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Star Wars: Padmie And The Sand Men
by Grm (grmtheonlyone@yahoo. com)
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This story was inspired by the Star wars films,
especially part 2 Attack of the clones, and the Tusken
raiders or sand people abducting Shmi, Anakin's mother.
In this story it's Padmie. (M+/f, ped, nc, rp, 1st,
sci-fi, parody)
***
Remember readers this fantasy, I do not condone rape in
real life.
***
Part I
Padmie did not know what hit her. A raiding band of
savage sand men had caught her outside the safety of
the compound.
She was young and naive. She should never have been out
on her own. The first the Compound found out she was
missing, she had been gone thee hours. Thirty men set
out to find her. But they searched in vain; the sand
men rarely left a trace on their raids. Even as they
searched, the men knew with sickening understanding why
Padmie had been abducted.
The sand men were savage, bestial animals. They roamed
the wastelands in feral packs. They feared the farmers
laser rifles, and only came close to the compounds for
one reason; women. Few of these unfortunate women were
ever seen again. But the handful that had been rescued,
were in a pitiful state.
Each pack of sand men was at least twenty strong. The
women were raped by all of them; night after night, day
after day. The sexual play thing of a pack of foul,
insatiable brutes. With sinking, despairing thoughts
continued the search for Padmie. Two days now, she had
been in the ravenous clutches of the Tuskans.
She was a beautiful girl, just sixteen, with soft blond
hair, and exquisitely long slender legs. She wouldn't
have stood a chance. The homesteaders knew the longer
it took them to find her. The longer the bestial sand
men would have to rape her.
Padmie had learned the hard way. The sand men were all
over her in seconds, tying her hands and feet, gagging
her. Then carrying her off into the desert. There were
nine of them on this rape raid, another eleven back at
their lair. They were called 'sand men', but they were
more like apes, ugly, fat, brutes, and the coarse hair
that grew on their bodies, crawling with vermin. Their
faces were squashed flat, with gaping nostrils, and
large, lolling, drooling mouths. They had a language,
but to the human ear, it sounded like grunting and
squealing
The group were so excited and aroused by their capture,
they couldn't wait until they got back to their lair.
They wanted sex, and this pretty human girl was going
to provide it. They had only gone a couple of miles,
when they found a dark hollow, screened by rocks,
stunted trees and sand dunes, it was hidden from view.
One sandman was left to watch for any pursuit. The
other eight took Padmie down into the shaded hollow.
They wasted no time, quickly stripping her, violently
tearing her clothes to shreds.
Ounce she was naked, her young exquisite body exposed
to their lewd stare, they threw themselves on her.
Hard, calloused hands rudely explored her pubescent
body. Squeezing and fondling her small, firm, up-tilted
breasts, stroking up her long silken thighs. Grunting
with lust they couldn't wait any longer, and they began
preparing Padmie for sexual intercourse. Despite her
desperate struggles, they threw her to the ground,
untying her wrists.
Pulling her thin arms above her, and re-tying them to a
stake driven into the earth above her head. Six
captured her kicking legs, three took each long limb,
she was helpless against their strength and numbers.
The Tuskens wanted her completely at their mercy, her
young nubile body totally under their control, so that
they could rape her in their favorite way.
Padmie was panting and struggling, unaware what these
animals were intending to do to her. She winced and
cried out as they jerked her legs back, stretching them
out until her knees were past her shoulders. Spreading
them wide apart. As they wrenched her legs into place,
her buttocks lifted and parted, her young pubic mound
with its crown of soft golden curls was thrown upwards.
Padmie caught her breath, as she felt her labia lips
spring open, exposing the tiny pink slit off her vagina
to the leering pack.
Then she saw the first brute rearing in font of her
defenseless, doubled up body. She stared in horror at
his male organ. It was huge, at least ten inches long,
and four around its base. It was ridged with thick,
twisted, veins and at the end of this monster was a
large bloated head. Creased down the middle, a big slit
oozing slime already. The brute wasted no time,
shuffling up on his knees; He pushed his horrible cock
head at her upturned vaginal opening, forcing it
inwards. Her taught pink lips gradually spread and
suddenly his fat knob popped inside.
Digging in, deeper, he rammed and heaved. Jerking his
huge organ into Padmie's tight young vagina. She
screamed and thrashed, fighting the cruel hands that
held her down. But she was helpless against their brute
strength. She was completely at their mercy, as the six
leg holders twitched and pulled, lifting her young body
for deep penetration.
The brute on her grunted with delight. The young
female's sheath was tight and velvety. It caressed his
knob, with tiny soft wrinkles that lined its walls. He
humped hard, seeking her 'plumb', gasping as he reached
it. His bare knob rubbing at the resilient, little dome
or flesh which was her innocent young cervix. It sent
pulses of exquisite pleasure up into his groin.
He felt the little female jerk under him, heard her
gasps of horror and shock in his ear. The others
shifted around, gripping her slim legs, the caressed
her long, silken thighs. Feeling the taught muscles
under the skin, twitch and pull as she tried vainly to
free her legs from their hold, anything to escape the
probing, shocking penetration.
The sand man's huge penis rammed up deep inside her
tummy. It sent shock waves of horror and revulsion
through her slim young body, as he rotated his hips,
rubbing his fat, rubbery cock head over her cervix.
Jabbing at it with jerks of his buttocks. It was the
most, outrageous; intensely intimate act. That few
women enjoyed or consented to. But the sweet, innocent
Padmie was being given no choice, only to be subjected
to this gross vile invasion.
The Sandman began fucking her. In, out, up, down, using
the full depth of her vagina. He came quickly, with the
rabid excitement of gang rape, and the exquisite
sensation or her pubescent sheath, clutching and
caressing his plunging manhood. He came explosively,
his deeply embedded organ kicking inside her, spewing
out huge spurts of hot, glutinous semen.
Padmie was taken unawares, and she cried out in horror
and disgust, as she felt the brutes stinking cum flood
into her body, befouling and dirtying her forever. It
went on and on, his hilted organ jerked again and
again, each time disgorging a huge jet of ropy spunk.
They had to hold her down, as she kicked and squirmed,
heaved and bucked. Crying and gasping in horror and
revulsion;
"OH NO! OH! ... UGHH! ... UGH! ... OH! ... UGH!"
The brutes that gripped her jerking limbs, snorted and
grunted, enjoying the girl's hysterical reaction to
being spunked for the first time.
Finally the Sandman finished his ejaculations, and
tugged his slippery organ from Padmie's defiled body.
She was trembling all over, in reaction to her first
experience of full sexual intercourse. Nothing in her
short life had prepared her for the horror and vileness
she had just been subjected to. Not the gentle, loving
turning, of a girl surrendering her virginity to her
first lover. But the brutal savage invasion of rape, by
a pack of bestial animals, who had no thought for their
beautiful victim. Just to tear their perverted pleasure
from her innocent body.
Even as Padmie lay sobbing and shivering, the next
Sandman was mounting her to begin his turn. His huge,
thick organ rearing up in front of him, as he shuffled
forward on his knees, spreading them each side of her
upturned buttocks. The leg holders gave them a quick
jerk, lifting her, making sure her vagina was aligned
for the deepest penetration. The second Sandman was
pushing his fat cock head into her parted lips of her
vulva. He grunted as he slid into her.
Padmie gasped, shaking her blonde head, "NO! ... NO!
... NO!"
The brutish sandman squealed it felt so good. The young
female's sheath was warm and soft, well lubricated now
with spent semen. He was able to slide deep with ease.
But her vagina was tight, clutching bashfully at his
plunging cock head. Her vaginal walls were ribbed with
pubescent ripples that caressed and titillated his
sensitive glands. He was soon penetrating all the way,
his knob bumping into the firm fleshy protuberance of
her young cervix, and slipping off into the soft
crevices surrounding it.
Padmie cried out each time the brute's cock head
slapped against her cervix, it felt so horrible. Again
and again she tried vainly to avoid each punishing
insertion. Her slim body jerking and heaving, as she
attempted to lift her lower body. But each time she was
slammed down again by the two sand men, who held her
upper thighs, forcing her back on the ground, while two
others held her by her knees, and two more by her
ankles.
The second sandman was speeding up now. Banging into
her again and again, jolting her whole body. This time
she knew what was coming. She fought them with renewed
vigor, panting and gasping:
"NO! ... NO! ... STOP!"
The brute went rigid, forcing his large cock all the
way up her. Where it kicked hard, and a huge flood of
hot, sticky slime spurted into her vagina. Padmie could
fee his filth pouring into her, vile and gluey,
stinking, gunk polluting and impregnating her. She
gasped in horror and revulsion.
"UGH!"
Again, like the first, it went on and on. His cum was
endless. Much more than any human would produce. Even
as he finally finished, a third sandman was ready.
Crouching over them, wanking his ten-inch erection. The
sand men were changing places. One was always on watch,
six held Padmie's long legs while one was fucking her,
and the next waited his turn.
The vicious, perverted sand men were experts in the
brutal technique of gang rape. Each rape was followed
so quickly by the next, that it was one long,
ceaseless, ugly, unnaturally deep and intensely
intimate act of sexual intercourse.
A third abnormally long penis was sliding into Padmie's
sixteen-old body. She jerked as she realized what was
happening.
"PLEASE GOD STOP!"
The sandman grunted with delight, as he pushed his
organ into the girl. She was slippery with spent semen,
so his cock slid deep with ease. But her youthful
vagina was still tight and sweet. Hugging him in an
exquisite embrace. The tiny corrugations that lined her
pubescent sheath, teased and grabbed innocently at his
plunging cock head.
He shoved deeper, settling on top of her small parted,
upturned buttocks, his hairy thighs each side, he was
able to thrust in as far as he wanted. He felt the girl
under him, twitch and shudder, he could hear her
panting gasps of outrage, then she cried out and
bucked, as his cock head smacked into her cervix for
the first time. He began a rhythm, drawing back his
knob until it was just retained inside the girl's
taught vaginal lips, then driving all the way up again,
thrusting up against her cervix.
His heavy were testicles slapping at her upturned anus.
The full length of his cock enveloped in exquisite,
velvety folds. Even as his intercourse preceded, the
others were preparing for the next one. The previous
rapist took over holding her left ankle from another
sandman, who quickly scuttled round behind the bobbing
buttocks of the third rapist.
Part II
The ugly, brutish sand man crouched, shifting from foot
to foot as he watched his fellow savage rape the young
human female, stroking his huge erection with pent up
excitement and frustration as he waited for his turn,
it had been twenty five minutes since the first of them
had tasted her body, he had had to wait while seven
others took their turn, finally the eighth was grunting
and squealing as he came.
The beast was on Padmie in a second shoving his
bursting organ into her slippery sheath, he slammed
into her a dozen times and came. Even after nine had
cruelly raped her she still kicked and struggled, as
the last one emptied his balls into her body. Then it
was over, and the sand men prepared to continue their
journey back to their camp.
Padmie was pulled to her feet, she could hardly stand,
her legs trembled like a fawn's, she felt nauseous,
filthy, glutinous semen drooled down the inside of her
thighs. The sand men quickly tied her wrists and
ankles, and she was unceremoniously thrown over a hairy
shoulder.
Some hours later the group were walking into their
camp. Padmie, who had lapsed into unconsciousness, was
just coming round. To her horror she saw the
inhabitants emerging from the crude huts that made up
the encampment, there were at least a dozen and she
couldn't see any females among them. She was still
aching and sore from the abuse she had received
earlier, her heart thumped in her chest in panic, she
was paralysed with fear, she couldn't take anymore!
The new sand men gathered round, whooping and squealing
with excitement. The brute who had been carrying her,
dropped her at their feet. Padmie was surrounded by a
dozen gibbering beasts, who scooped her up, two held
her arms, while the rest jostled and pushed at each
other, as they fought to get at her, snorting and
grunting.
Padmie jerked and screamed as her lovely naked body was
covered in rough exploring hands. Her small pert
breasts were grasped by paw after paw, squeezed and
fondled, while others stroked up her long beautiful
thighs, massaged her firm round buttocks.
Padmie writhed and cried out, the brutes were really
rough with her, their hard hands bruising and
scrapping, their dirt caked fingernails raking her
soft, smooth skin. There was a bellowed order, and the
frenzied, lewd assault, slowly stopped.
The sniggering excited pack dragged and half carried
Padmie into the dark, malodorous interior of one of the
animal hide huts. In the center of the hut was a frame
of wooden poles, leather thongs hung from it in various
places. This was to be the instrument of horror and
degradation for Naimh, where she was about to suffer
the worst nightmare for any woman.
Once she was strapped to this sinister frame, she would
be at the mercy of 21 horrible, insatiable brutes. Who
would use her young body for their perverted,
outrageous appetites.
Before she knew what was happening the ugly beasts,
untied her wrists and ankles and lifted her into the
frame. Padmie fought and kicked, but there were so many
of them, and they quickly lashed her tight. She was
suspended at waist height, her arms were pulled back,
wrists tied to the frame above her head, leather thongs
were wrapped around her thighs, knees and ankles, her
legs stretched back and out, she groaned in discomfort,
her thighs were spread so wide they ached. She
struggled impotently, sobbing and whimpering, as the
stinking, verminous brutes gathered around her, strung
out, offered body.
The insatiable brutes, took turn after turn, raping the
helpless, delectable human, continuously all through
the night, even after Padmie had passed out.
Next day Padmie slowly regained consciousness. Her
whole body ached from head to toe, her stomach throbbed
with pain. Between her legs she felt sloppy and raw.
Then it came back to her, the pain, the horror, the
revulsion. She heaved, doubling up as she emptied the
contents of her stomach on the earthen floor, she
looked up and saw the rape frame, leather throngs
hanging from it like vile foliage.
Padmie shuddered and convulsed as she retched ounce
more. That evil foul contraption, designed by the
merciless sand men to restrain their female captives in
a way that her body was presented for the deepest
penetration by Tusken cocks.
Already it was beginning to get dark outside the hut,
with a jolt of fear, she heard them coming for her
again.
The end
Grm 2004
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