Submissive Negotiations (Star Wars Padme x Jabba Commission) (excerpt - An Ally)

To say that Padme Amidala was angry that day would be putting it mildly. The young senator from Naboo had survived an assassination attempt, and still found herself shaken up by the experience. A senator protocol droid, NON-3, had escorted her and her disguised handmaiden Cordé down to the lower levels of the senate building which had been scheduled for demolition, with the obvious intention of having them both killed in the blast. Their quick thinking and the intervention of Bail Organa had saved them both from a grisly fate.

The droid had undoubtedly been reprogrammed and sent on this task by Nute Gunray, the viceroy of the Trade Federation. Their affinity for droids and Gunray’s animosity toward Padme as a result of his failed occupation of Naboo both pointed to him being the culprit. This had not been the Neimoidian’s first move against her, and she doubted it would be the last.

Padme sat in her quarters whilst sipping a glass of Chandrilan wine, stewing over the recent events. She knew it was beneath her in this line of business to form personal grudges against political opponents. If she had blown her top any time someone of the opposition said or did something offensive toward her while she had been queen of Naboo, she would not have lasted long.

But Nute Gunray was a different matter entirely. This was no disagreement on policy or a petty sleight. He and his Trade Federation had invaded her home planet, brought suffering to her people, and had now tried to kill her more than once. If this was personal, it was because Gunray himself had made it so.

And she was not just shaken up by the fact that she had almost died at the hands of Nute Gunray, again. This was compounded by the news that his fourth trial in the supreme court had ended in acquittal. This infuriated her more than the failed assassination attempt had. Four years and four trials, and Nute Gunray was walking free, keeping all of his assets, titles and authority. After everything he’d done, all the crimes he had committed against Naboo and against her personally, she would not let this injustice stand. She couldn’t.

With Nute Gunray still running amok, it would only be a matter of time before he attempted something even more brazen. What if he built up his droid armies again to attempt another invasion? He could eventually strike anywhere, and the Republic and the Jedi did not seem to be in a position to stop him. She had trusted in the system to bring him to justice and incarcerate him. But since that was no longer an option, she would have to take matters into her own hands, however she could.

Padme sat up from her armchair, walking over to her long-range communicator. After keying in several codes and coordinates, the communicator thrummed to life. “Sabe? Do you read me?”

After several seconds of static, Padme received a response. “Padme?”

Padme smiled at the sound of her closest friend and handmaiden’s voice. “It’s good to hear from you, Sabe. Do you have a moment to talk?”

“Yes…yes I am alone right now,” Sabe replied. “Has there been any word?”

Padme sighed. “Yes. Acquitted.” She nearly spat the word due to the sheer distaste in saying it.

“That’s unacceptable,” Sabe said, unable to contain the ire in her voice. Though she had been acting as a decoy in her place at the time, she had seen Nute’s crimes firsthand four years ago. She understood the need to bring the viceroy to justice more than anyone else Padme knew. “Is there anything the Chancellor can do?”

Padme rubbed her temples. “No…I don’t think so. For him to veto a court decision would be an abuse of his power, especially if it is done in the interest of his home planet. It would look like favoritism.”

“But Gunray cannot get away with this!” Sabe argued.

“No…no he cannot,” Padme said resolutely. “That’s why I wanted to contact you. Have you had any luck in your efforts?”

“Yes, I have. I managed to make contact.”

“And? What do you do there?”

“I’m posing as a dancer,” Sabe explained.

Padme was surprised to hear this, perking up immediately. “A d- dancer? And you are doing well there? You’ve not been…mistreated? I’ve heard stories, rumors, Sabe…”

“It’s alright, Padme. I’m doing quite well, in fact. I’ve not been mistreated. The palace can have rough guests here, naturally, but Jabba the Hutt does not abuse those who serve him without reason. And so far I have given him no reason to distrust me.”

Padme gave a sigh of relief. “Well…that is good to hear. Jabba the Hutt is a dangerous gangster. I could never live with myself if anything happened to you…”

“I’m fine, Padme. I promise. And if the Republic and Jedi cannot do anything to stop Nute Gunray, Jabba the Hutt may be one of the only ones with the resources to do something about it.”

Padme sighed. “I don’t like this one bit, but you may be right.” She paced around her penthouse, thinking for several moments. “We will not ask too much of him. And I do not wish to spark all out war with the Trade Federation. I will wait for Gunray to slip up and show his hand, but I want to ensure that we have a means to oppose him when he does.”

“Alright. What should I do?” Sabe asked.

Padme rubbed her hands together. “It’s time we lay our cards on the table to Jabba, but we need to tread carefully here. We need something from him, but we cannot appear desperate.”

“Understood. When I meet with him, I will simply tell him you wish to make him an offer. I will do my best to find out what he wants in return, and report back to you soon.”

Padme nodded, smiling. “Thank you, Sabe. And please…stay safe.”

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“I will, Padme,” Sabe said, deactivating her comm device. The brunette human woman smiled. “Did you hear all of that?”

“I did. You did well, my beauty.” Jabba the Hutt’s voice echoed through his private chamber, where he was alone with his most recent dancer.

Sabe smiled, fluttering her eyelashes up at the immense slug-like hutt. “Thank you, master.”

The crime lord of Tatooine thought back to when he’d first discovered the identity of his new dancer. Sabe - or Carla, as she had called herself at the time - had infiltrated his palace several weeks prior. He had to credit the girl for her efforts; she had duped him, his majordomo and the rest of his palace cohorts at first. Given that she had ample experience in deception as a former queen’s decoy, it came as little surprise that she had managed to infiltrate his organization like she had.

But Jabba was no fool, and this had not been the first time he had been infiltrated. Someone like him did not get to where he was now without being cautious. He vetted and looked into all of his associates now, after centuries of dealing with potential traitors and backstabbers. Especially unfamiliar newcomers like “Carla.” He used his contacts to investigate her supposed background as that of a farmer’s daughter whose family was slaughtered by Tusken Raiders and she had no other means of making a living besides dancing in seedy taverns, eventually working her way here.

It was a clever story; the sole survivor of a massacred family meant that there would conveniently be nobody she knew personally who could corroborate it or deny it. Aside from the Tuskens themselves of course, and they were not exactly a forthcoming people. And there were enough incidents with Tuskens on Tatooine that it could easily be true. However, upon taking the time to thoroughly investigate, his contacts had never heard of a dancer named Carla who fit the girl’s description. And he had contacts in every seedy bar and cantina on Tatooine since they all paid tribute to him.

Upon discovering that she was not who she claimed to be, Jabba did not immediately feed her to his rancor, even if he easily could have. Instead, he wished to know who she was, and who she worked for. To his surprise, she was rather candid about her loyalties. The fact that Sabe was the handmaiden of Senator - formerly Queen - Amidala very much intrigued him. As did the fact that they did not wish to undermine him, but form an alliance with him against the Trade Federation.

Jabba had kept up with the invasion of Naboo four years ago and the subsequent Republic trials that had been held against him in the years since. The pieces fit together quite easily at that point, and he had no reason to doubt the truth of what she’d told him. He already had a good idea of exactly what he wanted from the young Senator, in exchange for his services. He merely needed to get Padme Amidala to agree to his terms, when she met with him.

Luckily, he now had the perfect ally to make that happen for him.

“I think I am going to reward you for playing your part so well, my pretty little handmaiden. Would you like that?” Jabba asked with a mischievous smile stretching across his corpulent face.

Sabe blushed, biting her lip. Already the thought of what he would do to her was making her moist between her legs, as it had many times over the past couple weeks. “Yes…I would like that, Master Jabba.”

He smiled, his tail swaying playfully back and forth on his platform. “Good. Then climb atop me.”

Sabe nodded, all too eager to oblige. She climbed atop his slimy, bloated green and tan bulk. She gasped when the hutt could no longer keep his hands to himself. His pudgy fingers gripped her bum, giving each of her cheeks an ample squeeze. Without any preamble, his fingers went to her sheer maroon loincloth, unclasping it and tossing it aside. He licked his lips with his massive tongue as he saw the familiar sight of her pretty little shaved pink pussy again. In the dim light of his private chamber, he could see that she was dripping wet. These past weeks, the Naboo handmaiden had become quite receptive to him. He only hoped that her royal mistress would be equally receptive.

Using one hand to hold her by her bum, he used the other to rub his pudgy pointer finger over her puffy pink slit, delighting in how slick she was. “You Naboo girls get so wet, so easily.” He brought his finger up to his face, seeing that it was glistening with her juices. He dipped his finger into his mouth, sucking her juice clean. “And so delicious.”