“I will not sign your treaty until I have her head on my desk!” Nute Gunray exclaimed.
“I am a man of my word, Viceroy…”
And with that, Count Dooku closed the coms channel. Nute Gunray sank back in his chair. Dealing with the Sith was challenging enough, but the Viceroy needed assurances that this Naboo queen wouldn’t interfere with the invasion that Dooku had forced them into. It was all very stressful for the leader of the trade federation. Even with their army of battle droids descending onto the planet, he knew that the people of the Naboo would not come quietly, and would continue to put up resistance until their queen surrendered. Looking wistfully out through the transparisteel window out at the stars, he thought back to the good old days, when he and his neimoidian friends would just hang out, bomb cities, and conduct small scale genocides against less sentient beings. Gone were the years he and his pals could masacre a city of Lurmen and just burn the city to the ground to hide the evidence, now there were real consequences to his actions, and he needed to ensure that his trade empire was stable and profitable into the future. Shuffling some information around on his hologram display screen, he tried to get back to work.
—
Queen Amidala was captured. That was the headline that apparently had gotten out to the holonet before Nute Gunray even knew about it. His droids had apparently apprehended the queen and some jedi attempting to flee the city. The B-1 battle droids had functioned surprisingly well, gunning down two full grown jedi and a number of royal security guards before the queen and a few of her handmaidens were eventually apprehended. They had been taken from the royal hanger where she was trying to stage her escape down into the prisons of the Naboo palace, where they were held for a few hours before being transferred directly to the Viceroy’s control ship.
Having just been woken from a mid-morning nap aboard his Lucrehulk command ship, the Viceroy was only learning of this chain of events as part of his lunchtime briefing. Typical B-1s. Handle the capture and imprisonment of one of the most valuable political assets of the century, but then not think it important enough to wake him up and tell him. Ah well. Padme would be presented to him shortly, along with her handmaiden, and it would then be up to him to secure her surrender to legalize his invasion.
And then after that? He would have them as prisoners. They would be of no more use to the trade federation. The queen and her handmaiden could surely “die” in a little staged accident. Send a ship full of droids down to the surface with a bomb on board, have it go off, claim that the Naboo freedom fighters did it, and claim the queen was on the ship when it went down. And he could keep them as prisoners. And his desk could have a new decoration…
The Viceroy’s mind was ripped out of these very pleasing daydreams by a squad of B-1 battle droids at the door.
“Um, sir – we have some prisoners to present to you sir.” the commanding droid informed him.
“Roger roger” the rest of the squad babbled.
“Some prisoners indeed” the Viceroy thought to himself. The queen and her handmaiden Rabé were standing in the palace guard clothing they were wearing when they were captured, looking a little scared at having just seen their entire security detail massacred before their eyes, but very resilient nevertheless.
“Nute Gunray – Your invasion of the planet of Naboo is illegal and will not stand. The senate will hear about this via a special report made on my behalf by Chancellor Velorum himself. Your needless act of aggression has led to the death of thousands of my people, and…”
The Viceroy started to tune her out. He knew what she would say, and he didn’t want to hear it. He considered commanding her to stop, to sign his treaty, to legalize his invasion, but his patience got the better of him. He let her finish her spiel.
“…and thus, we demand that you free all your Naboo prisoners at once, provide us transport to the royal palace, withdraw your droids, and leave our planet in peace.”
“Ahh, now, Queen Amidala – there must simply be a misunderstanding. We do not intend to murder anyone. Our presence on Naboo is purely one of tax collection! The people of the Naboo have a great debt owed to the trade federation, as you are surely aware, that must be paid! Now, if we are to engage in formal negotiations, let us present ourselves properly and not dress like this. Go with your servants, get properly dressed in your royal regalia, and let us negotiate this evening over dinner.”
With that, he waved the battle droids and the prisoners out of the room.
He turned around. He had his plan now fully formed, and just needed to put it into action.
A droid ship was sent down to the capital city that, with the instructions from the handmaiden, was able to fetch all of the royal regalia that the Queen needed to present herself formally in negotiations. (this is the full-length red dress with the elaborate headdress and white makeup that is seen in Episode 1’s palace scenes.)
Once the ship with the dresses got back, Nute had a collection of droids monitor the queen and her servant through a security tape hologram. He would be lying if he said he didn’t watch it too. It was mesmerizing to see the queen strip down out of all of her clothing (there are no bras in space, after all) and then slowly transform into the royal beautiful jewel that the queen was. After watching this transformation, the Viceroy nodded to his droids, who then scuttled off to another part of the ship, intent on their mission.
Once the queen was ready, he opened up a com channel to one of his commanding droids, and asked that the queen be brought before him alone to negotiate. “Roger roger” came the response.
On the holo vid, he saw the queen being led out of the room and down the hallway towards the Viceroy’s chambers. The handmaiden, content with her work of preparing the queen for this negotiation, was sitting back down after the stressful few hours of preparation.
“And have the other prisoner tossed into the gungan pit” Nute continued to his command droid.
“Roger roger!”
Nute watched on a different display as Rabé was pulled up and led out of the prison cell. She was led down a different maze of hallways, before coming to stop in front of a new door.
“And tell her to strip.”
“Roger roger!”
The holovid security footage showed the handmaiden being forced at gunpoint to remove her own clothing in the middle of the hallway, first kicking off her shoes, then pulling off the orange full body gown that covered her, then her tunic-like middle layer of clothing (letting her breasts spill free in the cold, gray, droid-filled hallway), before eventually pulling off her underwear, revealing her pussy to all of the droids watching.
“throw her in!”
“Roger roger!”
The door opened, and the droids pushed her forwards and pushed her over the threshold.
Watching from a new camera angle of the inside room, the Viceroy watched the handmaiden fall a short distance onto the floor of a large room. As she looked around, she realized the predicament of her situation.
While invading the swamps of Naboo, the trade federation found many gungan holdouts to be particularly violent. While many were put to death on the spot, some were taken as live prisoners. These violent gungan war criminals were all being kept in a single pit, so they may exert their energy on killing one another rather than on any droids that happened to come their way while on guard duty. This left a population of violent, radical, cannibal, hungry, horny, male gungans in a single room on the Viceroy’s ship. This is where Rabé now found herself. And remember, “[shaking mouth with spit] ]Brabababbabababa, wesa gungans are nosa being friendbababababababas with thesa naboo!”
—
Amidala’s mouth was agape in shock. She thought she was being brought in to negotiate. She thought that she would be in a state room meeting with Nute Gunray. She thought this was going to be the negotiation and reparations meeting that she had been advocating for.
Instead, she had been led to a small room, with only a holovid across from her, where she saw a perfect body double of herself on the screen. “I am Queen Aadal of the Naboo” the imposter started. “Despite these recent disputes, the trade federation has become a vital member of our planet’s economy. I welcome them, and their droids, to our planet to ensure that their interests are well looked after so that the people of the Naboo can continue to be reliable trading partners with the Trade Federation, and the rest of the wider galactic republic.”
Nute Gunray was very pleased with himself. His droids had done an excellent job transforming the random Naboo prisoner they had found to look just like the queen. They had applied more than just makeup and hair products, going as far as to surgically alter the imposter to look more like the queen. The imposter was of course happy to do this because she was getting paid a healthy sum of money to betray her people, and was being promised transportation to Coruscant for her troubles, away from the war that was tearing her home planet apart. Nute chuckled. Pity he had told the droids to chuck her into the same breeding pit as Rabé once the video had been filmed.
The video finished playing, and Padme stood in a stunned silence.
“So you see now the precarity of your situation, Queen Amidala!” Nute Gunray said from behind her. She jumped, she hadn’t heard him enter the room.
“This is a farce, there is no way the people will stand for this!” the Queen shouted.
“Ahhhhh, no no, too much yelling – This will not do. Droids, gag her, or something.”
A B-1 droid walked up to the Queen. There, in full royal regalia, in a small office of the Viceroy of the trade federation, she had a gag forcibly inserted into her mouth. The straps had to go around her complex hair getup, but eventually the droids figured it out. While one droid was inserting the gag, another also placed binders on her wrists, and, lifting up the hem of her considerable dress, two more placed binders on her ankles as well.
“Lie her down on the gonk droid”
The droids poked Padme forwards with their guns and walked forward to where a droid had just entered the room. She knew what was coming next, but did not know any way out of it. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, in a room full of droids holding guns ready to shoot her, and the Viceroy was already shifting around the lower half of his garments. The droids pushed Padme down onto her back on the gonk. The viceroy lifted the considerable gown around the Queen, revealing first her bound ankles, then knees and thighs, before eventually revealing her bright red royal underwear, complete with a few of the same jewels that were affixed to the hem of her dress. Ripping one of the stones out of the garment, he pocketed it before tearing the rest of the garment away, revealing a small clump of pubic hair covering her pussy. The Queen, struggling against the three different B-1 droids holding her in place, was starting daggers at the Nimordian as he took in the sight. The Queen of the Naboo’s privates revealed on his ship, lying on the back of a gonk droid, exposing herself to him. He quickly dropped his pants to reveal a fully erect green-gray penis which he quickly aligned at the entrance of her vagina.
The queen, he found, had protected her dignity, as a little gush of warmth told him that he was the first being, human or otherwise, to conquer these grounds. He pushed fully into her tight virgin Naboo cunt as she screamed in pain through her gag. Nute smiled, thinking of the opportunity to watch this video again through the recordings of the B-1 droids. She writhed in pain as he continued to force himself into her, finally bottoming out his penis deep into her womb. He then proceeded to thrust in and out of her extremely tight vagina, her silky skin making his own crawl in pleasure at every point they touched. The huge gown definitely got in the way, as the Viceroy really wanted to fondle the Queen’s breasts, but simply grabbing her waist and pushing himself deeply into her, he found himself growing close to a release as his assault on Amidala continued. Realizing he was close to cuming, he quickly pulled out of the queen and spent his load all over the Queen’s beautiful face. His blackish-gray cum streaked her bright white makeup, and he made sure to get some across her hair, right into Padme’s deep brown eyes, and around the corner of her bright red lips.
“Leave her with the interrogation droid the rest of the night. Medium pain setting, no torture objective, and have her dressed and in my chambers tomorrow morning.”
“Roger roger!”
—
The fake video was played all over to the people of Naboo. While some pockets of resistance remained, the main forces laid down their arms. The “ship carrying Queen Amidala back to Naboo” actually *was* shot down by rebel forces, so nothing suspicious to be found there.
And the Viceroy had a new desk made. It had a small circular hole on its surface which fit snugly around Padme’s neck.
He had her installed into his office the following morning, and came to oversee the installation personally. He had half expected her to be screaming and crying in rage after the night spent at the probes of the interrogation droids, but instead Padme clenched her jaw as she had her royal regalia stripped from her, leaving her naked and looking very strange, as her white facial makeup transitioned to her naked shoulders and chest, her nipples standing erect in the cold spaceship.
His droids had learned how to do the queen’s distinctive hair looks, and had them re-do the whole hair-makeup this morning. Those aspects would be critical in making sure she always looked the part of the Queen while captive here. She was forced onto her knees as the desk was rolled forward around her and closed around her neck. The effect was perfect. He had her head on his desk. Getting out his penis, which had been getting hard since she had her royal regalia removed from her, he started to jack himself off onto the queen’s royal face. He wanted to get a blow job, but thought it best to not risk her trying to bite his member off. Best to get an O-ring gag first.
“Roger roger” responded a droid as it trotted off to go find one.
Thinking better of cumming on her face after all the work that went into the makeup, Nute went around to the back of the desk and sat down. “Ah, perfect,” he thought to himself. The queens body was bent backwards so that, while her head sat on the desk, her torso bent around backwards, and her freshly shaved pussy – probably the work of the interrogation droid – was aligned just over his penis when he sat in his chair.
He scooched forward in his chair, which doubled as a small thrust into her body. The queen, he found, was just as warm and tight as she had been last night. He probed forwards and pushed himself all the way in, enjoying the tight Naboo cunt gripping his neimoidian shaft while he rested his elbows on his desk. He held himself there for a minute, savoring the experience of her pussy lips at the base of his shaft, before he pulled out and started thrusting in and out. He continued like this for a few minutes, thoroughly enjoying himself, until he started to feel himself getting ready to cum. Excited, he thrust harder and harder. Padme started to whimper, silent streams of tears falling down her face as she felt the nimordian’s penis stiffen, pause, thrust deep into her womb, and then release, filling her pussy with his gray neimoidian cum.
Padme’s head was now permanently on the Viceroy’s desk. Whenever Gunary met with senior dignitaries from the Separatist Alliance, he was pleased to be able to offer them a blow job from the esteemed and beautiful queen of Naboo. This gift never failed to start negotiations off on the right foot. And while he debated trade terms of agreement, he was able to make use of the rest of her body beneath the desk. He would often probe her pussy while talking to Count Dooku, or ream her ass while in conversation with the leaders of the techno union. She stayed there until the Trade Federation’s Lucrehulk command ship was destroyed by some hot shot star pilot a few years later in the clone wars, where the destroyed ship left no evidence to anything other than droids being aboard. Padme Amidala didn’t die in the explosion, but when scavengers broke into the hold two rotations later, they accidentally drained the ship of oxygen, killing her instantly. They had some fun with her body before continuing on to collect valuable materials from the reactor core.