Chapter 4: The Cleaning
The silence was thick, syrupy, saturated with the stench of sweat, musk, spilled seed, and the acrid tang of Ahsoka’s expulsion. Chewbacca’s massive frame slumped slightly, his weight pressing Anakin harder against the cool transparisteel, his softening cock slipping free from Anakin’s gaping hole with a wet, sucking sound. Anakin gasped, his forehead resting against the fogged glass, his ass throbbing with a deep, raw ache that echoed the tremors still running through his legs. Below him, Ahsoka lay curled on the plush carpet, panting, her orange skin slick with viscous slime, her tongue still instinctively lapping at Chewbacca’s furred asshole, cleaning him with desperate, submissive strokes. Padme remained frozen above Rey, her body clenched impossibly tight around the scavenger buried deep within her cunt. Rey felt utterly submerged, encased in hot, pulsing velvet darkness, her own breath shallow, her senses overwhelmed by the intimate pressure and Padme’s fading tremors. The only sound was the ragged breathing of the spent participants and the persistent, silent blink of the discarded datapad on the floor – a tiny, ignored beacon of duty in the wreckage of debauchery.
Padme shuddered, a final ripple passing through her. Slowly, with a groan that was part exhaustion, part lingering ecstasy, she began to push. Rey felt the powerful internal muscles contract around her, forcing her upwards and outwards. Inch by slick inch, Rey emerged from Padme’s stretched entrance, gasping as cool air hit her skin, coated head to toe in Padme’s juices and her own sweat. She collapsed onto the soaked sheets beside Padme, trembling violently, her cunt gaping wide, glistening pink and swollen, Chewbacca’s thick seed mingling with her own slick slowly leaking out onto the silk.
Padme rolled onto her side, facing Rey. Her dark eyes, clouded moments before, sharpened with a sudden, fierce hunger as she stared at Rey’s ravaged pussy. The sight of Rey’s gaping hole, dripping with the potent mix of Wookiee cum and her own arousal, seemed to ignite something primal in the Senator. Without a word, Padme lunged forward. Her hands seized Rey’s trembling thighs, forcing them wide apart again with surprising strength. Before Rey could gasp, Padme buried her face between Rey’s legs.
"Fuck!" Rey cried out, arching off the bed as Padme’s hot, demanding tongue plunged deep into her abused cunt. It wasn’t gentle. Padme lapped hungrily, greedily, her tongue delving into the stretched entrance, scooping up thick globs of Chewbacca’s potent seed mixed with Rey’s slick. The sensation was overwhelming – a sharp sting from her raw tissues combined with the intense, invasive pressure of Padme’s tongue fucking her hole. Padme moaned against Rey’s flesh, the vibration sending jolts of conflicting pain and unwanted pleasure through Rey’s core. "Tastes like victory," Padme growled, her voice muffled, her lips smeared with the viscous fluid. "Tastes like you were made for that fucking beast." She sucked hard on Rey’s swollen outer lips, drawing more seed to the surface, then plunged her tongue back in, deeper, fucking Rey’s ruined hole with relentless intensity. Rey writhed, her hands tangling in the sheets, torn between pushing Padme away and grinding against her mouth. The humiliation was acute, yet her traitorous body responded, a fresh slickness joining the mess Padme was devouring.
Anakin watched, still braced against the window, his own asshole pulsing with the memory of Chewbacca’s invasion. His cock, semi-hard despite the brutal fucking, twitched against the transparisteel. He saw Padme’s dark head buried between Rey’s thighs, heard her muffled groans of pleasure as she consumed the evidence of Rey’s violation. A dark jealousy twisted in his gut, mixed with a fierce arousal. His gaze shifted to his own cock, slick with pre-cum and the remnants of his own release smeared against the glass. He needed release again. Needed it violently.
"Ahsoka," Padme commanded, lifting her head momentarily, her chin dripping. Her eyes, dark and commanding, locked onto the Togruta still kneeling by Chewbacca’s flank, diligently licking his ass clean. "Stop cleaning the Wookiee and get over here." Padme jerked her head towards Anakin. "Skywalker needs servicing. Suck him clean. Swallow every fucking drop, slut."
Ahsoka’s head snapped up. Her blue eyes, wide and still slightly dazed from her journey through Chewbacca’s gut, flickered from Padme to Anakin’s exposed ass and hard cock pressed against the window. A spark of eagerness ignited within her. She scrambled forward on her knees, leaving Chewbacca’s fur glistening. She didn’t hesitate. Kneeling behind Anakin, her hands slid over his muscular buttocks, feeling the heat radiating from his stretched hole. She leaned forward, her breath hot on his skin.
"Master Skywalker," she murmured, her voice husky. Her tongue flicked out, tracing the swollen, tender rim of his asshole. Anakin hissed, his hips jerking involuntarily. The sensation was sharp, electric, a direct connection to his raw nerves. Ahsoka’s tongue probed deeper, lapping at the lingering traces of Chewbacca’s seed and his own fluids inside him. She moaned softly, the taste potent and musky. "You took him so well…" she breathed, her tongue delving deeper, cleaning him with intimate thoroughness.
Anakin groaned, pushing his ass back against her face. "Fuck… Ahsoka…" The dual sensations – Padme noisily feasting on Rey’s cunt behind him, Ahsoka’s tongue fucking his aching asshole – were overwhelming. His cock throbbed painfully against the glass. "My cock," he growled, the command rough. "Suck it. Now."
Ahsoka obeyed instantly. She slid one hand around his hip, her fingers wrapping around the base of his thick cock. She pressed her face against his ass one last time, giving his hole a final, lingering lick, then shifted. She moved alongside him, her orange skin brushing his thigh. Her free hand cupped his balls, squeezing gently as she leaned down and took the head of his cock into her mouth.
"Ungh!" Anakin gasped as her hot, wet mouth enveloped him. Ahsoka sucked hard, her tongue swirling around the sensitive crown, lapping up the pre-cum smeared there. She tasted himself, the salt of his sweat, the faint metallic tang from earlier exertions. She sank deeper, taking more of his length into her throat, her head bobbing with eager rhythm. Her other hand stroked the base of his shaft firmly in time with her sucking.
Padme watched them from the bed, her lips still pressed to Rey’s leaking cunt. She lifted her head again, her chin slick. "Harder, Ahsoka," she commanded, her voice thick with Rey’s juices. "Make him scream. Swallow him dry." She then plunged her face back down, her tongue spearing into Rey’s depths again, her moans vibrating against Rey’s clit. Rey cried out, her hips bucking wildly against Padme’s relentless mouth.
Ahsoka redoubled her efforts. She sucked Anakin’s cock with fierce desperation, hollowing her cheeks, taking him deep into her throat until her nose pressed against his pelvis. She gagged slightly but pushed through, her throat muscles fluttering around him. Her hand on his shaft pumped faster, tighter. Her other hand slid back, fingers probing his stretched asshole again, two fingers slipping inside easily, fucking him in rhythm with her mouth.
Anakin roared. The dual penetration – Ahsoka’s hot mouth milking his cock, her fingers plunging into his sore ass – shattered his control. His orgasm ripped through him, violent and unstoppable. Thick ropes of cum shot down Ahsoka’s throat. She swallowed frantically, greedily, as Padme had commanded, her throat working to take every spurt, her fingers still pistoning inside him, milking his prostate and prolonging the agonizing ecstasy. "SWALLOW IT ALL!" Anakin bellowed, his hips thrusting forward, fucking her face as he emptied himself.
Ahsoka drank him down, her eyes watering, a muffled moan escaping around his cock. She kept sucking, swallowing, until he was spent, soft, and twitching in her mouth. Only then did she slowly pull back, releasing him with a wet pop, her lips glistening. She looked up at him, panting, a trickle of cum escaping the corner of her mouth which she quickly licked away. "Every drop, Master," she breathed, her voice raw.
Padme finally lifted her head from Rey’s cunt. Rey lay utterly spent, trembling, her thighs still spread wide, her pussy glistening, red, and thoroughly cleaned by Padme’s relentless tongue. Padme wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes dark and satisfied. She looked at Ahsoka, then at Anakin’s softening cock, then her gaze drifted back to Rey’s gaping hole. A predatory smile touched her lips. "Good girl," she purred to Ahsoka. Her hand slid down Rey’s inner thigh. "But this greedy little hole…" Padme’s fingers brushed Rey’s swollen outer lips, making her flinch. "...it’s still hungry. Still gaping." Padme’s eyes lifted, locking onto Chewbacca, who had been watching silently, his dark eyes observing the aftermath. "Chewie," Padme said, her voice low and commanding. "She needs filling again. Stuff her full. Make her scream for it."
Chewbacca let out a low, rumbling growl. His massive cock, resting against his furred thigh, twitched visibly, already beginning to swell once more. He pushed himself up from his slumped position, his shadow falling over the bed. Rey’s eyes widened in exhausted terror mixed with a horrifying spark of anticipation. Padme smiled, settling back on her heels, ready to watch the claiming begin anew. The datapad’s signal blinked silently on the floor, drowned out by the heavy breathing and the promise of renewed violation.
The datapad’s signal blinked silently on the floor, drowned out by the heavy breathing and the promise of renewed violation. Chewbacca’s massive shadow fell over Rey, his thick cock already swelling back to its intimidating fullness, glistening under the low light. Rey whimpered, a raw sound escaping her throat as Padme’s fingers traced her swollen, gaping entrance one last time before withdrawing. "Such a hungry slut," Padme murmured, her voice thick with Rey’s taste. "Beg him for it. Beg for that cock to wreck you again."
"P-please," Rey choked out, her body trembling uncontrollably, a terrifying mix of dread and desperate need coiling low in her belly. "Chewie… fuck me… stuff me full…" Her voice cracked on the words, humiliation flushing her skin even as her cunt pulsed, slickness seeping from her stretched lips.
Chewbacca needed no further urging. A guttural roar ripped from his chest as he surged forward. One massive paw gripped Rey’s hip, hauling her towards him, while the other spread her thighs obscenely wide. The blunt, massive head of his cock pressed against her ruined entrance, slick with her arousal and Padme’s saliva. He slammed home without preamble. Rey’s scream tore through the room, high and ragged, as he impaled her in one brutal thrust, filling her impossibly stretched channel to the hilt. Padme watched, rapt, her own fingers finding her clit as Rey writhed beneath the Wookiee’s relentless pounding, her body a taut bowstring arched against the assault.
Anakin watched, transfixed, his own asshole throbbing from Chewbacca’s earlier invasion. The raw power on display, Rey being taken so savagely, ignited a familiar dark fire in his gut. Padme shifted beside him, her scent – sweat, sex, Rey – filling his nostrils. Her hand found his thigh, nails digging in possessively. "She takes it like a champion, doesn’t she, Ani?" Padme breathed, her voice low and intimate against his ear as Chewbacca’s thrusts made the bed shake. "Reminds me of… other times."
He turned his head, his piercing blue eyes locking onto hers. "What times?" The question was rough, edged with suspicion and a burgeoning, jealous hunger.
Padme’s smile was slow, dangerous, a predator revealing its teeth. Her fingers trailed higher on his thigh, grazing the base of his cock, already stirring again despite the recent brutality. "Oh, Ani," she purred, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper barely audible over Rey’s cries and Chewbacca’s growls. "Did you think you were the only one who ever made me scream? Or the only thing?" Her eyes flicked meaningfully towards Chewbacca’s massive form pistoning into Rey. "Before you… during the blockade… Senators, smugglers… even a particularly eager Gungan delegate once." She leaned closer, her breath hot on his neck, her other hand drifting to cup his balls, squeezing gently. "His tongue was… surprisingly talented. Felt divine wrapped around my clit while his thick fingers split me open." Anakin stiffened, a low growl rumbling in his own chest, his cock twitching violently in her grip. Jealousy warred with a sick, visceral thrill.
"Tell me," he demanded, his voice gravel. His hand clamped over hers, forcing her fingers tighter around his shaft. "Tell me everything." His hips thrust involuntarily against her fist.
Padme obliged, her voice a dark melody weaving through the symphony of grunts and screams. "There was the Rodian ambassador," she murmured, her lips brushing his ear lobe as she began to stroke him. "Thin, but his cock… knotted. Swelled inside me, locked me onto him while he pumped me full. Took hours." Anakin’s breath hitched, his imagination painting the lurid picture. "Or that bounty hunter on Cato Neimoidia," Padme continued, her hand moving faster, twisting on his upstroke. "Bigger than Chewie. Fucked me over a crate of spice, split me so wide I couldn’t walk straight for days. Called me his little Senate whore while he painted my insides white." Each filthy confession was a spark to tinder, feeding Anakin’s dark arousal, making his balls tighten.
"Fuck, Padme," he groaned, his hips pistoning against her hand. "You dirty fucking slut." He pulled her face to his, kissing her roughly, biting her lip. "Who else?" He demanded against her mouth. "Tell me who else fucked you like the whore you are."
Padme moaned into the kiss, breaking it only to whisper more obscenities. "A squad of clone troopers once," she gasped, her own free hand sliding between her legs, fingers plunging into her wetness. "After a victory celebration. They took turns. Filled every hole. Cum dripping down my thighs for hours." Anakin’s eyes blazed, imagining his own men violating his wife. He grabbed her hair, forcing her head back. "Did you like it? Did you beg for their filthy clones' cocks?"
"Yes!" Padme cried out, her body arching, her fingers working frantically on herself and him. "Gods, yes! I screamed for it! Took every thick, hard inch!" Rey’s own screams reached a new crescendo as Chewbacca hammered into her, his roars mingling with Padme’s confession. Ahsoka watched, captivated, her own hand slipping between her legs, rubbing her clit raw to the rhythm of the brutal fucking and Padme’s words. The air crackled with perverse energy.
As Chewbacca roared his climax, flooding Rey’s depths yet again, Padme pushed Anakin onto his back. She straddled his face, shoving her dripping cunt onto his mouth. "Clean me, Ani," she ordered, grinding down. "Lick your wife clean while I tell you about the time Jabba the Hutt had me." Anakin’s tongue plunged deep, lapping at her juices as she rode his face. "His palace," Padme gasped, rocking her hips. "The things he made me do… the feasts he hosted…"
Anakin sucked hard on her clit, making her cry out. The image of Padme debased before the Hutt was obscenely hot. "We should go," he growled against her wet flesh, the idea suddenly blazing in his mind like a supernova. "All of us. Right now. Show Jabba how a real orgy looks."
Padme froze above him, then threw her head back, laughing – a wild, dark sound. She lifted herself off his face, her eyes burning with manic intensity. "Yes!" she declared, looking around at the spent and sweating bodies. Chewbacca had pulled free from Rey’s limp form, his massive cock glistening. Ahsoka’s fingers were still buried in her pussy. Rey gasped, trying to push herself up. "We go to Jabba!" Padme announced, her voice ringing with perverse authority. "His palace! A proper venue for what we are!" She looked at Rey. "Scavenger? You in? See how the galaxy really parties?"
Rey, dazed, covered in sweat and seed, her cunt gaping and throbbing, managed a weak nod. The sheer madness of it, the promised oblivion, called to her shattered nerves. "Y-yes," she rasped.
Ahsoka pulled her fingers free, licking them clean. "Fuck yes. Sounds legendary." She grinned, a feral flash of teeth.
Chewbacca let out a bellow that shook the windows, pounding his chest in agreement.
Padme turned her fiery gaze back to Anakin. "And after Jabba?" she purred, a terrifying light in her eyes. "We find a Sarlacc pit."
Anakin stared, momentarily stunned. Rey gasped. Ahsoka’s eyes widened.
Padme leaned down, her lips brushing Anakin’s ear. "Imagine it, Ani," she whispered, her voice thick with dark promise. "Swallowed whole. That slow digestion… centuries of being devoured… while we fuck inside its belly." She licked his earlobe. "An eternal orgy. Rotting together. Fucking forever. Bound in its guts." She pulled back, looking at them all, her smile chilling. "Who’s ready to be food?"
Silence, thick and charged. Then, slowly, a feral grin spread across Anakin’s face. Rey, despite her exhaustion, felt a terrifying thrill surge through her. Ahsoka’s breath hitched with anticipation. Chewbacca roared again, a sound of primal agreement.
"Let's get the fuck off Coruscant," Anakin said, his voice thick with lust for oblivion. He grabbed Padme, kissing her with bruising force. The datapad’s signal blinked furiously, ignored, as they scrambled towards the door, sticky limbs tangling, driven by a shared, terrifying hunger for the ultimate degradation. The promise of Jabba’s palace, and the endless, rotting embrace of the Sarlacc pit, awaited.