Phantom Menace Between the Scenes (All)

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The Queen is Mauled

Queen Amidala managed to treat Jar Jar a couple times every day before they reached Tatooine. She would have liked to stay on the ship when they landed to tend to his needs as well as hers, but since Jar Jar was going with Qui-Gon and Artoo she decided to go along in case his condition worsened. They went into Mos Espa and there Qui-Gon ended up making a crazy deal with a boy to win the parts they needed for their ship in a podrace. As they were about to enter Wat jun junk shop to make the deal, Amidala voiced her concern.
“Are you sure about this? Trusting our fate to a boy we hardly know. The Queen will not approve.”
“The Queen does not need to know,” Qui-Gon replied.
“Well, I don't approve,” she said half to herself.
That evening after they hotteotten Anakin’s podracer working, the queen went out to see if she could find another way to get the parts they needed for their ship. Going from junk yard to junk yard, she got the same answer each time: Republic credits were worthless in this part of the galaxy. As she walked around Mos Espa, she did not see the black probe droid circle around her and follow her.
Darth Maul sat in his ship monitoring the information relayed to him from his probe droids. Something caught his eye and he ran his hands over the panel and peered into the view screen. The image of Amidala walking out of a junk shop filled the screen. From the data he knew she was from Naboo. Since it was unlikely anyone else from Naboo would be on this desolate planet, she was probably with the queen’s party. His prey was close at hand. He looked closer at Amidala. She was young and very attractive. Her brown hair was pulled into a bun on the top of her head. She wore the clothes of a peasant girl, but the loose outfit could not hide the curves of her body. From experience, he could tell that she was a completely mature female. Nice. Very nice. He smiled. This might be more fun than he had anticipated. He sent the probe droid to survey the area. He would find the ideal area to trap his quarry.
It was now dark and the streets were almost empty. Amidala suddenly realized that she had lost track of time in her search for an alternative solution. She walked down a dark alley back toward Anakin’s home. A dark hooded figure appeared in front of her and walked with an air of aggressive confidence toward her. He exuded an almost palpable aura of evil. She looked around and realized the alley was otherwise deserted. She started to turn when he called out.
“Stop.” She unwillingly stopped at the command even though her mind was screaming at her to run.
Darth Maul stalked up to her until he was standing directly in front of her. Amidala was no stranger to fear, but years of training had enabled her to maintain an outwardly appearance of calm, no matter the situation. She looked up at the hooded man and could see his yellow eyes gleaming intensely at her. She shivered involuntarily. Such intensity. Such anger. Such malice.
“What is it you wish?” she asked, trying to keep her voice even and steady.
“Where is your queen?” Darth Maul demanded with his Force enhanced query.
Amidala tried to feign ignorance to his question but when she opened her mouth she answered, “The queen is here.”
“I know she is here, but I want to know exactly where she is.”
Amidala answered again against her will, “She is here.”
Darth Maul was not pleased with the answer he was getting from the queen’s handmaiden. She was obviously not very bright. He grabbed her chin in one hand and with a painful iron grip pulled her face close to his.
“Do not mock me. You would do well to tell me what I want to know. I will ask one more time. Tell me exactly where is Queen Amidala?”
The queen realized that whoever this was was using some type of mind control to get answers from her. He also didn’t realize that it workiorking and that she was telling the truth.
“She is here.”
Darth Maul struck her across the face with his free hand knocking her to her knees. The suddenness and power of the blow took her by surprise.
“You stupid attendant. Does the queen surround herself with idiots like you?”
Darth Maul looked down at the female at his feet. Amidala looked up at him defiantly. Ah, someone with spirit, he thought to himself. That will make it more interesting. He grabbed her jacket by the neck and easily dragged her through an open door into an abandoned warehouse and threw her to the dusty floor. The room was dark, but enough moonlight came in through the skylights to d ill illuminate the place.
"You leave me no choice but to punish you."
Amidala started to get up.
"You have no right..." she started to say when Darth Maul backhanded her. She fell back to the ground.
"I did not give you permission to stand or talk. You will only do what I command you to do."
On one level, Amidala was furious. How dare anyone treat the Queen of Naboo like this? She had never had anyone speak to her in this manner. She was tempted to tell this Darth Maul who she really was, but that would blow her cover and at this time, there was no one to help her out of this position. So she would have to find a way out of this situation on her own. Her mind was constantly working, analyzing details, evaluating options as she had been trained to do her whole life as she was groomed to become queen.
On another level, she was scared. She was young, having lived only fourteen years, though because of the long years on Naboo she was of legal age in the Republic. There were no attendants or guards close by. She was no longer in control. Amidala was so used to being in control, to dominate the activities around her, that she did not know what to do. For the first time, she was being threatened by someone whose power and evil was almost overwhelming her. The only other time she felt such power was in the presence of the Jedi, but this was no Jedi: he was far too evil.
But beneath her fear, she sensed an odd feeling of excitement. A sense of freedom from the constraints her position of authority had placed on her. Every action, every word of hers was scrutinized so much so that she had created a public persona that met the needs of her people and those around her. Even those closest to her only saw this facade. No one knew her true desires and wishes which she kept so hidden and suppressed, that even she was unaware of them. She had become so comfortable with the facade that she had even come to believe that the mask was who she was.
Darth Maul circled her, like a tiger around its prey. He looked down at the queen. It had been a while since he had enjoyed a female. He could feel the familiar stirring in his loins. He was going to enjoy this. There was a scrabbling sound in the back of the room. Darth Maul turned and saw a rodent scurry into a hole in the wall.
Amidala took the opening and bolted for the door. She had only taken a few steps when Darth Maul made a gesture with his hand and a bench flew across the room, knocking the feet out from under Amidala. She flew headfirst into the doorframe. Stunned, she struggled to move, but could not get her body to respond and helplessly watched as Darth Maul walked up to her. She could not see his expression, his face shadowed by his cowl. She cringed, afraid he was going to hit her again. He squatted next to her and almost gently took her chin in his hand and raised it.
“Do not try anything so stupid again. If you just do as I say, you may actually enjoy this.”
He stroked her hair with the back of his hand.
Ama sua suddenly realized that he meant to take her right there in this dusty warehouse. She thought quickly through her options and realized it was hopeless. She had no way to call for help. If she tried to escape again, he would most certainly injure her and he was much too strong to fight. Her only way to survive was to comply with his wishes and to do as he said until an opportunity to escape presented itself. As she made that realization, a certain peace came over her. She knew what her plan of action would be - pure submissiveness and subservience. And she also felt that odd sense of excitement start to rise again. She had never been submissive in her life. This sense of danger and helplessness excited her. It was a chance to experience something she had suppressed for so long, a deep hidden fantasy of being dominated.
“Now, are you ready to do as I say?” Darth Maul demanded.
Amidala hung her head, slumped her shoulders in submission and nodded her head. But inside, she could feel her excitement grow and shivered inwardly with anticipation. She could not let this Darth Maul know how she truly felt.
Darth Maul studied her face. This one was odd. Given the way she had acted previously, he had not expected her to acquiesce so quickly. It seemed her submissiveness was almost an act. No matter. He would enjoy this attractive female on his terms. He stood up.
"Very well. Remove your clothing."
Amidala slowly stood, not sure if Darth Maul would strike her again. When he did nothing, she slowly started to remove her belt and wrist bindings and laid them carefully on the table. She was careful to keep her head bowed in submission as she undressed to avoid provoking him. She pulled the brown dress over her head. Next, she pulled off her boots and socks and black pants leaving only her panties and blue shirt to cover her. She felt a chill as a cold desert night breeze blew through the abandoned warehouse and caressed her bare legs with its icy touch. She glanced up at the hidden face of Darth Maul and could see his eyes peering intensely out of the shadow of the cowl at her body. Amidala became excited at being the center of such intense scrutiny and the cold breeze along with her excitement made her shiver and her nipples stand erect under her loose blue shirt. The desert heat had made wearing a bra too uncomfortable, so she had gone without. She hesitated, but only for a moment, then pulled the shirt over her head revealing her small upturned breasts. Finally, she removed her panties and stood naked in front of Maul, the moonlight shining on her fair white skin. She kept her head low, eyes averted and made no effort to cover herself, offering her body.
Darth Maul felt his pulse quicken as Amidala undressed. He let his eyes roam over her perfectly shaped breasts, the smooth contours of her waist and hip, and down to the neat triangle of hair that covered her womanhood. Though she kept her head down and tried to appear submissive, he could tell she carried herself in an almost regal way by her posture. Obviously, this was not just some handmaiden of the queen. Maybe she was actually a member of the royal family. He could taste her fear, yet he also could feel something else, almost a feeling of eager anticipation beneath the fear. It almost felt like she wanted him to take her. Well, whoever she was, he would introduce her to the dark side of her sexuality.
He walked around behind her and admired the view following the curve of her waist from her chest to her hip and down her shapely thighs. He pulled off his gloves revealing black hands with sharpened nails. He slowly ran a nail from the cleft of her bottom to her neck. Amidala felt a thrill go up her spine and a tingling start in her loins. Abruptly, Darth Maul grabbed her hair and wrenched her backward so that she turned and fell to her knees.
Her face was now at the level of his crotch. Without a word being spoken, she knew what he wanted her to do. She pressed her face into the front of his pants and inhaled, smelling his musky male scent. She could feel his manhood pushing out against his trousers. Using her hands, she searched through the folds of his garments until she found his semi-erect organ. She freed it from its confines and brought it out into the open. Inwardly she gasped with delight. His penis not even fully erect was seven inches long, jet black and covered with a web of veins that gave it a irregular surface. Using her tongue she explored the smooth bulbous head with its wide thick rim, the irregular surface of the shaft and the heavy testicles in their large wrinkled sac. Darth Maul's penis pulsed with a life of its own, growing under her ministrations. She took the throbbing dark flesh in her mouth and could feel it swell even more as it extended a full ten inches. Amidala's sessions with Jar Jar had taught her how to bring about this transformation and she enjoyed the power she had over this.
Darth Maul enjoyed the sensations of her tongue and mouth on his erection, but now that he was completely erect, it was time for him to have fun with his new sex slave. Using both hands to hold the back of her head he shoved his jutting maleness deep into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Amidala gagged, but Darth Maul did not relent, pulling back and thrusting even harder into her mouth without thought to her discomfort.
At first, Amidala tried to move and get away, but the steely grip on the back of her head locked her head in place as he shoved his penis deeper and deeper into her mouth. As he continued to thrust, Amidala got used to his rhythm and timed it so her throat relaxed just as his penis hit the back of her throat so she didn't gag. She found herself getting aroused as she was used purely for Darth Maul's pleasure.
Darth Maul abruptly pulled out of her mouth and pulled her backward by her hair to the edge of a table where fel fell onto her back. He pushed her creamy thighs apart and placed the head of his black tool against the pink opening to her vagina. Without warning he rammed his large pulsing organ deep into the queen's vagina, burying it to the hilt.
Though Amidala was aroused, she was not prepared for the suddenness of his penetration and squealed in pain as his large penis stretched her open and invaded her most intimate place. She felt him plunge his erection deep into her vagina with his first thrust, then slowly almost completely withdraw only to drive his stiff member into her again and again. He brutally plunged into her, pistoning his black rod into her hot tight hole.
Darth Maul felt Amidala’s vaginal walls grip his manhood tightly as he buried it deep inside her. He worked his rigid shaft in her so vigorously that the table shook and Amidala’s breasts bounced back and forth with the same rhythm. He reached down and roughly grabbed one white breast. He enjoyed kneading the softness with his hand. Taking an erect nipple between his fingers he squeezed hard, eliciting a gasp from Amidala. He looked down at her face, her eyes closed tightly, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Her breathing quickened as he continued to pump his throbbing erection into her wet opening.
Amidala felt a mixture of pain and pleasure as Darth Maul tweaked her nipple and the electrical shocks from her nipple ran down to the center of her womanhood. Maul’s large organ filled her like she had never been filled before. She was so aroused and excited, her juices flowed out like a river as Maul continued to drive his black rod in and out of her clenching vagina. The textured surface from the veins on the shaft stimulated her even more. A familiar pressure started to build in her vagina as she thrust her hips up toward Maul, matching his rhythm. She could feel the current of pleasure running from her breasts down to her groin, centered around the thrusting male hardness that filled her womanly void.
Maul saw hhinghinghing quicken even more and realized she was close to having an orgasm. He smiled inwardly. She was already enjoying this way too much. It was not going to take mto lto lead her to the erotic dark side. He would not let her have her release just yet. He pulled out and spun Amidala around so that her head hung backwards over the edge of the table. He leaned forward, his hands using her breasts as handholds to hold her in place as he forced his tool into her open mouth and down her throat. His balls slapped her cheeks as he pumped his penis in and out of her mouth and down her throat.
With her head back, she found she could take his whole length down her throat without gagging. But she needed to release some of theual ual tension that throbbed intensely through her loins. Her hand wandered down her body and she started to rub her clitoris that was now wet with her juices. She started to feel a warm tingle grow and build as she stimulated herself. Darth Maul watched as she masturbated and as she started to get close to her orgasm again, he cruelly twisted her nipples. The pain countered the building waves of pleasure, squelching her orgasm before she could find release. The queen reluctantly pulled her hand away as Darth Maul continued to shove his rigid member into her mouth while playing with her breasts. She now knew that his pleasure was paramount and she would not find any release until he willed it.
Darth Maul could feel the pressure building in his groin as he enjoyed the warmth of Amidala’s mouth, the tightness of her throat around his thick sheath. He ran his taloned hands over the smooth pale skin of his prey’s soft young body. The site of the young nubile female spread out in front of him, her soft breasts bouncing to his animalistic rhythm, her smooth thighs spread apart and wet with her juices, her head arched back to take his whole member in her mouth excited him even more. He pistoned his black rod down her throat and could hold back no longer and erupted, spurting his thick white semen into the queen’s mouth.
Amidala swallowed as fast as she could. The taste was a bit different from Gungun semen, somewhat pungent, but it was still wonderful to her. Only a small amount escaped from her mouth and dribbled down her cheek. His penis was still in her mouth, but surprisingly, it was still just as hard with no sign of shrinking. This was very different from her experience with Jar Jar.
Darth Maul pulled his still erect organ out of her mouth. Now that he was warmed up, it was time for the real fun to begin. He pulled Amidala off the table and pushed her over so that her arms rested on the table. He came up behind her and ran the head of his penis over her wet opening, rubbing it up and down from her clitoris all the way down her crack, spreading her abundant juices.
The young queen moaned as she prepared for him to enter her again. But instead of entering her as she wanted, he rested the black head against her puckered anus and started to push.
“No, please, not there,” Amidala begged as she tried to squirm away from being impaled by this black intruder.
But Darth Maul was silently relentless and pressed even harder against this virginal orifice, stretching it open.
“No, no nooooooooo,” she groaned as she felt the burning pain of her sphincter being dilated by Darth’s thick tool.
He forced the black head into the taut hole relishing the feeling of her muscles constricting tightly around him as he pushed in all the way. He paused, enjoying the feeling of his penis buried deep in her rectum.
Amidala felt as if she had been impaled by a hot black poker and was being torn open. She didn’t know how much of this she could take. But as Darth Maul continued to pull out and plunge back into her tender opening, the initial pain subsided and was replaced with a not unpleasant warmth as she relaxed her sphincter to accommodate him. The sense of fullness was novel to the queen and she found herself enjoying the sensation. The thick rim around the head of Maul’s penis was simultaneously stimulating the queen in a new manner as it rubbed against her g-spot sending waves of pleasure out throughout her body building her up again toward an orgasm. She found herself enjoying being used by Maul and that aroused her further as she pushed back against him.
Darth Maul smiled down at Amidala. She was already enjoying herself. He didn’t have to do anything to seduce her to the darker pleasures. He reached around and roughly grabbed her hanging breasts, painfully squeezing her nipples, enjoying toying with the erect nubs of flesh. He could feel her pushing back against him in sync with his deep thrusts. He enjoyed watching the contrast of his black penis disappearing into the opening between her pale white globes of flesh. He ran his hands over her hips, then slapped one then the other, using enough force to leave a red handprint on each cheek. He continued to slap her bottom hard in time with his thrusts. Once again, the pain distracteidalidala, thwarting her progress toward her orgasm. Darth Maul pounded faster and harder, driving his tool like a jackhammer until he felt his hot seed building up in his balls and then he lunged forward, imbedding himself deep inside her as he spurted out jets of white semen deep in her bowels. He waited until the contractions stopped and then pulled his still erect penis out with a slight pop. Semen oozed out of Amidala’s rectum. Even though it was now cold in the warehouse, they were both sweating and a sheen of perspiration covered Amidala’s skin making it shine in the dim light.
Darth Maul waited. He knew Amidala was extremely edgy with pent up sexual energy and desire. Soon he would have his victory.
After Darth Maul had pulled out, the queen felt a great emptiness and frustration with no release for all of the lustful desires that were coursing through her body. She knew that he was finished with her, and that she could leave if she wanted to. And she also knew that she would have no release unless she completely submitted before her dark lover. Part of her struggled to regain control of her mind, her her dark fantasies pulled at her even more strongly.
“Please,” she said as she remained in position, her head still bent in submission.
Darth Maul stayed silent. Amidala pushed out her bottom toward Maul.
“I need it.”
Still he did nothing.
“Use me for your pleasure in any way you wish. I am yours to command, just put it back in me. I beg you.”
Darth Maul smiled. He placed his rigid rod against her vaginal opening. This was the true test.
“No, not there. Higher.”
Darth Maul knew he had her now. He grabbed her hips and speared her asshole again with his large black organ, burying it into her with one stroke. Amidala gasped with the initial intrusion, but the initial discomfort was replaced with pleasure as he stroked his tool inside of her. Her sphincter gripped his shaft as he repeatedly rammed deep inside of her. The rougher he was, the more excited she became. She found a perverse pleasure in the way he roughly kneaded her breasts, bringing jolts of pain and pleasure as he worked them. She pushed back hard against Maul, moving her pelvis so that his penis massaged her g-spot. The pressure of his manhood rubbing her g-spot sent waves of pleasure building up inside of her and this time Darth Maul continued to pound his black meat into her dark hole until the pleasure built to a crescendo carrying her to the heights of pleasure.
“Yes, yes oh, ah, ah, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she screamed as her body convulsed with the intensity of her tremendous orgasm. She felt ripples of blissful spasms rock her pelvis as the fire of her passion erupted from her loins and joined the electrical jolts from her nipples. The orgasm seemed to peak forever and go on and on.
The sight of the young queen writhing in the throes of her orgasm sent Darth Maul over the edge as her convulsing sphincter spasmed arohis his penis and he once again erupted inside of her, emptying his entire load deep inside of her, adding the his previous deposit. This time, he was finally spent and his erection became flaccid as his balls emptied completely.
He held onto the queen with his penis still imbedded in her rectum and leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You are now mine. When I call, you will obey my every command."
The young queen heard these words as she recovered from the peak of her pleasure and a part of her tried to deny their truth. But as she felt Maul's penis being withdrawn from her rectum, she found herself succumbing to the dark side of her desires and answered, "Yes,... master."