Padmé was barely conscious of where she was as waves of post-climax delight imposed themselves and rolled over her unwilling mind. Did she actually participate in her own rape?!
She began sobbing like a wailing school girl as she remembered, clearly now, that she had willingly pressed her feet against Count Dooku's shoulders and the pressure on her soles had magnified the pleasure she felt.
Then, her gaze fell on the two crewmen as they were quickly undressing.
"Oh, no... Noooo!" she panicked and started bolting her arms and tried to wrestle against the motionless droids, who remained there, unphased; she only managed to hurt her wrists against their steel grip.
The pilot and copilot had merely unzipped their trousers and masturbated as they watched Count Dooku raping Padmé. Now, they were quickly removing their brown flying outfit.
"What about us, Milady? Eh? What about us?" the pilot jeered at her, grinning as he finished stripping himself naked.
"Yeah, what about us? You sure can give us a piece of your nice pussy! We'll show you the people's beat!" the copilot added while he urgently got rid of his own uniform.
This one was older and stood an average height. He had a grey mustache and on top of that, he was balding and did not have the common sense to shave it all off, so there he was with a nice "loser's crown" and a nice shiny cranium that showed how common and nondescript his genes were. Padmé felt terrifying disgust upon seeing his nondescript dick.
The one who had spoken first looked younger, perhaps 35 years old, and he stood taller. He had thinning hair that displayed a nondescript brown and was overall just as nondescript as he looked lame. Another loser.
Padmé's heart turned to water as it dawned on her that she was going to get raped by such a pair of losers. This was worse than death! It was so disgusting and humiliating!
"Nooo! No! Stay away from me! Stay away! Stay away!" Padmé screamed in panic at the two crewmen.
They walked right at her in the nude, their erections proudly pointed at her gorgeous body and their balls hanging like as many bad omens for Padmé; their nondescript balls were full with slimy cum they were more than willing to give her. She couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that THIS was happening. Raped by the common crew.
"No! Noooooo! Don't touch me! Don't... DON'T! NOOOOOOOOO!"
"Vigils. Release hold!" the pilot ordered the two droids, who immediately let go Padmé's sore wrists as both crewmen grabbed her.
"NOOOO!!! GET OFF ME! GET OFF ME, YOU DIRTY SCUM! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO EVEN LOOK AT ME!!!"
Padmé bolted and tried to wrestle the men with all the strength she had left, but she was quite tired and these two men were stronger than they looked. Count Dooku had taught them how to train their nervous system in a way that greatly increased their physical power. After all, they were not as common as they looked.
As she realized that she absolutely could not break free nor fight these men off, Padmé began to squeal and wail. Cound Dooku felt her hopeless sense of debasement and he looked on, very much amused and pleased.
The D2 droid filmed all the action as the gorgeous captive filled the spaceship's main cabin with her shrill cries. Padmé bitterly sobbed and begged the men to let her go, yet her very humiliation stirred some unintended fires within her. Mush to her horror, Padmé realized they were going to find her cunt rather wet, and the more she resisted, the worse it got.
The bald and ageing copilot held her arms firmly pinned on the floor above her beautiful head of dark brown hair, her braid resting on the man's knee as she shrieked her shame at the face of the younger man, who gleefully strained and wrestled her to spread her legs.
He prevailed and squeezed himself between her soft thighs as he looked down on the perfectly dark triangle of velvety hair that showed exactly where he ought to go.
"AAAAAAHHH NNAAAAAAOOOOOOO!!! NOOO! NOO! NOO! NO! NNOOOO... AAAHH NOOO GET OFF ME YA SCUM... AAAAAAAAHHHH AAAHH-AAAAAHHAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."
Padmé squealed and wailed, shaking her head frantically in a gesture of absolute refusal as the jeering pilot laid himself down on top of her while his older croony mocked her and kept her wrists under his firm grip. Both men contemplated the graceful splendor of her freely moving breasts as she kept frantically squealing and wriggling in their clutches.
The pilot uttered a victorious grunt as he savagely sunk his cock inside her cum-drenched pussy. As he began to pound her while grunting like a degenerate apeman, Padmé shrieked and writhed under him as if she were being eviscerated alive. The hammer of shame was crushing her and breaking her queenly pride in countless little shards. She never felt more humiliated in her entire life. Something broke in her soul.
"Hey! How about this! Eh? Take this, HRRR... HHRR... HRR, HRRR, HRRRR HRRR HRRR HRRR HRRRR... WOAAHHH! NOW THIS IS SOME REAL GOOD FUCKING! HHRR... HRR, HRRR, HRRRR HRRR HRRR HRRR HRRRR..." The dick-happy man uttered and groaned as he let spill some slobber down on her peachy face. Fucking the former Queen Amidala was unbelievable, especially for a commoner like him.
The R2 droid kept recording all of it in holograms for posterity.
"You thought you were so high above us, eh? Bitch!" the co-pilot taunted her as he kept watching the jiggling paleness of Padmé's breasts under his panting mate, who was having the time of his life as he kept pounding her again, again and again in open-mouthed glee...
"Now, Milady! Now! ... You're getting the lowly crewmen hhurr! Deep hurrr!!! Deep-deep inside your royal highness... OOHHH GODD! THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD! Hrrrrr... hrrr, hrrr, hrrrr OOOHHH, OHHHH OHHHH HERE IT COMES, HERE IT COMES HERE IT COMMZZZZZZ NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNRRRH YYYAAAAAAAAHHHRRRRRRR!!! She got the crewmeNNNNNHHRRRRrrr..."
"AAAHHH NAAAOOOOOOOOOOoooooo... AAAH NOO! AAHH NOOO... NO, NO, NO, NOOOooooooo..." Padmé cried as she horribly heard and felt his powerful relief.
This should never, ever have happened in all galaxies! She could manage to accept getting overpowered and whored by a full-fledged Jedi knight. But this... Being pinned under these two scums! These two commoners! Two losers! Nothing really special about them... Nothing really going for them... They were nobodies!
Even their dicks were flatly average and nondescript. And yet such a homely man, with his blue-collar dick, had just done unfathomable and permanent damage to Padmé's soul and sense of self. She was a pure figure of crystal broken into a galaxy of shards that nothing, not even the Force, could ever piece back together.
And... Oh no! There came the second crewman, even more homely and pathetic-looking than the first one, who at least had a full head of hair. As that thought hit her, Padmé felt cheap as she realized how vain and superficial she could be.
"Get your dirty paws off me, you filthy scumbag!" she bellowed at the second man, who grinned under his sickening grey mustache.
The men flipped her around and forced her to position herself on all fours, with the pilot holding her wrists in place as he panted from his orgasm and kept jeering at her as he leaned his head on hers. The older man was kneeling behind her and running his unbelieving hands over the double-splendor of her pale butt, which deployed in delightfully wide curves against the tightness of her slim waist.
Padmé was too tired to keep fighting. As if her body was helping them in further shaming her, she found that this loser's hands on her butt were giving her waves of unwelcome pleasure. The feeling of being nude and sandwiched between both crewmen added to her forced sense of erotism.
She let out another sudden burst of wails as the older man jerked himself inside her pussy, and with his balding crown and cranium, he triumphantly dominated her and blissfully grabbed her alluring waist. He lost himself in the act of contemplating Padmé's butt, so pale with notes of peachiness that echoed her spotless face. Padmé would have won a planet-wide contest for the most graceful booty.
The spat-spat-spat-spat soon resonated throughout the cabin as the nondescript, homely copilot repeatedly slammed himself against Padmé's rear-end. He kept pounding her in religious silence as he visually worshipped the pair of white buttocks he was having under him. The dark sand hue of the torn tunic top she was still wearing intensified the peachy tinge in her spotless complexion, making the shaking mass of her butt look even smoother. Padmé felt thankful that she was being screwed without being forced to see his face.
Count Dooku had a raging erection as he intensely watched Padmé getting screwed doggystyle. It was so unreal. What a wonderful plan he had devised! His cock grew even swoller and harder as he thought of how Anakin was going to react upon watching the hologram recording.
The balding copilot accelerated his pace into an absolute rape frenzy while Padmé was resting her weight on her elbows, offering the protruding sight of her derriere, a priceless sight, and clenching her girly fists in a fit of powerless rage as the pilot kept holding her forearms and taunting her...
"The Queen is now getting screwed by the crew! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
"Shit!" Padmé thought amid the shaking chaos of her doggystyle rape, "And he even laughs at his lame pun! What a loser!"
He suddenly stopped. It took Padmé a while to realize he was no longer pounding her. He was moving her...
“Oh nnoooo... PLEASE! PLEASE SIR! NO! NOOOO! NOT THIS...” Padmé begged and pleaded as she realized he was lying her down and setting himself on top of her.
Grinning under his sickly mustache, the greying, balding co-pilot re-entered Padmé and resumed the rape, this time missionary style... With his slobber-spilling mouth right above her pretty face! She felt beyond disgusted. She wished she were dead as he pounded her with his sickening face only inches above hers... She heard and felt how intense his pleasure was, while she was having none.
The co-pilot suddenly uttered some sick sounds that reminded Padmé of some green-headed walruses she had seen copulating during a trip in the North Pole of Naboo. He was so ungodly sickening to hear as he relieved himself...
"ooAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaWWwww..."
Padmé felt the three bursts of hot seed he shot inside her, and then the last one that landed on her tummy as he pulled out and uttered one last walrus-sounding growl...
So gross!
As soon as he saw that the crewman was finished, Count Dooku rushed at Padmé and covered her. He urgently rammed his hard dick deep inside her whored cunt and began raping her urgently.
Padmé was utterly shaken, like a weightless doll. She deeply felt the fury of Dooku! Under his savage strokes, she began to whimper in loud, uncontrollable bursts of forced arousal. She shook her head as she felt the ravaging strokes striking home inside her and stirring her inner fires...
"AAAH NAAOOO! aaaaa... AAAAAA! aaaahh... aaaaaaaahhhh... AAAAAAAAHHH!!! They all take me! The mutinied Gungans! With their big-big dicks... aaahaaahhaa aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAhhh... Ooohh by the galaxy! This is too mmuch... AaNnaaaahhh AAAAAAAAAA, AAAA, AAAA, AAAAAAAAAAAA, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Ooohhh..."
Her nuclear orgasm left Padmé panting and breathless, with her body gently sliding on the neat ceramic floor while Dooku kept hammering her, his erection powerfully swelling even more at the perfect sight of her jiggling breasts... So gracefully moving in her polluted debasement. He knew that raping her would feel good, but even with the Force, he did not anticipate it would be this good!
The old Jedi now sounded like a rutting baboon as he grunted and groaned past his edge and then, he bolted and looked deep inside her eyes as he let out a yell of victory and exploded inside her with a gigantic load of Jedi cum.
Count Dooku commanded the droids to take hold of Padmé and escort her, or rather help her, to the bathroom. The poor girl was exhausted. She deserved some refreshment...
TO BE CONTINUED.