Webs Betwixt Stars 3 (Patreon)

I admit, I was curious what was so special about this woman that warranted both her being auctioned off and being considered valuable enough that there was a dedicated Company Mission for her retrieval. The thawing process was a bit less exciting to watch than it was in Return of the Jedi, but when it finished, I freely admit that my jaw dropped and my eyes bugged out. Holy fuck, I took a mission that was going to lead me cucking Vader?

Because falling out of the slab into my arms, was the very much alive Padme Amidala. Her hair and skin were wet from the unfreezing process, her entire body shaking, but she was just as hot as I remember thinking she was when I first watched the prequel trilogy. God dayum, this was going to be amazing!

“Where… where am I?” she asked, her eyes managing to focus despite her obvious blindness.

“You are on my ship, you’ve been frozen in carbonite for some time and were up for auction by a hutt on the planet Florrum,” I told her, reaching down and easily scooping her into a princess carry.

“How long have I…” she began, but I cut her off as I carried her to the Captain’s Quarters.

“Not sure, I was paid to ruin the hutt’s auction,” I told her, omitting leaving out several key details. I’d wanted to say that I didn’t know who she was, but the words made my throat lock up as soon as I tried to say them. Giving that up, I instead tried a different approach, “May I know the name of the lovely lady?”

She was quiet for several moments, before saying, “Tove, I was one of the maids in the Senate Tower.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Tove. You can call me Peter,” I said with a grin, the fact that she was blind the only reason I wasn’t suppressing it. “I realize you’ve been in hibernation for quite a while, but why don’t you get some proper sleep? It’ll be a week before we drop out of hyperspace, currently en route to Dantooine.”

I placed her down on the bed, something telling me to brush my fingers a certain way along her spine and the back of her knees as I pulled away. She didn’t respond, but I had a sneaking suspicion that it was Sticky Fingers at work, reacting to my desire to not only fuck her, but also to have her denounce her husband and even go so far as to serve up her own daughter to me.

Fuck, the mental image of Padme holding open Leia’s legs while begging me to make her a grandmother had my cock so hard right now. Time to pull a tactical retreat! Pulling away from the bed, I made my way to the door and said, “You rest up, there’ll be food waiting when you wake up, I guarantee it’ll be the best you’ve had.”

With that, I closed the door, put my back against it, and took a deep breath. Fuck, it was going to be so hard to wait until she was able to see so I could start hypnotizing her. But before that, I needed to both make some food and figure out just what the hell had kept me from lying to her. So with that, I made my way to the closest thing the ship had to a kitchen, pulling out the ingredients for a steak dinner while also grabbing my phone to read up on my various purchases.

I let the Company perk guide me as I cooked, letting it make the meal addictive for when our local guest recovered. At the same time, my eyes sped read through the various documents and files on the phone describing how the various perks worked. It wasn’t until I reached the part about Patrons that I found the reason.

“That explains it,” I muttered. Apparently having a Fae Patron meant that I wasn’t able to tell direct falsehoods anymore. I could still deceive, misdirect, and tell lies of omission or tell the truth in such a way the other person would come to the wrong conclusion, but I couldn’t out and out lie. “Annoying, but manageable.”

“What smells so good and what’s annoying?” MJ asked fervently looking away from the holotable.

I smirked at her, enjoying the flush to her face, before answering, “Nerf steak basted with butter and alderaanian thyme with a side of the local equivalent of mac and cheese. As for what’s annoying, I don’t think that’s something you need to worry about.”

She raised an eyebrow at me, clearly unimpressed, but to my satisfaction all she said was, “Well you are in charge.”

“Good girl,” I told her, glad that the hypnosis app was working as advertised. “Now come here, the possibilities from our guest have got me horny, and you’re going to take care of it.”

She hesitated, but after a few seconds hesitation, made her way over. I smiled, oh yes, I was so glad I picked the hypnosis app.

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“Thanks for the meal,” Gwen said as she collected the dishes. “I’ll have the slut clean everything up.”

“Once you do,” I told her, pulling out my phone and turning to the Missions tab, “get over here and help me pick out our next mission.”

Hearing an affirmative, I started skimming through the various missions. After a moment, I pulled up the filters and narrowed it down to Dantooine. I was already en route, might as well focus on it. Most of them were pretty basic, obtaining certain livestock or other foodstuffs, the sort of thing you’d expect from an agriworld. But there were two that caught my eye.

On the Shoulders of Legends

Scope: Grand

Location: Dantooine, Kashyyyk, Manaan, Tatooine, Korriban, Lehon

Objective: Follow the trail of the Jedi Revan to the Star Forge

Conditions: Complete before the Battle of Yavin IV

Rewards: The Star Forge Catch-A-Ride, 500 Company Credits

Long May He Reign

Scope: Grand

Location: Star Wars Galaxy

Objective: Become Emperor of at least 51% of the galaxy

Conditions: May only use powers/technology native to the Star Wars Galaxy

Rewards: The Death Star II (completed) Catch-A-Ride, 500 Company Credits

I stared at the two Grand missions. On the one hand, what little boy didn’t want a Death Star? On the other hand, good god was the Star Forge the better superweapon. Wait, the Help Desk was a thing, right? I needed to see if I could get both. The Company was immediately proving to have better customer service than any I’d called before, because almost as soon as I had the phone to my ear there was an answer.

“You’ve reached The Company Help Desk, what seems to be the issue?” came the bored voice.

“I have two Grand Scope Missions in front of me, I’d like the rewards from both, can I take them at the same time?” I asked.

“One moment…” they said. After maybe five seconds, they answered, “I am not seeing any reason you can’t accept and work towards both simultaneously. Was there anything else?”

“Just a question: Long May He Reign says that I’m only allowed to use powers and tech native to the Star Wars Galaxy, how’s my Possess origin factor into that?” I asked. There was no point in taking the mission if I’d auto fail the moment Spidey Sense went off.

“Let me check your file… You chose to Possess a standard Peter Parker, Spider-Man, correct?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, normally you wouldn’t have qualified for the mission at all, but I suppose that someone in charge of mission distribution must have felt that Spider-Man’s powers are close enough to those of a physically focused Force Sensitive. I will flag your file for further review just to make sure, but my instinct says that you will probably be fine.”

Not the hard yes or no I’d been hoping for, but I’d take it. With that call done, I immediately accepted both Grand missions and turned my focus to my next major issue. That being figuring out how to go about twisting Padme until she was wrapped around my dick.

Obviously, I’d be making heavy use of the hypnosis app, but it wasn’t quite that simple. I needed to figure out how I was going to punch through her breakpoints, and what I wanted her to be when I was finished. MJ was cocksleeve and broodmare, Gwen was my number two and switch dominatrix, but that didn’t answer what Padme’s role will be. Obviously I’ll be putting a baby or two into her, but having her a second baby factory seemed like a waste.

“Peter?” Gwen’s voice pulled me out of my musings. I glanced over to her and, seeing she had my attention, she asked, “Something wrong?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” I told her with a slight chuckle. “Just planning ahead. Specifically regarding our ‘guest’ sleeping in my bed.”

“Ah,” she said with a nod. “How many brats are you going to make her pop out?”

“At least four,” I answered immediately. “I’ve got to make sure I give her more kids than her husband did.”

Gwen chuckled, “What do you have planned for her beyond that?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” I told her. “She’s an idealist who lived through being the leader of a planet when it was invaded, then a number of years as a planetary senator, then three years of a secret marriage all while a galactic scale war was being waged. I honestly wasn’t expecting her to be one of the available captures, given that she canonically died a few years ago giving birth.”

“And her husband?” Gwen asked curiously.

“Evil space wizard and the primary enforcer to the current regime. His weapon of choice is to either use space magic to choke you from a distance or carve you to pieces with his plasma sword,” I answered.

“Plasma, like… blood?” her question was slightly nervous this time.

“Like ‘cook symbiotes into charcoal’ plasma,” I said with a deadpan expression.

“Ah…” was all she said, her face slightly pale. Well, paler than usual. I chuckled at the expression on her face, before turning my focus back to the matter at hand.

“Given how one of the two Grand Missions involves being made an emperor, I’ll probably give her some sort of political position. Hell, I’ll have to decide how I’m going to organize my empire in the end as well. I definitely don’t want to be the one responsible for handling the minutiae of day to day ruling,” I said wryly. “Maybe I’ll take a page from the old Sith, have a Council that oversees the majority of the running of my empire.”

“Not Rome?” Gwen asked with a raised eyebrow.

“‘Etu, Brutus?’” I quoted. Admittedly, that was a bit hypocritical given how the Sith tended to suffer from Chronic Backstabbing Disorder, but with the Sith it was at least expected. “More than that, we’ll need to do some searching around, I vaguely remember there being some kind of artifact that can empower people with the Force. I want to say it belonged to one of the ancient Sith Lords, from before they went to war with the Republic.”

“So on top of this Star Forge thingy, we’re also looking for a relic that can make the three of us Force Sensitive?” she asked, suddenly very eager.

“That’s the plan,” I said with a nod.

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Padme stumbled out of the bedroom a few hours later, her coordination much better but her vision still shot. What this resulted in was me heating up some leftovers, then cutting it up for her. She was still able to properly feed herself, which meant I missed out on an opportunity and excuse to plant her in my lap, but I was willing to be patient.

All the same, we had a chat, and I ‘learned’ that the last thing she remembered was the Separatist Council having been killed, which let me tell her that she’d been frozen for the last four-five years. In another day or two, she’d hopefully have her vision back and I could start on her hypnosis. MJ and Gwen, at this point, were both back to watching the hypnosis app, by the time we arrived on Dantooine, I’d almost certainly have had enough time to fully break them in.