For Democracy's Sake

I'm forgetting something.

Oh, right.

The entire basis for her plan. "Let's not forget the collar," she whispered, stroking his cock to full hardness as they paced forward. "I bet it'll look great." He looked at her and raised his eyebrows, then smirked and reached back to grab her bag. They continued inside and he poured it out on Karegav's desk, grabbing the pink collar out of the cornucopia of lewd paraphernalia.

Now that it was out of the bag, Padmé noticed the magnetic grav-clip that secured it and the little clock that displayed how much time was remaining until it popped off -- a few hours past midnight. The poor body guard was going to have a hard time explaining what happened if Karegav or anyone else needed to visit the office before she left.

Before she realized what he was doing, he pressed it up to her throat and the collar quickly locked into place with a soft click. Padmé's eyes widened, and she realized her mistake immediately. She probably should have clarified that it would look great on him, not her. With the timed lock, it wasn't about to come off her any time soon.

She fucked up.

"It looks fucking fantastic, kitten," he murmured to her, running his powerful hand down from her now collared neck to her chest. "And now I'm gonna give you a night that you won't ever forget." With an almost absurd delicacy, he tugged her dress a bit here and a bit there, letting Padmé's perky and proud tits breathe free of the dress, her stiff nipples begging for attention. "You got any limits?"

Padmé froze up, mind racing. Two options laid before her. She could try to talk her way through this, but she didn't think there was any way to get control of the situation again without arousing his suspicion. The other option wasn't fighting her way out, but rather adapting, going along with the situation until an opportunity presented itself. And, well, probably getting fucked in the process.

Easy choice considering how horny she was. Padmé smiled up at him, face flushing, and gave a demure shake of her head as he played with her breasts and tweaked one of her sensitive nipples. "I'm all yours," she whispered. He grinned back at her, then grabbed at her dress and gave a sharp pull, a hard contrast to his previous delicacy, immediately tearing and ruining the top half of the garment.

It made her eyes flare wide open, her gasp almost comically delayed. By the time it left her lips, he yanked again, this time straight down the bottom half. A simple pull afterwards had the dress Padmé meant to burn falling to the floor, leaving her in just her heels and her soaked thong. "I'll pay for that," he assured her, grabbing hold of her hips and smoothly sliding around behind her.

Padmé sincerely doubted he could, but she didn't tell him that. She closed her eyes, briefly regretted her inability to be far more specific with this man, then pitched her voice to a sultry purr. "You'd better. You break it, you buy it, big guy." Lower yet she added, "And you'd better get on to breaking me." Jaiedd chuckled at her, then guided her forward, pushing her forward to bend over Karegav's stately desk, not stopping until her back arched and her breasts were pushed down against the smooth, polished wood, her ass thrust out.

He slapped that tempting target again. Padmé didn't bother trying to suppress her moan, feeling increasingly eager for some taste of his cock, whether that was in her mouth or in her pussy. "Fully intend to," he rumbled down at her, stepping around the side of the desk. "Stay still, uh-- what's your name?" he paused, giving Padmé an appreciative once-over before reaching for some of the rope looted from the bag.

"Pad--" Padmé began to answer, before hastily rethinking her honesty. Did she really want this guy to know her name? He could do anything to her right now and she'd be fine with it, but come tomorrow she was pretty sure she would feel differently. "Padillé." Not the sexiest of names, but it would do. He grabbed her wrists and tied each to the far corner of the desk, the rope looping down its legs. She tugged against them. They were knotted tight, and they would keep her arms stretched taut.

"Well, Padillé," he rumbled as he stepped back behind her, once again cracking her across the ass, this time hard enough to make her yelp. "You can call me 'sir'." He peeled her sodden, thong down her thighs, leaving it stretched behind her knees. As he rose, his hand delved between her spread legs, testing that ample wetness for himself. "Someone needs a good, hard fuck, don't they?" he teased her, leaning over her body and bringing his damp fingers up to her mouth. Padmé closed her eyes, but opened her lips obediently as his digits pressed at her mouth. He didn't need to tell her what he wanted her to do. She suckled his fingers, licking her cunt's wetness off his fingers.

She enjoyed the taste far, far more than she wanted to admit. Just as she was getting into it, his hand cracked down across her ass once more and jolted her against the desk. Jaiedd sank his fingers into her bottom, waiting until she moaned around his fingers before repeating himself. "Come on, Padillé, my little slut," he all but growled in her ear. "Tell me who needs a good, hard fuck already. Don't be shy about it." He curled his fingers, pressing them against her tongue and making it impossible for her to speak an intelligible word.

Maybe that was the point.

She opened her warm brown eyes, increasingly hazy and unfocused, unable to look anywhere but forward. The only thing in that direction was the big bay window she was so certain she would escape through. Even though that seemed increasingly unlikely, she found it hard to care. "Pallmmmmph mmphhhh," she groaned out as best she could, not even getting halfway through the question before she felt it.

The tip, the tip, his glorious tip. His fingers withdrew from her mouth as he began to push his thick cock into her wet little pussy. "Oh, fuck," Padmé hissed as he stretched her out in ways she hadn't been stretched in a long time, her slick hole twitching as though enthusiastically greeting the intruder. One of Jaiedd's large hands curled into her hair, quickly ruining her updo. She didn't mourn its loss and didn't think twice about him pushing her face forward, turning her head and pinning her cheek against the desk. "S-sir," she gasped out, her voice heady. "Your cock is-- it feels so damn good, sir."

"Damn right it is," Jaiedd chortled, working all but the last inch of his cock into her. Padmé couldn't help but close her eyes and bite down on her bottom lip, toes curling against the soles of her high-heeled shoes. Tied as she was, she had limited mobility. Her hands weren't going anywhere -- curling her nails into her palms were the extent of her freedom there. And bent over the desk, she wasn't about to escape his cock. Not that she'd ever think of it. She wanted more of him, even though he was dangerously close to hitting proverbial rock bottom inside her.

There was one thing she could still do, and it didn't require much thought out of her. Throwing aside the fact she was once a queen, she pushed her hips back against his, squeezing him in just that little bit more inside her. As he basked in her cunt's nubile tightness, she rolled her hips, working him around and stirring up her cunt, moaning out like a wanton whore all throughout.

Padmé heard him grab something off the desk, but she didn't pay any mind to that. She didn't pay any mind to the sound of him squeezing something out of a small bottle, either. If she was less focused on his cock and more focused on the situation at hand, she probably would have wondered why he wasn't fucking her right into the desk. It couldn't have just been because of how sweet her cunt was this was, letting her work him about inside her.

Then she felt another small tip, though not at her pussy. "Oh, fuck," she whispered, right before he began to ease the lubed up plug into her unprotected asshole, utterly unprepared but not at all unwilling. Padmé's breathing hitched and she squirmed back as the plug opened her hole wider and wider until its stopper came into play. "H-how'd you know?" she tried to ask Jaiedd, though her words came out on the back of a mewling moan.

Padmé's love of anal was her little secret, one she was afraid of getting out and tarnishing her name far worse than any little sex scandal. That was why it had been so long since she last got laid, and she hadn't had anything in her ass since well before her last roll in the sack. Jaiedd just laughed at her, slapping her ass and grabbing her hips. "You've just got that hoity-toity 'stick up her arse' look, bitch," he told her, pulling back until his cock had all but left her cunt, its inner lips gripping desperately at its crown, then rammed back in, timing his thrust with another harsh slap across her ass.

It left her all too aware of the toy filling her ass. She was sure her cheeks were going to be stinging for days to come with the way he seemed to love spanking her. After that spank, he didn't let up on the sharp cracks, raining open-handed blows on either half of her ass with every other thrust of his cock, his balls slapping against her wet mound as he pounded into her with unrelenting force.

"Oh, fuck," Padmé bit out again, each thrust bumping her thighs right into the edge of the desk and sending wild shocks through her body. "Fuck, Jaiedd, just like that," she cried out hoarsely, wishing she could do something. She wanted to turn and scratch at his body, pound her fists on the desk, lock her legs around him and keep him buried deep inside her -- something, anything. But it wasn't happening.

Being on bottom was new for her, and she was finding she enjoyed it far more than she would have imagined. Jaiedd grunted, burying himself balls deep in Padmé and pausing, readjusting his grip in her hair. "Did I tell you my name?" he asked, making the woman beneath him freeze up for a moment. He just told her to call him 'sir', didn't she? She just fucked up big time. Then he snorted, laughed and resumed his thrusting into her slick hole, "Fuckin' name tags. I swear."

Padmé hadn't even noticed he was wearing one. Who the fuck gives bodyguards name tags? Maybe it wasn't a bad idea at an orgy. Either way, she had lucked out. Her lewd moans began to taper off into a keening noise as the pleasure building in her built towards a crescendo, her legs beginning to shake and quiver spastically. More and more, she relied on the sturdy desk to hold her up, and for Jaiedd's rough thrusting to prop her back up against it each time her legs began to flag.

She bit down savagely on her bottom lip and squeezed her eyes shut. "I-I'm going to--" she began, only to cut off and groan in frustration as she felt Jaiedd begin to pull out of her again. The former queen released her lip quickly, the words pouring out of her unprompted. "Please, sir, don't--"

He released Padmé's hair just long enough to give her a sharp little slap against her cheek, shutting her up before he pushed her head back down against the desk again. "You're gonna wait like a good little slut and take it, yeah. That's right," he growled, leaving his cock just inside of her. Padmé groaned her misery, the noise only heightening as he grabbed the base of her buttplug and began to pull it out, stretching nature's unintended hole out wide once more.

Jaiedd tossed it aside carelessly once it popped free of Padmé's ass. She heard it clatter somewhere, and a thought immediately leaped to her mind, inappropriate and awful. Wouldn't it be something if Karegav found it later? Oh, Padmé could picture his expression clearly in her mind, his arrogant face contorting in agitation. She couldn't help the breathless, slightly hoarse giggle that left her throat, carrying her through the wretched sadness that was Jaiedd pulling out entirely.

"Fuck!" Padmé squealed out suddenly as the bodyguard switched tracks, ramming his cock right into her gaped asshole, his balls once again giving a wet slap against her cunt. "Oh, fuck," she cried out, louder and louder as he began to wildly fuck her ass, spanking set and holding her head down set aside entirely in favor of gripping her hips all throughout. "Ffffuuck, just like that!" She was getting so close again, so quickly, and her ass burned in the best way possible.

Able to move something again, Padmé lifted her head, glazed eyes staring forward, almost unseeing. It was a miracle that she spotted the small safe to the left of the bay window, built into a bookcase. Its door was left slightly open. Unlocked. Could Karegav possibly be that sloppy?

This was it. She was going to come. Between his cock in her ass and his balls slapping her cunt, she was right there. She screamed out freely, knowing her voice would just be one of many being so lewd in the manor. Every muscle in her body tensed up. Padmé closed her eyes -- and then Jaiedd thrust one more time, balls deep in her asshole, and growled as he shot his load deep inside her, rope after rope coating her ass' inner walls. Once she was full of his warm, thick sperm, he slapped her ass one more time, laughed and began to pull out.

"You're fuckin' great, babe," he told her as he dug his fingers once more into the enticing bubble of her ass. "Just give me a minute and we'll get to round two." It was the worst thing she had ever heard.

Padmé opened her eyes, and groaned her tense muscles beginning to relax. She didn't get there. A level of clarity returned to her lust-hazed mind. This was going to be her one chance to fulfill her objective. She wasn't here for dick, she was here for democracy's sake. Once again, her womanly needs were going to take a back seat for the sake of the galaxy. "Yeah," she said, voice raw and thick. "Think you could untie me so I could stretch a bit? And maybe get a girl some water?"

"Sure," he told her, hitting her ass again. Padmé was lucky that he was -- well, reasonable. She expected a lot worse from Karegav's hires. He stepped around and released her arms from the ropes, taking a step back. Slowly, she pushed off the desk and rubbed at her wrists. "I'll just be a minute. Don't go anywhere, hey?" he told her, before lumbering out.

Padmé drew in a deep breath, knowing she didn't have much time. She took a survey of the room and what was in it. It would be great if she could get dressed, but even if she had the time for it, the dress was ruined. The senator didn't even bother pulling her thong back up right away. As it just so happened, the butt plug fell fairly close to the desk.

She worked that back in before pulling them up, sealing Jaiedd's cum in her ass and giving her something to look forward to later. On wobbly legs, she grabbed the bag she had been given, now empty, and went over to the safe, stuffing it full of the safe's contents. Something in there would be what she needed. It had to be, or she might as well just stay and wait for Jaiedd to come back and give her the orgasm she desperately craved.

By the time Karegav's bodyguard returned with a bottle of water and a mid-fuck snack for Padmé, she was nowhere to be seen. She was off on another adventure -- trying to figure out how the fuck she was going to get home without someone snapping a candid picture of Naboo's senator wobbling around in nothing but a thong and heels, her ass already bruising.

You know, for democracy's sake.