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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Star Wars: Padmie And The Sand Men by Grm (grmtheonlyone@yahoo. com) *** 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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - TV, Sitcom & Movie Archive