, she slowly started to remove her belt and wrist bindings and laid them carefully on the table. She was careful to keep her head bowed in submission as she undressed to avoid provoking him. She pulled the brown dress over her head. Next, she pulled off her boots and socks and black pants leaving only her panties and blue shirt to cover her. She felt a chill as a cold desert night breeze blew through the abandoned warehouse and caressed her bare legs with its icy touch. She glanced up at the hidden face of Darth Maul and could see his eyes peering intensely out of the shadow of the cowl at her body. Padme became excited at being the center of such intense scrutiny and the cold breeze along with her excitement made her shiver and her nipples stand erect under her loose blue shirt. The desert heat had made wearing a bra too uncomfortable, so she had gone without. She hesitated, but only for a moment, then pulled the shirt over her head revealing her small upturned breasts. Finally, she removed her panties and stood naked in front of Maul, the moonlight shining on her fair white skin. She kept her head low, eyes averted and made no effort to cover herself, offering her body.

Darth Maul felt his pulse quicken as Padme undressed. He let his eyes roam over her perfectly shaped breasts, the smooth contours of her waist and hip, and down to the neat triangle of hair that covered her womanhood. Though she kept her head down and tried to appear submissive, he could tell she carried herself in an almost regal way by her posture. Obviously, this was not just some handmaiden of the queen. Maybe she was actually a member of the royal family. He could taste her fear, yet he also could feel something else, almost a feeling of eager anticipation beneath the fear. It almost felt like she wanted him to take her. Well, whoever she was, he would introduce her to the dark side of her sexuality.

He walked around behind her and admired the view following the curve of her waist from her chest to her hip and down her shapely thighs. He pulled off his gloves revealing black hands with sharpened nails. He slowly ran a nail from the cleft of her bottom to her neck. Padme felt a thrill go up her spine and a tingling start in her loins. Abruptly, Darth Maul grabbed her hair and wrenched her backward so that she turned and fell to her knees.

Her face was now at the level of his crotch. Without a word being spoken, she knew what he wanted her to do. She pressed her face into the front of his pants and inhaled, smelling his musky male scent. She could feel his manhood pushing out against his trousers. Using her hands, she searched through the folds of his garments until she found his semi-erect organ. She freed it from its confines and brought it out into the open. Inwardly she gasped with delight. His penis not even fully erect was seven inches long, jet black and covered with a web of veins that gave it a irregular surface. Using her tongue she explored the smooth bulbous head with its wide thick rim, the irregular surface of the shaft and the heavy testicles in their large wrinkled sac. Darth Maul's penis pulsed with a life of its own, growing under her ministrations. She took the throbbing dark flesh in her mouth and could feel it swell even more as it extended a full ten inches. Padme's sessions with Jar Jar had taught her how to bring about this transformation and she enjoyed the power she had over this.

Darth Maul enjoyed the sensations of her tongue and mouth on his erection, but now that he was completely erect, it was time for him to have fun with his new sex ****. Using both hands to hold the back of her head he shoved his jutting maleness deep into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Padme gagged, but Darth Maul did not relent, pulling back and thrusting even harder into her mouth without thought to her discomfort.