Star Wars Clone Wars Padme Amidala against .....

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In the film Padme was played by Natalie Portman. She was a pacifist politician who later went on to be a fighter when her home worlkd was invaded by droids. She became captured and had to fight in the Geonosian arena. She wore white boots, white trousers, a utility belt, and a mostly shredded and ripped white top exposing all her tummy, her arms and much of her back. The top had become ripped during the fight scenes, and Padme looked great at the end, showing her toned abs.

In my story she is captured and has to fight Aurrra Sing the powerful female bounty hunter.

Aurra is quite ruthless and I imagine would delight in the opportunity to get to grips with Padme in the arena. She likes to fight close up and personal so Padme had better watch out.

I am not sure whether the fight runs on from where Padme was left at the end of the film sequence, with her top badly ripped, or to dress them again and have a fresh start on a new day. If Aurra Sing has anything to do with how she'd like Padme prepared it could be quite interesting.

More to come!

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Padme’s throat tightened as she began the walk from the dark cool cells out into the dazzling white heat of the Geonosian arena. Her combat boots brought up the reddish dust of the ground as she trudged towards the columns in the centre of the fight area. They had allowed her to wear these, her favourite white combat boots, together with her full length white pants and belt. They offered her some protection at least she thought. Above her belt, the tanned skin of Padme’s toned tummy and nipped in waist glistened. Her top had been shredded in her last fight so the remnants had been discarded, and instead she wore just a thin white cotton bra. She felt slightly awkward and embarrassed displaying so much of her skin to Aurra and the crowd, and had a feeling that it was Aurra’s doing that had disallowed her the protection of a new top. Acutely aware of her body, and that the eyes of so many were already feasting on her curves, Padme walked with a sensual cat like grace.
Padme was right, it had been Aurra who had requested of Douku that Padme display her bare midsection. She had ideas for that delicious waspish waist

Count Douku was the real foe here, leading the separatist hordes with their deadly droids. Aurra Sing, was a bounty hunter, working for Douku for money. Both of them despised the Republicans with whom Padme had allied herself. He had set fight up mainly for Sing’s pleasure, but he also took delight in seeing the lovely Padme gracing the arena so scantily clad.
The two very different women came together. Padme stood 5’5” tall, had a shapely toned 120 pound body, measuring 35”23”35”. Facing her, leering down into her face stood the 6 feet tall 150 pound figure of Aurra Sing, her tightly muscled body like a whiplash. Her trademark hair, a long pony tail with shaved head, enhanced her threatening look if it needed it.
Padme felt suddenly tired after her previous exertions in the arena, and when Douku started the fight with a signal from his imperial box high in the gallery, she was slow to react.

tbc

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Aurra pounced on Padme and wrestled her to the ground. Her powerfully muscled legs were soon sliding around Padme’s glistening waist, and like an anaconda she slowly began to squeeze. Trapped in Aurra’s vice like leg scissors, Padme gasped and moaned as she felt the steel muscles crushing into her bare midsection. She tried to arch her body but Aurra gave her a contemptuous squeeze of such power that Padme almost blacked out. The hold was on tight, and Aurra was able to begin the weakening process on Padme. She began opening her thighs then snapping them together into the trim golden skinned waist, making Padme cry out helplessly with each blow. Aurra was propped on one elbow looking at Padme’s belly with fire in her eyes. Eventually she let Padme slide free and watched the senator crawl into a ball clutching her mid section. The crowd were reacting well, roaring Aurra on. The bounty hunter raised her arm in salute to the crowd, then pulled Padme to her feet and led her to one of the cold stone columns.
Aurra stretched Padme’s stomach taut by pulling both her arms up high above her head, holding both Padme’s wrists in just one large hand. Padme felt herself stretched, the cool of the stone against her back, and she tried to struggle.
Padme’s glistening torso was golden against the white of the stone column. Only the white cotton bra, now wet with perspiration, contrasted with her skin.
Aurra held Padme there for long seconds, then drove her clenched fist hard into Padme’s belly. Padme gasped and coughed. Aurra held her fist against the flat of Padme’s tummy for several seconds, letting the feeling she was enjoying linger.
Twice more Aurra Sing sent her fist thudding into Padme’s pretty bare tummy, driving the breath from the smaller woman.
Padme was struggling to breathe, gasping in the hot air, her eyes blurred with tears . Aurra had overpowered her as if she were a child. She knew she had to do something quickly if she was not to suffer a prolonged beating in front of Count Douku, but how could she fight this brute. Aurra had twice her strength it seemed.
The bounty hunter flattened Padme belly first against the stone column and drove several punches into the bared area around Padme’s kidneys, crushing Padme’s slender body into the unforgiving stone.
Padme screamed and dropped to her knees clutching her lower back.
Aurra came close and then made a mistake. She took her eyes of Padme to wave to the madly cheering crowd. In that second Padme rose, and fired a crescent kick into Aurra’s ribs. Catching the bounty hunter unawares the blow knocked her off balance, allowing Padme the opportunity to follow up with further kicks, which thudded into Aurra’s leather clad body.
Aurra stumbled back with a look of shock on her face. She had clearly underestimated the spirit and stamina of her opponent. She went to block the next kick, her instincts returning, and she managed to clutch hold of Padme’s thigh. Using her sharp nails she slashed the trouser leg, ripping it down and almost completely baring Padme’s left leg.
The senator gasped in shock as Aurra wrestled her down into the dust still gripping her recently bared thigh. Padme tried to roll but Aurra laughed and placed a punch into the inner centre of the captured thigh. Padme cried out in pain. Aurra held the slick thigh steady and hammered it some more with her fist, until she was satisfied. There was no respite for Padme though, Aurra wrenched the thigh hard against her hip joint making her scream. The thigh was so wet and slippery that Aurra lost her grip on it, and was forced to relinquish her hold as Padme rolled free. Gingerly Padme came to her feet as Aurra waited patiently. She looked bedraggled, her hair was damp and tousled, her skin glistening. The sun beat down on the two fighters.


Bravely Padme raised her fists as had Aurra, and the two circled each other breathing hard. They exchanged jabs and a few hooks. Padme’s punches landed on leather, and though they stung Aurra, it was nothing to the effect that Aurra’s fists were having on Padme’s unprotected body. Aurra focused on Padme’s tummy, as she had intended, beating it ruthlessly whenever she had the opportunity. Padme was aiming more for the face, though she lacked the reach to land effective punches. So the two fighters circled and punched each other, with Aurra getting by far the easier time of it. Padme almost tripped over her flapping trouser and was immediately shaken by a series of crisp punches which thudded against the flat of her tummy. Padme was driven back, until once again she felt the cool stone against her hot back . This time Aurra wasted no time playing to the crowd. She hunched her shoulders and set to with both fists into Padme’s beautiful belly, leathering the smoothly muscled tummy with lefts and rights. Padme shook and quivered splayed back against the column, hitting back with jabs at Aurra’s reddened face. They traded blows for almost two minutes, Aurra shaking off the face punches and smashing her ham like fists into Padme’s bare midsection. The bounty hunters punches began to tell as they thudded hard into Padme’s navel. Those muscular shoulders swung in time with the mechanical pumping of Aurra’s hard fists into Padme’s bare stomach flesh. The senator tried to keep her tummy tense while jabbing back into Aurra’s face but she was fighting a losing battle. Padme’s punches lost their power and were thrown less often now, as her beautiful body was subjected to an intense pounding from Aurra’s fists.
Eventually Padme’s arms fell to her sides as she lay back exhausted against the stone column. She convulsed and cried out as Aurra continued to hammer slow deliberate hooked punches into Padme’s glistening belly.
Once satisfied Aurra took Padme in her grasp and lifted her high, drinking in the cheering from the excited crowd. She brought Padme down back first across her powerful thigh almost snapping the senator’s back. Then she drove an axe handle punch down into Padme’s taut belly. Aurra clawed at Padme’s bare thigh and twisted her into a brutal single leg boston crab making her scream submission. Aurra laughed knowing that Douku had not stipulated that the fight would end in submission. Padme broke into tears now.

Aurra wracked Padme in a brutal bow and arrow hold, shaking her like a rag doll. The fight had deteriorated now into humiliation for the once proud senator. Aurra used her opportunity to maul and pummel Padme, reverting to the girl’s midsection with an amazing stomach claw. She used her powerful fingers and sharp nails to work the stomach muscles over on Padme’s tummy. Then she smashed Padme’s tummy with a series of short rights peppering Padme’s navel. Both women were slick with perspiration now. Even Aurra had to stand and take a rest, breathing hard with hands on hips, watching Padme on the ground lying on her back, eyes closed, chest rising and falling.
Rested a little Aurra reached down and hauled Padme up by the middle of her bra, stretching the cotton almost to breaking point. She looked down inside the bra and smiled, clenching her fist again. Now it was time to change targets she thought with a smirk.......
The End

Postscript
Padme was forced to suffer further at Aurra’s hands on numerous occasions and wasn’t rescued until the separatists withdrew much later.

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Padme felt less confident and nervous after her fight with Aurra Sing. Even though she was allowed a certain degree of freedom to move around the city, and provided with a well furnished apartment, when she was summoned to see Count Dooku in the presence of Aurra Sing she felt confused and a little frightened.

Padme always presented herself quite beautifully, taking great care with her hair and make up. In terms of clothing she had to wear what Aurra had laid out for her. This meant for formal occasions such as this just three items; metal sandals, an expensive thong, and a simple flowing white dress which was scalloped at the front and cut away at the sides almost to her hips. Walking beside her you could look into the cut away area and see her side down to the hip, and catch glimpses of the side her breast in full profile.

Padme arrived at Dooku's extensive lair and was ushered in. She saw Aurra was there and looked down at the ground suddenly blushing.

"Senator Padme, how delightful to see you. I believe you know my ally Aurra Sing. Well, I have a plan to capture Skywalkers Paduan I'd like to share with you my dear. She's such a nuisance, but Aurra here thinks she can tame the girl."

"I'll have nothing to do with it!" said Padme with spirit, feeling a little braver.

"Oh but you will. You see when Ahsoka and her friend Aayla receive the message I'm about to send them they will rush here to your rescue. Needless to say I will be waiting with Aurra Sing to spring a trap."

"Ahsoka won't just rush in, she'll wait for help" said Padme nervously.

"Not if she sees you being beaten by Aurra. She'll not think to plan or find help. I know how fond she is of you."

Aurra Sing had moved silently up behind Padme and now pushed her hands inside Padme's dress from the sides and slid them up over Padme's ribcage until she felt her twin targets and latched onto the two firm mounds.

Padme gave a little shocked gasp and moved her hands to Aurra's arms, but the bounty hunter was too strong for the Senator to be able to pry her arms away.

Aurra held the two mounds as if weighing them in her palms, then slowly began to knead them inside Padme's dress, using her thumb roughly across the centers of each mound.

Dooku smiled and walked closer, watching Aurra work on Padme for a full two minutes.

"You see how strong she is?" Dooku said to Padme.

"Shall I let her loose on you?"

Padme shook her head and tipped her head back wincing, but said nothing.

"Very well my lovely. Aurra will take you to the oil pit where you will be prepared. "

Padme moaned and whispered "Please no".

"I want her for the full hour this time," said Aurra eagerly.

"Whatever you wish my dear" said Dooku.

"It really is quite enchanting to see Aurra work on you Padme. I suppose I have some time. Maybe a few more minutes Aurra if you wish?"

Aurra smiled coldly and suddenly whirled Padme around to face her. She again slid her hands inside Padme's dress but this time she yanked and jerked it hard pulling sideways with each hand. The soft material gave and the dress slowly began to tear open down the middle with Aurra pulling the two halves apart.

Dooku moved closer to watch.

Padme tried to prevent Aurra from ripping her dress open but she wasn't strong enough. The tall orange haired bounty hunter laughed as the dress halves fluttered down and hung around Padme's waist.

Padme stood proudly, making no attempt to cover herself.

Aurra laughed again and began walking round Padme flexing her fist. Dooku watched in anticipation.

For Aurra, Padme's stomach and chest were equally desirable targets. She combined the two, clenching her fists and driving a left hook cleanly into Padme's navel, and swiveling delivered a crisp right uppercut into the underside of the firm mound jutting from the left side of Padme's smooth ribcage.

Padme cried out, swayed a little, but remained on her feet, her eyes blazing.

Aurra gave a little laugh, adjusted her position, and unleashed two more punches. The first was another solid hook to the navel and the follow up was a crisp right hook into the side of the same flawless mound.

Again Padme grunted and gasped, this time staggering a foot back, but still she bravely remained on her feet.

Aurra flexed both her fists and walked round Padme as if trying to decide on her next targets.

This time as she faced Padme again, Aurra lashed both fists into the meat of Padme's belly, and without giving Padme time to react, she lashed two more punches into the same quivering mound, a cross into its side, and an uppercut into its underside.

Dooku clapped in appreciation of Aurra's work on Padme.

Padme arched and gasped almost falling, and stumbling back against the wall. She felt its cool chill against the bare skin of her back.

She realised that the images were being sent live to Ahsoka and Aayla, who would be appalled to see how the senator was being treated by Dooku and Sing. Still, what could she do except be brave.

While Aurra stepped in and began to work over Padme as she hung against the wall Ahsoka was watching the message with eyes wide open . Poor Padme! She was taking such a beating from that animal Sing. Oh how she would revenge this deed. Aayla came rushing in and the two exchanged knowing looks.

They had been at Jabba's palace in the hot desert and were wearing fashionable satin and metal bikinis, hardly appropriate fighting gear, but there was no time to lose. Both girls climbed into the fighter and were soon en route to Dooku's base on Geonosis.

Aurra held Padme's upper arms flat to the wall by the wrists to prevent her falling and to stretch taut her belly. Dooku needed to call an end to this unequal struggle but was unwilling to bring it to a close just yet.

"Please no more" begged Padme.

Aurra had a choice of soft desirable targets which would not bruise her knuckles. She smiled and began to punch with her free right fist into Padme's navel, lower abdomen, solar plexus, and ribs.

Slowly she worked up Padme's body until she reached the senator's chest. Aurra began to work over each quivering mound of smooth firm flesh, pummeling each mound in turn.

This punching session lasted a further 5 minutes. Padme quivered and shook as Aurra's heavy fists thudded and smacked into her flesh.

Finally Aurra let Padme drop to her knees where she crossed her arms over her vulnerable chest, staring at the floor and breathing hard.

"Just a little taste of what I have in store for you my beauty" said Aurra into Padme's ear.

Dooku sighed. "Such a shame to end it Aurra, but there is work to be done".

"Take Padme to the fight pit and let me know when you are both prepared. I am so looking forward to the main course after this little appetizer. Who knows, maybe we will have Ahsoka and Aayla Secura too by then!"

The scene ends here and we move on to seeing Padme being prepared for the oil fight in the small fight pit. Usually this is reserved for fights with the prettier of the slave girls, a common enough feature of Geonosian culture.

TBC

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Aayla and Ahsoka stumbled predictably into Count Dooku's trap and were soon brought before him.

Aayla is an 20 year old Twi'lek from Ryloth, with hazel eyes, light blue skin, and a blue headress. She is strikingly attractive with a stunning human like body in all but colour. Her measurements are rather like an exaggerated version of human perfection, just as are Ahsoka's.

Her younger friend Ahsoka is Anniken's Paduan (apprentice) and is equally attractive if a little softer, with copper skin and white and blue head braid.

The two are marched into Dooku's lair wearing boots, wristbands of silver, neck adornments of silver, light metallic bikinis and capes they wear wrapped around the body.

"Welcome to Geonosis girls. It is so good to meet you Ahsoka, and your lover Aayla!"

Ahsoka gasped in shock at Dooku describing Aayla as her lover. She shot a look at Aayla who was staring hard at the Count.

"Well maybe not yet fully" laughed the count, but the intent is there is it not Aayla?"

Aayla looked at the ground and Ahsoka blushed.

It was true that she had become close friends with Aayla, and had allowed Aayla to dress her in all sorts of bikinis when out together. There had been some kissing and light wrestling but nothing you would not expect from a Twi'lek female.

On occasions Aayla had liked to oil Ahsoka's body in the traditional way, making Ahsoka kneel facing and touching her, without bikini top. Aayla made little movements with her bared chest against Ahsoka's to make her mounds glisten. Aayla would press her belly too against Ahsoka's tummyand with one arm clutching the copper coloured girl round the waist she would writhe her own oiled upper body against Ahsoka's bare tummy and twin round mounds moaning in what Ahsoka thought was the traditional Twi'lek way. Aayla was very good at this speciality massage and liked to practice a lot with Ahsoka.

Although Aayla had increased the number of Twi'lek massages recently Ahsoka was ceratain that there was nothing unusual going on, and insisted to Dooku that it had stopped there, and that this was how Kwi'leks were.

To some extent the young Paduan was right. Aayla had not made any untoward advances on her, and the massages were just that, massages. What was wrong with Aayla massaging Ahsoka's bared mounds with her own? It did not feel unusual to Ahsoka.

"Let us see your fabled figures then" called Dooku. I wonder if you rival Senator Amidala's 35 23 35 beauty?"

Dooku made an appreciative sound as te cloaks were whipped away from Aayla and Ahsoka, revealing Aayla's 36dd 22 36 figure and Ahsoka's 35d 22 35 body. One with a flawless light blue skin, the other a coppery gold skin. The bikinis were designed to enhance rather than protect, and made the two look quite stunning.

Both girls were cuffed with their wrists behind their backs. Dooku could not resist calling Aurra Sing who was midway through preparing Padme for the pit fight, and showing Aurra the females he had captured.

TBC

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Aurra laughed and told Dooku to leave the young one (Ahsoka) for her, but that it would have to wait until she had finished Padme Amidala once and for all in the oil pit tonight.

Dooku smiled and told Aurra not to worry. Both Twi'leks (Aayla) and Togruta's (Ahsoka) were notoriously difficult to mark, and their bodies were extremely resilient. If Aurra wanted Ahsoka she would probably easily subdue the young girl's offence, but it would require a considerable effort to beat her into submission.

Dooku paced around Aayla and Ahsoka looking them over. He called to two guards to come over.

"I think I will have some fun with the young one first" he said, turning to the copper skinned Ahsoka.

"String her up!"

Soon Ahsoka was strung up by her wrists from shackles and a chain suspended from a hook in the ceiling. She was wearing just boots and the daring bikini Aayla had selected for her earlier. It was a thong style, cut quite high at the sides to accentuate her sleek shapely thighs, displaying most of both her coppery ass cheeks. The top was too small really for the size of her chest, and covered only the middle third or so of her breasts leaving the upper and lower curves bare. Also it was cut away at the sides so most of the profile view of each breast was bare too.

"Pull her taut!" ordered Dooku.

The guards drew her up taut. stretching Ahsoka out until she let out a gasp.

"No!" shouted Aayla hardly able to look.

Ahsoka was beautifully displayed. Her full round breasts jutted from the sleek tapered ribcage. Her tiny waist and flat tummy was stretched taut. Her rubbery ass cheeks quivered.

Dooku reached up and ripped off Ahsoka's bikini top and her bare breasts quivered in the cool air.

"Oh my god!" wailed Aayla struggling in her chains.

Dooku laughed and studied Ahsoka as she hung helplessly from the hook.

"I may be an old man Aayla but I still like my fun" he said reaching out to claw his fingers deep into Ahsoka's ass cheek.

The girl moaned softly.

Dooku smiled, and began to flex his right fist.

"I'm told these girls are remarkably firm, like punching springy rubber I'm told"

"No, please no. Don't hurt her" moaned Aayla "I'll fight you if you want. Take me on!"

"Later my beauty, later. Plenty time for you later...ha ha ha ha."

Dooku rolled his shoulders and took deliberate aim. He curled a right hook hard into Ahsoka's tautly stretched belly, the knuckles driving right into the girl's pretty navel.

Ahsoka mewled and shook involuntarily. At the sound of the fist thudding against Ahsoka's tummy Aayla screamed.

There was more to come, much more, and Aayla stopped screaming, and just sobbed helplessly as she reluctantly watched Dooku beating Ahsoka's gorgeous body.

Dooku pummeled Ahsoka's tiny waist and flat tummy with both his big fists, hitting her as hard as he could. She was amazingly resilient just as he had heard. Even so, she eventually began to cry.

Dooku hammered a dozen punches into the cheeks of Ahsoka's ass beating first the left then the right, setting the beauty shaking like a firm jelly.

Next, and of course what Dooku had been working up to, it was time to work over Ahsoka's gorgeous jutting breasts. He began by lashing each full round breast in turn with both fists, then mixed his punches with several powerfull uppercuts which drove into the underside of the rubbery firm mounds.

Ahsoka shook and her amazing body glistened. Her breasts quivered invitingly as Dooku pulverised them with his fists.

The girl mewled like a kitten and sobbed helplessly.

Again and again Dooku smacked crisp punches into Ahsoka's jutting breast meat. He felt himself getting quite hot, and began breathing a little harder as he beat the youngster.

Ahsoka hung from the hook, stretched taut, while Dooku stood in front of her lashing Ahsoka's jutting round breasts. He began to focus on the left breast, holding it in one hand and hitting it with the other, knuckles driving into the rubberised flesh.

Aayla was sobbing softly, her eyes clouded with tears. She could hardly believe what she was seeing. Dooku really was giving Ahsoka a beating. It was her fault for bringing her, though how she could have prevented the headstrong girl from coming to rescue Padme she did not know.

Now the dark side held three captives, and Aayla knew that Dooku would use this to go after even bigger fish. He might have his fun with the three females but ultimately he was a cold calculating politician who would be seeking nothing less than an end to the Republic.

Watching him lashing another series of punches into Ahsoka's bare torso, including a number which compressed her vulnerable breasts against her tapering ribcage, Aayla vowed that one day she would kill him. She only hoped that she would be in a condition to do so!

Ahsoka had been taking punishment for a good 30 minutes but still her stunning body showed no mark from the beating. Her skin was truly quite amazing.

Dooku had a rest and watched Ahsoka spasm and convulse hanging limp from the hook.

He licked his lips, and reluctantly decided to call an end to the fun he had been having. One last punch into each jutting breast he thought. Ahsoka's head went limp and lolled to the side after the second punch struck her breast on its outer curve. She was finished!

Dooku lifted her head up and saw the eyes were closed. For good measure he hammered a few more punches into her ass cheeks, her thighs, her belly, and then again her breasts.

Quite satisfied with what he had done to Ahsoka Dooku turned to Aayla.

"Maybe I will get you to beat her next time, or I might decide to let Aurra loose on her. Now that I would like to see!".

Take Aayla to the cells, and take Ahsoka and string her up in Aurra's quarters. Don't bother to dress her again, she looks better topless.

TBC
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The count took one last look at Ahsoka, lifting her head expecting her eyes to be closed. Instead they flickered open and Ahsoka let out a soft moan. She saw Dooku and despite hurting all over she smiled at him.

Aayla saw it and thought how brave the young Paduan was. She also worried that it might antagonise Dooku. She was right.

An enraged Dooku shook Ahsoka by her upper arms.

"You dare to mock me!" he snarled.

Dooku drew back his right arm and then punched his fist deep into Ahsoka's flat tummy. She coughed and sputtered, not as resilient now having already been punched and beaten for well over half an hour.

The Count, well into his forties now, was still fit and more than a match for his foes. He still felt fresh as he curled another right hook into Ahsoka's gorgeous body.

Aayla felt the tears come again, wincing at the way Dooku was blasting his fist into Ahsoka's oh so sexy waist. The young girl was being hammered.

Dooku repeatedy smashed right hooks into Ahsoka's tummy, again and again and again.

Now warmed up Dooku took a wider stance and opened up with both fists on Ahsoka's 22" tapered waist pummeling the flat tummy with his heavy fists.

Still the girl was conscious, though in considerable distress.

Dooku looped his left arm round the girls slender waist to hold her in position, then began to hammer his right fist into the smooth flawless tummy. Smack, smack, smack......the sound echoed around the room as Dooku beat Ahsoka's beautiful belly.

He could smell the girl's perfume as he worked on her body. He stopped to flex his fists then began again hammering punches into Ahsoka's bare tummy.

This time he wasn't going to stop until Ahsoka had been beaten senseless, which he knew would take just a little more time.....


TBC

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Aayla Secura watched tight lipped as Count Dooku punched the young Paduan’s sculpted belly and jutting breasts methodically. The young girl gasped and moaned, spittle dribbling from her full lips as the count’s ham like fist thudded against the flat of her stomach. She mewled in pain as Dooku repeatedly smacked punches into her full firm breasts, tenderising the delicious quivering breast meat with enthusiasm. He beat her breasts and belly mercilessly until at last, finally, Ahsoka could take no more. Her eyes flickered and closed as the blows struck her stunning body. Dooku upped the tempo seeing the girl so close to being beaten senseless. He rammed her against the wall and leathered her breasts brutally, smashing crosses and uppercuts into the girl’s rubbery breast meat, beating each slick mound in turn with powerful punches. Ahsoka’s head lolled as Dooku beat her. She no longer felt the blows. He had indeed beaten her senseless.
The copper skinned Paduan slumped senseless to the floor, smooth glistening skin and gorgeous curves. Dooku kicked the unconscious girl in the belly and stomped on an upturned breast.
Aayla let out a moan, having hoped that once Ahsoka had been beaten unconscious it would be the end of her suffering. It was not to be. Dooku walked around the beautifully formed girl kicking and stomping breasts and belly, and lashing kicks into her thighs and ass cheeks.
Ahsoka was destroyed. Dooku left her completely broken, battered beyond any beating Aayla could have imagined. Yet for all the punching there was little blood, just a cut to Ahsoka’s lips, and no broken bones. Since the Paduan, like Aayla herself, was blessed with an extremely resilient body, there were no visible bruises or marks to her stunning body either. With a little cleaning up, physically Ahsoka looked untouched within minutes of the beating.
TBC

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After his work out on Ahsoka, Dooku took a few minutes to compose himself. He had succeeded in hurting her that was obvious as the young Paduan lay completely beaten. Now he had Aayla Secura. She was if anything even more voluptuous than Ahsoka with her stunning 36d 22 36 figure. He could imagine his fists smacking into that body and the damage he could do to her tiny waist and immaculate breasts. She was known to be a fierce fighter with a light sabre, but also known to be severely limited in a fist fight, usually folding to sustained punching to the body. He would be able to beat her senseless at his leisure if he wished, and teach her a lesson in the process.

Dooku let his eyes linger on Aayla's belly admiring its sculpted curves and smoothness.

"Dooku, snap out of it!" called Aurra. "It is my turn now. I was going to entertain you by taking Padme Amidala apart down in the oil pit, but maybe I should take a turn on this beautiful young paduan first", and Aurra dragged Ahsoka's head up from the floor by her hair, seeing the eyes flicker. "See, she is back with us again. Someone throw some water over her!".

"Be my guest" said Dooku. "I am sure you will find time for both Ahsoka and senator Amidala and I look forward to being entertained by both as you decide".

"I'll take both of them to the oil pit and have them prepared!" said Aurra.

TBC

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In the oil pit Aurra predictably beat Padme Amidala. The pretty monokini clad senator was left dazed and broken laying in the oil, after being subjected to a torrent of punches and brutal submission holds from the muscular bounty hunter.

In her element Aurra had revived the young paduan, Ahsoka, and having secured the beauty to a punching rack in the centre of the pit, was hammering her fists into the girl's quivering body with great enthusiasm. Poor Ahsoka moaned and cried as she was beaten, the fists thudding hard into her bared rubbery firm flesh. Her breasts quivered, and her belly shook as Aurra beat these vulnerable targets with precision punches.

Up above Dooku turned to the restrained Aayla Secura and slid his hand around a partially bared breast. Aayla closed her eyes and gasped as Dooku squeezed and flicked at the centre of the orb. It seemed very much like all was lost for the three women. Padme lay in the oil pit beaten senseless. Ahsoka had taken one beating from Dooku and was now being used as a punch bag by Aurra. Aayla Secura was about to suffer a beating from Dooku. Then, a blue hand slid down a thigh to a holster that housed a slender blade. It gently eased the blade free, and with Dooku absorbed completely in mauling Aayla's breast, the arm moved around the count's body, and then there was a thrust, followed by a strangled gasp, as Aayla slid the blade between Dooku's ribs and into his evil heart.

The count sunk to the floor, eyes wide and uncomprehending. Aayla stood back and stared. She had killed Count Dooku. Had she? Would he die? He slid to the ground and with a loud crackle in his throat, he breathed his last.

Aayla looked down at herself. Dooku had torn her top half off. She rid herself of the flapping material and in just her metallic thong ran across the room. She picked up a robe and wrapped it around hherself, then charged down the stairs towards the arena where Aurra Sing was lashing Ahsoka's stunning body with lefts and rights to the ribs, belly and breasts....

Aayla to the rescue to follow

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Aurra was swinging her shoulders blasting lefts and rights into the beautiful Paduan, unaware of Aayla's approach, and just lost in the business of tenderising Ahsoka's stunning body. Ahsoka's head lolled as she was struck, her gorgeous body hung by the wrists, waist pulled taut, belly flat and smooth, navel set in the centre of the belly bared, as are the full round breasts, jutting from the sleek ribcage, firm and rubbery. Aurra lashed away at this gorgeous girl with relish, enjoying feeling her knuckles sinking into the flawless body.

Aayla stopped and took a breath, and witnessed the red leather clad assassin driving a solid punch hard into Ahsoka's taut belly.

"How do you like that?" gasped Aurra as her fist slammed against the bare tummy. Ahsoka mewled in pain and her head rocked back.

"Or this!" said Aurra as she hooked a right into a jutting mound then ground her knuckles into the slick meat before withdrawing her fist and watching the gorgeous orb quiver. The punch made Ahsoka moan softly, a little spittle dribbling from her full lips.

Aurra unleashed another punch which struck the left side of Ahsoka's waspish waist, then another which hammered into her right side.

"This is payback time girlie" grunted Aurra, smashing a punch into Ahsoka's beautifully sculpted belly, then battering the belly on either side of the navel with two more solid punches.

Aayla felt scared. Aurra was an awesome opponent and she really did not know if she could beat her. But she must try. Aurra had already thrashed Padme, who lay unconscious in her shredded outfit nearby, showing all the marks where Aurra's fists had beaten into her body.

She acted. Aayla charged out into the arena and launched herself at Aurra. The crowd roared and for a moment Aurra was confused as to what had caused the roar. Then Aayla's foot connected with the back of her neck and the bounty hunter shot forwards.

Aayla landed lightly and sent a crescent kick into the bigger woman, making her grunt in frustration. Knowing she must take her chance quickly Aayla moved in closer than she would have liked, hoping for a clear shot at Aurra's jaw. Unfortunately for her as she kicked out Aurra's meaty hand shot out and chopped hard into the side of Aayla's extended thigh. Aayla staggered, and Aurra grabbed the thigh and bludgeoned it with her fist making Aayla scream.

Angry at being caught Aurra drew Aayla towards her and drove a crisp hooked punch into the girl's beautiful stomach.

Aayla grimaced and fell to her knees in front of Aurra. The big bounty hunter snarled, held the 19 year old by the hair, and began smashing her face from side to side with her free fist until Aayla had been beaten almost senseless.

Satisfied, Aurra reached out and removed the robe from Aayla. The 19 year old looked fantastic, equal to Ahsoka in every way. Aurra would have some fun now.

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The leather clad bounty hunter hauled the dazed teenager to her feet by her hair and walked her to the nearest wall. The tall red haired amazon pinned the beauty by her throat to the cold stone and let her gaze drift over Aayla's amazing body, drinking in the deliciously taut rubbery firm mounds each beautifully tipped, the smooth flawless skin, sculpted belly, cute girlie navel, those hips and shapely flawless thighs. Aurra almost drooled, allowing her knuckles to caress each slick mound. Aayla's eyes flickered as she came too, tasting a little blood from where Aurra's fist had cut her full lips. She felt Aurra's knuckles against the tip of her left mound, slowly grinding into it, pressing the stub into the slick meat, and she heard the crowd roaring Aurra on.

Aayla breathed deeply, and began to struggle. Aurra laughed contemptuously and drew back her fist. Aayla gasped and tensed her body, and Aurra grunted, and then punched into the 19 year olds lower belly, an inch above the top of her thong. Aayla's eyes moistened and her lips parted, and she wanted to curl up and hold herself but Aurra had her pinned. The big bounty hunter drew back her fist again, and waited while Aayla moaned in anticipation. The area Aurra wanted to work on was completely unprotected and exposed, which was perfect. Aurra punched the flat of her heavy fist against Aayla Secura's lower belly once again and then ground her knuckles into the flawless skin.

Aayla mewled like a kitten and sagged in Aurra's grasp. If she thought Aurra would be satisfied with just a couple of punches into her belly she was mistaken. Aurra Singh was already drawing back her ham like fist again. With a grunt Aurra slammed the fist against the 19 year olds belly, drew it back swiftly, then slammed it against the exposed belly again. In fact Aurra unleashed four more solid rights each one hammering against the firm smooth flesh of Aayla's vulnerable belly.
"You have quite a body Aayla" said Aurra as she moved up a little and began to beat her fist into the teenagers navel and the area just around it.

Aayla saw Padme lying there on the ground still unconscious after her fight with Aurra. She saw Ahsoka still strung up, swaying a little, head lolled forwards. Now she was on Aurra's menu it seemed.

The red haired amazon waded into Aayla's sleek belly and ribs with both fists, the weight of her punches keeping the beauty pinned against the stone wall. the bigger woman hammered punch after punch hard into the 19 year olds gorgeous body, pummeling the girl's stomach and lower belly. The fists thudded again and again into the rubbery firm female flesh, beating the beautiful belly enthusiastically. Aurra grunted as she punched Aayla's stomach and belly, leathering the 19 year old's toned tummy muscles and powering her fists into the curve of her lower belly. After several minutes of beating Aurra stood back, releasing Aayla and watching as the gorgeous girl fell to her knees clutching her beaten mid section.
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The crowd let Aurra know that they wanted more, and the big bounty hunter wasn't about to disappoint them. Reaching down, she hauled Aayla back up and pulled both her arms up above her head, one big hand grasping both of Aayla's wrists. Towering over the beauty, it was easy for Aaura to back the girl back against the wall, stretched taut, arms outstretched above her head. With her free hand, Aurra made a fist, and then began to swing punches into each of Aayla's gorgeous quivering mounds, her knuckles slamming into the hardening tips of each slick mound, driving them into the rubbery meat. The crowd roared louder, delighting in this new attack on the gorgeous 19 year old. Aayla mewled like a kitten helplessly as Aurra worked over each of her exquisitely formed mounds, moving from one to the other, beating each mound in turn. Aayla weakened with each cruel blow, not being designed to take this level of punishment from such a powerful adversary. Aurra licked her lips and maintained the tempo, punching her fist into each firm slick mound again and again. She only stopped to pour a bottle of oil over Aayla's gorgeous body, and then continued where she had left off, lashing Aayla's oily mounds, splattering oil from the tips. Aurra began to mix up her punches, smacking the flat of her fist into the 19 year olds glistening stomach and into the curves of each slippery mound, concentrating on these perfect undefended parts of Aayla's beautiful body. She knew how to soften up female adversaries and enjoyed the one sided onslaught against such a beautiful young opponent. Aayla's belly and her rubbery firm mounds were systematically pummelled as she was held helpless against the wall with her slender arms outstretched.

Apart from pain Aayla felt angry with herself for being so weak. She had been the last chance. A spark remained. Her resilience was legendary and still given half a chance she might find a way into the fight if Aurra tired. It was a big "if". Aayla mewled again as Aurra hurt her with a punch which drove the oiled tip of her left mound an inch into the resilient meat.

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The big bounty hunter found a hook on the wall and slid Aayla up to it so that she could use a little rope to tie the beauty up by her wrists, leaving Aurra with both fists free to work over the 19 year olds undefended belly and breasts. The leather clad red head began to swing punches into Aayla's gorgeous oily body, thudding lefts and rights into the taut belly, smacking lefts and rights into the curves of each quivering mound and pounding each turret like tip into the slick rubbery meat of each delicious mound. Aurra Singh groaned a little with pleasure as she beat up Aayla Secura. She hammered Aayla's glistening breasts and hammered her sculpted belly again and again, beating all signs of resistence from her beautiful opponent.

Then she cut Aayla down and spread her out on the floor, examining her thigh. Soon she was beating the slick shapely thigh with her fist, pulverising the lovely smooth limb and making Aayla mewl again. Flipping Aayla over Aurra began to drive her knee into the girls kidneys, beating the bone hard into the flawless skin of Aayla's lower back. Aurra beat punches too into the 19 year olds back and into her sides, then held her by the hair and ground her face into the floor.

Standing above a writhing helpless Aayla, the bounty hunter began to kick and stomp on the girls belly, sides and lower back. She also kicked her in the thighs hard, and repeatedly sliced kicks into the bare belly. Aayla sobbed and rolled, but Aurra just continued kicking her, her boots thudding into smooth bare flesh.

Aurra dragged the beauty to her knees again and drove a knee into Aayla's left mound drawing a mewl of pain. She tipped her face up with one hand in her hair, and punched across the upturned face. Aayla felt numb. Aurra punched her repeatedly across the face, then lifted the beauty high, paraded her around the ring, and then broke her over her knee in a backbreaker.

Ax handle double fist punches hammered down into Aayla's stomach again and again.

Aurra lifted her again, and threw the girl hard into the wall, driving her face into the stonework.

Aayla came away with blood on her lips and nose. Aurra paraded the beaten beauty all round the arena, clawing at her belly, and still ripping punches into her unprotected and bared mounds. She would never tire of punching Aayla's mounds.

With Aurra reacting to the crowd, and her eyes off Aayla for a moment, the beaten girl flickered to life again. She saw that Padme had raised herself to one elbow, her bared mounds quivering, her belly slick with oil. Padme saw a knife in the dirt where it had fallen during an earlier fight. She began to crawl painfully towards it.

Ahsoka was conscious again too but helplessly restrained and too hurt to do much.

Aayla watched hardly daring to breathe.

Aurra Singh raised an arm in salute to the crowd, looking for Dooku. Then she heard sharp voices raised in alarm and heard a shrill call "Dooku is dead!". Aurra furrowed her brow and began to turn. She saw Padme, wearing just the lower half of her bikini after being half stripped in her fight.
"What?" she managed to say.
Then Padme threw the knife. It flew at Aurra, but she dodged to one side and it clanged against the wall.
Aurra laughed, then made a strange gurgling sound.......
Aayla had grabbed the knife and used it to dramatic effect on Aurra. The big Bounty hunter's eyes dimmed slowly and she sank to the ground.
Ayla slumped to the floor. Padme reached her and pulled her to her knees. The two knelt facing each other, almost touching. Padme leaned forwards into Aayla, there upper bodies touching at the tips of their mounds, then at their bellies, mounds mushroomed together. Padme took Aayla's head and gave her a long slow kiss full on the lips, squirming slightly against her.
"You saved my life you beautiful girl" gasped Padme when she had disengaged from the kiss.

Ahsoka was cut down then. The crowd didn't know what to do, but they left the women alone.

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Padme and Aayla half dragged the limp body of Ahsoka to safety. With Dooku and Aurra Singh both dead there was little or no direction for the guards and in the chaos Aayla and Padme were able to board their ship and get away. There was no sign of pursuit, and Padme and Aayla were able to relax a little. Ahsoka being amazingly resilient was almost recovered, and showing little sign of the punishment she had been made to endure.

there was no spare clothing in the ship so Padme, Aayla and Ahsoka were still dressed only in what they had been wearing on Geonosis.

Padme felt extremely grateful to Aayla for the rescue as she had begun to demonstrate back in the oil pit with her lingering kiss on the 19 year olds lips. In the peace of Aayla's room Padme again expressed her gratitude. Aayla liked Padme and did not mind at all when Padme looped her arm around her waist and pressed against her. With her long hair down like this Padme looked amazing thought Aayla as she felt the senator's belly, thighs and glistening mounds slip and slide against her own, only a thin film of oil between their bodies. Padme placed her lips on Aayla's again, and holding the gorgeous 19 year old's oiled body against her, she kissed her again. While kissing, Padme let her hands smooth over Aayla's glistening ass cheeks and clasped the slick cheeks pulling them against her. She felt her oiled mounds slipping and sliding against Aayla's gorgeous mounds, their tips fencing together, swelling and hardening. Padme drew her lips back but continued working herself against the girl's slippery body, smiling into Aayla's big soft eyes. "I really wanted to thank you so much" said Padme, squeezing a slippery cheek, and slapping a mound against Aayla's mound letting the tips brush.
"You were so brave" she added, dipping her face forwards to kiss Aayla again, a long slow kiss.

"So brave" Padme repeated, stroking and squeezing the 19 year olds belly, and moving her hands and then her lips over Aayla's slick bare torso.

"I had to try to save you and Ahsoka" said Aayla, gasping in surprise as Padme's hands slid around her full firm mounds.

The beautiful senator continued to thank Aayla for another 30 minutes, before eventually leaving with a long wistfull look over her shoulder at the stunning girl. She had never in her life done anything like that before and felt a little self conscious to say the least. Aayla had enjoyed the experience but had been wary of how to respond given the young woman was a senator.

She told Ahsoka about the encounter later, and the young paduan was amazed. She too liked Padme and thought she was stunningly beautiful. In her mind it must have been quite nice to cuddle and kiss her like that. It was something that no doubt would not occur again though once back to base.

So, with all the excitement behind them, the three returned to base with new relationships forged between them. In future Padme did not feel in the least embarrassed to simply walk up to Aayla and smooch her, or to give Ahsoka an appreciate squeeze occasionally.

Anakin Skywalker could hardly believe his eyes when he first witnessed Padme and Aayla kiss, but he soon came to enjoy it and appreciated the relationships Padme had forged while away on her adventure.

The End