Padme: Twi'leks' Captive ff/f (sexual)
Prologue
The beautiful Padme Amidala had been on Tatooine to sign a trade agreement for the use of international Mos Eisley materials for Coruscant's starfleet. She was assigned a room in a resort outside of Mos Eisley. This was just another, ordinary meeting and duty as a member of the senate, or so she thought. The night before the international convention was to take place, three anonymous citizens kidnapped Miss Amidala and ransacked her room. They knocked her out with a special gas that was to last a few hours and brought her to Jabba the Hutt's Palace...
Her head was spinning in violent circles. Padme squeezed her eyes open, as she awoke to a blinding light above. After about 30 seconds, she was able to open her eyes all the way, having adjusted to the light. Padme tried to sit up straight, however found that she was almost completely immobile. She peered down to see that she had been tightly secured in hardy, Bantha-leather straps. Her feet were slightly spread apart at the end of the bed-like structure she was laying on, and her wrists were tied together, tightly above her head. She also noticed that she had been stripped down, messily in fact, to just her white bra, and undergarments. Her bare feet were exposed, and she finally regained consciousness.
The room she was in was a rustic, stony one. The walls were cracked and of a cedar red color. There wasn't much appliances except for the extremely soft bed that she was secured to. The door was of thick iron, and looked tightly locked.
Padme was extremely vexed and confused at her situation. Not only was she a primary member of the senate, but she had taken part in the war, and had gotten used to danger. However, given her circumstances, she wasn't quite sure of any way out.
Just then she heard footsteps outside the door. Then the door unlatched and two figures walked into the room.
"Good morning, Princess!" Said the first one
Two Twi'leks walked into the room, wearing nothing but their slave-bikinis and each carrying a silver bag. Their blue skin stood out in the rusty chamber, and their twin tubules protruding from their heads were neatly braided. Padme thought she had smelled a faint perfume upon their entering.
"Why am I here? And who are you two, Mos Eisley hookers?" Snapped Padme, mostly out of fear, and trying to hide it.
The two Twi'leks exchanged peculiar glances.
"No, of course not!" Laughed the Twi'lek with a red band on her wrist.
She walked over to Padme and sat on the bed.
"We are Jabba's slaves, silly! And this, is his grand palace. I'm Oola, and this is Sheya," said Oola pointing to her friend.
Padme looked dumbfounded, and wriggled a bit in her bonds.
"You're here because Master Jabba wants something from you!" Teased Oola.
"What, what does he want!" Asked Padme worryingly.
"Hahahahah you're fun already!," giggled Oola,"he wants you're signature for full rights to the Republic Ship Parts Exchange."
Padme forced a laugh. "No way! Hahahahah."
"We hoped you would use said that," said Sheya, who then locked the door.
"Jabba doesn't take no for an answer, and that's why he sent us, to do his dirty work," explained Sheya.
"If you torture me, it's a national offense to Coruscant's Senate," replied Padme affirmatively,"hurting me could have this entire Palace shut down."
Oola giggled,"Oh Princess, we would never hurt little Padme! We have other methods of getting what we want."
Padme had an uneasy feeling in her stomach, and she tried slightly to escape from her bonds, but to no avail.
Almost as if she had taken a cue from Oola, Sheya walked over towards Miss Amidala's bare feet and stopped. Three...two...one...it began.
Sheya began lightly dragging her finely shaped fingernails along the soles of Padme's feet. Padme immediately resisted a smile that longed to escape her lips. Sheya's touch was very gentle and subtle, which drove the senator mad with an itchy sensation.
"C'mon Princess, all you have to do is sign the treaty," taunted Oola.
Padme had heard enough about signing treaties to last a lifetime, and she didn't respond.
"Tickle tickle tickle princess," feasted Sheya who moved her dainty fingers up to Padme's toes.
The switch to her toes was even more unbearable, as Padme began getting red in the face trying not to laugh.
Oola simply leaned over and stared in Padme's eyes, keenly watching her struggle.
"How does it feel? Does it tickle a bit? All helpless and held down, all there is to do is just let to and have fun hahahahah," giggled Oola.
Padme tried a little harder to keep a straight face, but was failing miserably. Sheya's nails were absolutely torturing Padme's toes, who were begging her to laugh. Sheya's nails then reached Padme's skin that lay hidden underneath her toes. Sheya, realizing she had found a weak point, started scratching intently at that innocent pad of skin.
"Hehehehehehehaaa sttoohahahahhp," giggled Padme as the damn broke.
And once it broke, it didn't stop. Padme began giggling up a storm as Sheya's nimble fingers poked and prodded around her toes.
"That a girl!," taunted Oola,"how's our tickly princess?"
"Hahhahaahahahaaaa pleeeehehehhess," was all Padme could respond with.
Suddenly an electric feeling shot up Padme's feet to her brain and Sheya bent down and let her wet, warm tongue slide up the length of her foot. Padme's giggles reached new heights, as Sheya began nibbling and sucking on her cute, defenseless toes.
Padme had begun sweating, and feebly trying to escape her captors. The toe ticking was unbearable enough, let alone a slippery and salivating tongue to add to her sensitivity.
"That's enough Sheya," commanded Oola, who had been watching intently the entire time.
Padme's hair was matted to her chest, and she was breathing heavily. She flexed he toes, which were now caked in moist spit.
"Now, Senator...are you ready to sign?" Asked Oola.
"I will....never sign, your..treaty," breathed Padme.
"Your choice," winked Oola.
Sheya then walked around to the side of the bed and climbed on top. From there she sat down, straddling Padme's already bound arms.
"Ticklyy tickle Padme!" Whispered Oola.
"Hahahahahahahhahaaaa!" Screamed Padme with uncontrollable mirth.
Instantly Sheya had begun lightly scratching in Padme's sensitive underarms with her long fingernails. All the while, Oola had begun squeezing Padme's ticklish sides with her fast fingers.
"Gitchhhiiiii gitchi goo," taunted Sheya.
Padme was thrashing about in helpless laughter as her captors tickled the life out of her.
"Tickle the widdddle princess!" Said Oola in a baby voice,"Sheya, do you think it's time for the bag?"
Sheya continued tormenting Padme's armpits as she responded,"I think it's the perfect time!@
Oola then reached into the bags and pulled out, to Padme's surprise, two pairs of gloves. The gloves were large, grey, and fluffy beyond reason. As Oola did this, Sheya temporarily ceased the tickling to rip Padme's bra off. If Padme had more energy, she would have fought it.
"What's...the gloves..for," she panted.
"I'm glad you asked," responded Oola,"these are special gloves!"
Oola gave a pair to Sheya who had just exposed Padme's breasts to fresh air.
"They would probably cost around 7,000 of your Republic credits. These are authentic Nexu fur gloves, the fluffiest around. They were tested in Kamino biochemistry laboratories to be the most ticklish fur in his half of the galaxy," explained Oola, who was very informed on the topic.
"Let's test their theory," Sheya said happily.
Once their gloves made contact with Padme's skin, instant hysterics.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAH OOHHhhhaah GOOOOHAHAHAHAHDDD," Padme laughed out loud with ticklish screams.
Sheya had begun rubbing the furry gloves into the sides of Padme's breasts, which were extremely ticklish, while Oola watched in excitement.
"Ohhhh they do look awfully ticklish," teased Oola as she watched tears roll down Padme's fake-happy face.
Oola then began to tear at Padme's white panties. Once they were ripped off, Oola took in a whiff of Padme's sexual scent.
"Mmmmmmm, that smells ticklish," began Oola as she reached down and began wiggling and squeezing Padme's outer lips with the glove.
Padme exploded into a fit of uncontrollable giggles of pleasure and torture.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEEEHEHEHESSSS STOOHAHAHAP!!! I BEEGGGGG YOUUUHOO!" She pleaded.
The fluffy fingers tickling he purely sensitive vagina and the fur that melted into her ticklish armpits was too much to handle. Oola began trying to fit up her furry fingers into Padme's slit. With an abundance of laughter, Padme felt a sudden wave come over her. She screamed out in an ecstasy of laughter as she came all over the fluffy gloves that Oola had so skillfully used.
Sheya and Oola both stopped the torment as they asked Padme one more time to sign the treaty.
Prologue
The beautiful Padme Amidala had been on Tatooine to sign a trade agreement for the use of international Mos Eisley materials for Coruscant's starfleet. She was assigned a room in a resort outside of Mos Eisley. This was just another, ordinary meeting and duty as a member of the senate, or so she thought. The night before the international convention was to take place, three anonymous citizens kidnapped Miss Amidala and ransacked her room. They knocked her out with a special gas that was to last a few hours and brought her to Jabba the Hutt's Palace...
Her head was spinning in violent circles. Padme squeezed her eyes open, as she awoke to a blinding light above. After about 30 seconds, she was able to open her eyes all the way, having adjusted to the light. Padme tried to sit up straight, however found that she was almost completely immobile. She peered down to see that she had been tightly secured in hardy, Bantha-leather straps. Her feet were slightly spread apart at the end of the bed-like structure she was laying on, and her wrists were tied together, tightly above her head. She also noticed that she had been stripped down, messily in fact, to just her white bra, and undergarments. Her bare feet were exposed, and she finally regained consciousness.
The room she was in was a rustic, stony one. The walls were cracked and of a cedar red color. There wasn't much appliances except for the extremely soft bed that she was secured to. The door was of thick iron, and looked tightly locked.
Padme was extremely vexed and confused at her situation. Not only was she a primary member of the senate, but she had taken part in the war, and had gotten used to danger. However, given her circumstances, she wasn't quite sure of any way out.
Just then she heard footsteps outside the door. Then the door unlatched and two figures walked into the room.
"Good morning, Princess!" Said the first one
Two Twi'leks walked into the room, wearing nothing but their slave-bikinis and each carrying a silver bag. Their blue skin stood out in the rusty chamber, and their twin tubules protruding from their heads were neatly braided. Padme thought she had smelled a faint perfume upon their entering.
"Why am I here? And who are you two, Mos Eisley hookers?" Snapped Padme, mostly out of fear, and trying to hide it.
The two Twi'leks exchanged peculiar glances.
"No, of course not!" Laughed the Twi'lek with a red band on her wrist.
She walked over to Padme and sat on the bed.
"We are Jabba's slaves, silly! And this, is his grand palace. I'm Oola, and this is Sheya," said Oola pointing to her friend.
Padme looked dumbfounded, and wriggled a bit in her bonds.
"You're here because Master Jabba wants something from you!" Teased Oola.
"What, what does he want!" Asked Padme worryingly.
"Hahahahah you're fun already!," giggled Oola,"he wants you're signature for full rights to the Republic Ship Parts Exchange."
Padme forced a laugh. "No way! Hahahahah."
"We hoped you would use said that," said Sheya, who then locked the door.
"Jabba doesn't take no for an answer, and that's why he sent us, to do his dirty work," explained Sheya.
"If you torture me, it's a national offense to Coruscant's Senate," replied Padme affirmatively,"hurting me could have this entire Palace shut down."
Oola giggled,"Oh Princess, we would never hurt little Padme! We have other methods of getting what we want."
Padme had an uneasy feeling in her stomach, and she tried slightly to escape from her bonds, but to no avail.
Almost as if she had taken a cue from Oola, Sheya walked over towards Miss Amidala's bare feet and stopped. Three...two...one...it began.
Sheya began lightly dragging her finely shaped fingernails along the soles of Padme's feet. Padme immediately resisted a smile that longed to escape her lips. Sheya's touch was very gentle and subtle, which drove the senator mad with an itchy sensation.
"C'mon Princess, all you have to do is sign the treaty," taunted Oola.
Padme had heard enough about signing treaties to last a lifetime, and she didn't respond.
"Tickle tickle tickle princess," feasted Sheya who moved her dainty fingers up to Padme's toes.
The switch to her toes was even more unbearable, as Padme began getting red in the face trying not to laugh.
Oola simply leaned over and stared in Padme's eyes, keenly watching her struggle.
"How does it feel? Does it tickle a bit? All helpless and held down, all there is to do is just let to and have fun hahahahah," giggled Oola.
Padme tried a little harder to keep a straight face, but was failing miserably. Sheya's nails were absolutely torturing Padme's toes, who were begging her to laugh. Sheya's nails then reached Padme's skin that lay hidden underneath her toes. Sheya, realizing she had found a weak point, started scratching intently at that innocent pad of skin.
"Hehehehehehehaaa sttoohahahahhp," giggled Padme as the damn broke.
And once it broke, it didn't stop. Padme began giggling up a storm as Sheya's nimble fingers poked and prodded around her toes.
"That a girl!," taunted Oola,"how's our tickly princess?"
"Hahhahaahahahaaaa pleeeehehehhess," was all Padme could respond with.
Suddenly an electric feeling shot up Padme's feet to her brain and Sheya bent down and let her wet, warm tongue slide up the length of her foot. Padme's giggles reached new heights, as Sheya began nibbling and sucking on her cute, defenseless toes.
Padme had begun sweating, and feebly trying to escape her captors. The toe ticking was unbearable enough, let alone a slippery and salivating tongue to add to her sensitivity.
"That's enough Sheya," commanded Oola, who had been watching intently the entire time.
Padme's hair was matted to her chest, and she was breathing heavily. She flexed he toes, which were now caked in moist spit.
"Now, Senator...are you ready to sign?" Asked Oola.
"I will....never sign, your..treaty," breathed Padme.
"Your choice," winked Oola.
Sheya then walked around to the side of the bed and climbed on top. From there she sat down, straddling Padme's already bound arms.
"Ticklyy tickle Padme!" Whispered Oola.
"Hahahahahahahhahaaaa!" Screamed Padme with uncontrollable mirth.
Instantly Sheya had begun lightly scratching in Padme's sensitive underarms with her long fingernails. All the while, Oola had begun squeezing Padme's ticklish sides with her fast fingers.
"Gitchhhiiiii gitchi goo," taunted Sheya.
Padme was thrashing about in helpless laughter as her captors tickled the life out of her.
"Tickle the widdddle princess!" Said Oola in a baby voice,"Sheya, do you think it's time for the bag?"
Sheya continued tormenting Padme's armpits as she responded,"I think it's the perfect time!@
Oola then reached into the bags and pulled out, to Padme's surprise, two pairs of gloves. The gloves were large, grey, and fluffy beyond reason. As Oola did this, Sheya temporarily ceased the tickling to rip Padme's bra off. If Padme had more energy, she would have fought it.
"What's...the gloves..for," she panted.
"I'm glad you asked," responded Oola,"these are special gloves!"
Oola gave a pair to Sheya who had just exposed Padme's breasts to fresh air.
"They would probably cost around 7,000 of your Republic credits. These are authentic Nexu fur gloves, the fluffiest around. They were tested in Kamino biochemistry laboratories to be the most ticklish fur in his half of the galaxy," explained Oola, who was very informed on the topic.
"Let's test their theory," Sheya said happily.
Once their gloves made contact with Padme's skin, instant hysterics.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAH OOHHhhhaah GOOOOHAHAHAHAHDDD," Padme laughed out loud with ticklish screams.
Sheya had begun rubbing the furry gloves into the sides of Padme's breasts, which were extremely ticklish, while Oola watched in excitement.
"Ohhhh they do look awfully ticklish," teased Oola as she watched tears roll down Padme's fake-happy face.
Oola then began to tear at Padme's white panties. Once they were ripped off, Oola took in a whiff of Padme's sexual scent.
"Mmmmmmm, that smells ticklish," began Oola as she reached down and began wiggling and squeezing Padme's outer lips with the glove.
Padme exploded into a fit of uncontrollable giggles of pleasure and torture.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEEEHEHEHESSSS STOOHAHAHAP!!! I BEEGGGGG YOUUUHOO!" She pleaded.
The fluffy fingers tickling he purely sensitive vagina and the fur that melted into her ticklish armpits was too much to handle. Oola began trying to fit up her furry fingers into Padme's slit. With an abundance of laughter, Padme felt a sudden wave come over her. She screamed out in an ecstasy of laughter as she came all over the fluffy gloves that Oola had so skillfully used.
Sheya and Oola both stopped the torment as they asked Padme one more time to sign the treaty.
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