The Senator’s Downfall (Star Wars)

The Senator’s Downfall (Star Wars)

A/N: The Senator's Downfall was a commissioned one shot originally written in March of this year. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!

Summary: Senator Amidala has survived every assassination attempt made on her. So perhaps it's time to try something a bit more... subtle.

Themes: Mind Break, Breeding, Master/Slave, NTR

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Not for the first time in the last several weeks, Senator Padme Amidala lets out a strangled groan as she studies the datapad in front of her. Or rather, tries to study it. Even as she stares down at the words on the pad, her vision swims and a splitting headache causes her to rub her forehead as she whimpers. Why was this so hard? Fuck, she just needed to get through these last few pages before the Senate met tomorrow, but she couldn't get through a single sentence!

"Senator... don't you think it's time for a break?"

Far from jumping in her chair as the deep, husky tones of her Senatorial Aide fill her ears and his hands fall upon her slight shoulders, the Senator from Naboo lets out a low sigh... and relaxes into his hold. She knew she shouldn't, that it was in some small way a betrayal of her secret marriage to Anakin, but... she can't help herself. Lucien has been quite the Force-sent source of assistance, these past few months since she'd hired him on. And these past few weeks... well, they'd been getting closer and closer, hadn't they?

The young man, a Nabooian like Padme herself, had come highly recommended by the current Queen of Naboo, her successor and the one who appointed Padme to the position of Senator in the first place. He was an incredibly competent aide, and honestly, Padme wasn't sure what she would have done without him. With the Clone Wars in full swing, none of her Senatorial Aides had lasted longer than a few months in the position, mostly because of just how dangerous her life had proven to become.

She was a firebrand sort of politician. Always had been, and always would be. The attempts on her life had been taking place long before the Clone Wars started in earnest and had only gotten worse in the time since. Of course, Padme supposed it hadn't helped that she was constantly putting herself in harm's way. But one did not go about helping set the galaxy back to rights by staying behind a desk on Coruscant.

... Unfortunately, these past few months she had been forced to stay planet-side. There was just too much to do, and she could no longer ignore her duties here on Coruscant. Fortunately, this seemed to have the added effect of lessening the attempts on her life. Indeed, the past few months had actually been surprisingly quiet in that regard, resulting in Lucien being her longest lasting Senatorial Aide to date. With no one trying to kill her, there'd been no one to scare him away.

"... You're right, Lucien. Of course. Thank you. Tea, please?"

"Of course, Senator."

As soon as she asks, he brings forth a cup of steaming tea, perfectly prepared to Padme's specifications. He'd had it ready for her, always preempting her requests, always knowing exactly what she wanted at any given time. Except... well, Padme bites her lower lip and hides her flush behind the tea cup as she sips from it greedily. If Lucien truly knew what she wanted from him... he'd likely run for the hills or file a harassment case against her.

It was shameful. Embarrassing. Humiliating, even. But Padme... had been struggling with feelings for her Senatorial Aide for the past few weeks, and she didn't know what to do about them. After all, not only was she a Senator, and he her employee, but she was also a married woman! She loved Anakin with all her heart, truly she did... and yet... and yet...

Padme sighs, a sort of weight lifting off her shoulders as she sips from the tea that Lucien has prepared for her. At the same time, his hands have not actually left her shoulders, nor has she asked him to remove them. Her aide has gotten a bit more... touchy feely in recent weeks, but Padme doesn't mind. In fact, she's encouraged it, much to her eternal mortification.

"Would the Senator appreciate a shoulder massage? You seem quite tense, ma'am."

Lucien's silken tones buffet Padme's good sense. She knows she should refuse, but seeing how she'd invited this kind of behavior in the first place, she couldn't very well reprimand him now, could she? And... more than that...

"Yes, please. G-Go ahead."

Immediately, Lucien gets to work on massaging her shoulders and it takes all of Padme's willpower not to moan in pleasure as her body threatens to melt into a puddle in her chair. He's just so good with his hands. And never, not once, has he used them on her for anything too inappropriate, nothing beyond the shoulder massage... and yet, Padme has found herself fantasizing about him doing so more and more, over the past few weeks.

It's not Lucien's fault, of course. Nor is it Anakin's. Her husband has just been... b-busy. And so has she! For all Padme knows, Anakin might have even stopped by her place, these past few days. She's well aware that he's been back on Coruscant for over a week now, after all. Unfortunately, Padme hasn't gotten to sleep in her own bed once in all that time.

She's just been too damn swamped with work, too busy to leave her office. So instead, she's been here, working hard and sleeping on the couch in her office. Lucien has been staying as well, hard worker that he is, and sleeping in a less comfortable cot in the side room as a result.

But even still, if Anakin wanted to get ahold of her, he need only call. Sure, he couldn't visit her here in the Senate without it looking rather strange and potentially blowing their cover, but he could leave her a message. He hadn't... and in turn, she hadn't bothered to send him one either.

They would eventually reconnect, her husband and her. Once the work was done. Once the dust had settled a little bit more. The Clone Wars were ramping up, and it was an all hands on deck situation. Anakin... Anakin would understand. He would. He-

"Senator Amidala..."

Lucien's voice, soft and whispery next to her head, caresses the inside of her ear and makes her twitch as he continues to massage her shoulders.

"You're thinking about something that's giving you more stress, even as I'm trying to take it away. Please, stop."

His words wash over her, and Padme lets out a breathy sigh as she finds herself relaxing further into his grasp, her head emptying out of any thoughts of her secret husband. Instead, she finds herself thinking about Lucien more. Kind, sweet, handsome Lucien. Hard working, diligent, loyal Lucien. She smiles softly, as he continues to rub her shoulders.

"There we go, Senator. That's better. MUCH better. Is there anything else I can do for you, ma'am? Anything I can get you?"

Padme's mind immediately turns towards her fantasies, the lurid and shameful thoughts that have been filling both her days and nights more and more these past few weeks. She bites her lower lip and quivers, knowing she shouldn't... but... why not? There was a reason, she had a reason. Was it... that she was a Senator, and he was her Aide? Yes, that was it. But then, why did that reason feel so damn flimsy?

And... so long as she did it right, it would be fine, right? Rather... she wouldn't ask anything of him that she wasn't willing to do herself first...

"There is... something, Lucien. Please, go and take a seat on the couch."

"Oh? Very well, Senator."

Pulling his wonderful hands away from her shoulders, Lucien goes and sits down on the couch, looking at her curiously. Padme Amidala rises from behind her desk and slowly makes her way around it, over to him. Hands clasped in front of her in a stately manner, she comes to a stop in front of Lucien... and gracefully descends to her knees.

His eyes go bug-wide, of course, as she brings her hands up to rest on his legs, running them up along his thighs.

"S-Senator?!"

Smiling up at him, face red but mind surprisingly clear, Padme has no doubts in her head that this is the right path forward.

"Please... you've done so much for me, Lucien. Allow me to do this little thing for you. And... if it pleases you, call me Padme."

And then, always one to act swiftly when something she wanted was right in front of her, Padme quickly moves in and frees Lucien's cock from its confines, his mast coming up and smacking her right in the face. The beautiful brunette coos, not thinking twice about how erect he already was. So what if giving her a shoulder massage had left him rock hard? It was better this way...

"Senator... we shouldn't. Really..."

Pouting, Padme bats her eyelashes at him, even as she slaps his thick, meaty rod against her face.

"But I want to."

Lucien goes quiet at that for a moment, before letting out a shaky breath.

"I-If this is your wish... Senator..."

It was. It was her wish. Padme makes sure to stare into Lucien's eyes almost challengingly, making sure he KNOWS this is HER will, even as she swallows his cockhead whole and begins to fellate him, right then and there. Her Senatorial Aide is the first to break eye contact, throwing his head back and groaning as she swirls her tongue around his glans and then begins to bob up and down his dick, slurping away rather enthusiastically.

Some small part of her wonders if this IS a mistake. It's like she's forgetting something... or someone. But no matter. She's been so very lonely, recently. Lucien has been the only man in her life for weeks now... so doesn't he deserve this? Doesn't SHE deserve this?

Almost as if she's got to prove it to herself, that yes, she does deserve this, Padme is soon giving her Aide the sloppiest blowjob of her life, throating his cock and choking herself on his sizable phallus as she forces herself to take it deeper and deeper down the back of her throat.

"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"

Lucien groans as she does this, clearly appreciating her efforts, even as he looks at her with hooded eyes and speaks in a quiet tone.

"Senator... don't push yourself too hard now."

But his words bely his actions. One of his hands winds through her hair, and though he doesn't actually take control like Padme might have wanted him to, the act makes it abundantly clear he's very much enjoying how hard she's pushing herself. So is Padme, and as she gags on his cock, she reaches down between her legs, slipping a hand under her dress and pulling aside her panties to rub directly at her slit.

"It was a secret marriage... he and I eloped on Naboo, shortly a-after the start of the Clone Wars. No one could know, because he was a Jedi and they're... they're not supposed to have attachments."

When Lucien finally responds, his tone is emotionless, sending a pang through Padme's heart.

"I see."

"N-No! See, I... I thought I was in love with him all this time. But now I realize the t-truth! I do love you, Lucien! I love you more than Anakin! I want to be with YOU, not him!"

The words, as they fall from her panting lips, feel right and wrong at the same time. Padme's mind is muddled, her thoughts befuddled. She loved Anakin, didn't she? And yet... confessing her true love for Lucien felt so right. Being with him... it was all she longed for. But no, didn't she long to see the Republic survive? Except, did she truly care about the Republic?

"I want to be with you as well, Padme. But I can't live a lie. If we're to be together, I need to know that I am your only priority. That I am the only man who holds your affections."

Lucien's words, normally so silken and quiet, are like sledgehammers to her mind. Padme moans, as he begins fucking her hard again. She tries so very hard to think, to properly examine the situation... but as she attempts even the simplest of critical thinking, a splitting headache disrupts her thoughts, and the pleasure quickly rushes in to overwhelm her mind. Shuddering, her eyes roll back in her head as she cums for Lucien, orgasming all over his cock.

When the dust settles from that climax, Padme's mind is made up. She knows what she has to do.

"I-I'm yours, Lucien. I'm yours, now and forever. I don't care about my husband anymore. I just want to be your woman from n-now on!"

He fucks her even harder for those words, and Padme exults in the ecstasy of being plowed silly right there on the balcony, where all of Coruscant could see them. Not that anyone does, but it's the possibility that counts, and it's one she finds surprisingly arousing as she's railed from behind right then and there.

As he plows her hard and fast, Lucien continues speaking, his words taking back on that silken quality to them, as they worm their way into her ears and make everything so much... clearer.

"That's all well and good, Padme... but can we really afford to stay, if we'll have a Jedi Knight after us? I don't want to see what the Hero With No Fear does when he finds out his wife is cheating on him..."

Padme opens her mouth to defend Anakin, but Lucien's words dredge up old memories she's tried her best to repress.

"I killed them. I killed them all. They're dead, every single one of them. And not just the men, but the women and the children, too."

Her breath hitches as she realizes the darkness in her husband very much could mean Lucien's life, if he found out. But at the same time...

"I-I have a duty... t-to the Republic..."

Growling directly into her ear, Lucien all but mounts her from behind, molding his body to hers as he pins her to the balcony and continues fucking her, making it so very hard to think, so very hard to concentrate or come up with an argument to anything he's saying.

"FUCK the Republic, Padme. All I need is you and your love. Is it not the same for you? All you need is me, right?"

Yes... yes, all she needs is Lucien. All she needs is her beloved. Almost as if a terrible weight has been lifted off of her mind, Padme cries out in exultant pleasure, ignoring the tears streaming down her cheeks as she moans in ecstasy.

"Y-Yes! Yes, all I need is you, Lucien!"

Chuckling throatily, Lucien buries his face in her neck and a moment later begins to cum inside of her once again, filling her womb with his seed.

"Good girl."

Padme, meanwhile, cums right alongside him, her eyes rolling back in her head in ecstasy, the famed Senator from Naboo, a strong independent woman, completely broken upon her Aide's cock.

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"We have been tested, but we have emerged stronger! We move forward as one people: the Imperial citizens of the first Galactic Empire! We will prevail. Ten thousand years of peace begins today!"

Lucien watches as his master, Darth Sidious, in his 'guise' as Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, takes on the mantle of Emperor. He smiles, even as a beautiful melodic moan drifts into his ear, a certain naked woman bouncing up and down on his cock, riding him while sitting in his lap as he watched the holo of the new Galactic Emperor's speech to the senate. They had already come up with a name for the thing. Declaration of a New Order.

With this, the Republic was done. Out with the old and in with the new. They had an Empire now, one that spanned the galaxy, one that the Emperor had absolute control over. It was a thousand years of Sith planning, come to fruition.

As a mere cog in the machine, Lucien was nevertheless proud of the part he played in it... and pleased that he would likely get to keep playing it, given what had taken place after Darth Sidious had originally made the speech he'd just watched.

Indeed, there'd been some worry on Lucien's part that he would be fed into the meat grinder of Anakin Skywalker's insanity by his master, despite his loyalty. After all, Dooku hadn't gotten what HE wanted, and he was a much greater piece of the puzzle then Lucien. To say nothing of what had been done to the Separatist Leaders on Mustafar as well.

But... before Palpatine could sell him and his pet out to his new apprentice Darth Vader, the newest Sith Apprentice had had an 'unfortunate' run in with his old Jedi Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi. One that had left Anakin Skywalker a shadow of his former self, confined to a gruesome, horrifying life support suit for the rest of his days.

In becoming the cyborg monster that the rest of the galaxy would quickly come to fear as Darth Vader, the Emperor's Fist, Anakin Skywalker had unknowingly made himself completely harmless to Lucien and Lucien's pet.

Padme's betrayal had played a massive part in Anakin's fall. It would have made sense for Sidious to help Vader find her and Lucien, after the Jedi Order was extinguished. But instead, reduced as he'd been, Vader's value to Sidious suddenly ranked lower than Lucien's and Padme's. After all...

His beloved pet throws her head back and moans wantonly as she reveals her pregnant form to him in all its glory. With a collar and chain around her neck, and a metal bikini covering her body, Padme Amidala looked less like the Senator she'd once been, and more like the pleasure slave she'd willingly become for him.

Indeed, while she'd proven to be a tough nut to crack, in the end, Lucien had used his particular talent with Mind Tricks to remake her and reshape her into HIS woman and nothing else. She no longer bothered with all of that difficult thinking any longer. Grinning, Lucien wraps her chain leash up in his hand and gives it a sharp little tug.

"What did you think of the Emperor's address, pet? Were you even listening?"

As expected, Padme's pretty face scrunches up in confusion, the beginnings of a headache forming behind her brow before she shakes her head vehemently, her expression clearing up. Instead, she gives him a bright, wanton smile, cradling his face in her hands as she continues to ride his cock, gyrating her hips along his throbbing member.

"No, Master. I don't really care about all of that anymore. All that matters is you, Master. All that matters is your pleasure."

Lucien chuckles throatily at that, running his hands up and down Padme's sides, before rubbing them across her pregnant belly as well. Her tits have grown slightly bigger as her belly has distended, and she's quite... mm, quite the treat, at this point in time.

Technically, she belonged to his Master and so did he. Darth Sidious had given him everything, and Lucien owed the Sith Master his eternal loyalty. Not to mention, if he'd truly tried to flee from the newly crowned Emperor, he and Padme would have been rapidly tracked down, and likely handed over to the cyborg Vader after all.

No... Lucien was still in service to his Sith Master, and likely always would be. Still, it was not a hard life, especially not when he had Sidious' favor. The Emperor had tried everything to get rid of Padme Amidala, over the years. While she'd been useful in getting him elected to Supreme Chancellor in the first place, she'd been nothing but a thorn in his side for a decade and a half afterwards.

As such, he'd tried assassins and bounty hunters of all shapes and sizes, in order to end the irritation that Padme posed. All had failed. The Force itself almost seemed to be protecting her. But if it was... it did not protect her from him.

Lucien was Darth Sidious' most successful subordinate. Their last few communications had been downright jovial, with the old Sith Lord taking on an almost paternal tone with Lucien, especially after Anakin's... accident. Lucien himself might not be powerful enough to ever match Darth Vader in a straight fight, even after he'd lost all of his limbs, but at the same time... Lucien and Padme's coming child represented an opportunity for their Master.

And so, Lucien got to keep his slave, and was in turn kept in comfort by Darth Sidious, with plenty of credits to leave them both happy and safe. And all he had to do was keep a pregnant, enslaved Padme Amidala on a short leash and enjoy her nubile body to his heart's content, day after day.

The galaxy itself might be suffering under the yoke of the Emperor and his new Empire all around them, but Lucien didn't care, nor did he feel any guilt for the part he played in bringing it about. Instead, he settles in to enjoy Padme's attentions even further, eventually cumming inside of the pregnant woman, before watching as she crawls down off of his cock and gets onto her knees to suck him clean.

Looking down into the broken Senator's lustful, devoted, adoring eyes, Lucien just smiles and runs a hand through his hair as he holds her leash tight in the other. Yes... everything was exactly as it should be.

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