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GALACTIC SENATE BUILDING - CORUSCANT - 19 BBY
3 YEARS AFTER GEONOSIS
Scout didn't like the situation one bit. Born Tallisibeth Enwandung-Estherhazy on Vorzyd V, she had earned her nickname for her dedication to detail, looking at the mission from every possible angle before committing. She didn't do it to be difficult, but as a Jedi Padawan with almost no telekinetic ability she had to play every sabaac card she had, which in her line of work meant training her young body to physical perfection, mastering the art of lightsaber dueling, and always being smarter than the next girl.
Which was why she was poured into a borrowed dress short enough to be illegal in certain municipalities, perky breasts jiggling and stiletto-heeled ankle boots clicking as she hurried to keep up with the handmaidens leading the way down the Republic's hallowed halls of justice. Much had changed in the six months since her secret mission to Vjun with Grandmaster Yoda. For one, her best friend and lover Serra Keto had taken her as an apprentice, ending her fear that the High Council would banish her to the Agricultural Corps. For another, there were the constant rumors of an impending sneak attack on Coruscant itself, forcing the Supreme Chancellor to station clone troopers on every corner. Even politicians weren't safe, and when Aayla Secura learned of a plot to kidnap Senator Padmé Amidala, she quickly determined only a Jedi could bait that trap and get out in one piece.
"Milady," a Twi'lek said in passing, bowing his head respectfully.
"Senator, a pleasure to see you well again," a human said, his eyes openly exploring her slender figure and long pale legs.
She was a dozen years Amidala's junior, with vibrant red locks and bright green eyes, but nobody seemed to notice, a testament to the Senator's legendary sense of style. Even the towering Gungan staring down at her from swaying eyestalks didn't seem to notice, and he was from the woman's home planet!
"Kunta!" he spat.
Aghast, Scout turned to watch him go, feeling his rage even in the Force. "
What
did he say?" she asked in a clipped Coruscanti accent while the handmaidens shared a knowing glance.
"Better you don't know," Motée said. Amidala's senior attendant, she was younger than Scout but mature beyond her years.
Scout lifted her chin, trying to look regal while pretending not to notice the sexual tension between her and the servant. Her libido had always been infamous, but since returning from Vjun, where she had personally dueled Count Dooku, she had become something of a role model around the Temple. A little decorum was expected.
"Don't worry," Ellé said. "Aliens usually can't tell us apart; not even Gungans. Just do like Padmé and you'll be fine."
Scout raised a thin eyebrow. "You mean act like an insufferable hypocrite while spreading my legs for anything that moves?"
Motée chuckled then quickly put a hand over her mouth. Ellé's cheeks reddened.
"Exactly," they said together.
"I should have brought a shiv," Scout muttered, desperately missing her lightsaber. She was a skilled martial artist confident she could hold her own against most opponents, but she was still a Jedi, and a Jedi's weapon was her life.
"Padmé never carries a weapon," Motée added. "If they detected one, they would know you weren't her."
They stopped outside the Gungan delegation's assembly room. Scout swallowed nervously, remembering Motée's suspicion that if an attack came it would be from Naboo's indigenous aliens, whose grievances with the former Queen were nearly as old as Scout.
"Um, what if they want sex?"
"That's why we're here," Ellé said. "Just give the order and we'll take over."
"But--" Motée said.
"But
what
?"
Ellé shrugged. "It's tradition for Naboo's representative to...
absorb
Gungan essence as a sign of friendship."
Scout frowned. "You don't mean--?"
"Suck his cock and swallow his load? Yes," Motée said.
"And
who
started this tradition?"
"Padmé," both handmaidens said.
"You don't have to, of course," Ellé said, "but Padmé would. And you should know that if you don't, it could lead to war between our species and the death of many good women. Many
beautiful
women."
Scout stared. "And neither of you thought I should know this beforehand?"
Ellé smirked. "We thought it would be more fun this way."
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UNKNOWN FACILITY
Looks could be deceptive.
Medium height, with lanky limbs and a slender figure, she was virtually indistinguishable from every other teenage slut in the district, but behind the pretty face and air of youthful innocence was the soul of a warrior--a fire that had kept her going after the death of two Masters, and kept her training even when the High Council had lost all faith in her.
That same fire pulled her back to consciousness, green eyes slowly opening, slowly focusing, while the pain and discomfort of being alive came rushing back. Lifting her head, she found herself naked on a cold permacrete floor in a puddle of her own stale piss, her wrists stun-cuffed in front of her. Her red hair was still done up in the Mid Rim fashion, matching the red blaster burn between her milky breasts where the Gungan traitor had stunned her point blank. She smelled like sweat and old perfume.
She sat up with a gasp, and found herself in a large gray room with curved walls that looked like a torture chamber right out of a horrorvid, the walls covered in sperm, excrement, and blood. There appeared to be only one exit, and high above her head she heard the muffled thumps of current music. A sex club, maybe, but definitely not in the Senate District. She knew that area like the inside of Olee Starstone's vagina.
Wincing, she looked down at her dainty wrists and tried to unlock her cuffs with the Force--only to whimper and quickly abandon the idea, which probably wouldn't have worked anyway. Her vision was fuzzy and her thoughts muddled, and even on a good day her Force connection was spotty at best.
The door opened, revealing several towering figures. Scout scrambled to her knees, her long legs like jelly.
"Where's Motée?" she growled, her vision slowly focusing to reveal a tall battle-scarred Gungan with a noticeable bulge in his pants. "I demand to see her!"
Kleef guffawed, Jar Jar Binks' former head of security too stupid to notice she looked nothing like Amidala. "Yousa whore is safe, little Queenie. For da moment."
The other Gungans chuckled, circling around her. As tall as Kleef but not as scarred, they had bill-shaped mouths, long fin-like ears, and big yellow frogeyes rising out of their heads. In short, they were hideous looking, but it was their lack of attire that put a lump in Scout's throat, the creatures wearing nothing but loincloths, their lean amphibious bodies gleaming in the unnaturally humid room. Mouth dry, pussy wet, she turned her attention back to Kleef, trying to stay calm while in the corners of her vision she watched them free their cartoonishly large members and begin stroking them to full hardness.
She was suddenly very aware of how naked she was.
"Don't do this Kleef! Whatever they're paying you, I'll triple it!"
She struggled to her feet but was quickly knocked back to her knees, her jiggling tits making her captors shudder and their cocks jerk. She had only a passing familiarity with Naboo's politics, not nearly enough to know how the real Amidala would handle this, if she even could. Thirteen years ago the Senator had earned the nickname
Slut of Naboo
after being raped by Gungans, but based on what Scout had seen in Verité's hololibrary she hadn't exactly been an unwilling participant.
Kleef laughed while two underlings grabbed her arms, holding her firmly in place while a third took her by her luxurious red locks and yanked her head back, making her sneer.
"Take it then, Gungan! Take my slut mouth and shoot your tadpoles all over my face! It won't make any difference! I'll still be human and you'll be nothing more than a two-bit Gungan thug!"
As if he needed any incentive, stomping over and taking her by her ginger head. Scout groaned at his roughness, small pink nipples hardening, pussy quivering. She didn't resist when her hands were placed over his bulge, stun-cuffs clinking as she gently rubbed him. She quickly convinced herself this was how Amidala would have handled the situation--the little space hamster in her girl brain
always
running--and with a wicked grin she tugged his trousers to his knees, freeing his rigid prick. It was by far the biggest dick she had ever personally seen, her jaw dropping, her eyes widening. Even on Geonosis she hadn't encountered a cock so long, so thick, so virile!