Royal Rimjob

Jabba shifted up slightly and pushed Padme's head past his dick and balls, to perhaps the most foul smelling thing the young Queen had ever seen; Jabba's ass. "I have a few holopads I need to go over, so why don't you be a good little slut and clean my ass while I read, hmm? Remember; disobeying me will lead to a VERY short life." Padme threw up in her mouth at the order she was given. Was her life really worth having to do all this? Padme then thought about Naboo; her home. "I have to make it back there, no matter what. If that means playing along with this bloated slug for awhile, then so be it." "Whatever you wish... master." Padme tried to hold her breath as she got her mouth closer to the foul smelling asshole. It was slimy, with bits of god knows what stuck on the rim. Padme extended her tongue and licked right across Jabba's hole. "The taste, oh god this is horrifying!" Padme thought as she once again nearly threw up. Padme shook out of it though, and licked across a few more times. It tasted like... well, ass. There was no other word for it. It was obvious Jabba had never heard of toilet paper before, since there was shit encrusted all around it. Padme began to lick with earnest, desperately trying to please Jabba. The bloated one was lounging back with a look of sheer ecstasy on her face. Many slaves chose **** instead of subjecting themselves to rimming Jabba. "This one will definitely serve me well." "Stick your tongue up my hole, ****! You need to get used to the taste, because I have a feeling you'll be doing A LOT more of this!" Jabba let out a booming laugh as the Nabbo Queen **** her tongue into the vile anus of the Hutt. Padme's tongue, which had been used to give great speeches to her people, to tell her parents that she loved them, was now all the way up the slimy, dirty ass of a Hutt. Jabba sighed in pleasure as he felt the young Queen's tongue tickle his prostate. She pulled her tongue out and began to thoroughly clean the dirty rim of his ass. Padme spent a good 20 minutes cleaning Jabba's hole before he tugged on her chain and brought her back in front of him. "You're doing good, my little Queen. You do your planet proud." Jabba said mockingly. "Now I believe you've earned the honor of pleasuring my pole! I warn you though, sucking on a Hutt's member can be overwhelming. You'll NEVER get used to the taste and size of my pole, but in time, no other cock will be able to satisfy you like a Hutt's. You are MINE for the rest of your life and you'll do as I say, without a second thought! Is that clear, little schutta?" "Abundantly, master!" Padme responded, tears forming in her eyes. "Jabba's ****... For the rest of my life? I have to get out of this hell hole!"

Padme grasped the shaft of Jabba's cock, and began to slowly pump up and down. It was nearly impossible to keep a grip, the thing was so slick with slime and sweat! Jabba began to groan in pleasure. "Lick my balls, little ****!" Padme reluctantly lowered her head to his balls and took a whiff. The musky aroma was overbearing! She ran her tongue over his sack and collected some of the slimy residue from his sack on her tongue. The taste was revolting, but Padme kept licking and kissing, cleaning off Jabba's misshapen scrotum. "Alright, slut" Jabba commanded, "You have my permission to blow me." Padme positioned herself with her mouth mere inches away from the bulbous head of Jabba's cock. She stuck out her tongue and licked the tip a little. Jabba wasn't joking when he said she wouldn't like it. Somehow this was WORSE than licking his ass. The slime that covered his cock had such a powerful, musky taste, and the goo stuck to her throat and constricted her breathing. Jabba began to grow impatient, so he yanked Padme down onto his cock and held her head in place. The young Queen began to gag and splutter all over the place. Between the foul smell, the taste, and the fact that she was being choked with Jabba's cock, Padme wasn't exactly enjoying herself. "Just bear with it, Amidala. You can make it out of this, you just have to be patient..." Jabba began pumping his dick in and out of Padme's tight throat, groaning and panting the whole time. After what seemed a decade, Jabba's cock began pulsing. "Get ready to swallow, bitch! Savor the gift your master is giving you!" Jabba roared and poured his cum down Padme's throat. His sperm came out like a fire hose, nearly launching the young Queen off the dais.

After a few minutes, the stream of semen finally dribbled to a halt. Jabba pulled Padme off his cock and let her fall to the ground and gasp for breath. "You've done well, my little Queen. I have a feeling you'll serve me well as my personal cockslut." Jabba grinned wickedly. "I will keep you tethered to me at all times. You'll feed me, dance for me, and pleasure me in whatever way I desire. OR, I can feed you to my pet Rancor and get a more... willing replacement. The choice is yours, little Queen." Padme wouldn't kid herself: **** didn't sound like too bad of an alternative. "No, I have to stay alive. Naboo needs me, and I WILL find a way out of here. It's best just to play the part, and be the little slut he wants, at least for now." "Please, master Jabba, let me be your cockslut. Your lowly **** is not worthy of such an honor, but if you'll find me worthy, I'll serve you until my dying day." Jabba knew she was just telling him what he wanted to hear, but her feeble attempts at escape and fooling him would be ultimately pointless. "Soon," Jabba thought, "She'll serve me willingly, without having to put on an act" The crafty Hutt decided to let her carry on; after all, a willing sex **** was quite a treat. "Ho ho ho, come lie down with me, my schutta. I expect you'll have QUITE a busy day tomorrow." Padme crawled close to Jabba and put her head down on his tail. "Be strong, you can make it through this. You're a Queen God damnit!" With that thought in mind, Padme closed her eyes and drifted off into a very uneasy sleep.

Around sun rise, Padme was awoken by a sharp jerk of her chain. "Up you get, little ****, we have a big day ahead of us." Padme remembered the things that she had to do last night; she still had the foulest taste in her mouth. All the emotions she had suppressed came pouring out, and she began to cry openly. "Now, now, my little Queen, don't you cry. There are two ways my slaves grow into their roles. They either grow to loathe me and suffer ****, or they accept their role and serve me happily. I have a feeling that you'll soon embrace your role as my ****, and come to appreciate me." Padme wasn't buying it though; "Enjoy being his ****? Like hell I will!" Padme collected herself and stopped her weeping; she could get through this. Jabba began to rub her shoulder in a gentle, yet suggestive, way. "You'll find that I'm not the monster you think I am. I demand obedience and pleasure from my slaves, but I give them purpose and fulfillment in their lives, you-." Padme cut in, "I already HAD fulfillment in my life. I had the love of my people, a purpose! And you took that from me!" Tears slowly crept back into Padme's eyes. "If you truly have any soul, you'll let me leave! Let me go back to my people, I beg you!" Jabba burst into laughter at that. "Oh my sweet little ****, don't talk nonsense! I already told you, you're mine now! You can either come to terms with it, or die. Truly, it's that simple of a choice." Padme was going to retort, but Jabba cut in "Now, you can either stop talking like a good little ****, or I can put that mouth of yours to good use cleaning my ass!" Padme wasn't going to take this! "Go to hell, you fat piece of shit!" Padme couldn't believe what she had just said! She'd tried so hard to keep her composure, and she'd blown it. "Oh God, I'm fucked now! He'll probably have me eaten alive, or HE'LL eat me! Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!!" Jabba yanked hard on her chain, strangling her in the process. "HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO YOUR MASTER LIKE THAT!!!" He roared. He seemed ready to end her pathetic life, when all of a sudden... He stopped. He sighed a little, and then addressed his ****. "I think I know what the problem is. You don't appreciate the gifts I give you. I've kept you safe, fed you, and now you lash out at me. Tsk, tsk, tsk. I suppose some punishment is in order." He slammed a button on the panel next to his dais. One of those wretched Gamorreans came into the room. He was a tall, very beefy guard. He wore a simple brown loincloth and a polished leather tunic. He was obviously of a higher caliber than his fellow guards. "Ortugg, I have a little present for you and the men." He tossed Padme's chain to him. "My **** wishes to give back to her steadfast protectors. Use her anyway you like, EXCEPT for her pussy. That is mine and mine alone! Besides that, have fun. She's yours for the WHOLE day, ho ho ho!" "Thank you. master!" He grunted eagerly. Apparently he was well versed in the common tongue; he addressed Padme. "Come on, bitch! The boys will be pleased." She turned pleadingly to Jabba, but he just laughed as the fat pig dragged her away.