PADME IN THE PALACE CHAPTER 11: slave to love

The end of the story. Now you know why I set this story so close to the beginning of ROTS…sexytime between Anakin and Padme ahead!

Later…

Anakin carried Padme into the boomerang-shaped starship as strong winds whipped around them, her huge, padded diaper and plastic panties crinkling from his mechanical hand clutching her bottom. Her pasties shimmered as the tassels swung around on her nipples, swinging in tune with her childlike braids as her carried her. Padme had already discarded her pink crystal shoes, which was why she was being carried as opposed to walking barefoot in the hot sand, her only other option. R2-D2 followed them, rolling through the sand slowly and entering the ship as the door closed. The suns were going down, and a lovely double sunset was visible on the horizon.

"Padme, lay down here, please." Anakin said as Padme lay on a padded medical bed covered in a thick towel. "I need to tend to you."

Anakin removed his wife's diaper cover and then the gigantic diaper, Padme wrinkling her nose at the stench. The garment was soaked through with her sexual juices, urine and fecal matter, and Anakin winced not at the mess in the absolutely filthy diaper, but at the inflamed red lips of his wife's vulva.

"Padme…" he gasped, his shock apparent at seeing the physical repercussions of his wife's sexual assault at the hands of Jabba.

"Don't be angry, please." Padme said as she held him close, her bare breasts pressing against him. "I'm going to be okay. I promise you."

She kissed him as he held her closer, his mechanical hand gently stroking her long brown hair and undoing the childish pigtails that were forced upon her, throwing away the hair clips and allowing her long, dark brown hair to flow over her naked body. The pasties came next, making his wife totally nude before him.

"I'm so sorry this happened to you…" Anakin said as Padme leaned into him and shuddered.

"Don't be." Padme said as she hugged him. "I wore this diaper willingly, I got caught willingly, and I would have died willingly if that's what it took. Only when he…he raped me did I even feel true shame."

She sat naked before her husband, whipped raw with sand from the winds and covered in filth and slime. She kissed him as Anakin picked up a container of chemical wipes and rubbed his wife's body, cleaning every inch of her skin as Padme lay back and closed her eyes. She had horrible, burning diaper rash from having held her waste inside the diaper for hours, and it felt wonderfully soothing to her skin to be cleaned at last and of her own consent.

"Queen Amidala, it's so good to have you back!" a familiar voice said as C-3PO shuffled into the medical bay, with Padme covering herself with her small hands. "I was so worried about you when I heard what Jabba had-"

"Threepio, the queen needs a little privacy right now." Anakin said as he turned the golden droid around. "Go up front and start the takeoff sequences, will you?"

"Of course, master Skywalker!" C-3PO said as R2-D2 beeped at him angrily. "What do you mean, 'learn proper tact', you insipid blob of grease?"

Padme and Anakin both chuckled at that last exchange, closing the door and latching it magnetically as Anakin continued cleaning his secret wife. Padme closed her lovely eyes and moaned as a sponge was rubbed over her face, cleaning away all of the slutty makeup she was wearing and scrubbing the rest of her body, cleaning sand and grit out of every crack and crevice of the queen's naked form. Anakin pulled out a rubber bulb with a nozzle on one end, placing it in a chemical solution and holding it out to his wife.

"Padme, open your legs please." He instructed, gulping as he approached her with the douche.

Padme reluctantly spread her thighs, shivering as Anakin inserted the device into her vagina and squeezed. She gasped as the chemicals entered her uterus and flushed her out, leaking onto the towel. Anakin then gently rolled her over and repeated the process with another clean douche in her anus, making her moan. Padme loved the sensations she felt at his hands, loved the sight of him in front of her while she was totally naked, helpless against his ministrations…she leapt up and kissed him, pulling him close as she wrapped her arms around him. She then undid his robes and pulled them down, kissing him again and again.

"Padme…" Anakin whispered, instants before she placed a hand over his mouth.

"Sssh, no more words, love." She said as she knelt before him, pulling down his underwear and revealing his naked form before her. "I missed you so much."

In no time at all, Padme was suckling Anakin's member to its full erection, making him moan and hold her head in his hands. He let go to pull his robes off and reveal his bare chest, scarred from a multitude of battles. Padme continued suckling his cock as Anakin stepped out of his pants and underwear, kicking them aside as his naked wife pulled off of his now fully-erect member, standing up before him. Padme then pressed herself against his cock, taking his hard length inside of her vagina. She moaned at the entry as she considered for a moment the consequences if any of this got out.

"To hell with it." Padme thought as she ground against Anakin, who then gently leaned into her and pressed her against the bed. "I'll deal with that if and when it comes."

Anakin thrust into the naked queen gently and slowly, making her gasp as her legs were spread wide apart. Padme felt her wet inner walls clenching him tightly as she wrapped her legs around her husband, pulling him closer into her moist vagina. She was so besotted with him, so in love, that she didn't care if she wasn't protected. Padme realized her contraceptives had worn off her second day in the palace, her mental note realizing she had had her period just before the mission began, making her possibly very fertile considering how many times she had been raped by Jabba. The possibility of her pregnancy made her think of Alusia and her unborn baby, and hoped she made it to the Republic hospital with her child.

"They were so brave…" Padme thought as she moaned out loud, flexing her hips against Anakin and clenching the inner walls of her vagina.

She was glad she did her Kegel exercises, because in the rare moments that she got to be intimate with Anakin, it made the sex infinitely more enjoyable. Padme wondered if this made her the whore Jabba and his men made her out to be ad she kissed Anakin and gasped out loud in his ear.

"So what if it does?" She thought as she dug her fingernails into Anakin's back, moaning as he plunged deeper and deeper, thrusting harder and caressing her bare breasts as she cried, tears falling from her eyes in joy. "There's no sin in just enjoying sex. Who gives a damn what they think?"

"Are you okay?" Anakin asked as he looked into his wife's eyes. "You look so distant."

Padme nodded and kissed him again, staring into his eyes before her own eyes closed in bliss. She thrust her hips against his member, enticing him as he stroked her back and underarm with his metal hand. Her vaginal muscles squeezed her husband's cock tighter and tighter, making him moan in turn as she forced him deeper into the mucous folds of her vagina. She kissed Anakin and caressed his ears with her soft hands, moaning into them and biting his earlobes as he continued plunging in and out of her most delicate orifice. Padme screwed her eyes shut and cried out loud, gasping and crying as her legs closed tightly around Anakin, forcing his manhood deeper as she screamed in pleasure.

"Oh yes, god yes!" she gasped as Anakin continued thrusting into her, kissing her in-between words. "Harder, please! Harder!"

Anakin plunged deeper and deeper into Padme as she cried and gasped, tears falling from her lovely eyes as he stroked her long brown hair, no longer restrained as a pair of girlish pigtails. Padme cried louder as she felt him digging deep, deep into the very depths of her cervix, hitting her womb and making her cry out loud as his hands worked over her bruised, sunburnt breasts, his mouth covering one of them and suckling hard. The lovemaking went on for quite some time, Padme constantly kissing and moaning, whispering sweet words of love into his ears. She felt herself squeezing him harder and harder as she felt the welcome tingling between her legs growing to its zenith.

"Anakin…!" she cried out loud as she came, Anakin following shortly afterwards.

He groaned as he spilled his hot, sticky seed inside of her womb, making his wife cry out as she came again. Padme lay back and moaned out loud as she rode out her second orgasm and closed her eyes in utter bliss, her lack of contraceptives completely forgotten in her post-orgasmic mind.

"I love you…" Anakin moaned just before he passed out from orgasm.

Padme smiled and kissed her husband's face, wrapping the blankets around herself and spooning him from behind. She was so ecstatic to be freed from Jabba's filthy palace, no longer wearing that disgusting giant diaper, she didn't care about anything else.

"I'm free." She said to herself, tears falling from her lovely brown eyes.

Padme drifted off to sleep, wrapping her arms and legs around Anakin's naked body. They would have to gradually break the news of their secret marriage to the Jedi council in the coming months now that the war between the Separatists and the Republic was really heating up. Padme didn't relish that, but she knew that the attitudes towards her and Anakin together would grow in time. Little did she know that something else would grow inside of her in the coming months…

The end.

And now you know why this is set so long after "The Clone Wars"! Surprise! It's my first prequel-era Star Wars Story, and I thought about doing one where not only is Padme a slave, but is rescued and impregnated by Anakin afterwards. Thanks to my lovely girlfriend Sarah for her ideas given to me during writing this story. *kisses and cuddles her*. Please comment below!