Padme's Submission

 It was easy to say that Padmé was nervous, very much so, but she tried her best to maintain a professional appearance. The last thing she wanted to do was to upset or offend the Hutt Lord in any way, shape or form. She had heard many things about slavery during her time on Naboo, and they weren't what she would call lovely fates. As Queen, she had expanded her influence to nearby systems, and had abolished slavery for good. However, when she came to Tatooine over a week ago, she never expected to see that slavery was alive and well – flourishing, in fact.
    Despite that, her mind was already made up. She no longer desired the responsibility of ruling a nation, nor did she want to affiliate herself with the Republic any longer. Throughout a long, difficult night of pondering her future, Padmé had weighed up everything and come to a final decision, one that would change her life forever. One could easily look at her choice and say that she was being incredibly selfish, but in reality, she was being quite the opposite.
    She sat alone in the dim-lighted, sandstone room. It was approximately half the size of any meeting room she had ever been in, but as Tatooine was immensely poor, she didn’t complain too much. The smell was somewhat repulsive, and the lack of light bothered her tender, shiny, slightly tanned skin, but she quickly got used to her surroundings, and sat perfectly still, awaiting the arrival of the infamous gangster whom she was most excited to meet for the first time.
    I enter the room and take in the sight of the girl sitting on one of the chairs, the same girl that had requested that she and I meet in private. I let out a growl of curiosity before sending my servants and bodyguards away. The door closes behind me, and I hear the lock setting in place. I move towards her, watching the expression on her face carefully.
    "A pleasure to meet you, exalted one," the Queen bowed, keeping her composure as Jabba stopped and made himself comfortable at the opposite end of the room, settling himself on a bunch of giant, soft pillows.
    "How curious it is for a girl such as you to request an audience from me," I say, eyeing the girl a bit more. "I am usually summoned for business, and usually never alone. And yet, here you are, all by yourself. State your purpose for seeking me out, if you please."
    "My purpose? Well, you probably won't believe me, I bet you don't even know who I am?" Padmé grinned, keeping her eyes fixed on the Hutt's gigantic, amber-orange orbs.
    I squint my eyes, puzzled by her words. "And why should I care about who you are. You do not look like anyone special. Not with those clothes."
    "Queen Amidala, of Naboo," she blushed darkly.
    This surprised me. Queen Amidala? Here, of all places? She seems so...young. No. This has to be a trick. "Do you think me a fool, girl? What would a queen of high authority be doing in this planet?"
    "Stranded, deserted after our hyperdrive malfunctioned. It gave me time to ponder my future as Queen, and to be honest, I'm here without anyone knowing. I don't ever want to have the responsibility of ruling, or making life-changing decisions, I just want to be hidden away, and to serve rather than rule," she spoke honestly, keeping an honest tone of voice.
    I hummed as I stared at her, processing her words. For some reason, the way she spoke gave a sense of truth. Perhaps she truly was the ruler of Naboo. Her manner of speech, the composure of royalty, all these are obvious traits of a queen. "Say that I believe you... just whose rule would you be willing to serve? Who could you possibly devote yourself to in this backwater planet?"
    "…Y-you," Padmé took her time to reply, finally spilling the word from her lips.
    My eyes widened, and I find myself suddenly at loss for words. My assistant, Bib Fortuna, had somehow slipped in to my side without my knowledge. Yet, I was not bothered by his intrusion. I am quite used to it. He leaned close and whispered to my ear. "Is she truly the queen, master?"
    I belched and thought to myself. If she really is Amidala, then it would be interesting to have her with me. I get to have an influential figure as my own pet. How...thrilling. The very thought sends shivers down to my tail.
    "Come here, girl," I say, licking my saliva-encrusted lips.
    Bib Fortuna whispers in his ear. "We've analysed her details and she is who she says she is, Master." he quivers as they both come to realise just how unbelievable everything just got.
    Padmé begins to stand up as Jabba hears the confirmation.
    As I watch her walk towards me, images of a million possibilities run through my mind. The many things I could do with her…to a Queen…such power will be within my grasp. Yes, I have to make her mine.
    "Greetings," she bowed as Bib Fortuna eyed her up, smitten by what he saw. She stood about a meter before them both as the male twi'lek left and made sure the two of them were alone again to continue talking.
    "Closer..." I beckoned.
    She complied, and was now right in front of me. I reach out and touched her chin with my index finger. Her skin…so smooth! I expected no less from one with royal treatment. "You, a Queen, are willing to give up your title and people to serve…me?"
    Her eyes spoke a story of a lifetime of trouble and huge responsibility, not to mention pain. When she told him what she was about to say, he knew she was being truthful. "Yes, and to be perfectly honest it's not a hard decision."
    At last. I allow myself to smile. "If you truly wish to be mine, you must submit."
    "I, Queen Amidala, hereby swear to serve you, Jabba Desilijic Tiure, for the rest of my life," she grinned.
    Nodding, I gently pull her head back and leaned in. "Well said..."
    I then slowly let my scum-covered, slimy tongue out and run it up her neck to her chin.
    She giggles and asks. "What happens now?"
    I laugh, "Now...we go home."

    It took a good hour to finally get back to the palace, my new slave settled by my side along the ride. She seemed overjoyed to just be near me, and I am pleasantly surprised by such behavior. But that mattered little. I had a new slave. A slave who was once a queen and pledged her loyalty to me. I cannot wait for us to begin. But, first things first. "You will need to be fitted with the appropriate attire," I say to her. "I am sure you will love it."
    Padmé's eyes lit up with excitement. She had heard about slave attire before, and now she was to be fitted with a custom one. "Oh my, that sounds excellent."
    I beckon a guard over. "Bring in her new uniform. We will be in my room."
    Nodding, the grunt hurried off to the tailor's. I turn back to the girl and smiled. "Let me show you to my sanctuary. And soon to be yours."
    Padmé was secretly elated. Even though she was a slave, she was loving every second of it. It was such a relief to know that she'd never have to leave Tatooine again and make huge decisions. "Yes, Master." she said obediently, following him closely.
    We quickly reached my chambers. The place was spacious, with little occupying the area. In the middle of the room was a thin mattress, adorned with scarlet silk sheets, beige pillows placed neatly on the sides. Surrounding the bed were four pillars wrapped with velvet curtains, with material closely resembling my sheets.
    "It's b-beautiful," she gasped.
    "I am pleased you like it." I then guided her over to the mattress. Skillfully, I crawled onto the soft cushioning, making sure not to entirely mess up the placement of the sheets. I pull her to me, relishing the feeling of her body pressed against mine. She giggled lightly, and I knew then how much she wanted this.
    "You and I will be sharing this chamber from here on out."
    Overwhelmed by this, she simply gasped. "What an honour…"
    Just then, the guard returned in the doorway.
    "Here are the garments you requested, master," the guard said, holding up the metallic clothing.
    "Good. Set it down here and leave. I need to help this girl..." I paused to look at her with a grin. "...get settled in." He did as he was told and made a swift exit. I gestured to the clothing. "Here is the only attire you will wear. You will be baring so much of yourself, yet concealing what will be for my eyes only."
    "T-this is m-mine?" the former Queen asked, shocked. "It's made out of pure platinum…"
    "Clothes fit for royalty," I said jokingly. "Would you like to wear it now?"
    "I would love to."
    "Then do so. Right here. Right now," my slimy tongue rolled over my bottom lip in anticipation.
    Padmé stripped her clothes off and folded them neatly, placing them outside as she closed the door behind her. She revealed her naked body, not ashamed as Jabba watches, grumbling and licking his lips as he sees her put the bikini on. Not entirely a thug, he doesn't touch her stark naked body, instead he watches with quiet appreciation.
    She picks up the garment and eyes it with wonder. It could barely even be considered 'clothing' at all. It was a bikini made out of pure platinum, and long scarlet silk settled at the front of the bottom piece. Smiling, she begins to gracefully slip it on. First came the bra, and she was surprised with how it fit nicely on her chest. She clipped the fasteners on with ease, much to her relief. She tried to her best to be as slow as she can be, hoping to please her new master. Next came the bottom, and she sighed when the cloth brushed against her thighs. Her ass was incredibly exposed, and if she were to so much as bend forward, she would show all of her unmentionables.
    "What's the schedule for today?" asked Padmé as she slipped the silk boots on her feet.
    "Firstly, you need to familiarise yourself with my orders and how to respond to them," I reply, licking my lips as she finished putting her boots on. "But before that, I have to give you one last thing."
    "Mhmm," she nodded, instinctively coming closer to the Hutt.
    Once she reaches me, I pull something out from under the sheets. It was a metal collar, with a chain attached to it. Her expression says it all. She knows this item will be a crucial part to being my slave. And her eyes tell her immense joy. "You will wear this at all times."
    I place it gently around her neck, clipping it in place and picking up the chain. "My orders differ with the number of tugs. An example..." I tug her hard once, pulling her face close to mine. "...this means 'come here'."
    "Yes, Master." she acknowledges, frowning eyes as she nods, so willing to learn.
    "Good girl. Next..." I tug twice, a little light. "This means 'look at me'."
    I flick the chain, causing it to do a slight wave. "This means 'let me get a good look at you'."
    "Do it."
    Padmé moved back in to full view and turned around a few times, showing off her entire, half-naked body as Jabba eyes her up and grumbles, snot pouring from his slimy nostrils. She was a fast learner.
    "Very good. Now..." I twirl the chain around twice. "...this means 'dance'."
    Even though she was atrocious at dancing, Padmé simply complied and started to move, kicking her feet and whipping her hair as her boobs wobbled, as well as her bum and rippling muscles. The platinum bikini dazzled in the dim light as Jabba watched with growing interest.
    Is this woman for real? She's simply divine.
    It was at that moment that Jabba knew she was too good for him, and that made him like her even more.
    "Was that good?" the skimpily-clad brunette asked innocently.
    He said nothing at first, instead choosing to give a good tug. She immediately knew the order and walked over to him. He pulled her close and smiled. "You've done splendidly. You're mine now." He licked her cheek, causing her to sigh. "I will enjoy you..."
    "May I ask you something?" she smiled, standing before him as he gazed at her.
    "You may," I reply.
    "Am I safe here? I mean, I'm worried that someone will find out I'm here and bring me back to Naboo," Padmé asked in a worried tone, drawing closer to the slimy Hutt. "I don't want that to happen."
    I surprised her by bellowing in laughter. "Your high profile security will never find this place. And even if they did, they will have to go through the best of my men to get to you. I guard what I own with my life — you're a significant investment."
    Jabba began to grumble as she stoked his many, slime-coated chins, coming ever closer. "I just want to be here, under your control. No one needs to know where I am, right?"
    I lift her chin so her eyes could meet mine. "No one will ever find you, my little pet."
    Padmé felt her heart skip a beat and she blushed, she was so happy. "What else will happen today?" she asked with genuine interest. It was surprising to Jabba that she was actually intrigued by his daily routine and schedule, quite flattering actually.
    "We are more than mere thugs, as you higher people call us," I said, holding up her chain. "We take the time to get to know each other. What do you say about meeting everyone here? They will need to be familiar with my newest plaything."
    "So we're all like a family?" the pleasure slave grinned.
    "A happy, rowdy, horny family..." I run my hand up and down her side. "Shall we?"
    "Let's." the excited woman giggled. "Oh, no one else gets to touch me but you, right?" Padmé paused as she sounded concerned.
    I grin. "I will throw them to my precious, pet Rancor if they do."

    The afternoon went by swimmingly. Everyone that mattered were made acquainted by their master's newest toy. Jabba decided to keep her heritage a secret in hopes of lessening the chances of his subordinates even thinking of copping a feel. It was expected for the men to eye her with hungry gazes, but they knew better than to move past that.
    Padmé was enjoying herself immensely. To meet all these people with personalities different from the snobs she is accustomed to meeting, more carefree and wild, it was a breath of fresh air. But as much as she enjoyed getting to know this 'family'; she only wanted to spend the night with her new master. She wished for evening to come sooner, and she was relieved when it did.
    Dinner was an event, having the musical band play them upbeat songs to liven the atmosphere as they ate. She rather enjoyed the food, especially when she ate beside the Hutt. She bit her lip as she watched Jabba hungrily dive into his meal. Deep down inside, she wished he was digging into her like that.
    It was well late into the night when they finally retired to the bedroom. It had been a long day, yet Padme barely felt tired. Jabba admitted that he too was feeling more elated despite the time of night. Usually he would just call it a night and pass out, but the girl just had a way of keeping fatigue at bay.
    He pulled her with the chain once he settled into his bed. "I take it you had fun?"
    "I think I'm going to settle in nicely here," she blushed, beaming that smile of hers.
    "Excellent. But I believe..." He grabbed hold of her arms. "...I still need dessert to compete my day." He licked his lips, drool running down his chin. "Care to indulge me?"
    Padmé stared at his tongue almost lovingly, before replying. "Every inch of me belongs to you, and you alone."
    With a low laugh, he pulled her in and lathered her face with spit, his tongue tasting every inch of her lovely features.
    As she sighed, he moved down to her neck and ran the thick, slimy muscle up and down. It was then she began to moan. He licked her throat sideways, tasting the slight hint of sweat on her skin.
    The fat, giant tongue felt amazing on her body. Never before had she been treated so badly, and she was loving it. She even giggled internally as she saw his green snot, slime and slobber mix together, and moaned as it was smeared across her body. This woman was gorgeous, and Jabba was in no rush as he continued licking her.
    He lifted her up with ease as he came across her breasts. His strong tongue actually lifted the bra upwards, exposing her already-erect nipple. He gasped at the feeling, and she swore she could feel goosebumps spreading throughout her skin.
    Lifting her up slightly more, he came across the most exposed part of her body: her taut belly. Growling with anticipation, he slowly ran his slimy tongue up her tummy, coating her with thick saliva.
    He applied even more pressure when her moans escalated, firmly gripping her sides as he tasted more of her delicious belly.
    They had lost track of time when they finally settled down, the room now darker as the lights dimmed. Padme panted heavily on Jabba's stomach, still wet from all his saliva. The Hutt was also out of breath, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Both were incredibly happy though, as this was an experience neither of them had the pleasure of going through. The gangster never tasted anyone as good as this girl before.
    "You are delicious..." Jabba said, finally catching his breath.
    "I love your tongue…ah…" she repaid the compliment. "Shall we s-sleep?"
    He held her close, his tail coiling in between her shimmering, silky smooth inner-thighs. "Yes. Let's."
    Smiling, Padmé rested her head on his large belly, closing her eyes as she relished the feeling. She felt so at peace in his presence, and to be held like this was blissful. She wouldn't trade this for anything in the galaxy.
    Jabba, too, was enjoying this newfound feeling. The girl, for some reason, was special. His past slaves were obedient, yet, but none of them willingly served him. This girl, this 'Queen', came to him and offered herself. She wanted to be his. And he took her. He took all of her.
    The repulsive gangster never felt so happy in his long life. Why did this girl make him feel this way? Why did he enjoy just looking into her eyes when he would rather take all of her image in. What was special about those eyes - ?
    Such thoughts prevented him from sleep, and seeing-as-how his new slave was now snoring quietly, he put aside all thinking and just let himself drown in darkness, slumber finally taking him.
    Tomorrow will be another day with Padmé Amidala, former Queen of Naboo.

    The Hutt lazily opened his eyes as the strong rays of the sun hit his face. He groaned and smacked his lips before gathering his bearings. Before long, he noticed a light weight on his belly and looked down. There, he saw the girl he had just taken in as his personal slave, sleeping soundly with a peaceful look on her face. Her adorable snores was the only thing he could hear in his large room, and he couldn't help but smile at the sight.
    His eyes travel across her form. Her hair, her eyes, her lips. They look so enticing. He wanted to run his fingers through her locks, look into her eyes, and lick her luscious lips.
    He froze. He never licked his slaves on the lips. It was, in a way, a form of intimacy beyond master-slave relationships. To do such a gesture would imply he would like to pursue something deeper.
    Did he want that? The girl was willing to give herself to him, something he never expected anyone to do. He usually took what he wanted, by force even. But she was given to him on a silver platter. She wanted this. She wanted him.
    So did he want her?
    "You seem...quiet, is something wrong, Master?" Padmé stirs as she lies in front of the slimy Hutt.
    Shaking his head, he fiddles with the chain. "Nothing's wrong. I was just thinking of how I've come to find such an excellent pet."
    "Well, you do own me forever, and I shall always be inferior to you..." she grinned before facing the rest of the court. People were doing various things and not paying attention to them both.
    "Indeed," he thought to himself. "I own you..." For some reason, such words have lost any magic in them. It's like it felt wrong to say he "owned" her. Why is that? Was it not enough anymore? Did he want more from her?

    It was a bit late in the afternoon when he brought her into his chambers. This confused Padme. They never came in here until it was time for their nightly escapades and sleep. But it was only sundown, so why did he bring her here?
    "Have I done something wrong?" she asked timidly, bowing in submission.
    "No, you've done nothing of the sort," he replied solemnly. "The only thing you've done...is steal my heart."
    To say she was shocked was an understatement.
    Surely she heard wrong. "Uh... Care to repeat that, master?"
    He let go of the chain and instead of the usual procedure, he crawled up to her and held her arms. "You've been the only thing in my mind lately. I've thought so much about you and how you've come into my life. You came to me to be my slave, and yet later I've come to see you as more."
    He looked into her wide eyes, continuing. "Labelling you as 'slave', 'toy' or 'pet' no longer gives me joy. You are more than that to me now. I don't just want your body. I want you."
    She was understandably surprised by this. It had been a few months and she thought he was simply growing tired of her, instead it was quite the opposite. "I-I well...what does this mean? What happens if we enter a relationship?" Padmé asked curiously, locking the door behind her.
    "I suppose not much will be different..." He leans in closer. "Except I will no longer see you as my slave. Instead, I will see you as my lover. If you wish for me to no longer use the chain, I will gladly throw it away. As long as I have you, I won't care."
    "So I'll be able to roam freely?"
    "Yes, you may. So..." He squeezed her arms. "How about it, khankee?"
    "Could I be on a shorter chain?" she winked, licking her upper lip seductively.
    He laughed and hugged her tight, her bare stomach squishing against his slimy folds, sighing as she returned the gesture. He was overjoyed to know she was willing to pursue a relationship with a slug such as himself. To finally let his feelings be known and accepted, he could think of nothing better than this.
    Feeling incredibly happy, he suddenly pushed her against the wall, his belly pinning her in place, and licked her cheek. She moaned and clutched at his leathery arms. She moved her head to lick at his tongue as well. She whimpered when she took in his thick saliva, nuzzling her face into the wet, foul-smelling muscle.