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The Chancellor's Hand (Star Wars)
🕑 Added 2017-04-28 19:00:00 +0000 UTC Weekly Patron Prompt #6Themes: Master/Slave, Consensual, Dom/Sub
Word Count: 2,436
Summary: Darth Sidious has been Chancellor for a few years now when his most loyal servant makes a strong semi-lateral career move. His Hand, Padme Amidalla, is no longer Queen of Naboo, but she has managed to maneuver herself into the position of Senator to their mutual home planet. To celebrate this victory, the Supreme Chancellor invites the newest Senator to his office to 'congratulate' her personally.
The Chancellor's Hand
Sheev Palpatine, Supreme Chancellor of the Republic as well as Darth Sidious, Dark Lord of the Sith, sat in his chair and meditated on the dark side of the Force. His plans were all back on track after the unexpected death of his apprentice at the hands of that Jedi Padawan, and the highly improbable piloting abilities of the young Skywalker. Years later, he’d recovered from the set back that such things had posed and had rearranged things so that his will could be carried out.
Now, one of his new plans was finally coming to fruition. Queen Padme Amidala had stepped down from her throne and ran for Senate to replace the bumbling fool that Palpatine had left his position to when he ascended to the Chancellorship years before. She was coming here now in fact for a little private chat with him. It was perhaps not customary for new Senators to get face time with the Chancellor so easily, but Padme had always been the exception to the norm and there were allowances to be made for the new Senator of his home planet.
No one would question it, in the end. And that’s what truly mattered. If Padme Amidala was to play the part in his future plans that he wished for her, no one could question anything. A light on his desk suddenly blinked and a chime sounded, breaking the Sith Lord from his meditation. Reaching out, he pressed the button and spoke in a kind tone.
“Yes? What is it?”
His receptionist’s voice spoke up, the young girl still nervous in her new job. But that was to be expected was it now? As a latent force sensitive, the woman would begin to feel something off after spending time in his presence. That was why he’d chosen her in the first place.
“Uh, S-Supreme Chancellor, sir! The Senator of N-Naboo is here to see you!”
He smiled at that, a wide toothy grin spreading across his face.
“Good, very good. Send her in my dear, right away.”
“Y-yes sir!”
The Chancellor rose from his seat as the door to his office hissed open and Padme Amidala stepped through. She was not dressed in an elaborate dress though; instead she was wearing a dark tunic and matching leggings. The clothing choice conformed nicely to her lithe dancer’s body, while at the same time appearing conservative enough to entice but not to scandalize. Men would feel ashamed for objectifying her, while women would be jealous yet respectful.
She smiled upon seeing his face.
“Supreme Chancellor, it is good to see you.”
He stepped forward and gave her a quick hug as well as a peck on either cheek.
“My dear Senator, you as well. It warms my heart to see one such as you filling the seat I left vacant. We both know the man who replaced me was not quite up to the task of securing our planet’s place in this ever changing Galaxy.”
Then, the door behind her slid shut and they could both drop their masks. In the utter privacy of his office, Palpatine let his kind fatherly façade fade away, replaced by the darkness that lived ever present within him. At the same exact time, Padme slid back fluidly and fell to her knees, bowing down with her hands before her until her brow touched the back of them, and then sliding up with her back perfectly straight.
“Master. Your will has been done and my mission is accomplished. I now hold the office of Senator to carry out your directives, and none are the wiser.”
The smile that grew across the Sith’s face was sinister in its entirety as he reached out and placed his hand atop the head of his most loyal pet.
“My darling Hand. As always, you have impressed me. I would reward you for your exemplary service my dear.”
Padme looked up at her Master, the man who had raised and groomed her as the perfect assassin among many other things and smiled at him coyly.
“All that I need as a reward is the opportunity to serve you further Master.”
He looked at her for a long moment before smirking ever so slightly.
“Then proceed, my dutiful hand.”
At the order, Padme quickly leaned forward, her hands coming up to part his robes and undo the belt holding his pants up. The nubile young woman licked her lips as she pulled his length from its confines, her soft palms shifting over his shaft as she quickly woke his prick up from its slumber with her ministrations. The Sith Lord watched as his pet enthusiastically jerked him off.
Padme Amidala, or Padme Naberrie as she’d been born, had been one of the few times that Palpatine had listened to the Force instead of bending it to his will. He’d been visiting with a class full of younglings on Naboo when the Force had whispered to him as his eyes passed over her. This one, it had said. This one will be important. She hadn’t seemed like much at the time, but when Padme placed her lips over his cock and began to suck him off in the present; Palpatine was reminded that looks could be deceiving.
He’d taken the girl under his wing. Publicly, Padme had become his pupil, his protégé. Privately, she’d become whatever he needed. By the time the girl was ten, she’d poisoned a man for him. By the age of twelve she was capable of taking someone’s head off with a blaster from a hundred yards. And at the age of fourteen, she’d ascended to the throne of Naboo, elected to be their Queen with his help and guidance.
All for his own plans of course, despite the fact that ultimately, Padme’s position as Queen had not been enough to carry the day, not after the death of Darth Maul and the Trade Federation’s Droid Control Ship. But he had not blamed the girl, and in the end his kind words had done nothing but increase the broken girl’s loyalty to him. Now here she was five years later as Senator at the young age of nineteen.
It was to be admired, but all Palpatine could focus on was the young girl’s cocksucking skills, which frankly, were to be admired as well. He had started her courtesan training at age fifteen, only a year after the events of Naboo, but now she was a master in the art. A beautiful enthusiastic seductress, Palpatine had found a lustful monster locked within Padme’s petite frame when he’d introduced the young woman to sex.
She’d seen it as a chance to be closer to him, as far as he could tell. He’d encouraged that line of thinking, and now the girl was completely enamored with his cock, almost as in love with the thing as she was with him. Speaking of which, he was getting closer now, but he was far from done with his Hand.
The hand he had resting atop her head suddenly curled into Padme’s brunette hair tightly and pulled her back. His hard length, covered in her saliva, slipped out of her mouth with a pop and she looked up at him questioningly. He didn’t give her a verbal answer though, instead he took hold of her body with the force and stepped back from her, releasing her physically but gripping her fast with his mind.
Slowly, his hand rose from her knees not of her own free will, shivering in his grasp, but not in fear. No, instead all Palpatine saw in the newly elected Senator’s eyes was excitement and anticipation as he slowly worked the dark side of the force over her body. Then, he pulled her forward. Padme came easily, not exactly resisting as he brought her across the room in his mental grip and bent her over the front of his desk without laying a finger on her.
The beautiful Nubian moaned wantonly and wiggled her pert behind back in his direction as best she could. The little slut loved it when he handled her this way, but Palpatine was feeling a bit cruel today and so before he approached her, he gripped at her leggings with his mind and tore them clean off of her body, exposing long slender legs, a firm tight ass, and dripping pussy lips clad only in tasteful black panties.
Padme gasped as he did so, his loyal servant moaning at the rough play. She didn’t comment on the fact that he’d just made it impossible for her to leave the way she’d come in, especially when he reached for her undergarments in the same way and tore them off of her. They spun around her body before pushing into her open waiting mouth, effectively gagging the girl as he finally stepped up to her and placed his hands on her suddenly naked ass.
Padme let out a muffled moan at that, but the Dark Lord of the Sith was more focused on her lower lips than her upper as he slowly guided his cock head up into her, an appreciative groan escaping his lips as her tight hot depths enveloped him, his shaft spreading her pussy lips wide as he sheathed himself inside his most loyal servant.
“As tight as ever Senator. We’re going to be having lots of meetings like this one, I can tell already.”
Padme moaned an affirmative sound from around her improvised gag that was cut off by a muffled yelp as he began to thrust into her from behind with real force. Her petite frame slid against the desk with each thrust as he smacked her ass with his hands, alternating between groping and kneeing her pert posterior and spanking it, all the while his cock burying itself deep in her welcoming cunt over and over again.
The gag’s purpose became clear a moment later when Padme began to cry out from his thrusting. His beautiful young Hand was a bit of a screamer, something Palpatine knew quite well by this point. As he fucked her over the desk, the new Senator from Naboo got more and more vocal in her pleasured screaming, until Palpatine had to reach out with the Force and cut her off right as the gag fell out of her mouth.
Padme choked as he fucked her from behind, her hands clawing at the desk beneath her, but never going up to try and claw uselessly at her neck as many others might. But then, as her pussy flexed and tightened rhythmically around his shaft, Palpatine knew that was because his lovely young pet actually enjoyed the light strangulation.
It was never enough to actually hurt her anyways. The power of the Force meant that the Sith could constrict her airways just enough to keep her in that blissful state at the edge of awareness and unconsciousness for as long as he liked and she’d be fine in the end. His hands grabbed hold of her hips as her body shook, her voice quiet except for the slight choking sounds she was making.
Palpatine began to drive into the cunt of the beautiful woman beneath him harder than before, thrusting erratically with wild abandon. His peak was coming, and the man grunted as he pulled free of his slave’s pussy right as he started to cum. In the same moment, he released his mental hold on her throat. His seed splattered across her naked ass as well as the back of her tunic. Some of it even hit her hair as Padme lay her head down on his desk, exhausted but breathing steadily.
“Up.”
The single word jolted the young woman into action and soon his dutiful hand stood before him at attention, her lower half completely naked with her tunic and hair disheveled by relatively intact. She looked down at herself for a moment before looking to her master with a bit of a rueful smile.
“Master… I am no longer quite as presentable as I was when I entered.”
Palpatine chuckled at that, even as he stepped away from her, moving back around his desk and sitting back in his comfortable chair.
“Indeed you are not. But that is fine, for I have no intention of letting you leave quite yet my dear Senator. Come here, and I shall show you where you shall be… working for the rest of the day.”
His Hand did as she was told immediately, coming around the desk. He smirked and nodded to under his desk and she obeyed instantly. The beautiful young woman who had been Queen of an entire world and now represented that planet in the Galactic Senate crawled on all fours under the desk of the Supreme Chancellor and knelt between his legs, taking his soft cock in her mouth and sucking at it dutifully as he slid forward and brought himself up flush with his desk.
Being Chancellor was not all fun and games after all, and despite being a Dark Lord of the Sith, Palpatine still had to do paperwork. According to his schedule, he had only fifteen minutes until his next meeting with another Senator. This one was from Alderaan, and Palpatine was sure the man, Bail Organa, had some sort of complaint about the way Palpatine was doing his job. Ever since he’d beaten Organa in the emergency election after Valorum’s ouster, the other man had been trying to undermine him.
Luckily, he’d have something to distract him during that headache of a meeting. His beautiful Hand’s skilled tongue was already getting him hard again, but Padme knew better than to bring him to completion without his permission. She would keep him on the edge of release for however long he wished, feeding the dark side within him with lust, passion, and frustration until he was fit to burst. It was the perfect thing for focusing his mind into a needlepoint and helping him to reach clarity through the shadows that his power cast upon everything around him.
Plus, it would be enjoyable to bring up the young woman’s appointment to Bail, while she knelt under his desk dutifully blowing him. He could already hear the Alderaanian man’s words of praise for his little pet. Bail Organa would have nothing but respect and admiration for Padme Amidala after her tenure as Queen and the unsuccessful invasion of the Trade Federation.
Darth Sidious would take great pleasure in forcing his hard cock down her throat while he and her listened to Bail extol her virtues.
