Chapter 4 - Finale

Padmé needed that monastery retreat desperately, and it did her a world of good. A few weeks later, she was back in Coruscant, back in her office. Back in her job. Karegav was a shameful memory that she had put behind herself. It had proved impossible to really clear him from her mind -- if nothing else, he was always going to be a thorn in her side until one of them left the Senate. But she learned to calm herself and rid herself of the lust that plagued her after her failed attempt at outfucking him. To test that theory, she gave the firefighter a second date.

It went better than she could have expected. Padmé actually went to dinner with him, and she enjoyed the sex in a perfectly reasonable way, not comparing him to the unreasonable standard of performance Karegav had proved to be. She didn't even think of the bastard once the entire night. She did have to make it clear to him it was just a hot date and not the start of anything serious -- but that was fine, too. Few people would complain about being a booty call for a celebrity.

If there was any one thing Padmé was proud of about the night, it was that she didn't beg him to fuck her ass or hop on his cock starfish first. Slow, tender missionary with a cock in her pussy seemed like it would have been dead for her after her night with Karegav, but she enjoyed it just as much as she used to.

She didn't dwell on what took place that night, though, instead focusing on the work she did for democracy's sake. Padmé had her libido back in check. Just as she was reaching for a datapad to review her political faction's latest gerrymandering, someone knocked on her door. Lightly, tentatively. "It's unlocked," Padmé called out, glancing up and putting on an affable smile for whomever stood on the other side of it.

She didn't expect Ashlca Whitrich to walk through the door. Though Padmé was surprised, she tried to keep her smile from getting too tense. They still hadn't said a single word to each other since the night of the orgy. "Do you have a minute, Padmé?" she asked with all of her usual cool confidence, closing the door gently behind herself.

Padmé's instincts urged her to say no, but Ashlca had been her friend and closest ally for far too long for her to close her out entirely. She hesitated, then cleared the datapads off her desk and motioned wordlessly for her fellow Senator to take the seat across from her. For a moment, they didn't say anything, simply looking at each other.

Though they were the two youngest female Senators, there were a few vast differences between the two women. The first was their respective ages -- though Ashlca was inarguably young, she was in her early thirties while Padmé was still in her twenties. A bit more mature, but no less beautiful for it. It wasn't rare for them to get mistaken as sisters when they were out together, with their dark hair and similarly-shaded skin. Where Padmé had an undeniably youthful, slim appeal, Ashlca had a fuller figure that Padmé couldn't help be envious of. Always the older sister, and with the tits and ass to prove it. Ashlca's glasses and her no-nonsense braid contrasted Padmé's face and her typical updo.

Those differences continued with their interests and eligibility as bachelorettes (Ashlca had married straight out of school), as well as their personalities. Some of the more crass Senators viewed Padmé as a cold bitch, but that was just the reaction their behavior warranted. Ashlca truly was an ice queen that seemed to scare away even Karegav, which was why it had come to such a shock to her that her married friend was sucking on his cock at the orgy.

Padmé noticed a few things that made her distinctly uncomfortable, reinforcing what her instincts had been shouting for her to do. There was just a slight swell to Ashlca's lips, like they were bruised from hard use. Though Padmé had never seen her with so much as a hair out of place (orgy notwithstanding), a few strayed from the normal perfection of her braid. Her hair had clearly been in worse shape this morning, and had been hastily fixed in a way most people would overlook -- but not Padmé, not after all her training to become a one night escort. Some clients loved that sort of thing, that very slight distressing; the tiny imperfections on what was otherwise a perfect woman.

Clients like Karegav, who loved to take perfect women and break them down into quivering messes. There was more than just those things, of course. Ashlca seemed to be sitting in a very ginger way, like her hips were sore. She was just a hint breathless, her eyes just the slightest bit hazy and out of focus. It became clear to Padmé that she was fresh from someone's cock -- and considering Karegav's office was just down the hall from hers, Padmé doubted it was her husband's.

Just as Padmé was beginning to consider listening to her instincts and sending her on her way, Ashlca spoke, her cool confidence only slightly alleviated by the natural throatiness of her speaking voice. "Padmé, I know what it must have looked like to you, but you need to know that I was on a mission. And now I need your help."

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It was Padmé's third time in the belly of the beast. The first time she visited Karegav's estate, she bought a dress that was far more risque than anything else in her wardrobe. It took her more than a few minutes to get comfortable in it once she was past the front door, and well -- it didn't stay on her all that much longer, once she got down to business. Her second visit, she took the time to pick out an outfit that would match her role as a professional escort. She was immediately comfortable in it once she was past the front door, but it didn't stay on her much longer either.

This time around, she was wearing far less than either of those previous times, and yet it stayed on far longer. To her great surprise, she was immediately comfortable in it. In her own skin, really, considering how little of her body was actually covered. Maybe it was because she didn't pick it herself. In that way, it was impersonal despite the rather intimate view of her body it afforded any wandering eye. The clothes Ashlca provided couldn't be called an outfit or an ensemble; it was a fetish costume, plain and simple. Slave wear. For dancers, perhaps.

Maybe it really was that; not a costume at all but a genuine article. She didn't dare ask Ashlca where it came from. The top piece was barely serviceable as a bra, golden bronze metal bands serving as a flimsy mount for the parts that covered her breasts while providing zero support for them, spreading out from the center of her generous tits and showing off a dangerous amount of side tit. Her arms were left bare but for a cuff around one bicep, and an armlet around the opposite wrist. Ashlca had asked her to put her hair in a braid like her own, an idea Padmé didn't put up much resistance to.

The black leather choker she wore? That was given to her at the door. This time around, the guard at the front door put it on her directly instead of giving her a debaucherous swag bag.

Other than that, both her smooth belly and her graceful back were on full display. The same could be said of her long, lean legs; only the innermost parts of either were hidden. Similar to the top, thin metal bands held her 'bottoms' in part, little more than a partially sheer shimmersilk drape that fell down her front and back, preserving some of her modesty while still hinting at what lay beneath it. Padmé wouldn't have minded a thong or pair of panties under it, but according to Ashlca that was against tonight's dress code. For shoes they both wore heels that matched their skirts.

Padmé glanced up and over at the other senator, who was wearing the same outfit. Most of the women at the party were, with only a handful of men wearing the male equivalent. They were alone, though -- draped on their sides on either end of a curving couch, pulled through the early throes of the orgy to await Karegav himself in a separate room. Like the pleasure slaves they were dressed as. Here, they would put Ashlca's plan into motion.

"Do you really think this will work?" Padmé asked Ashlca softly, reaching down to slip her hand beneath the drape that served for her skirt. Though she wore nothing under it, she did hold something beneath it, carefully squeezed between her thighs to smuggle it past the guards. She drew it out and studied it for what must have been the tenth time; the masculine bracelet matched their outfits to a T with their hue and lustre, fitted with a number of incredibly valuable Krayt dragon pearls. Enough to buy a city, if not a small planet.

"It has to," Ashlca almost purred back at Padmé, traces of excitement in her voice. Padmé glanced at her friend again. Though she still had reservations, she had decided to put her trust in the other Senator. Everything she said had lined up, and the intelligence she seemed to gather all lined up -- she freely told Padmé a number of things that Karegav wouldn't have wanted Padmé to know. The democracy-loving former queen of Naboo decided that the excitement she heard in Ashlca's voice was probably just anxiety, something Padmé could understand.

Surprisingly, Padmé found herself far calmer than she expected to be. Her time at the Jedi monastery had done a great deal to calm her mind; now she was about to find out if her libido would hold up against its ultimate test.

Before Padmé had a chance to tuck the bracelet back away, the door opened and the man of the hour entered at a confident stride. Unsurprisingly, he was already stripped down; most of the people at the orgy would be by this point. She couldn't help but draw in a soft gasp at the sight of him, one mirrored by the other woman on the couch. Bastard or not, Karegav's cock was just as impressive this time as it was the last time that Padmé saw it, enormous and so hard that it pointed up at the ceiling despite its sheer weight. I swear, she thought to herself as she stared at it, that thing defies gravity. It was wet, too, glistening with lube both natural and synthetic, and probably a fair helping of saliva too. He had made sure to enjoy himself at least once or twice before coming to see them. "My fellow Senators," he greeted them with a smirk, coming to stand before the couch. His eyes raked over Ashlca first, then Padmé, goosebumps raising over both their skin at how he took them in. "Thank you for coming tonight. I understand you have something for me - and something you'd like to say?" He turned over his hand, making a beckoning gesture to Ashlca.

"Oh, yes," the voluptuous senator laughed throatily, shifting off her side to begin crawling off the couch and to the floor, unabashedly prowling towards him. "We certainly do, Master," she whispered as she came closer to him, only stopping a few scant inches from him. There, she shifted from her hands and knees to just her knees and gazed up at Karegav. Padmé was glad that she didn't have to see the look on Ashlca's face, even though she knew it was all a ruse, that she was doing this for the same reasons Padmé visited the first party. It was all for democracy's sake.

Once Ashlca was settled, Karegav set his hand on her head and dug his fingers deep into her hair, drawing her closer. Padmé's breath hitched softly as she saw and heard Karegav's cock disappear into Ashlca's mouth and then into her throat. It really was impressive how quickly and pliantly she obeyed him, swallowing his enormous monster of a cock with impressive skill. Of course, Padmé now understood how much training Ashlca put in before beginning her mission to take down Karegav -- far more than the month Padmé did, and she'd been fucking him daily since setting out to start it. She had practice and experience in spades. As he began to use her, her arms went behind her back, one wrist gripping the other to lock her hands in place.

Karegav didn't thrust his hips and Ashlca didn't try to move her head. He simply pushed her head down and pulled it back in rhythm, using the other married senator's face like the personal fuckhole he made her into. "Good girl," Karegav growled down at her quietly, watching her for the first few seconds he abused her throat, before turning his attention over to Padmé.

It took her far too long to realize he was waiting for her to say or do something -- hell, far too long for her to realize she was staring with jealousy. She entered the belly of the beast with a clear head and a calm heart, but now that she was here and facing her fears, she was realizing her time at the monastery might not have been quite as effective as she had hoped it would be. Already, her nipples were getting hard and her pussy was getting wet. If she was being honest with herself, she would have to admit she'd been turned on since she entered the estate. "Well, Padmé?" he finally prompted Padmé, his smirk cutting just a bit wider. "You're welcome to watch, but I don't believe that's why you came here."

She swallowed softly, then lifted the bracelet, taking hold of it in her teeth. Like Ashlca, she crawled off the couch and prowled her way over to her most hated rival. All the things she learned as Réina came flooding back into her body from where she had sectioned them off; if Ashlca prowled like a cougar, Padmé herself moved like a sex kitten, trained to do so in a way that both showed off her body and emphasized its features, in a way that made her look like a horny little minx. It only took her a second to reach Karegav, but it felt far longer. Eventually, she came to her knees beside Ashlca and spared her friend a glance. The powerful woman she knew was gone, replaced by a submissive, sedate and utterly content slut, who couldn't have possibly looked any happier or relaxed to have something practically choking her.

Envy flashed through Padmé's body in a hot wave of arousal, but she quickly reminded herself this was part of the plan. They were going to take advantage of Karegav's debauchery and put an end to his corruption tonight -- and it'd be well worth demeaning themselves before him. And like it or not, they were both going to enjoy the process. There was no denying his skill as a lover. Padmé turned her attention up to the Senator and met his eye, a flush already building on her neck and cheeks. She reached up and gently took the masculine bracelet from her teeth -- a cuff, really. "Master Karegav," she whispered, and again her training as Réina took hold. "I'm so sorry I didn't pay you lip service at the last party you invited me to… and thank you so much for giving me another chance. Will you accept this gift?"

By the way Karegav was gazing down at her, intense and hungry, Padmé never would have guessed he was face-fucking an equally beautiful woman at the same time. "Of course," he replied maginamously, lowering his other hand towards Padmé and turning over his wrist. Her heart beginning to hammer, Padmé lifted the cuff with trembling fingers and clicked it into place around his wrist. Could their plan really work so flawlessly, without him bothering to inspect his new bracelet? Did his greed only see the krayt dragon pearls? She always took him as being more paranoid than that.

For a moment, Padmé's fingers stayed on the bracelet. She stared up at him with slightly widened eyes. Then Padmé remembered herself and drew her digits back, swallowing softly. Karegav smirked and lifted his wrist, turning it one way and then the other to inspect the cuff. "A worthy gift," he murmured, please, before slowly pulling Ashlca's head back and off his cock. The moment the crown of his cock cleared her lips, she gasped breathlessly, almost groaning her disappointment at the loss. "I believe our new little slut has earned the bulk of my attention tonight, pet," Karegav said without giving Ashlca a second look. He didn't give her a chance to finish catching her breath, pushing her head down and pulling it back in. "You'll be playing second fiddle."

"Of course," Ashlca whispered without complaint, not hesitating to press her face in tight between Karegav's thigh and balls, licking and worshipping them with all the love she seemed to have for his cock. For a second and just a second, Padmé's heart panged -- deep down, she would have loved to be in Ashlca's place, once again forced to treat Karegav's balls like they were Naboo's crown jewels, reserved for their once democratically elected Queen.

Just a second, though. It took everything Padmé had inside her not to grin or even laugh as Karegav took hold of her head instead, slowly guiding her head to his cock. For all her horniness, they had done it. The most difficult part of their plan was over, and what remained was almost entirely pleasure. His pleasure, sure, but considering his skill? They were all going to have a good time. Padmé's eyes slowly closed as the tip of his dick came closer and closer to her lips, his familiar scent making her mind heady with arousal, unlike any others. If she was dropped into a room full of naked men with a blindfold, she'd be able to hunt him down on smell and taste alone. "Go on," Karegav ordered her in a low voice. "You've come to pay lip service, haven't you? Prove it to me. Show me how much you want this cock, Padmé Amidala. I want to see the real you, the true you." He wasn't going to fuck her face like he fucked Ashlca's?

She paused, but she didn't hesitate. Padmé took the thick head of his cock past her lips, far larger than any other dick she had ever sucked before. It just felt right in her mouth, as though the last time she had it inside her, it had laid a permanent claim to her; perfectly sized for her and her alone, with just the right texture. She couldn't help but moan at the taste of his skin, somehow made all the sweeter to her by not just Ashlca's saliva coating it but the wetness of another woman's cunt. Padmé could even taste a hint of his cum -- clearly, he had busted a nut deep in whomever he fucked before coming to the two women, and kept fucking her through it. Hell, he probably fucked multiple women before deciding to make the time for them.

Padmé heard him murmur something to Ashlca, but she didn't pay attention as she swallowed him deeper, bringing his mushroom head and the start of his shaft into her throat. He was almost too big for her throat, big enough that her body's first instinct was to panic, but she suppressed it, leaning on the skills she developed on Réina. Inch by inch, he disappeared down her throat, its muscles working in rhythm to swallow him deeper and give his glorious dick what it deserved. The time she spent at the Jedi monastery helped her too, ironically enough. She went there to escape her libido and the addiction she got to his cock after just one night, and ultimately learned how to calm herself enough that she could swallow him down.

All of him. As Réina, she balked at that challenge, but now she was up for it. She was faintly aware of Ashlca pulling off his balls and easing aside to make more room for Padmé as she came closer and closer to kissing the base of his pelvis. The last time she was here, she didn't manage it -- but this time? This time was different. Padmé was determined to blow Karegav's mind, for the sake of their mission.

Just as faintly as she was aware of Ashlca's movements, she heard a little click-clank as something hit the floor. It wasn't enough to make her open her eyes and look towards the source of the sound; someone could start shelling the Estate and she'd still want to keep her throat squeezed tight around Karegav's cock. She understood what it was a moment later, though, when she felt Ashlca's soft, warm breasts squeeze against her back, their stiff nipples like little diamonds pressing into her skin. Padmé reaffirmed her grip on her own wrists and paid her little more mind than that, letting the other female senator remove Padmé's poor excuse for a bra. It fell to the floor with a similar click-clank. Another two quickly followed as Ashlca divested both herself and Padmé of their bottoms, leaving them naked but for their scant jewelry and heels.

Oh, Padmé enjoyed every second she spent with her rival's cock in her throat, but it got better with Ashlca behind her. Once they were both naked, the other female Senator wrapped her arm tight around Padmé's core, squeezing her tightly. Her lips came to Padmé's neck, kissing at its base with sensual fervor. It made a shudder run up Padmé's spine and butterflies rise in her stomach. They hadn't discussed what they would be comfortable doing to each other, but they both knew that Karegav would likely demand they do something to each other. Whatever he said must have been those instructions, and those instructions seemed to go further.

Padmé couldn't help but let out a moan muffled by Karegav's cock as Ashlca's hand dipped between her thighs, finding the former Queen's clit with a woman's ease and beginning to play with it. It was enough to slow Padmé and make her pause in her progress down Karegav's shaft, even though she was almost a hair away from the finish line; Padmé's friend clearly knew what to do with a cock, but she quickly proved equally skilled when it came to approaching a woman's body. Part of Padmé wondered if that was something she was good at before she set out to defeat Karegav -- but she couldn't let herself get distracted. She had to make Karegav cum.

The plan hinged on making him cum!

It was too late for that. Ashlca's hand slipped down from her clit and past her cunt, two fingers steadily working into Padmé's tight little asshole. Her other hand quickly lowered from Padmé's hip to pick up her abandoned clit. Together, it was enough to make Padmé squeal and then cry out around the airway obstruction lodged in her throat, which wasn't about to go any deeper in her state. She was so wound up and warmed up that she was ready to burst the moment that Karegav entered the room; Padmé hadn't cummed since the night before she left for the monastery, not even with the firefighter the previous day.

She tensed up in Ashlca's hold, unconsciously working her hips back against her friend's skilled fingers, unable to keep her focus on Karegav's dick. Just as unconsciously, her head began to slide back up his length, but it seemed as though she had come way too far for Karegav to let her go. Even in her state, she heard his growl keenly as he shoved her head down on his cock, forcing her to swallow that last inch, kissing the very base of his cock. It was too much for Padmé and she couldn't hold back her body's rising panic any longer, but he didn't care, holding her down as she gagged and her throat went wild around him, desperate to get him out.

Overwhelmed between the pleasure and the panic, Padmé's body threw in the towel. Already tense, she found herself coiling up just that little bit more in anticipation. Far too breathless to scream and unlikely to be heard even if she wasn't, she groaned out desperately and opened her eyes, getting one last hazy look at Karegav's smirking face before her orgasm hit and all that pleasure hit her at once, muscles relaxing just as powerfully as they had tensed up. As her eyes closed, her hips continued their mindless work against Ashlca's fingers, riding the wave as long as she possibly could. Her toes curled and her fingers clawed savagely into her wrists.

She didn't notice how her choker tingled at the peak of her orgasm.

In the midst of it all, she felt Karegav's second growl more than she heard it. His cock twitched and pulsed in her throat, spraying rope after rope of his thick, copious load right down into her belly. Another man might have held her there and basked in the glorious afterglow, but that wasn't Karegav. He had restrained himself from fucking her face, clearly wanting to watch his rival demean herself before him. Orgasming broke that restraint; he reaffirmed his grip in her hair and began to work his hips, not unlike Padmé was, but with far more purpose, savage and unrelenting.

Again, the choker tingled.

If it wasn't for Ashlca's presence, Padmé likely would have spilled out on his back from his roughness, but the other Senator supported her weight without complaint, holding her steady and rocking back with each of his thrusts. All the while, her fingers continued to play Padmé's body like a violin. It was an incredible moment, as intense as any one time Karegav fucked Réina, and Padmé quickly found herself cumming again, her head growing increasingly fuzzy from the lack of air she was getting. Karegav seemed to match her orgasm with his own, unbelievably fast after the other -- unfair, she thought dimly to herself.

Again.

It was unfair he could cum without that damn refractory period, but it didn't matter. She almost laughed in delirious pleasure around his cock, victory just as sweet a taste in his mouth as his cock and as her orgasm. Even in her state, she couldn't help but think back to what led to this moment.

"Padmé, I know what it must have looked like to you, but you need to know that I was on a mission. And now I need your help."

"... Go on," Padmé said reluctantly, but she gave Ashlca her full attention as she began to explain how her plan had come together. Karegav had invited her and her husband to one of his orgies, and Ashlca came up with the genius idea to try and steal proof of his corruption from his office. She had to fuck Karegav to do it, but do it she did. Unfortunately, he had a message ready for her the next morning, laying out how she could go public -- but then he'd ruin her career, and that of her husband, by releasing his secret recordings.

It was an uncomfortably familiar story. Since then, Ashlca and her husband had been humouring Karegav's every whim -- but with the intention of finding something they could use to beat him at his own game. "This," Ashlca said quietly as she put the handsome bracelet on the desk before Padmé, "contains one of the bastard's favourite toys. We stole the tech from one of his parties and put it into something that suits his tastes. Every time the person wearing this cums, their personality becomes a little more obedient. Submissive. If we can get it on him, we can make him resign and turn himself in. We can beat him -- but I think he's onto me. If you do it, though--"

That sort of technology was highly illegal, and it was highly undemocratic. But if Padmé had learned one thing recently, it was that what mattered to her most was the spirit of a law, not the letter of it. "I'll help you," Padmé said without too much preamble, unwilling to let this opportunity slip through her fingers.

Again and again and again and again. The choker was almost vibrating, but Padmé couldn't feel it. The sensation simply bled into her orgasms and became part of them.

In the midst of all their shared orgasms, Padmé realized now that despite all the pretty lies she had told herself, she was just happy to take the excuse to return to Karegav's cock. The monastery had only created the illusion of calmness and a tamed libido; she was still just as horny as him as she was before. How many more times did Karegav cum in her? How many more times did Ashlca make her cum? It didn't matter. He was sure to be broken. When he finally pulled out of Padmé's throat, the former queen sank back against Ashlca and panted like a bitch in heat, beyond breathless and yet hungry for more, even if her body couldn't act on those urges.

Padmé didn't open her eyes, and the moment she trusted herself to speak, she whispered to Ashlca, feeling beyond jubilant in her basking afterglow. "We did it, Ash. We won," she said hoarsely, her throat raw from the savage fucking it endured. "We beat him."

"Yeah," Ashlca whispered back, dreamily. Padmé could hear the smile in Ash's voice, and though there was something off about her voice, Padmé couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. "We did." The other senator cleared her throat softly, kissed Padmé's neck one more time, then spoke up at Karegav. "What would you like to do now, Sir?"

Why is she keeping up the facade? Padmé asked herself, dim-witted, unable to realize what should have been slowly dawning on her. What she should have suspected immediately. She opened her eyes and gazed up at Karegav longingly, her attention split between his handsome face and his gorgeous cock. She could have laid there forever looking at his smirk, or imagining all the things he could do to her with his amazing dick; she understood why Ashlca treated his cock like it was coated in candy.

"Well," Karegav mused as he absently rubbed a cramp out of his fingers. "You're certainly owed a reward for your good work," he told Ashlca, who perked up noticeably with the words. "But I feel we should save that for later, for when I can give you the attention you deserve for being such an obedient little slut. For now, I think we need to reintroduce Padmé to the rest of the guests. What do you think, 'Réina'?" Karegav asked, his gaze meeting Padmé's directly.

"Oh," Padmé whispered softly, her eyes widening. He knew? Did he know when he booked her or when he was fucking Réina, or did he just learn Réina's body so well that he figured it out while he was fucking her throat? She didn't ask, though she longed to. "Of course, Sir," she said, though she didn't understand why. Did Ashlca want to wait until the perfect moment to reveal Karegav's corruption? Yes, she rationalized. I guess I should have asked her some more questions about the plan. Oh well.

It was completely unthinkable to Padmé that Ashlca had betrayed her -- that the tech that was supposedly in the handsome, extravagant bracelet was actually in the chokers they both wore; the chokers that so many of the guests wore.

"Good girl," Karegav said, smirking cruelly. "Come here," he bid her as he stepped over to a chest in one corner of the room. Padmé started to rise to her feet, elegant and graceful as ever, but Ashlca grabbed her wrist and put her palm to the ground, making it clear what she was supposed to do instead. First smiling her cum-drunk appreciation to her sister in sexual slavery, Padmé then crawled over and held obediently still as their Master prepared her for her debut, locking a pair of far too pretty stun cuffs around her wrists and attaching a leash to her collar. "On your feet, now," he ordered her, waving for Ashlca to join them.

"Yes, sir," Padmé murmured, slowly getting her still weak-kneed legs up and under her. She followed after him obediently with Ashlca trailing a step behind them, their heels a matching sharp click on the floor. For the time being, her thoughts of victory left her; for now, she needed to focus on the plan. And at some point, she'd hopefully get a moment to ask Ashlca about the rest of the plan, like for how long they would let this go on.

He led them down a short hall and then into a lavish side chamber. There, they stepped past a gauzy curtain to come out on the second floor balcony that overlooked the estate's atrium and ballroom. "Ladies and gentlemen," he boomed out, drawing the eyes of so many celebrities, ultra-wealthy leaders of industries and powerful politicians to where he stood. A sharp tug on her leash had Padmé stepping up right beside him. Though she couldn't help but blush under all the wide eyes looking at her naked body, she felt no urge to cover herself. She was where she was supposed to be, doing what she was supposed to be: with her Master, obeying him.

"I'm pleased to announce that Senator Amidala and I have reconciled our differences," Karegav explained, gesturing aside at his new slut. Laughter bubbled up in the room below them. Padmé glanced at Ashlca unsurely and only found the other female Senator smiling, adoring eyes stuck on Karegav's face. Between the laughter and the look on Ashlca's features, Padmé soon found herself smiling as well. Even from a distance, she looked the part of a happy little slut to the party's guests, sodden wet below and thoroughly fucked up top. "Working together, the two of us will ensure the continued prosperity of our respective planets -- and, I'm confident we'll lead the rest of the galaxy into a new golden age. Do you have anything you would like to say, Senator Amidala?"

Padmé blinked, but something did quickly come to mind. She took another step forward, and then Karegav gave her leash a short tug that brought her to stand right before him, still facing the crowd. Though she paused with uncertainty and glanced back at him, he gave her a little nod of encouragement that urged her on to continue. She put her trust in him. After all, he was her Master, at least until Ashlca decided it was time to end the charade.

"We should all work together to-- ack!" Padmé was just as gifted an orator as Karegav, even if her throat still sounded like a giant chicken had run wild across her throat (which, to be fair, one had). There was no elegant way for her to react to Karegav bending down and hoisting her up, holding her tight against his chest. That would have been one thing on its own, but he didn't squeeze her arms tight; he took her by the knees and splayed them wide open, ensuring everyone below them could get a clear look at Padmé's swollen pussy. Inside, her quim was still twitching with the occasional aftershock from her chain of orgasms.

"Go on," Karegav whispered as he held her up. Out of the corner of her eye, Padmé could see Ashlca lower into a crouch. She couldn't see her grab their Master's enormous cock and quickly lube it up, but she could hear the little squirt of the bottle Ashlca used -- where it came from, Padmé didn't dare guess. As it dawned on her what was about to happen, the former queen's heart began to race with anticipation, pounding away in her chest. The heady pleasure she expected made it increasingly difficult for her to focus, let alone figure out what she wanted to say.

"I--" Padmé whispered first, before the words came to her. It wasn't what she was planning to say, but it was what her Master wanted, she was sure. "I'm going to get my ass fucked now, for democracy's sake!" she cried out to the crowd, and they erupted with both laughter and applause. Karegav chuckled too, but only briefly. Ashlca guided his cock to Padmé's waiting asshole, and then he impaled her with a savage thrust. Padmé cried out again immediately like the little slut her misadventures had turned her into, her body tensing up and releasing in an instant.

Hundreds of people she had worked so very hard to impress and compromise with watched as she surrendered completely to Karegav, her cry building into an ongoing wail of pleasure as he wasted no time in pounding her ass in earnest. Beneath them, Ashlca hugged herself close to one of their Master's legs and began to worship his balls, blissful and in her own little world despite what was going on just overhead.

"For democracy's sake!" someone called out below the balcony, a cry that others around the room took up until they were chanting it over and over again, filling Padmé with another kind of joy that almost surpassed what she got out of her assfucking. The next time she managed to open her eyes and gazed down at them through the tears of pleasure she had yet to shed, she saw no shortage of men and women alike in their slave costumes being used like she was. Female masters rode their slave's cocks with just as much enthusiasm as the male masters reamed their female slave's asses.

Despite all their differences, everyone in the room had come together. It had to be the most beautiful sight Padmé ever saw. As she began to cum again on Karegav's cock, she began sobbing in both joy and sheer bliss, spasming in his hold, beyond touch by what they had accomplished together.

This was the democracy she was looking for all along.

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