When the lift doors sealed, the tall oak doors opened inward. Padme walked past the wide threshold, Senator DeSade's quarters were expensive and ornate to say the least, the spacious audience chamber was a long oval, a curved crystal window looked upon the endless city skyline of Coruscant, a heavy oak desk sat before the window facing the double doors, in the middle of the chamber were cushioned leather chairs and a long divan facing the desk, to Padme's right, a small bar with various off-world liquors, to the young woman's left, a tall, closed, wooden cabinet.

"Senator Amidala, a pleasure to see you. I must confess that I was surprised by your offer for a personal visit," said DeSade silkily from his desk.

Padme peered into the gloom barely illuminated by randomly placed scented candles, she made out the lean outline of the infamous senator, reclining within his high-backed leather chair, twin glittering orbs of obsidian staring hungrily at the reluctant, nervous beauty.

"I..I heard that personal visits are required if one seeks your vote for issues in the Senate," stammered Padme, clutching her skirts with trembling, pale fingers.

"You want my vote? Let me guess..the Army of the Republic vote."

"I..I want to vote down additional funds to expand the army. We already have over half a million clones, we don't need to make the military anymore powerful."

"You've been keeping up with the army's progress reports?"

"Yes," nodded Padme, taking a chair facing the shadowed senator's desk. "I know the war isn't going well.."

"Dooku's battle droids have captured over a dozen systems, he's a serious threat to the Republic, we need a strong army to repel his advances deeper into Republic space, if the Confederacy reaches Coruscant it's the end for all of us."

"I don't think it will come to that, Senator," frowned Padme, shaking her head.

"You really are a naive girl, if I may say so, Padme," smiled DeSade, rising sinuously from his chair. "But enough debate, you wish my vote to slow down appropriations for the army, are you prepared to do what is necessary to secure my vote?"

Padme blushed furiously and lowered her large, brown eyes, she fingered her long skirts. "Y..yes, Senator."

"Then rise and lean over the top of my desk," ordered DeSade, unbuttoning his silk shirt as he circled behind Padme, heading for the closed cabinet on the other side of the chamber.

Biting her full, lower lip, Padme crossed the short distance to the senator's desk and obediently leaned forward over the polished desktop, little palms pressing upon the smooth, grained wood, her heart racing inside her heaving chest, her parted knees buckling underneath her glittering skirts.

Bare-chested, DeSade joined Padme by his desk. "Lift up your skirts, Padme."

Small ivory teeth digging into her quivering lower lip to stifle her anguished sob, Padme raised her hands from the desktop to reach down and hike up her long, flowing skirts, slim, alabaster legs gleamed like polished ivory in the flickering candlelight, running up to the small swells of her buttocks covered by a pair of dainty, white lace panties.

"So luscious, as I dreamed they were..," murmured DeSade, cupping Padme's trembling right buttock, squeezing it as if testing a ripe melon, cool fingers stroking inside Padme's warm thighs.

"What's this? Wet already, Senator Amidala?" inquired DeSade, bringing up an index finger wet with vaginal nectar. The sharp-featured, bare-chested senator licked the sticky honey from his fingertip. "Hmm, not warm. Ah! So the rumors are true! You are copulating with that tall Padawan the Supreme Chancellor assigned for your protection, you naughty little thing!"

"No..that's not true!" protested Padme weakly, shaking her head vigorously while DeSade fondled her little ass, tugging down her damp panties, long fingers running up and down her tight ass crack, scratching her pouting cunnie and bung, stroking the warm, creamy mounds of her quivering, bare buttocks.

"Mmm, but I see through your lies, Senator Amidala," purred DeSade in Padme's left ear. "I can still feel the boy's fluids just inside the lips of your tender, young sex, did he thrust his member deep into your belly, Senator? Is a new life even now germinating inside your small womb, Padme?"

"S..stop it!" wept Padme, hot tears running down her burning cheeks, her parted legs quaking.

DeSade smiled and licked Padme's left earlobe, his exploring fingers left the young woman's warm crack, Padme relaxed, then her eyes grew wide and she screamed when DeSade slapped her right buttock with a hard wooden paddle.

"Now you begin to earn my vote, Senator," chuckled DeSade, pounding each of Padme's raised buttocks with the paddle.

Padme fell upon the desktop, clenching her raised skirts as DeSade spanked her relentlessly, the paddle slapping sharply into Padme's throbbing ass over and over, until the young senator's naked rump was glowing scarlet.

"Such a lovely sight," sighed DeSade, lowering the paddle to caress Padme's bruised bottom. Padme whimpered, sniffling and blinking away tears, almost welcoming DeSade's caresses if it meant he was done paddling her burning ass cheeks.

"Stand up and turn around."

Padme rose from the desk, still holding up her long skirts, she turned to face DeSade.

DeSade pinched Padme's tiny chin, he kissed her roughly, devouring her shivering lips.

The cruel senator uncoiled Padme's long, dark brown hair, he gathered two handfuls, then he kissed Padme again, tongue thrusting through her whimpering lips, mouth sucking, relishing the taste of the reluctant young woman.

Dragging his fingers out of Padme's thick, silky mane, DeSade ripped open the Naboo senator's bodice, pale, milky breasts dropped free, DeSade caught the small mounds, he crushed them within his hard, strong fingers, Padme moaned and averted her face while DeSade kneaded and groped her aching tits.

DeSade pressed Padme back to lie across his polished desk. Padme moaned softly, DeSade clutching at her wrists, while his cold lips ran across her trembling breasts, sucking upon her little caramel nipples until they were throbbing and swollen.

Padme squealed when DeSade fastened pinching clamps to both of her hard tit buds. Covering Padme's gasping mouth with his own, DeSade stabbed the prone young woman between her splayed thighs with his eager prick, Padme groaned inside her tormentor's slurping mouth as the senator humped her repeatedly, ramming his veined erection to the hilt inside her quaking belly.

When DeSade tired of pounding between Padme's open legs, he rolled the limp beauty onto her shivering belly, he sheathed his cock within Padme's puckered, drooling cunnie from behind, squeezing and tugging on Padme's dark crimson buttocks as he thrust into the weeping girl.

Just when she thought she had endured every humiliation possible, DeSade surprised Padme yet again by ramming his slick cock into her clenched bunghole, stabbing deep into her rectum, humping her bruised, glowing ass as enthusiastically as her drenched pussy. Padme clung to the edge of the desk, eyes squeezed shut, tears glittering upon her flushed, hot cheeks as she rocked underneath the pounding, humping senator riding her ass.

Padme lay quietly until Anakin's breathing was slow and steady, then she delicately lifted his cyber-arm away from her and slipped out of the bed.

Glancing often at her sleeping husband, Padme dressed as quickly and quietly as she could, then she draped on a heavy, dark cloak, set the cowl over her head, and padded softly out of the dark bedchamber.

The ebony hoverlimo was waiting on the roof landing pad when Padme emerged into the cold, wind-swept night. The small woman's cloak snapped and tugged at Padme as she crouched low and climbed through the open limo hatch. The hatch lowered and sealed soundlessly, then the craft lifted off and plunged into the shadowed canyons of Coruscant, descending to the lightless lower levels of the planet-sized city.

Padme was wringing her gloved hands, her heart racing within her small chest, when a panel slid open in the limo partition.

"Are you wearing the attire Master DeSade sent you?" inquired the obsidian droid piloting the hoverlimo.

"Y..yes," nodded Padme, her cheeks burning.

The partition panel slid shut, leaving Padme alone with her anguish and guilt as the hoverlimo flew towards one of Senator DeSade's private apartments.

***

The limo hatch sealed again after Padme had exited the sleek craft. Padme clung to her whipping cloak, she turned to regard the ebony vehicle, she could still change her mind, return home, snuggle back into Anakin's strong, enfolding arms and forget the deal she had made with the lascivious Senator.

Lowering her head, Padme left the hoverlimo behind her and stepped heavily across the small pad to the waiting apartment entrance. There was no turning back now, DeSade and his voting block had supported Padme's motion to re-evaluate the Army of the Republic, the measure didn't halt the production of clones, but it did buy the peace faction time to formulate a more permanent means of ending the civil war without more bloodshed.

The entrance hissed open for Padme, she stepped into the quiet, dimly lit corridor, her stiletto heels clicking upon the mirror-polished floor. Holding her cloak shut, trembling with apprehension, Padme followed the long corridor that wound slowly like a spiral until she reached the apartment's heart, another heavy door slid aside, and Padme entered reluctantly.

Senator DeSade was sitting at a candle-lit table, sipping from a crystal flute filled with violet wine.

"Ah, at last you've arrived, my dear! For a moment I thought you would change your mind about our little arrangement."

"I keep my promises, Senator," glared Padme, crimson-gloved hands curling into tight fists.

"Well you should, Senator," smiled DeSade coldly. "What I give, I can take away. Your current motion will buy you and your faction a few weeks at most, you will need my support again when you put forth your next measure in the Senate."

"I know," acknowledged Padme bitterly.

"Then let us enjoy ourselves tonight. You can start by putting off that cloak, I want to see you in the gift I sent."

Cheeks aflame, Padme let her heavy cloak fall to her red stiletto heels, she wore a sheer, shimmering, scarlet gown with a neckline that plunged down to her navel, her back bare to the small swells of her buttocks. Two thin spaghetti straps kept the gown in place, the dress was complemented by silk crimson gloves that rode up to Padme's elbows, a matching red silk choker was tied around Padme's slim neck, a leash ring hung over the young woman's pale throat. Padme had painted her full lips wine violet, her eyes were darkly shadowed, and her long, thick, dark brown hair was tied into a french braid that hung down to her tight ass, each knot adorned with a bright red silk ribbon.

"A beautiful present wrapped up with a bow, wouldn't you say, Senator?"

"Indeed, DeSade, this lovely is your best work yet," hissed the green-scaled Falleen.

Padme swooned as the Falleen's musky pheromones overcame her. Padme swayed and started to fall, but the tall, lean Falleen caught her in his sinuous arms, his forked tongue stroked Padme's suddenly hot cheek, then tasted the warm cleavage displayed by Padme's skintight gown.

DeSade grinned widely and sipped lightly from his wine glass as he watched Padme drop to her knees, her head lolling from side to side as the Falleen parted the folds of his rich robes, presenting Padme with his long, hard prick.

Moaning, Padme wrapped her crimson-gloved hands around the veined shaft, she ran her pink tongue and violet lips up and down the stiff erection, she planted a soft, wet kiss on the bloated head, then she sucked half of the alien meat through her enfolding lips, mewling faintly as she suckled the long cock.

Hissing, thrusting his prick down Padme's warm, constricting throat, the humping Falleen plucked the thin straps of Padme's shimmering gown with his claws and let the sheer dress slide down Padme's lush body. The shuddering Falleen senator lowered his ebony claws to Padme's swollen, caramel nipples, he pinched and twisted the little tit buds, Padme moaned around the alien's cock that was stuffed inside her slurping, drooling mouth.

"Dear Padme enjoys a little pain, Senator, perhaps you should bend our flushed beauty over," purred DeSade, leaning back into his high-backed chair, thoroughly enjoying Padme's degradation.

Dragging over a nearby chair, the Falleen sat down, Padme remaining between his scaled legs, burying her glowing face in the senator's crotch, ravenously sucking on the Falleen's thick, throbbing member. The Falleen cupped Padme's blushing face, he pressed his mouth onto Padme's and wriggled his long, agile tongue through Padme's pouting lips. Padme whimpered, her tongue entwined with the senator's, she didn't resist when their mouths parted and the Falleen lifted Padme to her stiletto heels, bending her over both of his legs, presenting her bare little ass to DeSade across the room.

DeSade licked his lips when the Falleen started spanking Padme's lifted bottom. Padme squealed during the first series of sharp slaps, but as her tight alabaster buttocks started to glow dark crimson, Padme whimpered huskily, honey dribbling between her clenched young thighs.

The Falleen was enjoying the experience of spanking Senator Amidala's bare ass raw. Over and over the Falleen struck Padme's quivering buttocks with his flat palm, he raked his black nails lightly across both of Padme's burning ass cheeks, he squeezed and fondled each naked, hot, firm mound, then he dragged his long index finger through Padme's narrow crack, coating his scratching digit in Padme's spilling cunt honey.

DeSade rose from his chair when the Falleen positioned Padme upon his lap, Padme's slender legs splayed apart, her open pussy rubbing against the beading tip of the Falleen's engorged meat.

Padme wrapped her gloved arms around the Falleen's sinuous neck and lowered her aching vulva onto the senator's erection, moaning and biting her lower lip when she felt the Falleen's pulsating cock shove up into her shivering belly.

DeSade snatched Padme's braid and yanked her head back while she bucked and bounced upon the Falleen's pounding crotch. DeSade kissed Padme roughly, tonguing the naked beauty, exchanging saliva with the writhing, lustful, young woman.

When DeSade rubbed the heavy head of his cock across Padme's wine-colored lips, Padme didn't hesitate to suck the senator's prick into her eager mouth. While the Falleen impaled her again and again, Padme slurped loudly on DeSade's thrusting meat, gagging when the Senator sheathed his entire member down Padme's working throat.

Padme clung to the Falleen's slick neck as DeSade shoved his prick through her puckered pink bung. Padme's shapely ass rolled as she was penetrated in the cunt and the sphincter. Bouncing upon the Falleen's bucking lap, her small breasts swaying, nipples dripping with saliva and love sweat, Padme was reduced to a mindless thing by the Falleen's euphoria-inducing pheromones, she yielded to the two lustful senators in every way, sucking them both off over and over, her every orifice explored and plumbed by semen-soaked pricks and eager, questing tongues.

Finally, as dawn rose through the chamber's wrap-around holo-screen, the Falleen senator climaxed one last time over Padme's cum-drenched tits. Padme opened her mouth and tried to swallow as much of the Falleen's salty discharge as she could, moaning wantonly and licking semen from her rosebud lips. The spent Falleen stroked Padme's flushed, cum-splattered cheek with ebony claws, then he nodded to DeSade, draped his ornate robes back on, and left Padme with the naked man, who was again plunging his thick cock deep into her warm, tight rectum.

Rising from her low crouch, Padme and DeSade writhed together standing before the brightening skyline of Coruscant. DeSade licked Padme's sweaty shoulder, his possessive hands roving all over Padme's luscious, naked body, caressing a fluttering belly, cupping and milking a slick, pliant, young breast.

With the Falleen gone, the pheromone-induced arousal within Padme died. Instead of moaning in ecstasy, Padme started whimpering in protest, pushing at DeSade's sweaty flanks with her small hands, wriggling against the senator as he slapped into her crimson buttocks, spearing deep into Padme's clenched anus.

DeSade wrapped his wiry arms around Padme's small, wriggling waist. "Just a moment longer, my love..I'm almost done."

Padme sobbed and clawed at DeSade's unyielding arms, her little ass trapped between the senator's flexing thighs as he reamed her between the buttocks mercilessly, driving into Padme harder and harder until he gushed and squirted warm semen into Padme's rectum, the overflow oozing out when DeSade slipped out his limp cock with a wet, slurping pop, cum drooling from Padme's burning buttocks to splash upon the gleaming floor between Padme's stiletto heels.

"Perhaps you'd care to stay for breakfast, my dear? I have a large, soft bed that we could share until we recover our strength," leered DeSade, depressing a button to summon the servant droids.

Hot tears of shame spilling down Padme's burning pink cheeks, the young senator snatched up her discarded gown and cloak before fleeing from DeSade's lair. At the entrance Padme stopped to violently wipe at her swollen eyes and slip her gown back on, she wrapped her cloak tightly about her, then raced across the pad to the waiting hoverlimo. As the craft lifted to join the long streams of morning traffic, Padme broke into fresh sobs, weeping harshly into her gloved hands, her whole petite body wracked by guilt for what she had allowed to happen.

Padme groaned into the black silk gag tied over her gaping mouth. The young, lovely senator of Naboo was straddling the back of a chair, her wrists tied together in front of her, her slim ankles also tied to the front legs of the rocking seat. Padme was naked except for polished black stiletto-heeled shoes and a studded black leather collar. Besides the silk strip tied over Padme's whimpering mouth, another strip of heavy black silk was bound across Padme's eyes, her head swayed back and forth while Senator DeSade pushed his slick cock up to his balls inside Padme's sucking bunghole.

As he humped Padme's small ass, DeSade slapped her glowing pink buttocks sharply, each loud crack reverberating through the senator's small, candle-lit apartment, yet another hidden niche where Padme met DeSade for their weekly rendezvous.

Slowly withdrawing his dripping prick from Padme's pouting bung, DeSade cupped the young beauty's firm, crimson buttocks and lifted her pert ass from the chair seat so he could bury his meat deep within Padme's soaked pussy. Padme's limp head rolled from creamy, gleaming shoulder to shoulder, her long, loose, dark hair spilling down her slick spine and cascading over her beading, pink-flushed young breasts.

Blind and bound, Padme rolled her small, sensual hips, grinding her throbbing ass into DeSade's hairy crotch, her vulva spread wide for the senator's thrusting, veined member. Padme moaned weakly into her gag as DeSade pumped faster between her parted buttocks, their bodies slapping together wetly from DeSade's furious, relentless gyrations. Padme sobbed into her drool-soaked gag when DeSade climaxed inside her, a moment later her vagina contracted uncontrollably, her vaginal muscles squeezing the panting senator's cock dry.

Caressing Padme's sweaty shoulders, DeSade ran his face through the young woman's thick, damp, musky hair. Padme sat quietly while DeSade caressed and fondled her nude, bound body, her skin hot beneath his cool palms, her nipples tingling when her lover tweaked and tugged upon the engorged buds.

After tiring of his languid gropings, DeSade freed Padme's blindfold and gag. Padme licked her saliva-coated lips while DeSade untied her ankles and wrists. With Padme free, DeSade walked to a sideboard, he poured wine into two goblets, he sipped from one and stretched out his left arm to offer Padme the other. Ordinarily Padme refused to take any form of refreshment from DeSade after their lovemaking, but tonight Padme took the heavy silver goblet and greedily gulped the warm, spiced wine.

Smiling in satisfaction, DeSade strode naked to look out a holo-screen at the glittering spires of Coruscant.

"When you return to your apartments, pack for a short trip."

"Why?" frowned Padme, holding her goblet with both hands and sipping lightly from it, the wine satiating her fierce thirst.

DeSade looked at Padme over his right shoulder, Padme quickly lowered her large, brown eyes, DeSade disliked having his orders questioned. Nodding in acknowledgement of Padme's submission, DeSade returned his gaze to the skyline.

"I've been instructed by the Military Oversight Committee to go to the front lines, I want you to accompany me, I require..companionship."

"But there are votes in the Senate! My husband!" protested Padme, setting aside her empty goblet.

DeSade glared at Padme, the young woman snapped her mouth shut, realizing she had gone too far.

"Come here."

Steeling herself for the inevitable punishment, Padme reluctantly joined DeSade by the holo-screen.

"Put your palms on the screen, set your legs apart."

Padme hesitantly placed her open palms upon the display of Coruscant, she spread her slim legs apart, her bald pussy visible between her taut, bruised buttocks.

Padme squeaked when DeSade slapped her left ass cheek. Again and again the cruel senator spanked Padme's sore bottom, until the dusky beauty's ass was an angry purple.

DeSade gathered a handful of Padme's long hair and yanked her head back.

"What have you learned?"

"N..never argue with your orders!" wept Padme.

"Good girl," grinned DeSade viciously, covering Padme's quivering lips with his hard, demanding mouth.

***

Padme stumbled out of the hoverlimo, not bothering to watch its departure as she shuffled painfully across the landing pad above her apartments. The sun was blinding silver to the east, the orb's hot rays burning off the heavy fog that blanketed the hundreds of towers dotting the great galactic capital. At the outer hatch, Padme stopped to catch her breath and to allow her many bruises a few moments to stop throbbing. DeSade had not stopped with Padme's ass, he had used a riding crop on Padme's thighs and back next, her spine from neck to buttocks was afire with agony, she sniffled to drive back the tears that threatened to spill again if she allowed them to.

Padme pushed her bags into an overhead compartment. When she turned to face DeSade, he was sitting indolently by a porthole, one foot rocking over a knee.

"It's going to be a long trip to the warzone. Come over here and let's begin on the right foot."

Clasping her hands together, swallowing bile, her face pale, Padme obediently went to DeSade, she knelt before him when he opened his legs for her, then she freed the senator's cock from his trousers and lowered her warm mouth onto DeSade's bloated prick head.

"The ship has left Coruscant, my lord," reported the Nemoidian envoy, the only one remaining in the capital.

"Tell your Viceroy to send three starships to these coordinates," hissed Sidious, spider-like fingers playing over a data terminal.

"What is the task for these ships, my lord?" inquired the nervous Nemoidian.

"When they encounter a Republic diplomatic vessel, they are to destroy it completely," smiled the gray lips beneath the dark lord's heavy black cowl.

*****

Chapter Two

The cabin was dark, only the dim glimmer of tiny stars through a small porthole provided Padme any light to see. At the moment Padme was too busy to examine the rich adornments DeSade had ordered installed within his quarters during their long tour of the battlezone, right now Padme had her head between Senator DeSade's curled legs, sucking wetly upon the blackmailer's erect, engorged cock.

Padme lay atop DeSade, straddling the senator's nuzzling face, shuddering when she felt DeSade's cool lips tugging and slurping upon her puffy, recently shaved cunnie. DeSade had taken great pleasure in having Padme sit on his lap with her slim, dusky legs spread-eagled while he ran a gleaming razor over Padme's silky snatch, slicing away small tufts of dark pubic curls until Padme's pink twat was hairless and smooth.

Padme lifted her flushed young face from DeSade's quaking crotch, she squeezed her brown eyes shut, her little ass bucked as DeSade worked his wet tongue deep into Padme's aching vagina, stroking the soft, moist, honey-coated corridor of Padme's love tunnel. Rubbing one hot, bright pink cheek over one of DeSade's thighs, Padme went down on the prone senator again, opening her rosebud mouth wide for DeSade's thick meat, drool oozing from her gaping lips onto the senator's veined shaft.

DeSade clamped his legs around Padme's lowered head, he thrust hard with his pelvis, driving his cock deep into Padme's tight, gagging throat, pounding into her sucking mouth harder and harder until he exploded in her constricting throat, feeding her a long stream of salty milk that the young, naked senator of Naboo struggled to swallow.

A chime echoed through the starship's corridors. DeSade opened his legs so that Padme could lift her head and slide from her keeper's sweat-slick body.

DeSade rose from the disheveled bunk, sharply slapped Padme's bare left buttock, then quickly donned rich purple robes before leaving Padme alone in the dark cabin.

Curious about the current status of the war, Padme slipped on the short blue silk shift that DeSade insisted she wear about the ship. As Padme tugged black silk thong panties up her supple, light brown legs, the young woman blushed hotly, the sheer shift was an intentional effort by DeSade to keep Padme in his cabin, the little garment barely covered Padme's crotch, her panties were easily visible, as were the small, rounded swells of her lower buttocks. The silk shift also displayed Padme's hardened nipples whenever she walked about the ship, despite life support systems the cruiser's corridors remained very cool while in deep space, cold enough to tweak and stiffen Padme's tender breast buds.

Gathering her long, dark brown hair atop her head and afixing it in place with two silver pins, Padme wiggled her small feet into soft shoes and left the cabin that still reeked of sweaty, sticky sex.

***

Padme caught up with DeSade in one of the long conference rooms, speaking with the smartly dressed ship's captain and poring over a holo-map of the major contested sectors.

"As you can see, Senator, the CIS has managed to break through our lines here and here," pointed the captain, a tall, burly man with salt and pepper hair with a matching, well-trimmed beard.

"Can't the military shift resources from these quiet sectors?" indicated DeSade, frowning.

"No, Senator. If you look here you see that those units are blocking several possible strong-points on the CIS battle line, we've been watching those areas quietly stockpile supplies and spares, if we reposition our blocking units, the CIS has a clear path to the Inner Rim systems."

Padme stood on the other side of the captain away from DeSade, she gazed up at the shifting attack lines and unit markers.

"So you're saying we won't win the war unless we have more clones?"

The grizzled captain glanced down at Padme briefly, his face flushed at the sight of the barely dressed young beauty beside him, he quickly returned his gaze to the holo-map.

"I'm afraid so, Senator Amidala. The Confeds are building thousands of new droid soldiers every day. Without fresh clones to replenish our armies, the Confeds can just wear us down through attrition until the road to Coruscant is wide open for them."

"Thank you, Captain. You may return to the bridge now," smiled DeSade without warmth.

Saluting crisply, the captain gave Padme one last appreciative glance, then marched out of the conference chamber.

Padme had her embarrassed eyes to the deck, her cheeks burning crimson, when DeSade walked to her.

"Did you enjoy displaying your charms to the good captain, my dear?" purred DeSade, catching one of Padme' poking nipples through her silk shift and pinching it hard.

Padme winced, she slowly lifted her anguished brown eyes to DeSade's cold orbs.

"Please..don't."

"Please, don't?" grinned DeSade, snatching Padme's shoulders and spinning her around, shoving her against the edge of the long table and bending her over until her cheek pressed against the smooth, cold tabletop.

Licking his lips, DeSade reached underneath Padme's short shift, he yanked down her silk panties, then he parted his heavy robes and buried his hard prick between Padme's raised buttocks.

Padme whimpered and shed glittering tears through her clenched shut eyes while DeSade raped her against the conference table. Padme rocked between DeSade and the table, clawing at the polished metallic tabletop, sobbing weakly as her blackmailer impaled her lifted ass, slapping her perky buttocks with raised palms until Padme's little ass glowed cherry red, then slipping free the pins holding up Padme's thick, dark mane, gathering handfuls of the young, moaning girl's warm, silky hair and tugging on them like reins as he humped Padme's glowing, yielding rump.

The battle alert claxon rang shrilly just when DeSade groaned and desposited yet more of his seed within Padme's fluttering belly. Tugging his spent cock free of Padme's pussy with a wet, slurping pop, DeSade closed his purple robes and rushed out of the conference chamber without a spare thought for his sniffling lover.

Unable to do anything about the rivulets of milky cum running down her parted legs, Padme slipped her panties back up, wincing and making a small moan when her snug underwear inflamed her sore, bruised bottom. Smoothing down her short shift with trembling fingers, Padme's tear-filled eyes widened when the room shook violently. A dull boom confirmed Padme's fears, the diplomatic cruiser was under attack.

Padme used a damp cloth to wipe away the last of DeSade's semen from her creamy inner thighs. She tossed the cum-stained cloth into the refuse chute, then dropped down upon one of the square cell's rock-hard bunks. Padme brought her bare knees together, she wore a clean gray shift provided by her Nemoidian captors, she assumed the Nemoidians wanted her clean and well-dressed for her execution.

The blast door of Padme's cell cycled open, DeSade was shoved inside, then the vault-thick door hissed shut.

Aware of Padme's bright brown eyes upon him, DeSade stood straight and brushed off his long robes.

"What do they want with us?" asked Padme, small hands squeezing her knees.

"Count Dooku ordered us brought to him, to Geonosis I assume," shrugged the lean senator, sitting on the edge of the bunk adjacent to Padme's.

"You bargained with them, didn't you?" accused Padme, gazing coldly at DeSade. "You're going to give them the troop dispositions that our ship's captain shared with you!"

"It's necessary, Padme," growled DeSade, avoiding Padme's accusing stare. "They'll spare our lives, return us to Republic space."

"They'll kill us the moment they think they've squeezed you dry of information!"

"Shut up!" spat DeSade. "What other choice do I have? Meet my death bravely? Die for the grand Republic? Ha!"

"The Supreme Chancellor will send the Jedi to rescue us! Anakin will come for me!"

"It still amazes me how utterly naive you are, Padme!" sneered DeSade. "Palpatine wrote us off the second our ship was attacked! Think about it! Two senators slain by Confederation starships! This is the perfect incentive for the Senate to vote more funds for increased clone production, the Chancellor won't lift a finger to help us, we're on our own!"

Padme closed her mouth, hot words of rebuke dying on her lips. Although she hated to admit it, DeSade was right, the Senate would expand the army after two members of its body were slain by Trade Federation forces, all her work, all her compromises..for nothing.

"Come here, Padme."

Padme rose listlessly from her bunk, she shuffled over to DeSade, sat down on his lap when he caught her small waist and tugged her to him.

"Another long journey..at least I have you to occupy me," murmured DeSade as he hiked up Padme's light tunic, running his cool palms up and down Padme's dusky, warm thighs.

When DeSade freed Padme's thick, dark brown hair from its coiled braid, Padme shook her hair out, then leaned back into DeSade, closing her sad eyes, surrendering to DeSade's demanding embrace, his fondling, exploring touch.

***

Several officers of the night watch were gathered around the security monitors, watching with avid interest when DeSade began stroking Padme's puffy twat, the young woman moaning in a most pleasing fashion, working her little hips, rubbing her naked crotch against the male's scratching digits.

"Are you watching the prisoners?" inquired the shimmering image of Count Dooku, startling the leering Nemoidians, making several jump and squeak.

"Y..yes, sir!" finally replied the commander of the night watch.

Dooku smiled smugly. "Patch in a feed upon my private comm signal."

"At once, sir!" saluted the commander, snapping at his subordinates to establish the video link.

Crossing his arms across his chest, Dooku shimmered away.

***

Padme was bouncing on DeSade's bucking lap, her dark hair flying about her naked shoulders, her small breasts rolling as DeSade squeezed her tiny wrists, holding the young beauty's thin arms behind her, all the while pounding sharply into Padme's little pink ass, the tight cheeks flushed and glowing from every loud slap of DeSade's flexing thighs. Drool flowed freely down Padme's slack chin, she clenched her tear-filled eyes shut, panting raggedly, her pussy aching as DeSade thrust deep into her contracting vagina, honey dripping freely over Padme's splayed thighs, sweat gleaming upon her, beading hot upon flushed, smooth skin.

DeSade drew Padme against his slick, bare chest, he slipped his hands underneath the bouncing young woman's armpits, he caught Padme's swaying tits, milked and kneaded the soft, pliant orbs as he impaled Padme harder and deeper, his balls smacking against Padme's throbbing buttocks.

Padme lay across DeSade's flat torso, her small, naked body rocked and writhed over the humping senator's, she crossed her thin arms over her damp, disheveled hair, she rolled with the motion of DeSade's thrusting pelvis, her legs spreading wide, her young, soaked cunnie stuffed full with DeSade's shoving cock.

Pushing on Padme's gleaming back, DeSade bent the naked young woman over, until Padme's fingers could touch her bare toes. Tugging Padme's bruised buttocks apart, DeSade eased his honey-drenched prick into Padme's tight, puckered bunghole, Padme whimpered before biting her quivering lower lip. Clenching Padme's luscious ass, DeSade rammed into the sobbing beauty's constricting sphincter, shoving his veined meat to the hilt within Padme's warm, sucking rectum.

Padme rocked limply back and forth while DeSade reamed her pink bung. Shuddering, DeSade releashed a frothy torrent of cum through Padme's plugged anus, when the spent senator drew out his jizz-coated prick, gushing cream spilled down Padme's raw crack and splashed wetly between the naked young woman's out-spread legs.

Dooku grinned as he watched Padme kneel in a puddle of semen and her own sweet juices, cradling DeSade's limp cock with two small palms while she carefully licked the length of man-meat clean of cum and vaginal honey.

"When you have come into my hands, dear Padme, your crude couplings with the senator will be as nothing. You will be a newborn virgin, and I shall shed you of your innocence with the dark pleasures of the Sith."

"Let's play a game, Padme! I want to know more about you, and I know the perfect way to do it!"

"W..what..game?" frowned Padme.

"Here, let me show you!" leered Dooku, extending both of his hands, blue lightning snapping out, enfolding Padme, stroking her..penetrating her.

Padme squealed and shuddered as the Force Lightning played about her curled, naked body. The sizzling tongues of azure didn't harm, instead they peeled away the layers of Padme's mind, leaving her soul bare for Dooku to explore.

"Let's draw out an early memory..," murmured Dooku, his glittering eyes narrowing to slits as he used the Force to peer deep into Padme's naked mind.

***

Palo was kissing Padme hungrily, his lips urgent and hot, while his eager hand wriggled underneath the panting schoolgirl's long tunic, finding the bud of a young, just emerging breast.

"Palo..we have to go! Someone might see!" sighed Padme when the schoolboy released her sweet lips to brush his mouth down her bared throat, his tongue flicking over her flushed skin, tasting the young beauty.

"No one has yet, my love," laughed Palo huskily, staring deeply into Padme's large, innocent, brown eyes. "Let me just taste one of your breasts for a moment, then we'll return to campus."

"Oh, Palo!" giggled Padme, biting her shivering lip when she felt Palo's wet mouth upon her aching, swollen, left nipple, the boy's upper body hidden underneath Padme's long tunic. Padme hugged the bulge that was Palo's head, she wrapped her tanned legs around the boy's waist, quaking as Palo sucked her caramel brown nipple to hardness, his saliva soaking her hot, throbbing, pubescent tit.

"You were quite hot and eager even as a child, I see," grinned Dooku widely, nodding with approval.

"I was young! Palo was the first boy who ever liked me!" retorted Padme, her cheeks flaming from the shared memory she had experienced with the malevolent Sith.

"I should think that a young student of the Diplomatic Academy who did what you did with Palo would be quite popular with the other boys," chuckled Dooku.

"Stop it! I loved him!" wept Padme into her shaking hands.

"You forgot him quickly enough when you became a Senatorial Advisor, remember this enchanted moment..?" purred Dooku, manipulating the strings of lightning stroking Padme's suspended body.

***

The sticky sand underneath Padme was as hot as the thick cock inside her teenage pussy. Lying outstretched upon the length of glittering beach, Padme hugged the neck of the humping senator, her thin, coppery legs wrapped around the panting man's bucking hips, her ragged breaths hot upon her lover's neck as he impaled her tender cunnie over and over.

"I knew you would do anything to become my official aide!" gasped the slightly pudgy senator while he groped and kneaded Padme's oiled breasts, his flabby pelvis rocking with every sharp thrust between the naked teenager's open thighs. "Wait until you see Coruscant, my dear! You'll dance for me on tables of light, I'll offer you the pleasures of spice and ambrosia!"

"I want to see it all, feel it all!" moaned Padme, writhing wetly underneath the heavy senator, licking his earlobe, digging her nails into his soft, pale flesh as she fucked him with fierce determination, her gaping pussy milking her mentor's engorged, pulsating meat.

Padme arched her bare back when the wheezing senator spent himself inside her fluttering belly. Relaxing underneath the portly official's sweaty mass, Padme smiled up at her benefactor, her heart racing with eager anticipation for the decadent temptations of the great galactic capital.

"I never did that with my mentor!" screamed Padme shrilly, smashing her little fists against the shimmering azure walls of her cage.

"But a small part of you considered it, almost desired it, didn't you, my dear?" murmured Dooku, his sharp nose almost touching the snaking tendrils of power containing Padme. "That's why Eirtae went with the Senator to Coruscant for that session of the Senate, everyone talked about it, you knew that was why you were passed over for her that year."

"That's not true! Those were just cruel rumors! You're twisting things!" protested Padme, pressing her trembling fists to her throbbing temples.

"Naboo was much like the Galactic Senate as it stands today, your king was corrupt, pandering to spicers, smugglers, and greedy politicians, that was why you were elected Queen, the people wanted reform, they wanted an honest ruler, so they chose you, a young Queen more child than woman, innocent, guileless, you could never deceive them as your predecessor had done."

"I did my best," whimpered Padme, hugging her knees close to her aching chest, her heart heavy with guilt and shame.

Circling Padme like a stalking panther, Dooku's words spilled like honeyed poison. "But even you were touched by the corruption of power, you succumbed to the temptations your position offered you."

"That's not true!" shouted Padme, kicking futilely at the stalking dark lord.

"Oh, really? Shall I dredge up another memory..?" sneered Dooku, idly raising his left hand, lightning flashing out to caress Padme's nude frame.