She heeds his warming

The next day's activities pick up right at sunrise. The main room is already packed with patrons by the time Jabba's platform slid into the main room; in the corner of the room, a Male Rodianis already blowing into the pussy of a chained female Twi'leks while a mass of Jawas are eating worms off the naked body of a Mirialan. It almost brought Padme to puke as she watched a worm crawl into the slit of that woman's pussy before a Jawa slurped it out. Her eyes noticed two giant worms curing around each of the Mirialan Woman's large nipples. That is when she felt something warm and slimy slide between the metal of her **** outfit bra and her bare skin. She knew Jabba's tongue was now licking her right boob and moving towards her tender nipples without even looking. She knew if she looked, she might vomit on the spot, so she just didn't look. She wanted to run; better yet, she wanted to cut his tongue off and stuff it down his throat so that he would **** on it, but she knew anyone in here could report her to the separatist; as a result, she could not even hint at her discomfort. She fought back herself from screaming as Jabba's warm, slimly tongue wraps itself around her nipple as the worm did to the Mirialan. When Jabba was satisfied with that nipple, he pulled her closer to him so that his tongue could start licking her other tit.

Padme quickly understood that whatever rule limiting Jabba on where he placed his tongue no longer existed. After he was bored with her tits, Jabba slipped his tongue out of her bra and began to move it down her stomach. Padme knew precisely where his tongue was headed and that the one line she was not going to let him past. She decided that the moment his tongue touched her iron panties, she didn't care who was in the room; she was going to scream at the top of her lungs.

Her whole body's attention was on his tongue, and Her skin crawled as his tongue ran over her belly button. However, the sounds of heavy metal feet clanking on the ground pulled her attention towards the door. Her breath was stolen by two new separatist B2 battle droids walking into the main chamber, just as She felt Jabba's tongue slip under the metallic **** panties. She couldn't bring herself to scream, not with two actual battle droids right in front of her.

Her eyes never left the two soulless battle droids as Jabba violated her clit with his slimy, disgusting tongue. His tongue skillfully circles around her clit before flicking it, but Padme paid no attention to it. She was too focused on the broids. Padme stared into the red eye-like scanners of the droids as she thought. 'What are they doing here? Why aren't they doing anything? My likeness has to be in their database. Do I look that different with this stupid outfit on?' Padme was too focused on the fear she felt from the droids' presence to pay attention to the heat building between her legs. However, the heat eventually overcomes her knees and the buckles as she lets out a surprised moan and collapses on top of Jabba's tongue. Padme catches herself right before her knees buckle entirely, and she falls to the floor. However, by the time she caught herself, Jabba's tongue was already on her slit. Even though she already knew it was futile, she looks over to Jabba with helpless pleading eyes as if begging him not to do it.

Jabba took pleasure in the look in her eyes; he took pleasure every time one of his new slaves gave him that look. Now that she gave him 'that look, there was no way that he WASN'T going to do it. Huts' tongue looks like they just flop wildly around, but that is because, as a species, they are incredibly lazy. Contrary to popular myth, they, In fact, have the most control over their tongue of any intelligent species. If they ever had a reason to, they could probably produce any sound that any other race could make. Jabba skillfully and quickly pushes his tongue up and into Padme's pussy. A place where only Anikin has been before. His tongue explored her deepest darkest area, making sure to touch every inch of her pussy. His tongue both violated her and stimulated her at the same time. Her heart wanted to rebel and scream out; her body wanted to moan out in pleasure, while her mind knew she could do neither without drawing the attention of the battle droids. It was amazing that they have not already noticed her.

After Jabba got bored with violating her had his slate rowed back into his private quarters for a nap. Jabba's private quarters are still within earshot of the main room, so she couldn't speak her mind, but for some reason, Jaba didn't touch her back there. So she actually liked Jabba's nap time.

Much to her horror, she notices the two battle droids still in the main hall after Jabba's nap. She let herself let out a shy of relief when she noticed a rancor execution was planned for this 'outing.' She hated the idea of being **** to watch someone being put to ****; however, it did mean that Jabba should be too busy for her. The condemned was a Jawa. He got caught trying to strip a droid that had the mark of Jabba.

The poor Jawa kicked and screamed as he futilely tried not to be **** into the pit. Padme couldn't watch, so she tried to look away. But her head was **** straight when she felt something warm and slimy slip down her ass crack. She slowly turned her head towards Jabba to see his tongue was heading towards her ass.

She was furious. She hadn't even done anal with Anikin, and she had no intention of ever doing anal with him. It made her even angry the Jabba's gross tongue had even touched her ass crack, let alone the fact that it was quickly inching towards her anal virginity, and she couldn't do anything about it without giving away her identity to the droids.

She just silently let Jabba's tongue slip inside her ass and steal her anal virginity. At least it didn't last long. The rancor quickly finished its meal, and Jabba went back to his nap.

This happened another 21 times. Jabba would wake up and be rowed out into the main room. The droid would sometimes be in different positions, but they would always be in the room. And then Jabba's tongue would have its way in either her ass or pussy.

On the twenty-second time, the palace shook, and the night sky lit up with explosions just as Jabba tried to enter her ass.

The protocol Droid walked into the mid of the room and announced, "everyone, as you can see, we have a conflict going on over ahead. I can assure you that our great Jabba does not have a stake in it, so if please go down to the basement where it is safe." Jabba was too big to fit into the basement, so the droid grabbed her collar and led Padme himself. Once they were safely downstairs, Padme asked the droid, "what's going on?"

It answered, "Your allies have come to rescue you. Their **** greatly outnumbered the separatist. It all should be over soon."

She was about to let out a shy of relief until she saw four cloning chambers. Her mind flooded with questions as she glanced over them. 'Komos are the only ones with the knowledge and skills to build these, so how did Jadda get his hands on four chambers? Better yet, why did he need four chambers. Even though These chambers clearly are cloning chambers, they are far bigger than anyone has seen before.'

The komemo's cloning chambers are designed to hold the clones until mid-childhood. As a result, they are about 3 feet tall. The four before her are more than 2 feet taller than the ones on Komemo. Curious, Padme walks towards the chambers.