Warning: The former story involve sexual abuse, violence and rape. It is a story of fiction and nothing else. The author of this story does not advocate the use of violence to satisfy one’s sexual lust at the expense of some else. If you do not understand the difference between fiction and reality, read no further. If you dislike stories that involve gang rape, read no further.
If you always felt that Padmé has always been oversexualized in fanfic and would like to read a story where she is exactly as she was portrayed by actress Natalie Portman when Attack Of The Clones was filmed back in 2000 (when Natalie was 19), then you might enjoy this fanfiction story. Needless to say, all characters involved in sexual activity in the following story are over 18 years old (Earth years).
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…
Ten years after the battle at Naboo, the Galactic Republic is threatened by a Separatist movement organized by former Jedi Master Count Dooku. Senator Padmé Amidala comes to Coruscant to vote on a motion to create an army to assist the Jedi against the threat. Narrowly avoiding an assassination attempt upon her arrival, she is placed under the protection of Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and his apprentice Anakin Skywalker. The pair thwart a second attempt on Padmé’s life and subdue the assassin, Zam Wesell, who is killed by her employer, a bounty hunter, before she can reveal his identity. The Jedi Council instructs Obi-Wan to find the bounty hunter, while Anakin is tasked to protect Padmé and escort her back to Naboo, where the two fall in love in spite of the Jedi Code that forbids attachments.
Obi-Wan’s search leads him to the mysterious ocean planet of Kamino, where he discovers an army of clones being produced for the Republic under the name of Sifo-Dyas, a deceased Jedi Master, with bounty hunter Jango Fett serving as their genetic template. Obi-Wan deduces Jango to be the bounty hunter he is seeking, and after a brief battle, places a homing beacon on Jango’s ship, Slave I. He then follows Jango and his clone son, Boba, to the planet Geonosis. Meanwhile, Anakin is troubled by visions of his mother, Shmi, in pain and decides to return to his homeworld of Tatooine with Padmé to save her. Watto reveals that he sold Shmi to moisture farmer Cliegg Lars, who then freed and married her. Cliegg tells Anakin that she was abducted by Tusken Raiders one month earlier and is likely dead. Determined to find his mother, Anakin ventures out and finds her at the Tusken campsite, barely alive. After she dies in his arms, an enraged Anakin massacres the entire tribe. He later confesses his actions to Padmé and vows that he will find a way to prevent the deaths of those he loves.
On Geonosis, Obi-Wan discovers a Separatist gathering led by Count Dooku, who is developing a droid army with Trade Federation Viceroy Nute Gunray and ordered the attempts on Padmé’s life. Obi-Wan transmits his findings to the Jedi Council but is captured by Separatist droids. Dooku meets Obi-Wan in his cell and explains his role in the Confederacy of Independent Systems’ formation, while implying that the Sith Lord Darth Sidious is in control of a large portion of the Galactic Senate. He then invites Obi-Wan to join him and stop Sidious. When Obi-Wan refuses, Dooku claims that Obi-Wan’s late master and Dooku’s former apprentice Qui-Gon Jinn would have, had he been alive. Meanwhile, Senate Representative Jar Jar Binks proposes a successful vote to grant emergency powers to Chancellor Palpatine, allowing the clone army to be authorized.
Anakin and Padmé head to Geonosis to rescue Obi-Wan, but Anakin loses his lightsaber in the Geonosian droid factory before being captured by Jango. In an arena, Dooku sentences the trio to death at the hands of three fierce beasts — the Reek, the Nexu and the Acklay.
While Anakin and Obi-Wan Kenobi are fighting for their lives against the gigantic predators, while Padmé has managed to climb on the tall column, she gets picked up and flown to safety by a group of flying droids, who bring her to a ship secreted by Count Dooku, who had felt the coming of Mace Windu and his Jedi knights.
“Where is Padmé?!” Anakin cries. Both Jedi’s powers are too busy fighting the beasts to ponder the question; she is nowhere to be seen; they sense her being carried away somewhere and she is not in direct danger. They soon manage to kill all three beasts using their Jedi powers, and by this time, they are saved by a battalion of clone troopers led by Yoda, Mace Windu, and other Jedi knights; Windu beheads Jango Fett during the ensuing battle.
After a rocky chase, Obi-Wan and Anakin intercept Dooku, and they engage in a lightsaber duel. They are no match for Dooku, who injures Obi-Wan with very accurate saber blows that won’t kill nor maim him; he then severs Anakin’s right forearm, beginning the boy’s journey to the Dark Side, but Yoda intercepts him and defends them.
In spite of his very small size, Yoda frustrates Count Dooku in their dazzling-fast lightsaber duel. In order to safely retreat, Count Dooku uses the Force in an attempt to kill Anakin and Obi-Wan, knowing that Yoda will use the Force to save them by preventing the tons of boulders from falling on them as they both lay helpless on the ground.
Dooku escapes to his hidden ship, which is fitted with an extremely sophisticated cloak that allows him to avoid detection until he enters hyperspace, bound for his destination.
Count Dooku smiles. He is safe for the time being. He is supposed to go to Coruscant, where Emperor Palpatine is waiting for him, but he decides to deviate his course and go to a solar system on the far edge of the galaxy — Tatooine, the desert planet.
He was now looking forward to executing the new, unforeseen element of his master plan. There was improvisation in this, but it would be a surefire way to stir hatred in Anakin and make him fall to the Dark Side. As a bonus, Count Dooku was getting some alone-time with Padmé.
The idea had come to him as his eyes fell on Padmé’s teenage-like figure during the mock trial. There was no way he was going to allow the execution of such a gorgeous girl. He remembered her from when she was Queen Amidala of Naboo. Ten years later, Padmé looked just as radiantly beautiful as she did back then. Years had passed without making her visually older than by a year or two.
As a Jedi, Count Dooku sensed the subtle differences between 17-year-old Amidala and 27-year-old Padmé. In these subtleties lay the unfathomable abyss of humanity that separated the Queen from Padmé, the girl who would eventually end up old and wrinkled, but that would still wait a very long time.
While the pilot and copilot of his secret ship manned the course with the required computations, Count Dooku rose from the Captain’s seat and walked into the ship’s main passengers room, where Padmé was kept, handcuffed and chained with her feet together. She sat between the four flying droids standing a motionless watch. An R2-series astromech droid stood nearby with its squat form and its round head; unlike R2-D2, this droid had fire-red stripes on a shiny silver structure.
“Hello, Padmé! I think we can take these off now…” Count Dooku casually said, smiling at the young woman. With a hand gesture, he used the Force to free her from the handcuffs and the chains.
She immediately surged from the seat and rushed at him; she tried to punch and kick him using her advanced self-defence training, but the Count laughed and mocked her as he easily dodged and kept himself safe from what was to him a series of pathetic and highly predictable attacks.
His tall, sleek figure danced around her as he kept escaping her blows, while Padmé, wearing the same dark-beige, sleeveless suit she wore on Geonosis, offered a sharp contrast agaist the blackness of his clothes; the sandy colours of her outfits and the lovely contours of her figure made one think of the eternal battle between night and day, between old age and youthful life. Yet, the yellowish light brown of her outfit did offer some similarity with his brown cape.
He let her tire herself out. In a way analog to how old age always ends up taking its toll, the young woman began panting with the shapes of her perky breasts offering an inviting sight as they were rhythmically pushed out of her chest in sober curves; most women had rather small breasts and the Queen of Naboo was always selected accordingly, so most women could see a bit of themselves in her.
Padmé wore a pair of leather straps that met like an X in the front of her torso; these straps accentuated the delicate, yet full shapes of her breasts.
Count Dooku contemplated the slenderness of her figure. She stood 5 feet 3, which he felt was a lovely height for a woman. Her dark hair was perfectly styled in one long braid that rested on her left shoulder. Its warm threads of dark brown beautifully accentuated the rich complexion of her peachy face.
She panted, exhausted, and looked at him, her brown eyes sparkling with hate and fright under the perfect lines of her eyebrows. The straightness of her nose would be just as delicate under his touch as the rest of her soft features, which he knew would be echoed down her legs and further down to her lovely feet, which he was about to discover.
From the very moment he had first seen her, Count Dooku wanted to undress Padmé and enjoy her beauty from the darkness of her hair right to the tip of her toes. He loved, worshipped a girl’s feet and he knew that Padmé’s would be life-altering to touch and kiss. He felt a strong erection under his dark Jedi robes.
Padmé felt his intense lust and realized she was alone with him, in a ship that was flying between two solar systems. No one was going to rescue her.
“Noo!” she shouted with defiance in her voice as she viciously rushed at him and threw a fast flurry of punches and kicks that would have vanquished 99.99% of humans, but not a Jedi and certainly not Count Dooku, whose laughing face, white beard and all, kept eluding her angry kicks and punches.
“All right! Vigils, hold her!” Dooku barked to the flying droids, who instantly came alive as their master pronounced the code word “Vigil”.
Padmé was now utterly out of breath and felt the mechanical, cold strength of the droids seize and restrain her wrists and ankles. She was facing her tall enemy and saw his eyes looking down at her chest. She sensed the lust in him. She knew instinctively that he was going to rape her right here, right now… And there was nothing she could do about it…
“No! You have no right to do this!”
She was too proud to beg, but she still appealed to his sense of morals. Maybe there was some good left in him.
The tall Jedi now stood with his chest inches from hers; he stood a foot taller and completely dominated her. With his silver hair and beard, he looked like he was in his sixties, but she knew for a fact that he was at least 80 years old.
He did something she didn’t expect. He gently caressed the side of her face and stroked her hair.
“The Jedi Masters of the Council have it all wrong when they say a Jedi must not have attachments, that a Jedi must not have ties of love. I remember Qi-Gon-Jin, once my apprentice; he fell in love with a beautiful young woman, a young Jedi apprentice like him. I myself loved, my dear, and you remind me of her…”
“Get your hands off me, you creep!” Padmé eventually replied and she spat on his face, but the old man was unphased. He kept stroking her hair.
Then, he gently rested his other hand on her opposite cheek and he kissed her without warning. As he recoiled after the prolonged forced kiss, he saw her brown eyes ablaze with fury.
She spat on his face again.
“Get off me! Get off me, you creep… You, dirty old… m, man!” she cried as she vainly tried to wrestle free from the droids and their grip of unwavering steel.
Padmé began sobbing as she saw Count Dooku taking off his cape, then he began to remove his Jedi’s black suit. Near the door to the pilot cockpit, she spotted two tall men who stood at attention in brown uniforms. It was clear that they were not here to help her, and even if they had tried to, Count Dooku would have killed them in seconds.
“Yes, my pretty,” he said, smiling, “these two men would get killed for my sake. And you, my dear, and the treasures of your body will be a reward for their loyalty, after I’m done, of course!”
Padmé’s sobs and cries grew louder and a lot more intense as it dawned on her that she was not just going to be raped by Count Dooku. These two men were going to have her as well. Two nondescript men who were merely pilots and mercenaries, with her, the former teenage Queen of planet Naboo… She felt grossed out, yet secretly aroused by the prospect. She had refrained her sexual self so long before, at last, giving her virginity to Anakin during their short time together on Naboo; “It’s about time! At last!” the 27-year-old woman had thought as she was under Anakin and getting pounded. She had remained a teenage virgin for most of her twenties.
A deeply hidden part within her felt curious to know different men and the different shapes, sizes and feel of their cocks.
Count Dooku proved to be surprisingly handsome in the nude. Time had difficulty with diminishing the manly muscles of seasoned Jedi knights, who eventually grew old, but it took an inordinate amount of decades. Some human Jedis lived to be 150 if not 200.
Padmé’s jaw dropped when she saw Dooku’s pale and fleshy erection sticking out of his white-haired pelvis. She knew there was going to be quite a big load of semen coming out of his balls; that pair of balls hung, heavy and ominous between his legs as he smiled at her and came near her.
The sound and the Zooming wind of red heat hit her ears and tingled the sensitive skin between her breasts as she realized what just happened.
Count Doku, his red lightsaber in his right hand, had just flown his weapon from the ground where it was resting on his discarded belt and into his hand, then slashed at the front of her outfit very accurately and neatly cut the bands of leather along with the dark-beige fabric of her sleeveless tunic, which was now partly torn from top to near her waist. He had done all of this in a heartbeat!
He dropped his turned-off lightsaber and grabbed her damaged tunic, then ripped it wide open with a grunt of joy, filling his ears with the sounds of tearing fabric as he uncovered the pristine, delicate orbs of her breasts that were now only covered by the white cups of the fancy bra she was wearing for Anakin, who was not there to witness this unthinkable scene.
“R2-S7! Begin the Cuckold Recording!” Dooku ordered the R2 droid with his loud voice of command.
The code words “Cuckold Recording” activated the droid, who began recording a 3-D film in holograms that would show everything that was going to happen from that point on; everything right down to its tiny-pixel details.
Count Dooku uttered an unbelievable grunt of fulfilled desire and with crazy eyes he grabbed and destroyed Padmé’s bra as she yelped with surprised fury mixed with weird notes of involuntary arousal; she had no idea that so noble a Jedi was capable of becoming so animalistic all at once. Could he be a stud? Would he do his utmost to pleasure her? She had heard that old men could give amazing amounts of pleasure to a woman, and they knew how.
The room fell silent, broken only by Padmé’s intense panting. Dooku smiled; she was already aroused. Seducing her wasn’t going to be too complicated after all. These young women were so predictable! But ohh, she was gorgeous!
His eyes filled with disbelief and his mind immensely enjoying the unreal aspect of the scene, Count Dooku contemplated Padmé’s bare breasts that offered a teenage-like show of paleness and subtle shadows under the soft light of the spaceship. Her nipples were of a fascinating wine-red with a tinge of rose and they were kind of puffy with areolas that beautifully faded into the milky paleness of her perky breasts.
Dooku knelt in front of Padmé and cupped her nubile breasts, and he realized that Padmé’s boobs had retained almost all the firmness they had when she was Queen Amidala. Padmé sobbed and whimpered at the same time as her breasts began to swell with forced pleasure under Dooku’s seasoned hands and expert tongue.
Padmé had no idea a man could suck and knead her breasts with such skill. Dooku had a vast, vast treasury of experience; he must have had a great many lovers to become so seasoned a lover. She felt angry at herself for letting herself slip like that. She ought to hate him, yet she secretly wished he kept on sucking her breasts.
She felt the ruined remnants of her torn outfit on either side of her violated breasts; she tried to fight the intensely erotic atmosphere that was implied by this forced undressing. She failed to resist arousal and juices rushed inside her pussy. Padmé had very sensitive breasts and she resented Anakin for being too impatient and rushing into full penetration after very little in the way of foreplay. She loved Anakin and she had intensely climaxed when she received him inside her; the age gap between them felt lovely and quite exciting, but still, she wished Anakin was a more considerate and patient lover.
Count Dooku offered her body something very different. He was no longer handsome in his face, but he made up for it by licking and circling around her nipples with strokes that were both powerful and gentle. How he did this, she had no idea, but when he finally started to kiss her abdomen, when the soft hair of his white beard met her spotless skin at her navel, she found herself unable to resist. Through his skill, Count Dooku raped her mind into feeling impatient for him to finish undressing her.
She remained silent as he undid her pants and her belt. She felt herself going soaking wet as he pulled down her pants along with her panties. She tried to protest and fight back, but she found herself unable to stop her from panting hard and she remained silent as she felt her pants slip down her legs.
As he discovered the firm playing ground of her girly hips, Padmé felt his gaze, his age-old gaze on her bush of dark hair, a perfect triangle she was proud of. Anakin wanted her to shave, but she refused. This became their first quarrel, not even a week into their relationship.
“Only a young fool would be so tasteless as to want such a wonderful triangle of velvety hair to be gone!” Count Dooku said with his theatrical voice as he rested his lips on Padmé’s hairy vulva. He gently kissed and licked her folds while caressing her upper thighs and running his hands over her hips and reaching behind to find the lovely firmness of her juicy ass. She was delicious!
He chuckled as he knew that Anakin would eventually hear his words. Oh, he was going to be so filled with hatred! What a charming plan he had devised! Darth Sidious was not going to be fooled by his tale of having to elude pursuers, but Count Dooku was ready to assume the risks involved with this lovely detour. Padmé’s cunt hair felt too good on his old face, and her coral-color entrance tasted so lovely and girly-amazing as he began circling it with his tongue.
“Ooohhh… Nooo… Stop this, please! No! Don’t! Oohh nooo don’t… Oooohhhh… Oooooohhh…” Padmé exhaled amid her heavy panting.
Dooku’s tongue darted inside her pussy and found her clit. This was the very first time Padmé was being given a proper cunnilingus. She said “no” because this man filled her with loathing, because he was forcing her to cheat on Anakin, yet her body responded to him in ways it didn’t respond to Anakin.
The more she said “No!” and begged the naked Count to stop, the more her hidden female devil craved for more of this, more of him, more of his beard gently stroking her cunt as the tip of his tongue circled around her clit and drove her nuts!
He kept at it until he heard her moaning while she urgently repeated “Noo! No! No… Stop this, please! Noo!”
She was on the verge of a wild climax. He stopped. He suddenly rose and rushed at her swollen breasts, which fitted perfectly in the palm of his hands as he pressed them and discovered, through her intense moaning, that the half-naked woman liked rough play on her breasts.
Dooku kept pressing Padmé’s breasts as it filled him with a sense of complete ownership, all the more as this was causing her to fill the room with her loud moans. His ship was flying through hyperspace and he had long hours of pleasure before him. He was going to mount her and mount her good! Then the two crewmen would also fill her up. All of this was being recorded in holograms for Anakin to choke on…
Now that she was at his mercy and soaking wet, it was time to finish stripping her naked. He felt his erection coming alive again as he realized he was just about to see and touch Padmé’s feet. Oohh, the lovely feet she must have!
In a hurry, her pants and her leather boots were gone along with her fancy panties. Dooku took unfathomable delight in gently removing her green socks made of silk. Padmé was a rather short and petite girl, and her feet were just as dainty and feminine as her hands and the rest of her figure. She was even more adorable than he had anticipated.
Oh, God! Padmé… her lovely feet… So sweet and adorable! Oh, God…
Feet did not change much through the course of a woman’s life. They remained basically the same from youth to old age. Padmé’s feet were no exception.
The droids kept their motionless hold on Padmé, who could not move her arms, while Count Dooku took her feet and ankles and brought them up where they touched his face. He let one down and began licking the other. Under his Jedi tongue, he found subtle flavors that offered a sweet, mushroomy taste that reminded him of the soil on planet Naboo. No two women had the exact same foot smell. As he kept worshipping the tenderness of her foot, he committed her scent to his lustful memory.
Padmé’s foot was as unique as her fingerprints. She was indeed Padmé Amidala of planet Naboo. From the girly sweetness of her foot, Dooku ran his hands on the ungodly silkiness of her lower leg. On her ankle, he found a small tattoo that said “BROKENWING” in black capital letters.
She could not possibly have had a tatto while she was Queen, so it must be recent. He felt fascinated by this discovery. Even with the power of the Force, a girl would never fail to surprise him in one way or another. To him, this was one of the many other ways the Force manifested Itself in living beings; the Jedi Masters overlooked that aspect, which himself and his apprentice Qi-Gon-Jin had learned to cultivate.
“Brokenwing… What does it stand for?” Dooku asked of Padmé.
“Fuck you!” Padmé replied. She felt instantly shocked at what she had just said. This was the first time ever she was using a four-letter word. But she felt so deeply raped by the Count’s question. This tattoo was the most personal thing she had. She even refused to tell Anakin; she told him he’d have to wait until they were married.
Dooku smiled as he kept kissing and licking Padmé’s foot. He knelt in front of her and began kissing and licking both her feet in complete adoration. He felt that somewhere deep within herself, a dark side of Padmé felt curious and impatient to feel his cock inside her. He knew how tantalizing his prolonged foreplay was for this secret side of Padmé.
After taking his time, after getting fully acquainted with every nook and cranny of Padmé’s kissable feet, only then, Count Dooku stood up and started masturbating.
“You thought you could escape me, eh? Well, you are mistaken, Padmé Amidala! Now, Padmé… Now!”
On this, he took his raging cock and pushed it inside Padmé, who began crying and sobbing as she felt him penetrate her wet cunt like a lightsaber inside a pound of butter.
The sex was hard and intense. After all this foreplay, Padmé’s body was beyond ready. She felt no pain, save a little strain on her wrists where the motionless droids kept holding her. The droids were subtly oscillating along with Dooku’s heavy strokes as he took his pleasure inside Padmé, who was soon unable to keep herself from moaning out loud. She knew they were being filmed in holograms by the R2 droid, but the very thought of Anakin watching this… it suddenly multiplied her arousal.
Padmé herself rested her feet against Dooku’s shoulders, and unconsciously positioned herself at a more favorable angle, as he kept pounding her while holding her ankles and contemplating the forbidden delicateness of her feet. She saw the many beads of sweat on his forehead as the silver fox kept pleasuring himself inside her young pussy. Padmé suddenly lost it and screamed in a loud salvo of high-pitched whimpers…
“AAAAHH, AAAAAH-AAAA–AAAAAAH–AAAAH–AAAAA–aaaaaa-aaaa… Oh, my God! Brokenwing! Brokenwing!!!”
Dooku clearly heard her say brokenwing amid her wild orgasm. He kept watching the paleness of her feet that radiated her girliness from his shoulders, where they rested, right down to his loins and to the tip of his cock. He also immensely adored the sight of her bouncing breasts, jiggling loose with her wine-rosy nipples between the battered remains of her torn outfit… Dark sandy fabric against her pale bouncing flesh…
“HHGHGH… HH PADMÉ! UUUUUUGGH NNNNNNNDDJJDD NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHH… AAHHRRR PADMÉ I’M INSIDE HERRHRRHH DJNNNNNNNNNHHGHH!!!”
As he lost control of his body and spewed out an unquantifiable amount of cum, Count Dooku felt incredibly shy and vulnerable in front of Padmé. The load was a long and powerful one that forced him into a series of screams of animalistic delight.
With his dick finally empty and his cum dripping out of her violated pussy, Count Doku let himself fall down to his knees and further down where his face rested on the perfect splendour of Padmé’s feet, which he covered with kisses and drank her girly sweat. He was both her master and her slave.
“Oh, by the Galaxy! This is a very, very lovely plan to… to execute… Ohh, Padmé, your feet taste so good!”
It was as if he had just raped all the most beautiful girls of planet Naboo at once in the person of Padmé. Raping a former Queen could produce such a surprising effect.
If a man is about to die a violent death, then he deserves to get a great fuck before.
The words resonated in Dooku’s mind as he slowly got up to his feet, his legs still wobbly from the intense orgasm. Someone had said that a very long time ago, back when he was still an apprentice. He wondered why these words were popping up in his thoughts just now. What did it mean. The answer filled him with dread. These were very ominous words; he saw this clearly in the Force.
Padmé was the best fuck Dooku ever had since that very first love of so long ago on Tatooine, where his ship was headed now. He knew that Darth Sidious was sensing this and that he was less than pleased, but it would be so effective a device to bring Anakin to the Dark Side that Sidious had to take this plan in stride.
As he saw the crewmen stripping themselves completely naked in front of a terrified Padmé, Count Dooku wondered what Brokenwing signified to her. He wanted to know everything about Padmé. Even the Force could not keep him from falling in love and looking forward to witnessing her rape at the hands of his crewmen. He knew he was going to grow a new erection and that he was going to try her from behind, after.
He did not need the Force to make that prediction.
TO BE CONTINUED.