The cantina was much like its brethren across the galaxy: tightly packed, redolent of a dozen alien body odors and the vapors from a variety of pipes and rolls of leaf. Young Padme felt her eyes itch and water as she was led by her leash into the reeking throng, she was not the only slave girl in the establishment, girls of many different races danced on small, round tables or performed sexual services for their masters or those who paid their owners for the priviledge. Padme blushed hotly at some of the sights she saw, disgusted at such shameless behavior, yet..aroused by it as well, almost yearning to abase herself to a complete stranger.

The Quarren shoved his way through the cantina's patrons until he reached a table set by the far wall in a corner. Sitting down in an empty chair, the Quarren yanked on Padme's leash chain, indicating an empty chair beside him with his long, glistening fingers.

"What's this? Another new one, Quig? You've got the luck of the Sith, that's for certain!" laughed a grizzled human male with gray-streaked hair and a stout stomach. The burly scoundral leaned across the table and peered intently at Padme with his remaining left, brown eye, his empty right socket covered by a tattered black leather patch. "What's your name, pretty?"

"P.Padme," whispered the young girl, staring up at the large man with her large, brown eyes.

Quig snatched two Corellian brandies from a passing astromech server, slotted his cred stick, and placed one of the squat, square glasses in front of Padme. The girl eyed the amber beverage distrustfully, she sniffed it, then looked up to watch Quig guzzle the drink in a few rapid swallows.

"Drink, child!" gurgled Quig, poking Padme in her shoulder. "It is good, yes? Help you dance for Captain Morlock!"

"D..dance? Me?" stammered Padme, her heart pounding, her pulse racing.

"That's what I pay Quig for," nodded Morlock with a smile, sliding a small sack of cred chips across the table to the eager Quarren. "His last slave couldn't dance to save her life."

The Quarren and the human chuckled cruelly, Padme could barely breathe, her small fingers clenched around her glass of brandy.

"Go ahead, drink it, Padme, it'll relax you," urged Morlock before he sampled his own cup of ale.

Lips trembling, Padme raised the square glass to her mouth and took a shallow sip. The brandy was mellow, almost smoky as it went down Padme's throat, she tilted the glass and drank more, before she realized it the glass was completely empty.

"Not bad, huh?" leered Morlock, sliding a new, full glass of brandy in front of Padme.

Grinning, Padme shook her head and picked up the new glass. Swaying slightly, the young girl gulped down the smooth brandy, a little liquid ran down her small chin, when she lowered the empty glass Padme licked the gleaming droplets from her chin and burped. Padme covered her mouth with her fingers, giggling behind them.

The cantina band began a new tune, a quick, pounding beat.

"Dance for me, Padme," said Morlock, leaning back in his chair.

Quig helped Padme climb onto the table. Avoiding the eyes staring at her, Padme started twirling, stretching out her thin arms, rolling her small hips, tossing her dark brown braids across her shoulders. Morlock and Quig began clapping to the beat, more patrons joined in, Padme raised her arms over her head, she made lewd thrusting motions with her crotch, her cheeks glowing crimson, but giggles escaping from her wet lips as she ran her hands down her sides to her little buttocks, groping her pert ass and humping empty air, her head falling back, an expression of sensual ecstasy on her young face.

Padme spun to face Morlock, she smiled seductively at him, licked her gleaming lips and slid her small hands over her little breasts barely visible against her blue tunic. Taking the hem of her shirt, Padme slowly raised the garment, teasing Morlock with a glance at her bare tummy, then pulling the tunic completely off, her naked torso displayed for all to see. Howls of lust and encouragement rose around Padme through the pall of drugged smoke. Padme pouted for Morlock, she caressed her lean stomach, dragged her hair across one bare shoulder, a moan falling from her parted lips.

Spinning again, Padme presented her little ass to the leering, one-eyed rogue, she rolled it from side to side, glancing over her right shoulder at him, bending her knees, making slow, humping motions once more. Straightening, Padme dipped her fingers underneath her trousers, she dragged her loose leggings down to her feet, her small buttocks thrust up into the air, she caressed her slender, brown legs, licked her right thigh while grinning at the sweating captain. Bending her knees, Padme lowered her ass to Morlock's grizzled face, when the staring captain made no move, Padme rubbed her little cheeks over Morlock's face.

Getting into the act, Morlock snagged Padme's panties with his yellowed teeth and dragged the young girl's underwear down her short legs. Padme stood up, she parted her legs enough so that everyone in the cantina could see her sweet, pink-lipped cunnie, she spread her labia for the roaring audience, honey spilled from her snatch onto the tabletop.

Sitting down on the table, Padme leaned back and reached out with her thin, sun-browned arms, she clasped the back of Morlock's thick neck and pulled her slim, naked body across the table and onto the burly rogue's wide lap. Now resting between Morlock's beefy legs, Padme rolled her buttocks, grinding her little ass into Morlock's crotch, grinning impishly as she squeezed his muscled thighs.

"You're good, girl," panted Morlock, reaching out to caress Padme's hot, naked flesh, stroking her bare arms, then her small torso to her young breasts.

Padme leaned back into Morlock, his rank sweat and unwashed leathers filling the young girl's nostrils as she pressed her little, bare buttocks into the captain's lap, her head resting against Morlock's right shoulder while the rogue fondled her small, golden-brown tits, tweaking her tiny, dark brown nipples with his sausage-shaped fingers. Padme moaned when Morlock started licking the side of her throat, she plunged her left hand into the captain's leather trousers, she caught and stroked his hard meat as the rogue's paws groped and squeezed her little, aching breasts.

"I'm gonna cum inside you, you hot, sweet, little thing," growled Morlock in Padme's ear, catching the young, naked girl's rolling waist and guiding her small ass to his jutting manhood.

Padme moaned loudly when Morlock's cock speared up through her moist cunnie. Pressing her small, open palms over the captain's thick legs, Padme raised her feet and planted them over Morlock's bent knees. Digging her heels into Morlock's trousers, Padme shoved herself onto the rogue's erection, gasping when his cock rammed up into her tight vagina. Morlock hugged Padme's little waist, he grunted repeatedly as he thrust over and over through Padme's ass, slapping her smooth cheeks with his thighs. Padme clung to Morlock's legs, she pushed with her calves and smashed onto the gasping man's stiff member again and again, her pussy closing around Morlock's swollen prick, her braids flying as she rode the rogue with abandon.

Morlock stood up, he pushed Padme onto the table, pinning her to the tabletop while he humped her little ass more and more violently, his large palms slapping the young girl's glowing cheeks. Padme looked up at the watching crowd, she panted raggedly, clawing at the table, knocking over empty glasses that shattered across the floor. Padme's little boots swayed above the cantina floor, she whimpered every time Morlock's cock rammed through her sore vulva, piercing the slick folds of her vagina, burying itself in her small belly to throb and engorge with rising semen. The bloated prick inside Padme reached the bursting point, without warning it sprayed its hot, creamy load. Morlock groaned deeply, he slowly stopped humping Padme's small ass, he groped the young girl's cherry-red cheeks, caressing Padme's soft, hot skin.

The crowd dispersed when it realized the show was over. Padme lay upon the table, catching her breath, she realized Quig wasn't holding her leash chain, he had deftly removed it from her collar to let her dance.

When Morlock withdrew wetly from Padme's soaked cunt hole, the young girl slipped off the table, snatched her trousers and tunic, then raced out an open side door.

Padme finished her tabletop dance and allowed a black-furred wookiee to carry her down to the floor. Rubbing her petite, sweaty body against the hairy, snuffling wookiee, Padme grinned up at him, then planted a kiss on his wet, lowered nose while standing on tiptoes.

Brushing away groping hands, paws, and tentacles, Padme went to the long bar and ordered another Naboo springwine. While sipping her drink, Padme noticed two men in black robes heading towards her, their heads were cowled, and they radiated a quiet menace that made the other patrons make way for them.

The two cowled strangers sandwiched Padme between them. Instead of trying to get away, Padme stared up at them, she could just make out the features of the stranger to her right, he seemed to have no hair on his head, his skin was chalky white, and black tattoos framed his sharp facial features, the markings looked like jagged ebony thorns, they extended across the stranger's bald crown, adding to his ominous aspect.

Padme was so engrossed with examining the first stranger she didn't immediately notice his companion snaking his arms about her small waist. Padme squeaked when the second stranger's black-gloved hands slipped underneath her chainlink halter top to catch and squeeze Padme's pert, sweat-slick tits.

The first stranger regarded Padme with beguiling red-gold eyes, he sipped a tall glass of Corellian bitter, watching his companion fondle Padme's gleaming, nubile body. Padme couldn't tear her wide, brown eyes away from the first stranger's hot gaze, she moaned softly while the second stranger pinched her swollen caramel nipples, the stranger's sharp incisors nibbling on her tender left ear.

"Will you come with us?" murmured the first stranger, pinching Padme's trembling chin with strong, gloved fingers.

"Y..yes," whimpered Padme, her sore nipples tingling, her pussy squishy and hot.

The stranger fondling Padme shrouded her in the voluminous folds of his black robes. The two strangers crossed the club like silent wraiths, they left through the back exit, then halted in the dark alleyway. Padme shivered between the two towering strangers, they withdrew their cowls now that they were blanketed in darkness, both strangers had pale, bald, tattooed heads, the stranger behind Padme folded to his knees, he hiked up the young woman's chainlink skirt, he extended a long, purple tongue and licked each of Padme's sweet, dusky buttocks, making Padme quiver with delight.

The stranger facing Padme peeled back his black robes, an engorged purple cock lifted up from between the stranger's legs, Padme licked her painted crimson lips, with no urging she opened her mouth and started licking the stranger's veined rod, her pouty lips rubbing and kissing along the prick's length. After Padme had adorned the stranger's cock with warm kisses and saliva, the robed man tilted up Padme's blushing face and poured Corellian bitter down her throat. Overcome by the powerful alcohol, Padme sucked hungrily on the stranger's pulsating member, she milked the pale stranger's balls with her little fingers while she slurped and drooled over the tall man's meat.

The second stranger finished soaking Padme's small buttocks in gleaming saliva, he pried her perky cheeks apart and licked across Padme's puffy cunt and clenched bung. Padme moaned around the dripping cock in her small mouth, she rubbed her slick ass against the second stranger's tattooed face, she splayed her lean, brown legs apart so the lapping stranger could tongue her gaping, oozing pussy.

Padme groaned and sucked the cock in her drooling mouth harder as the stranger between her legs worked his wriggling tongue deep into her sopping wet gash. Grasping the tall stranger's prick with both of her small hands, Padme gazed up dreamily at the pale man's thorn-covered face as she sucked and squeezed his long, throbbing member.

The tall man pulled off Padme's chainlink halter, then lifted her small body from the ground. Padme draped her thin arms about the tall stranger's shoulders as he poked the mouth of her pussy with the knobbed tip of his drool-drenched prick. The stranger behind Padme stood up and bared his own pulsating erection, he pressed the head of his cock against the puckered hole of Padme's anus, Padme sobbed when both strangers penetrated her naked body at the same time, two long pricks ramming through her cunt and sphincter.

Padme bounced between the two strangers as they speared into her slurping holes. The stranger plowing into Padme's vagina licked her rolling tits, soaking her dark brown nipples while the second stranger thrust sharply into Padme's rectum, slapping into her glowing ass over and over again. Padme writhed between the two humping men, her braid tossing from shoulder to shoulder, the dusky beauty moaning and bouncing up and down, her little feet swaying in the air while she was penetrated from drooling pussy to dripping anus, throbbing cunt to constricting bunghole.

Lowered to the ground, Padme knelt between the two panting strangers, working both of their swollen cocks in her small, pumping hands. Both dicks spewed warm semen at the same time, Padme held her mouth open as the sticky shower rained down across her small, sweaty tits and yawning lips. Padme sucked off each spent prick in turn, moaning softly as she drank down the strangers' salty treat.

"Enough play, we have a job to do," growled the tall stranger, withdrawing a strip of black cloth and wrapping it over Padme's glazed brown eyes. The second stranger pinned Padme's limp wrists behind her back, he bound her hands together with another strip of black silk, Padme was barely conscious, she didn't resist when the second stranger wrapped her in the folds of his robes and stole her away like death's cowled shade.

Volven's Gift

Padme walked into the Outlander Club, the interior as garish and crowded as ever. The young Senator wore a long satin cloak with the cowl draped over her piled dark brown hair, she avoided the regulars who had come to know her well during her brief time as a club dancer, offering her petite naked body to anyone who cared to claim her for the evening.

Bufon Taire was manning the long bar as usual when Padme shouldered between two drunken Quarren with their tendrils deep within their tall glasses. The stern-faced black nodded to Padme when she briefly lifted her beautiful face from the concealing shadow of her lowered hood.

"Volven's been looking for you, he's in his office."

Padme bit her lip, then nodded back and wriggled her way through the tight press of glittering bodies to the far corner of the chaotic room. Two towering wookiees warded the door to Volven's office, they bared their fangs in grins of recognition, Padme blushed and smiled softly, she had serviced both wookiee henchmen a few times, once in a wild three-way that had left her sore and unable to sit without squirming for a week.

The ginger-furred guard opened the office door for Padme, the small young woman entered, her heart racing as the door closed behind her, muting the cacophony outside.

Volven dabbed some glittering spice upon his extended tongue. The scarlet and ebony-furred wolfman shivered as the spice gave him a tingling rush from tonguetip to clawed toes.

"Padme, my love! You've returned to me!" beamed Volven, leaping from his high-backed leather chair to cross the office and seize Padme in a suffocating hug.

"H..hi, Volven..," groaned Padme, panting after the wolfman set her back down.

Volven pinched Padme's tiny chin, "I've been much worried about you, yes? No one has seen you in Senate for weeks! Thought Federation finally caught little sweet ass!"

Padme smiled and unclasped her long cloak, she draped it over a long, leather couch, then followed Volven back to his wide desk.

"I had some business back home on Naboo, it..kept me longer than I had planned," grinned Padme, remembering her hot, sweaty nights with her sister and the Gungans.

"Hmm, me glad Padme back! You dance for club again, yes?"

"I just wanted to stop by for a moment, I'm not going to dance anymore."

"Not even for sweet spice, Padme?" coaxed Volven, spilling a narrow line of glittering spice across the desktop.

Padme stared hard at the beckoning trail of spice, her nostrils itching. Volven gently took Padme's right hand, he pulled her to him, then draped a furry arm across her small shoulders, his breath warm against her right ear.

"I have plenty, sweet Padme, as much as you want, yes?" purred the wolfman, his fangs catching Padme's tender earlobe and gently nibbling upon it.

Padme moaned, she slowly lowered her nose to the trail of shimmering gold, closing her brown eyes, Padme snorted up the entire line of spice, she straightened and pinched her burning nostrils, coughing, feeling dizzy and a little sick before the spice euphoria swept over her, making her knees wobble and her nipples throb.

Volven's right paw was suddenly inside Padme's gown, the dark blue satin dress unbuttoned to her navel. Padme whimpered while Volven fondled her aching tit, dragging a talon around her swollen, tingling areola. Time passed in a languid, drowsy blur, then Padme found herself naked and kneeling in front of Volven's leather chair, her head bobbing as her salivating mouth worked up and down the club owner's thick, gleaming erection, her tongue lapping at the salty pre-cum beading down the sides of Volven's throbbing cock.

Volven's paws stroked Padme's piled, dark curls, he thrust between the kneeling beauty's tight, slurping lips, moaning, stabbing down Padme's throat. Flushed, her hot skin tingling from the spice rushing through her veins, Padme nuzzled her gorgeous face between Volven's parted legs, she deep-throated the sobbing wolfman, her cheeks bulging with pulsating dick as she milked Volven ravenously, her tongue urging the wolfman to blast hot fuck into her greedy mouth.

Padme didn't have to wait long, with a howl Volven exploded between the kneeling beauty's drooling, glossy lips, cum dribbling down her tiny chin as Padme gulped down several mouthfuls of creamy spunk.

Volven lifted up the petite Senator and settled her upon his hairy lap with her bare back facing him. Reaching into a drawer of his desk, the wolfman withdrew a ceramic jar filled with clear ointment, he dipped his talons into the goo and started rubbing the thick oil over Padme's perky tits.

"What's that?" asked Padme drowsily, her hands working underneath her taut buttocks, stroking Volven's jizz-soaked rod.

"I was going to do this before you left, yes?" growled Volven, cupping and squeezing Padme's young oiled mammaries. "I do this with all dancing girls, makes them more popular, yes?"

Padme's brown eyes fluttered when her small breasts began to burn with a low, throbbing heat. Volven gathered another pawful of ointment and rubbed the slick oil all around Padme's gleaming tits, squeezing and kneading the naked beauty's dripping mounds.

Padme blinked when she gazed down at her oiled breasts, at first she thought it was an effect of the spice in her system, but after shaking her head, she realized it was really happening, her tits were growing, swelling and becoming heavier even as she watched slack-jawed and wide-eyed.

"You like big breasts, Padme?" grinned Volven, twisting shut the ointment jar, then wiping off his paws before he reached between Padme's splayed legs and began fondling her wet, gaping pussy.

Padme cradled her new, voluptuous breasts, she smiled in wonder, hefting the heavy orbs, then lifting her engorged caramel nipples to her lips, she could actually lick her own breast buds now, the stiff nubs were delicious when she licked them over and over again.

Padme watched her heavy tits bounce when Volven speared his hard prick through her yielding cunt. With pendulous mammaries swaying, Padme bucked up and down Volven's pistoning member, she crossed her slim arms over her piled hair while she rode the wolfman's shoving, pounding cock, her stretched pussy sucking and soaking the club manager's penetrating meat.

Draped across Volven's desk, Padme rested on her splayed fingers, her hanging melons rolling while the wolfman humped her small ass, cum-drenched dick driving to the hilt inside Padme's clenched rectum, semen oozing from the rocking beauty's cock-filled sphincter.

Laid out on her back over the desk, Padme gobbled down Volven's dangling prick, the wolfman milking her slick, oiled breasts while she plowed both of her index fingers into her sopping wet gash, stabbing deep into her squirting sex until Volven filled her insatiable mouth once more with thick, sweet, cock cream.

*****

Padme's Coming Out

Hayde Gofai swayed into the Outlander Club wearing a hip-hugging blue silk gown that plunged down to her navel in front and bared her back from the slender nape of her neck to the tight swells of her ivory buttocks. Hayde primped a curly gold bang, then nibbled on her famous blue-painted lips, her matching blue eyes crinkling.

"Where's Volven? He's usually out here to meet me," pouted Hayde, her blue lips gleaming when she caught Bufon's dark gaze.

"He's busy with Padme, she came back last night," smiled the black in a rare showing of happiness.

"So our little Senator has staged a comeback," murmured Hayde to herself, setting hands on shapely hips. "Where are they?"

"His office," supplied Bufon before the clamoring patrons demanded all of his attention.

Swinging her agitated hips as she crossed the boisterous Club floor, Hayde marched her way to the door of Volven's office, where his two hulking wookiees kept wary vigil. Flashing the hairy wookiees her most sultry smile, Hayde reached out and ruffled both guards' thick fur, the wookiees chortled, then parted for the sinuous blonde beauty.

"So Bufon wasn't lying," sighed Hayde after she found Padme kneeling behind Volven's desk, holding up her full, firm breasts while the wolfman pumped his engorged prick between the warm, flushed pink mounds.

"Ah, Hayde!" gasped Volven, combing a paw through his disheveled scarlet and black mane even as Padme snorted a line of glittering spice along the stiff length of the Club owner's jutting member.

"I see you're giving Padme the royal treatment, appropriate since she was a queen once," remarked Hayde waspishly, striding across the office in stiletto heels to where the naked young Senator knelt, ravenously sucking on Volven's spice-flavored cock.

Just watching the frantic nude beauty devour Volven's dripping shaft made Hayde lick her blue lips and finger her throbbing cunnie.

"There's enough spice for three, Hayde," suggested the wolfman, his golden eyes bright.

Feeling her cheeks flush as she listened to Padme's relentless slurping, Hayde let her sheer gown slip to the floor, she knelt behind Padme, reaching around to cup and fondle the dick-sucking young woman's heavy breasts.

"It's time for her treatment, just put some of that ointment over her tits," suggested Volven before he grimaced and emitted a deep growl, his hairy pelvis thrusting as he blasted streams of hot fuck into Padme's gulping mouth.

Hayde reached up to the desk and dipped the fingers of her left hand into the open jar of ointment. Bringing her gleaming fingers to Padme's flushed, heaving tits, Hayde began oiling up the lapping beauty's voluptuous mammaries, the blonde purred at the wonderful sensation of Padme's slick mounds within her groping, kneading palms.

Padme's loose braid of dark hair fell from her bare left shoulder when she turned her head to kiss Hayde's azure lips. The two naked young women sucked and tongued each other feverishly, Hayde tasting spice on Padme's delving tongue. While they locked greedy lips, Padme slipped her small hand between Hayde's warm, slightly parted thighs, the blonde sobbed softly when Padme found her moist, sticky sex, Padme purred between Hayde's yielding lips, working two slender fingers to the knuckle inside the blonde vixen's sopping wet hole.

Parting lips linked by a strand of glistening saliva, Padme and Hayde both faced Volven and took turns sucking on the wolfman's cum-drenched rod. Volven shuddered when Padme and Hayde both rubbed their pursed lips back and forth along his aching shaft, their tongues darting out and meeting over the puckered urethra of Volven's sticky knob.

Padme and Hayde rested upon Volven's desk, entwined together in a sweaty, oily, sixty-nine, their gleaming breasts mingling as they nuzzled each other's musky, drooling twats, tongues dipping deep and slow into gaping, honey-coated gashes. Volven licked Padme's sweet, rounded, ass cheeks, tongue stroking the naked Senator's pouty pussy and clenched, musky bung. The wolfman's long, rough tongue left trails of gleaming saliva across Padme's creamy buttocks while she slurped wetly on Hayde's swollen clit, gently nibbling the tingling cunnie bud until Hayde writhed beneath Padme, hot juices geysering from the blonde's yawning pussy. Padme laughed as warm honey splashed across her flushed, beautiful face, she lapped the falling drops of nectar, then buried her ravenous mouth inside Hayde's open vulva, sucking out the clinging drops of delicious ambrosia from Hayde's vagina.

Padme and Hayde crouched upon the desk side by side while Volven plowed both of their oozing cunts in turn. Clinging to the edge of the groaning desk, Padme tossed her glossy braid, her uplifted ass bucking when the wolfman penetrated her hard and deep, his claws raking across her sweat-slick, gleaming buttocks. While Padme dropped her head between her quaking arms and sobbed for breath, Hayde arched her spine and rocked back and forth as Volven rammed through her dribbling cunt, paws clinging to her rolling hips, drool from the wolfman's hairy muzzle splashing across Hayde's bare back.

Hayde bounced on Volven's rocking lap as Padme rubbed her own throbbing clit, her small hips gyrating as she rode Volven's slurping muzzle, his coarse tongue wiggling deep into Padme's melting fuck passage. Both naked women leaned forward, sweaty bodies pressing close, wide, engorged nipples rubbing as the humping beauties kissed hungrily, salivating lips melding together, hot, lustful breath exchanging between them until the writhing sluts orgasmed in a supernova of naked body heat.

Hayde adjusted her damp blonde hair, then gave a tug to her snug dress. Padme remained outstretched across Volven's desk, sipping from a glass of Corellian Bitter.

"Do you plan to share her?" asked Hayde softly after Volven opened the office door for her.

"Of course, there's much money to be made, yes?" grinned the wolfman toothily.

"Ever the mercenary, put me down for another meeting," winked Hayde, blowing Volven a kiss with moist, azure lips before she swayed across the cluttered Club floor.

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