“throw her in!”
“Roger roger!”
The door opened, and the droids pushed her forwards and pushed her over the threshold.
Watching from a new camera angle of the inside room, the Viceroy watched the handmaiden fall a short distance onto the floor of a large room. As she looked around, she realized the predicament of her situation.
While invading the swamps of Naboo, the trade federation found many gungan holdouts to be particularly violent. While many were put to death on the spot, some were taken as live prisoners. These violent gungan war criminals were all being kept in a single pit, so they may exert their energy on killing one another rather than on any droids that happened to come their way while on guard duty. This left a population of violent, radical, cannibal, hungry, horny, male gungans in a single room on the Viceroy’s ship. This is where Rabé now found herself. And remember, “[shaking mouth with spit] ]Brabababbabababa, wesa gungans are nosa being friendbababababababas with thesa naboo!”
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Amidala’s mouth was agape in shock. She thought she was being brought in to negotiate. She thought that she would be in a state room meeting with Nute Gunray. She thought this was going to be the negotiation and reparations meeting that she had been advocating for.
Instead, she had been led to a small room, with only a holovid across from her, where she saw a perfect body double of herself on the screen. “I am Queen Aadal of the Naboo” the imposter started. “Despite these recent disputes, the trade federation has become a vital member of our planet’s economy. I welcome them, and their droids, to our planet to ensure that their interests are well looked after so that the people of the Naboo can continue to be reliable trading partners with the Trade Federation, and the rest of the wider galactic republic.”
Nute Gunray was very pleased with himself. His droids had done an excellent job transforming the random Naboo prisoner they had found to look just like the queen. They had applied more than just makeup and hair products, going as far as to surgically alter the imposter to look more like the queen. The imposter was of course happy to do this because she was getting paid a healthy sum of money to betray her people, and was being promised transportation to Coruscant for her troubles, away from the war that was tearing her home planet apart. Nute chuckled. Pity he had told the droids to chuck her into the same breeding pit as Rabé once the video had been filmed.
The video finished playing, and Padme stood in a stunned silence.
“So you see now the precarity of your situation, Queen Amidala!” Nute Gunray said from behind her. She jumped, she hadn’t heard him enter the room.
“This is a farce, there is no way the people will stand for this!” the Queen shouted.
“Ahhhhh, no no, too much yelling – This will not do. Droids, gag her, or something.”
A B-1 droid walked up to the Queen. There, in full royal regalia, in a small office of the Viceroy of the trade federation, she had a gag forcibly inserted into her mouth. The straps had to go around her complex hair getup, but eventually the droids figured it out. While one droid was inserting the gag, another also placed binders on her wrists, and, lifting up the hem of her considerable dress, two more placed binders on her ankles as well.
“Lie her down on the gonk droid”
The droids poked Padme forwards with their guns and walked forward to where a droid had just entered the room. She knew what was coming next, but did not know any way out of it. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, in a room full of droids holding guns ready to shoot her, and the Viceroy was already shifting around the lower half of his garments. The droids pushed Padme down onto her back on the gonk. The viceroy lifted the considerable gown around the Queen, revealing first her bound ankles, then knees and thighs, before eventually revealing her bright red royal underwear, complete with a few of the same jewels that were affixed to the hem of her dress. Ripping one of the stones out of the garment, he pocketed it before tearing the rest of the garment away, revealing a small clump of pubic hair covering her pussy. The Queen, struggling against the three different B-1 droids holding her in place, was starting daggers at the Nimordian as he took in the sight. The Queen of the Naboo’s privates revealed on his ship, lying on the back of a gonk droid, exposing herself to him. He quickly dropped his pants to reveal a fully erect green-gray penis which he quickly aligned at the entrance of her vagina.
The queen, he found, had protected her dignity, as a little gush of warmth told him that he was the first being, human or otherwise, to conquer these grounds. He pushed fully into her tight virgin Naboo cunt as she screamed in pain through her gag. Nute smiled, thinking of the opportunity to watch this video again through the recordings of the B-1 droids. She writhed in pain as he continued to force himself into her, finally bottoming out his penis deep into her womb. He then proceeded to thrust in and out of her extremely tight vagina, her silky skin making his own crawl in pleasure at every point they touched. The huge gown definitely got in the way, as the Viceroy really wanted to fondle the Queen’s breasts, but simply grabbing her waist and pushing himself deeply into her, he found himself growing close to a release as his assault on Amidala continued. Realizing he was close to cuming, he quickly pulled out of the queen and spent his load all over the Queen’s beautiful face. His blackish-gray cum streaked her bright white makeup, and he made sure to get some across her hair, right into Padme’s deep brown eyes, and around the corner of her bright red lips.
“Leave her with the interrogation droid the rest of the night. Medium pain setting, no torture objective, and have her dressed and in my chambers tomorrow morning.”
“Roger roger!”
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The fake video was played all over to the people of Naboo. While some pockets of resistance remained, the main forces laid down their arms. The “ship carrying Queen Amidala back to Naboo” actually *was* shot down by rebel forces, so nothing suspicious to be found there.
And the Viceroy had a new desk made. It had a small circular hole on its surface which fit snugly around Padme’s neck.
He had her installed into his office the following morning, and came to oversee the installation personally. He had half expected her to be screaming and crying in rage after the night spent at the probes of the interrogation droids, but instead Padme clenched her jaw as she had her royal regalia stripped from her, leaving her naked and looking very strange, as her white facial makeup transitioned to her naked shoulders and chest, her nipples standing erect in the cold spaceship.
His droids had learned how to do the queen’s distinctive hair looks, and had them re-do the whole hair-makeup this morning. Those aspects would be critical in making sure she always looked the part of the Queen while captive here. She was forced onto her knees as the desk was rolled forward around her and closed around her neck. The effect was perfect. He had her head on his desk. Getting out his penis, which had been getting hard since she had her royal regalia removed from her, he started to jack himself off onto the queen’s royal face. He wanted to get a blow job, but thought it best to not risk her trying to bite his member off. Best to get an O-ring gag first.