Erotica Anthology #2

Empire II.

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Empire (Part #2)

A young woman is brutally ravished by monsters in an arena, before being placed to serve an empire.

The Queen w***e, Padma

“ The Queen w***e of Naboo ”

Ever since Padma has been rescued, she has been having nightmares — or is it an erotic dream? She dreams of the events that transpired in the arena, the ghosts of her past keep haunting her. She tries to forget about what had happened, but how can she? Her having been f****d in the ass by monsters after monsters without rest, going as far as tearing her asshole, permanently damaging her. Padma still has not recovered from the assaults, but she makes sure to keep everything a secret. It is humiliating enough to allow such forbidden facts be known to others, especially when she had actually enjoyed some parts of it and had even partaken in reaching her release. No, she can not let this secret be known to anyone else. If it does, she will have to face the spear. Everything will be ruined; her positions, her influences, her dignity.

Little does she know that her nightmare is about to come true through a second repeat, this time with different types of monsters.

Padma receives a summon for a private audience one evening, thinking that it will just be another meeting that will end up in another heated argument, unaware that the people who summon her are not as genuine as she likes to believe.

The room is dimmer than it is supposed to be, and that alone should be a warning sign to her already. Padma has been jumpy since the incident, but she does not want to throw a scene every time she gets a little bit scared, so she brushes away her worries and proceeds, trying to call out for any audience.

A figure stands from far ahead, the light shining from behind him though she can not see his face. Padma tries to introduce herself politely, before asking for what reason he is summoning her, assuming that he is the person who is asking for her presence.

“I’m not here to discuss about politics,” his voice is heavy. There is a certain danger that the vibration of his voice carries, which sends a chill down her spines. “Though there is a certain recent event that caught my attention.” His hands swiftly gestures for a screen to play, and in an instant, all airs are sucked from her lungs.

Laid in seven feet tall screen is a very high quality recording of the shameful deeds that she has done in Geonosis’ sandy pit.

How could this—? Who did this—? A dozen questions raise up to her mind, but the young girl is too caught up in her panicked state.

Padma is stunted, unsure of what to say. This video clearly shows her face, down to the very last details of her mating with those despicable creatures. There is no room for denial now. Cornered, the Senator is at a loss on how to act.

She can neither confirm nor deny it — either one will end badly for her. It is too obvious to deny it outright; and knowing her state of mind, such a horrid scene that still lingers fresh in her mind will obviously lead her to take reckless decision.

So instead she confronts him outright.

“What do you want?” Padma asks, her voice stern yet threatening to break at the edge.

“So soon trying to strike a deal already?” he chuckles, his tone belittling her. “Alright then, let me get to the point. You will do what I say, or I’ll leak this to the entire galaxy. Young or old, they’ll learn all of the nasty little details of that you’ve done in that arena.”

“And how will I know that you won’t go back on your words?”

“I won’t. You simply need to trust me, or you can get your reputation destroyed. So, what will it be, Senator?” he asks her in a mocking tone.

Padma has no other choice. She has to do what he wants.

“Good, now start stripping!” a new voice says from behind her, causing her to turn around quickly. Now that she has noticed it, more and more figures start to show up, crowding around her. They are at least a dozen or so of them, and their unexpected proximity starts to make her feel like a caged animal.

“Who are you people really?”

“That’s none of your concern. And even if you know, will it matter?”

“Hold on. You said that I only need to follow your order. Why are these men here?”

“Isn’t it obvious? They are here to claim your ass, Padma,” her name rolls out of his tongue so casually, it is making her sick.

“I don’t have to follow their demands!” she raises her voice in anger.

“No, but you will have to follow mine, and my first order for you is to comply to all of us. Now, while you are in this room. Else, you know what will happen.” His hand gestures to the panel, ready to send out the recording at any given moment.

In panic, Padma gives in, nodding her head solemnly.

She has no answer to his threats, but it really doesn’t matter. What she needs to make sure is that they do not leak this video. But are all of them really going to f**k her? Isn’t that why they tell her to strip? Padma is not clueless. She can tell from their mannerism. They want her. They want to see her suffer, just like what happened in the arena.

She is clearly outnumbered. She can not fight them all off. But that does not mean that she is going to make her own repeat rape any easier for these bastards!

“Don’t cry on us, Senator. We’ll make a little good w***e out of you yet,” the first person says.

They must have mistaken her fury for something else. Eh, wait, what? Padma rubs one side of her cheek, only to find tears staining her face. Oh no. She can not show a sign of weakness now, not so early in the fight.

“Having a little trouble?” a third voice chips in, before grabbing her and spinning her towards his rock-solid chest. He is at least three times the size of her. “Need a little hand.”

He grabs the front of her dress and starts tearing it apart, causing her to stifle a whimper. No, this is not happening. Not again . . .

“Nice t**s you got there. Can’t wait to use my c**k on them,” he says, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. He tears down the rest of her clothes, before completely exposing herself.

Padma instinctively takes a step back, only to find someone else already waiting for her from behind, her back colliding against his chest. She does a sharp intake of air. A smile, a sinister one at that, plays on his lips, before he starts to unzip the front of his pants, allowing his already erect c**k to spring free, shocking Padma by it’s size.

His is at least twice the size of Anakin’s, far from the convenient standard size. The one in front of her also unzips and reveals himself, his size equally just as large as the first man’s, if not more. He is at least triple when compared to her lover’s size, even bigger than her arm.

They do not waste their time. Someone puts a blindfold on her, obscuring her sight. In the darkness, c***s start making their way into her ass, which still has not fully recovered yet. There is an evident tunnel gap inside her ass, which has been defiled so much by ruthless beasts that they can literally see the internal structure of her ass if they raise her ass to the right angle and allow light to shine upon that void.

Just looking at her makes them hard. They have been watching the recording of the show she had put back on Geonosis’ arena for multitude of times, and to finally meet her in person is such a turn on that their loins are straining so hard in their pants. They can not prolong this any longer. They need to be inside her, now!

The two men find her asshole without that much of a struggle, driving the head of their c***s towards her and impale her ass with their entire length in one swift motion. Balls deep, they do not even feel cramped inside her stretched and used up hole. In fact, a third person can still make room inside her. So they gesture for someone else to come. He drops his pants and enters her as well, his huge c**k as eager as the others.

Padma can not believe this! Not just one, not two, but three c***s are stuffed inside her. She should feel so full, but these humanoid c***s are nothing compared to the monstrous size of a Reek’s. She can not help but to take notice that the surface is so smooth, flesh against flesh, unlike that shell solid c**k of the Acklay. Just recalling his size and barbs scares her.

When the w***e shivers, they take it as a sign and begin thrusting, three of them at the same time.

Someone from behind hooks their arms under her armpits, supporting her weight. Someone at the front grabs both sides of her ankle, and together they lift her up, moving her up and down, raising her and then pounding her back down into all three of their girths at the same time.

Thanks to the friction, their c***s bulge even bigger inside her, all to the point until she starts feeling so full.

They move around, and a fourth c**k joins it. This time will be a tight fit. In the dark, some of her senses become sharper. The person in front of her shifts a little bit to the side, making room for the new person. The man grabs one of her thighs, lifting her weight, before dipping his already engorged c**k inside her ass without as much as a word.

She is still so dry, her walls unprepared for this type of assault. As a result, she begins hurting from having so many c***s stuffed inside of her baggy asshole. Even though the back canal has turned sloppy thanks to the beasts’ repeated assaults,

Her breasts bounce at every thrust. These men are eager and hungry for their release. When they c*m, they do not come at the same time, but rather taking turns filling her up, causing Padma to cower in the leaking sensation.

The first man behind her cums first, as he is the one who has the most access to her ass. The other man next to him follows suit, joining in the gathering contributions inside her back canal. Padma is struggling to hold herself in at this point — she refuses to participate in her own rape. Not again. She is only doing this to save her name.

Even though her heart tingles with melancholy of the thought of betraying her lover, Padma tries to put a brave front. Anakin will not want her anymore, if he knows just the kind of horridness that has occurred to her ass. It is not like she wants being f****d by these men also, but they are blackmailing her. If she does not do what they want, they will spread the recording all over the galaxy. And then, everyone will know her dirty secret.

She can’t have that. There are still so many good things she can accomplish through her station. She can not give up on her plans. She has to accept their c***s, even though by doing so, she is sacrificing herself.

Her ass virginity had been stolen by a beast, and now many men are indulging themselves inside her. Padma can not begin to measure up the kind of shame they are putting her through, using her so freely like this, as if she is their personal c*m bucket that they can utilize as they please.

The other two in front of her starts to touch her more, nearing their climaxes. Padma tries to put some distance between them, not wanting to feel them more than she already does. Their naked bodies tangle in intricate forms, sweat dripping from all over their skin.

Their stamina can not be compared to the beasts, cumming so hard at such an early state of the game. But they have something that the beasts do not; numbers. And they swear to make it their missing to stuff her with as many c***s as possible, pushing the boundaries of her human body’s limit.

All four of them are still dedicatedly f*****g her, even when some of them already cummed inside her. Their d***s then begin alternating inside her in random patterns, unable to maintain the united front as they gradually become tired, growing harsher when nearing their releases. d***s take turns hammering into her depths, each thrust increasing the already burning fire inside her ass. If this keeps up, she does not think she can hold it in much longer.

This time, these bastards decide to c*m inside her all at the same time, shooting up so much hot liquid into her ass until her body can not hold it all in anymore, causing most of them to spill on the floor beneath them.

When the four men are done, they slide out of her ass, reopening the old wounds in the process. Her walls are hesitant in letting them go, as embarrassing as it is. Her walls cling onto their c***s to the very last moment, going all of the way until some of the rubbery skin shags outside her internal tunnel.

She can hear the murmurs, the men pointing out what such a wanton hole she has. Padma only quivers in silence, her body shivering thanks to the cold breeze that brushes past her. It is such a contrast to the fire that still ignites inside her back passage.

Just as the four leave, more men are already lining up, eager to replace the others. Padma does not know how many they are exactly, but after being f****d with so many of them for so many times, she begins to lose count, too lost in the pleasure they bring to her.

Her body can not resist it. It likes their c***s; especially how occupying and big they are for humanoid standards. c***s after c***s, there just does not seem to be enough of them. The further they go in, the more c***s seem to be able to find itself inside her ass. They are stretching her out to the extreme ends, plundering into her so roughly just so that they can loosen her up even more than she already is, creating more room for their allies.

These men are not shy in using her body as their pleasure holes. To maximize better access, they even twist and turn her body around, until she ends up upside down. At the bottom they tackle her mouth with their erected p*****s, pre-c*m already leaking out so eagerly against her lips, the head so soft and wet and flavorful when her tongue makes contact with them. They pad their boastful lengths against her taut breasts, slapping her chest hard with their c***s until her breasts jiggle at every motion, as a response to greeting them in return. Mouth suckle and bite at her n*****s, mercilessly drinking her milk. And at the very top of the tiers, ten or so c***s are going at her at the same time, pumping in and out of her in various different patterns like a machine into her now ruined ass. Padma can bet that she must have been bleeding after they reopen her old wounds, her ragged tunnels exposed. They must have figured it out from the Acklay’s assaults on her, because none of them seem to mind her damaged hole, while some even celebrate her very loose asshole by picking up their pace, f*****g her even more vigorously than they already do.

Padma can not hold herself any longer and begin to squirt out her naughty juices at every chance her body gets, all of the pressure welling up too much inside her. The men drink from her loyalty, tongues licking near the entrance of her p***y, before some even begin to slide their tongues in and out of her shriveling cunt, squeezing out even more juices as they tease her to no end, pushing her to the limit. Someone is touching her c**t, playing the pearl bead with such skillful fingers, she sings out her moans loudly, the sound echoing throughout the room. They take the lewd noises she makes as a form of encouragement, and they pick up their pace, drilling into all three of her holes so mercilessly, while rigid c***s are making their way, rubbing all across her open skin, covering her up with their salty pre-c*m.

They shower her with their semen from inside out, making sure to fill her up through every corner.

Even as she has become so worn-out and tired, her need to be filled never got extinguished. She wants them to continue f*****g her. She needs them inside her even now. Please, oh please . . . please use her as they see fit. She does not know anything anymore, other than the fact that she needs more. Whatever they have been doing to her, she needs them to continue desperately soon. Her holes are aching, clamping down in pain, searching for something hard and solid to clench inside her, only to find empty air.

She begs and begs for them, muttering incoherent words.

“Tell me, who are you now?” The first man bellows at her.

“W— I’m, I’m a w-w***e!” she stumbles a little bit.

“And what does this w***e want?” He pulls at her c*m stained hair until the roots of her damp strands begin to hurt her skull. The dull pain is a reminder.

They want her ruined? Fine, then that is what they will get: a ruined, messed up c*m bucket.

“f**k me! f**k me hard! I want you to f**k me hard! c*m inside me! I want all of your c*m inside me. Please!” she screams out loud, begging fiercely.

“Well then, since you ask so nicely.” He releases her hair, palm rubbing her back heatedly. “Prepare yourself, whore.”

Now that the human female is eager to be raped by her blackmailers, they begin f*****g her with a new found vigor, filling her up nice and throughout, greedily only thinking of their own release, regardless whether she is in pain or pleasure from the multiple f*****g. Her asshole has become so f*****g loose, they can even stick a head inside her, and she will probably will not feel any pain at all. Her ass cheeks have become so wide apart thanks so them, her body taking in a new form to occupy the brand new passage they have reformed. The hole is so wide open now that they can even fit the entire group’s c***s at the same time. It is quite a struggle trying to position themselves around one tiny human and move inside her, so instead they move her body towards them, making her to participate in her own rape. She does not mean to mind at all this time, her inner muscles becoming so relaxed around them that their d***s can waggle freely inside her.

Such a nice hole. Such a pretty hole; so useful and obedient. Now, they have finally conquered the Senator of Naboo. Dala is in their clutches; turning into their own personal queen w***e. They will make sure to put the wanton w***e to very thorough use.

By the time they are done with her, she can not even form a thought properly, let alone remember about making sure that they keep the end of their bargain. There is no rush. It is all in good time. They will still make good use of her. They will f**k her until she spills every last bit of secrets and information that she contains. At this point, the w***e has become so addicted to their c*m that she will basically do anything to please them, just to have them inside her ass yet again.

This is far from over though, as they still have many plans for her in the near future. They will use her for their own pleasure, as well as an offering for their future delegates, using her hole as a means to form new connections. In this vast and moving modern time, they have to be a little bit more creative in making their source of entertainment; and that means rendering the once respected and hated Senator into a public c*m bucket.

Her path to total ruin is far from over. They will use her until she is dry, broken and unfixable. They will destroy her, mind and ass, until she can never return to her old self anymore — a perfect f**k pet.

“ The Queen w***e of the Banquet ”

They have cleaned her up good, squeezing and rubbing out every last ounce of c*m off her body, dressed her up with encrusted jewelries, only to thrust her into the hands of a bunch of vile and corrupted politicians.

Her outfit seems to cover everything except for the parts that needs covering — which by this point Padma doubts she even cares anymore. Her tunnels have been aching, itching to be filled. She swears that if she does not get her share of c**k inside her ass, she is going to completely lose it. She needs to be f****d; hard, rough and fast. She does not care even if they are her enemies, or that the owner of the d***s that are presented in front of her are too vicious and corrupt. They can taint her mind and ass in every imaginable way for all she cares. All her ass needs is d***s.

The jewelries sparkle in this white bright room. Golden crystals decorate her smooth tanned skin, making her appear very desirable. There is a mask made out of golden beads covering her head and half of her face. She can still see them clearly even when her eyes are partially covered, while her lips hang open for any interested c**k to venture in. She wears a golden necklace that serves as a collar, which is attached to her First Master’s firm hand at the moment. He makes her sit at the bottom of his leg, allowing her breasts to be showcased — they hang out from the two nicely formed holes over her chest. The outfit also shows her entire back, making her bare from the top of her neck, her ample ass and down her very ankles. It is a wonder how they manage to create such a revealing outfit for her, yet still able to keep the jewelries attached to her petite body.

The group of men are sitting in a circle, talking with each other so casually. They are not shy to throw a couple of insults right to her face when the chance occurs, especially once knowing who is the female behind the mask.

This appears to be a normal political banquet, with all of the men presented in clean cut suits and discussing with such stern facial expressions. All seems to be in order, except for the part that a Senator such as her is present wearing such a scandalous outfit, looking like she is begging to be f****d; screaming, speaking about her public invitation in volumes, actually. And it is true; she is looking to be f****d. Padma is so eager that she has to rub her knees together every other minute; anticipation eating her out.

Once they are ready to begin the real party, the men begin to unzip, allowing their huge c***s to be freed. The First Master gets his turn at the start in order to officially begin this banquet properly. These men are the guests, and her ass is in their delicacies.

He gestures at her to get up and crawl towards him, allowing all of these men to get the front seat view to her bare curvy form of her firm ass, which jiggled against each ass cheek as she moves. Padma crawls to his laps, slowly positioning herself right onto his waiting c**k. The First Master’s erect head dips into her rosebud. She twists her hips to allow him to enter her deeper, but the female lets out a relieved sigh when his entire phallus is finally stuck in her back passage.

Then she begins to move.

She is so loose that not only can his c**k be thrusted inside her with ease, he can even make her ass to swallow his balls, making the warm flesh tuck all of him entirely inside nicely. It is such a pleasant sight that the First Master begins complementing her, pleased at her techniques and tunnel-like asshole, but also at how obedient she becomes.

After hearing the things that they will do to her husband and children if she does not cooperate, Padma makes up her mind to follow their every whim, every form of demand down to the very last dot. Not that she needs much encouragement this time around, anyway.

The politicians continue their formal discussion, as if nothing is amiss. The First Master speaks fluently in many languages, and during the time she clenches and unclenches her muscles around his c**k and balls, not once does he stumble through a single syllable. This makes her curious, wondering how a man like him can be so unaffected. Little does she know that his mental defenses is crumbling down, slowly but surely brought down to his climax while still buried balls deep — no, hip deep inside her.

He still wants to get a taste of her, but he will have plenty of time for that later. He knows that the others are dying to get a taste of the feisty Senator, so he reluctantly passes her down to the guy sitting next to him.

His c**k plunges out from her asshole with an audible plop, her internal walls dragged out from inside her ass in the process. With her tunnel pulled outside, the next guy that she is placed on his lap with has to gather her flesh around his c**k, before burying his balls deep into her as well.

Her breasts bounce while she gyrates up and down into the man’s impaling c**k, sweat forming on her forehead. This guy has less control than the First Master, and she can hear him grunting and groaning from all of the wanton efforts she is making with her ass. Eventually, when he can not hold it in anymore, he cuts short of his talk and decides to put his entire focus on f*****g her, he grabs her by the waist and begins to control the pace himself.

He f***s her until his seeds spilled inside her, making her full with his potent semen. Then once he collects himself and gathers his strength, he passes her down to the next person, not even bothering to zip up. There is c*m staining all over his thighs, waist and ass, and his suit pants are not spared either, stained from both of their contributions. The clothes must have worth a fortune, but the guy does not seem to care about the stain. He probably has hundreds more sets of that.

“Insolent w***e!” the third man thundered abruptly, causing her to jolt from his lap instinctively. A few heads turn, but they quickly return to their conversation as if nothing happened.

The third man seems extremely upset, staring at his lap, which is now soaked by the previous men’s c*m. It has leaked from inside her ass when the second man passes her to this larger man. “I didn’t tell you to stand up, did I?” he shouts again. This person appears to be short-tempered; and judging from the angry scowl on his face, he is not one to be messed with. His body is the heavyweight type; he can smack her to her death, if he likes.

Padma quickly mutters an apology and sits right back into his lap, his c**k already waiting for her pointedly. He grabs her below her knees, lifting her entire body into his. He moves around inside her, as if looking for something. All of this maneuvering is rubbing at her control, causing her juice to squirm out, droplets of the glistening pearls dripping against the encrusted gold at her p***y, before dropping down to his pants and the floor.

Eyes watch at her p***y closely as they talk in open, wandering shamelessly to her might as well be naked form. The jewelries hide nothing at all, more like nets of sparkling golden rocks that emphasize her as an object even more.

Finally, after a few minutes, he pulls out; way too quickly for her preference that Padma actually can not contain the protest in her moan this time.

“You’ve ruined my suit, and now you’re going to receive your punishment,” he hisses harshly into her ear, before nipping his teeth at her ear until she bleeds. Padma gasps, surprised by his action. He then pushes her off his lap, making her kneel down in the floor in between her legs, before forcing her to take his gigantic c**k by the mouth. The scents of her asshole and the three men’s musk fill her nostrils, and Padma almost gags at the first try.

She is still not quite that used to giving blowjobs. Her gag-reflex is still strong, but the female tries to perform as best as she can. Her family’s live depends on this.

“Yes, that’s it, slut. Take me in. Take all of me in.”

“f**k, so close! You better take all of me in. If I see even a single drop of my c*m wasted, your ass will get it.” Her walls clench at the mention.

“You’re using her wrong, Hen’Ard. You don’t thread her ass if you want her to cower in fear,” the First Master says.

“What? Are you going to dictate how I f**k a w***e now?” Hen’Ard speaks in his mother-tongue.

“No, I’m just showing you how to use this w***e best,” the First Master replies calmly with the same language, before switching back to her language when he speaks to her. “You do have a younger sister, if I’m not wrong?” This makes her pause. “I wonder how it will turn out to be if I make her join us—”

Before he can even finish his sentence, Padma is already sucking at Hen’Ard’s c**k so bold and passionately in new resolve. The man sucks in his breath in return, overwhelm with how much force she is putting at her mouth, eating him out like he is the best manstick she has ever lay her tongue on.

Padma gets her throat creamed thoroughly when he cums, his d**k spitting out so much semen that she has to work quick if she does not want to displease him. If she does not work fast enough, she will end up getting choked with the goo. And if she does not swallow him clean . . . Just the mere thought of what will happen to her sister sends her into a spiral of dread, and Padma makes sure to work up her throat to maximum; drinking, swallowing and repeat.

The fourth man is much messier compared to the others. He splodges his semen on her, before allowing the rest of it spill on the floor. He is much crueler than the others so far, ordering her to kneel down and lick his c*m clean off the floor with her tongue.

The First Master sends her one sharp look, and that is all it takes for the hesitation to disappear from Padma’s minds. While she is busy flicking her tongue across the ground, the other masters behind her begin to talk about her asshole behind her back, getting a full view to her worn-outness.

And to top it all off, the man presses the sole of his shoe against the back of her head, pushing her further down to the floor. They chuckle disparagingly when she flips into the pool of c*m, making a mess by splashing the liquid everywhere, the semen seeping into her skin.

Padma feels like she is about to cry, but she stuffs all of her emotion in. When dealing with monsters, it is best not to show her humanity — it will be a weakness to possess when facing against beings like them. They are even worse than the beasts that claimed her ass back in the arena. Unlike the three beasts, these guys clearly know what they are doing to her, and they take mental pleasure out of degrading her.

She is a thing, nothing more but an object to ease their release with. And like any other objects, they have no regard to the kind of pain they inflict to her.

This is much worse than back when she was gang-raped in the secret room. Back then, it was too dark to see any of their facial expressions; but now that they are present in this bright room, she can tell how much they are making fun of her.

Aside from threats against the lives of her family, they are also a menace toward her people. They tell her the kind of slavery they will put her people in if she fails to please them. These people hate her guts, and they will do and say anything in order to destroy her. Padma can already feel the strength of their influences on her; starting with how she is willingly accepting their c***s into her, allowing them to drive their length inside her ass regardless of how harsh and violent their thrusting can be. She is too happy to oblige their thirst for the pleasure of her flesh; and it also does not help that her addiction is getting worse.

“What’s wrong, Senator? Cat got your tongue? Or should I say, c**k got your tongue?” he asks mockingly, putting more pressure on his footing. Padma bites back a comeback, not wanting to risk endangering her people. Why can’t they all just f**k her and be done with it?

She thinks that she is all done once she allows these men to take turns indulging themselves inside her ass. Her c*m-leaking ass is the proof of her fulfillment. But they do not seem to be fully satisfied quite yet from just f*****g her in the ass. They need something more exciting. Here they have the most hated woman in the room, and what better ways to elevate the mood aside from tormenting her some more? She had been overstuffed before — for many, many times — and they have even enjoyed her in these one on one sessions. What is there left to try other than more experiments involving her ever stretching asshole?

They ring in a signal, and two female Twi’lek comes rolling in from the room next door. One is purple and bodacious, wearing an extremely revealing b**m leather strips outfit; the other is blue and large, a little bit more on the muscular side.

Padma is completely unaware of what they are planning to do with these newcomers. She is too tired to think at this point. They have used her up to the brink of her stamina level. The female is lying on the floor in the middle of the circle, soaked in all men’s c*m until she is practically buried in it.

Coughin off droplets of c*m, Padma watches as one of the men order them in the Twi’leki language. It is the First Master’s voice, as she later figures out. He sounds so different when he speaks.

The two Twi’lek females must have gotten the orders they need to listen, because they start to approach her lying messed up body, kneeling down to her level; one at her legs and one at her head.

Padma is still too out of it to really register what they are planning to do to her, until one of the Twi’leks, the massively built blue one, begins to grab her legs and part them from behind her. It is when she can feel something thick and tense enters her back entrance that she starts screaming in panic.

“No, stop! Don’t!” she shouts, throat dry, coming back to live.

The blue Twi’lek barks order to the other one, but she fails to understand the meaning, though most probably merely telling the purple one to hold her down, because the next thing she knows, she is wrestling with someone weight on top of her back. Padma tries desperately to free herself, but she is too worn out to fight them all both. Above her, the politicians are laughing at her pathetic attempts.

No, she can not let this happen. This is the last line of her dignity. She will not allow another female to touch her — especially not there. She will fight this through, in her own way, because she knows that if she allows them to touch her, all will be lost. Her resistance is already breaking; she can not allow them any further access into her. Not to damage her pride, or to pleasure her.

These vile men know exactly what they are doing. They know that she is way too tired; her defenses is down, and she will not be able to fight this pleasure they are going to force into her. They will make sure that she enjoys it, before succumbing to it. They will eat up every last bit of the moment, watching her expression closely as the Twi’lek takes her by the ass.

The blue Twi’lek slides her clenched fist into Padma back passage easily. Once they got past the struggling, her hole is actually big enough that the Twi’lek slave has to resort to inserting her other fist inside the human’s ass, just to make sure that she is pleasing the masters. She knows how not to mess with their orders, especially when they can beat her to death for making a mistake or even doing as little mistake as displeasing them.

One arm of the blue Twi’lek’s is already at the size of her thigh. To have two of them buried inside her is supposed to split a normal human female’s ass apart until they bleed to death, but Padma merely grunts, not allowing this bastards to be satisfied watching her in pain and ruin.

The Twi’lek moves inside her, thrusting her fists, delivering powerful punch after punch. Padma bites her bottom lip to stop herself from screaming out loud, even when she desperately wants to. Every fiber of her being is telling her to scream, to keep screaming until her throat becomes dry and torrid. Yet she allows her body to take it all it and contain herself, only allowing sharp heavy breathing to escape her lips when she becomes too beaten.

Little does she know, that being fisted by the blue Twi’lek is the easiest part of this whole thing. They still have another torture device for Padma, and it is in the form of the purple Twi’lek.

Blood and c*m stick to her arms when the blue Twi’lek eventually pulls out her fists. The masters are getting impatient now, clearly not pleased that she was not able to draw out the reactions they want her to. They signal for the purple Twi’lek to begin her work, and Padma can swear that the blue one appears almost sorry for her. But why—?

It is when the purple Twi’lek begins drilling in all kinds of torture toys inside her ass that Padma begins to understand. The purple one, despite her smaller stature, is the most brutal one of them all. The Masters do not wish to get their hands dirty this time around, so they have these two Twi’lek s*x slaves to do the bidding for them. They all look at her with sadistic pleased sneers; which the more she looks at, reminds her more of what she had experienced in the arena. No, this is worst. While the beasts had f****d her so roughly because of the drugs that the ringmaster had pumped up into their bloodstream, the purple Twi’lek is working with precision.

She uses dildos to stick Padma’s ass with, her entire purple arm going in as well. That is how far they have dugged a hole inside her ass. The thrust does not hurt; at least not until the Twi’lek activates the toy, unfolding its sharp barbs which have been hidden inside all along. Padma screams. She screams and screams until her entire lungs burn this time. She begs for them to stop, because she does not think she can survive such pain anymore.

Too bad, they do not wish her dead. No, what they have in store for her is much worse. They want her to live and suffer throughout her whole life, and this is only the beginning.

The men kept watching closely in silent awe as the purple Twi’lek continue working on Padma’s asshole, drilling the sharp barbs in skillful angles that will make the thrusting hurt her the most. The pain is so overwhelming; it’s everywhere and there is no room for her to escape. The Twi’lek fist-f****d her until the pain starts to drown her, so much with the thick clouding senses that her mind twist. In this darkness she calls home, there is only one exit to escape this misery, and that is to accept. And through this acceptance, the pain gradually turns to pleasure, easing her back to life.

A new pool of blood forms from her ass yet again for the numerous time. But this time, Padma already loses it. Instead of cowering from her pain, she thrusts herself into it, confronting it head on. She must have gone crazy to allow such a killing device into her ass willingly. But what else can she do? Besides, it is not like she can bid any better. This is her life now. Pain is her home, and she welcomes it with open arms.

Let these bastards watch her as she transform. Even the purple Twi’lek is caught in surprise when Padma starts accepting her deadly thrusts. No other victim at her receiving end must have done this — the unthinkable.

Dry and worn-out as she might be, her wet juices start flowing again, joining in the pool of blood gathering beneath her. Let them be. Just enjoy this pain. After all, what is the point of escape, when she can not find one?

Stripped bare of the last fragment of her old self, Padma finds her mind slowly melting into nothing.

. . . . .

The men are struck by her performance. The slut lays flat on her own pull of blood and c*m, still breathing, though barely. She has reached the point of no return now.

She has truly become a w***e in every sense now.

Rapturing and echoing, one psycho's laughter tears through the room. Magnificent!

. . . . .

“ Padma the w***e Machine ”

Padma feels sore all over. She had been stuffed inside this piece of container, her mouth stuck to a hole facing outside; her asshole sharing the same fate. She can not move her head nor her ass, since they have attached some sort of devices that prevents her from avoiding the holes.

Cocks slide in and out from both ends, forcing her to take them in without being in the position to do anything about it. She has no right to refuse; she has been reduced to a pleasure relief machine now. No one has any idea what’s inside the machine; they do not know that a real female is actually stuffed inside the container.

They only think that it’s all machine work, hence why they always make sure to line up during break time. The lines can go for miles, but none of the troopers seems to mind waiting in such long lines, considering the effectiveness and satisfaction that being relieved by this machine can bring them.

The piece of machine has two separate holes: one that replicates the ass and one that resembles a mouth. Both are equally of high interest for the troopers. It is their source of s****l relief that they can utilize for free, not having to take the risk of seeking out a real partner. Plus, it is also time saving (excluding the time spent waiting in line). They just stick their c***s in, jab their c***s around a few times — like as if they are f*****g the real deal — and it can even contain and clean up all of their excess c*m thoroughly afterwards.

They have to be honest, the other hole is too loose for their liking, almost clinging baggily around their c***s when they stuff their lengths inside. Good thing the container’s hole is big enough for two or three troopers to go at once, allowing them to fill up the hole well enough to make the tunnel cling a little bit around them — yet it still can not match up to a real tight ass. Well, at least they got the texture right.

There is really no turning back for Padma now. The thought of her husband and children is now long forgotten in her mind. She is way too lost in her lust to care about anything else aside from getting her daily fill. c*m is spilled in large quantity from both ends; from a few liters to a full gallon at every hour or so, and eventually everything is gathering inside her stomach, pumping her stomach up until she is so full. The semen from various men has become her primary source of food, as there is no one or anything else that can feed her while she is stuck in that cramp box.

It does not take long for her body shape to change entirely; from a flawless, slender petite figure that everyone worshiped; reduced to become a slob of chubby c*m bucket.

Padma can not refuse to swallow or take in the c*m that is released in her ass, simply because the system will make her do so, or else she will risk being electrocuted. It is fine to do so once or twice in a while, but she can not keep it up for long. In the end, Padma receives every ounce of c*m that comes her way. Again and again, more and more until that is the only action she can comprehend.

— THE END —