The Sentencing
Leia, still struggling from Jabba, tossed caution to the wind and blurted out, "I'm here!"
Bah! Jabba shouted, finally removing his groping hand- but keeping a firm grip on her chain as he snarled something to Threepio, who turned slowly to the captives.
"Oh dear. The great Jabba the Hutt has declared that you are terminated... immediately."
"Good, I hate long waits," Hand said . Leia had a smile briefly at this.
Salacious Crum burst out laughing.
"You therefore to be taken to the Dune Sea," Threepio continued, "and cast into the Pit of Carkoon. The nesting place of the almighty Sarlaac.
"That doesn't sound so bad," Han's response. Leia wished he would stay silent at times like this.
There was a slurping sound behind Leia, and Jabba tugged her chain, a silent reminder of her place.
"In his belly, you will find a new definition of pain and suffering." Threepio lectured, "as you are slowly digisted over a... thousand... years."
Great, Leia thought.
"On a second thought let's pass on that huh? Han asked.
Luke coolly said, "You should have bargained, Jabba."
Much like when he first caught her and Han, Jabba bellowed, "Take them away."
The crowd pushed at the three captives, and everyone moved in a wave, heading towards the exits. Leia strained to see where they were being taken. The last thing she heard Luke say as he was pushed out was, "That's the last mistake you'll ever make."
Jabba started laughing, and yanked hard on Leia's chain. She fell back against Jabba, watching helplessly as her friends were brought a new threat. Jabba's hand found her shoulder again, and Crumb crackled by Jabba's twitching tail. Leia kept watching the crowd leave. Leia closed her eyes, thinking to herself, if he was listening: I hope your right.
Board the Sail Barge
Just as Jabba's hand made contact with Leia's heaving upper chest, Bib Fortuna came up to the dais, anxious to confirm preparations for the barge execution. Jabba withdrew his hand, although somewhat reluctantly and turned to give instructions to he majordomo. Leia, much relieved at not being subjected to more of Jabba's groping, started to sit up, but the sight of Jabba's pet sitting just to the other side of the Hutt's tail made her reconsider and lay back down against Jabba's belly, giving the loathsome lizard monkey the irrated glare she usually reserved for Han, whom she desperately wished to be standing next to her rather than chained to the throne of this gluttonous blob. Han looked all right while the death sentence passed, but it was obvious he had not regained his sight, which for a moment was glad of in light of her current state, which was not one she would want to be of the last man she loved would ever see. She turned her head to look up at Threepio, who was now addressing the audience in the throne room.
"Oh, ah, His Excellency The Great Jabba the Hutt invited all you to join him on his Sail Barge to witness the carrying out of the sentenced passed on the prisoners.
Leia looked up at Threepio with a profound feeling of pity, despite his programming to obey each and every command, it could not have been for Threepio to translate such a message regarding people he had recently served so loyally over the past three years. She hoped that he and Artoo, wherever he was, would not be forgotten during the rescue. If there was a rescue. If there was a rescue, she thought, rather apprehensively. Jabba looked to be committing more than half the guards in the palace to his gruesome event, or at least that's how it looked from how many surrounding Luke, Han, and Chewie. Luke's plan had almost certainly failed, yet she noticed that he was smiling as he said those last words to Jabba before being taking out. Had he gone completely mad, facing Jabba down like that? What could he possibly have hoped to accomplish? The courtiers spilled out of the throne room in an orderly fashion, although somewhat hurried, as the best spots on the barge to watch the execution would surely be snapped up quickly. Before she realized it, she and Jabba were alone.
An icy shiver of fear crept up her spine as she felt a sharp tug on her chain, her signal to rise. as she had become accustomed to obey over the past month in captivity, and she did so now and turned to face the Hutt, standing on the edge of the dais. Jabba looked her up and down, narrowing his eyes and grinning widely, giving Leia a view of his sickly green gums behind those ugly thin lips. She turned her head away, as she had not yet gotten used to this sight and did not believe she ever would if she were to remain his slave, which now seemed like very real possibility to her. Jabba pulled the chain taut, causing her body to lurch forward and press against his, and then wrapped his free arm around her waist, hugging her belly, hips, and legs against his massive sluggish hide, As if out of sheer protective instance, her back arched as she glared at him in a staunch defiance. He seemed to like this demeanor on her, and all he could do then was chuckle, shaking her body to its core with laughter.
Maybe he's just tired from the party last night, she thought hopefully. Or maybe he's just saving the worst for later.
"Master Jabba!" cam a voice, and Leia turned.
It was the redheaded dancer
What did she want?
As if reading Leia's mind, the blue clad woman said, " I wish to come with you on the Sail Barge." She walked up to the throne gazing up at Jabba with a weird twinkle in her eyes. If Leia didn't know any better, she'd think the dancer was insisting she come. To Jabba, though? Hardly likely.
Jabba said nothing, and Leia turned back to him. His eyes had narrowed, his huge nostrils flared, but he remained silent, still clutching Leia to himself.
" I would make great company, "the woman added.
Jabba was nonplussed. After a moment, he spoke. "I already have this slave." Leia bristled at this, and for a moment almost wished Jabba would leave her behind in favor of the strangely enthusiastic woman. But no, that would do no good, if Luke somehow escaped with the others, they'd have to first come back go the palace and pick her up; no, she had to keep close to her friends as possible. Jabba squeezed her lower waist, pressing her pelvis closer to his belly. I'd rather not keep this enemy closer, Leia thought, though she knew she had no choice in the case.
"But Jabba, " the woman said, and suddenly climbed atop the throne with such grace it was almost like she floated. She rose and stepped right beside Leia, all but touching the Hutt. " You know I can, ah..." her eyes twinkled as she smiled, making Leia suppress a flinch, "...give you a good time." She glanced briefly at Leia. "Where as you're still working on this one." Leia wasn't sure what to make of this.
"You can come, but this one is my slave and my princess." Jabba followed by some kind of proposition, but Leia couldn't place the words.
"But she knows her friends are dying," the woman said. "She doesn't have to actually watch."
"Bah!" Jabba barked and licked his lips (a droplet or two pelting Leia's neck). That seemed to silence the dancer, and he said nothing else for a moment.
Leia wasn't sure what was more frightening: all this talk of her friends getting killed...or his dancers macho attitude towards her Master. Her Master, Leia thought.
"You know," the woman said, in a voice that dripped calm, cool suggestion like honey, as she moved closer, her robe brushing Leia's flesh as she pressed her own lower abdomen against Jabba's belly, "I can be very cooperative..."
Leia frowned, what the hell was she talking about?
Suddenly, the woman leaned into Leia and slipped an arm around her waist, just above Jabba's. Leia had no time to react; the woman leaned in and kissed her, fully on the lips. Leia blurted and snatched her head back, there lips separating with a soft wet sound. The woman chuckled faintly, eying Leia, and glanced at Jabba. He licked his lips again.
The Hutt spoke commandingly, and the woman slowly pulled away, frowning. Jabba continued, ending with a slow soft purr, his eyes narrow. Leia felt his arm tighten around her wait for a moment, and Leia felt his tail brush her ankle just as the woman's hand slid up and down her bare lower back. Leia shuddered, quivering in his flabby folds, as he suddenly realized the proposition and agreement.
It was then that Leia caught just a quick glimpse of the woman's face. Some kind resentment, for Jabba, for her, for everything. it seemed, but then it passed and she laughed. "Sure thing, she said. She jumped off the throne, stepped away, and turned to Leia. " I will be on the sail barge making sure your friends don't do anything."
She watched the woman fearfully as she strutted in with the rest of the crowd. Leia's mind raced. If Luke Fails, she thought, he, Han, Chewie and who knows who else will be dead. And I'll be stuck here.
There was a shudder as the throne's repulorlift coils reactived, and the room seemed to move around the. Disorienting Leia for a moment. As Jabba drove the throne out of the room, he began to grope her body. Leia turned her head away and closed her eyes, as her bikini was discarded and air and the slime met flesh in lecherous reunion as the Hutt took her. She could only pray that the table could still yet be turned.
As if she had not been molested and humiliated enough, Jabba continued to grope Leia. She squeezed her eyes shut against the scene. Jabba had no idea how much this angered her, especially considering that he did so openly in front of his couriers, who laughed, cheered and jeered at them as they boarded the Sail Barge. After he was done, the throne was rolled into position on the lower deck, he let her dress and sit on the base of his tail. The barge lifted off the ground and turned out from the hangars, into the dunes.
Journey to the Pit of Carkoon
Leia sitting by Jabbba's side, sitting on the base of his mighty tail, her rear silk skirt flowing down the back of Jabba's tail, Jabba felt Leia's tight, round buttocks against his tail,as her front silk skirt went down in between her legs exposing them. Beside her sat two Jawas next to the scantly clad princess as well, one of whom was fanning her mockingly before the Hutt and his men.
Jabba kept Leia on an extremely short tether while he was slowly going down Leia's naked back with his finger against her spine, who gazed at his luscious prize. Jabba got to her birthmark on her lower right back his finger went in circles around it as he found every part of Leia attractive. The guards, men, and guests spoke of his impressive domination of the princess. Leia looked at them with a look of giving up. Leia felt the cold metal chain against her naked back as Jabba played with it reminding her where her place was. The princess gulped as she sat on Jabba's tail, which was surprisingly firm. Since she knew it was packed with several layers of powerful muscle necessary to propel the Hutt on and off his throne and able to move, but due to his laziness stayed on his throne. Leia could feel the Hutt's life force firing through his nerves and twitching muscles, running from the base of his tail where she was sitting.
Salacious hopped on Jabba's tail next Leia. Leia found Salacious revolting ever since Jabba captured her a month ago. She hated that he was always next to her groping her and mocking her and not letting her sleep at night. Right when he got beside Leia he started running his finger from her ample round, tight buttocks, to her waist slowly moving up to her tight stomach up to her navel going around it a few times, then working his way up to her bra. Leia hated it, she felt like a piece of meat. Salacious stopped and started talking to Jabba to which Leia could not understand but they both looked at her lustfully, but she knew it was about her.
As the party continued, Jabba took a sadistic pleasure using Leia as the star attraction during the trip. The Hutt took great pride in showing her off. Leia sitting on Jabba's tail looking down at her legs, as no matter what she did trying to cover them with the silk would move. The experience reminded her of a time when she had been forced to sit in front of guests as they admired her beauty at a gathering in Alderaan. As Bib played with her ponytail, the memory only became vivid. She remembered there had been one servant that spent so much time doing hair, the servant stroked her hair with a brush, only to find another tangle. The bikini she wore was nothing she's ever have worn in her life.
If it wasn't bad enough she did not like the way she appeared. Instead of the innocent appearance of a princess, Leia looked like a whore. Instead of the wealthy princess tended to by her own servants, she was reduced to the lowest social rank of them all... a slave. Far from the concealing dresses she wore, her gold bikini left little to no imagination. And it left Leia exposed. After all those years of service to the Rebel Alliance, she faced a possibility that she might spend the rest of her life as Jabba's slave. Bib finished touching Leia and flung the ponytail over Leia's shoulder.
Hutts were well known for the way they dressed their slaves to enhance their appearance, but the outfit Leia wore... its only purpose was to expose every inch of her beauty. The gold brassiere it didn't comfort her as it covered the top half of her breasts as the bottom of her breasts are exposed as it accentuated them showing cleavage pushing them together like a push up bra, as the bra cups only covered half her breasts. The brassiere left her back, shoulders, belly, and even her upper curves of her hips completely exposed, while also exposing her birthmark on her lower right back, as a pair of thin black strings ran across her back in an X shape, from her shoulders to under the opposite arm, holding her top in place, and was a little loose, but likely that was the idea.
Jabba had her hair done in a rather big bun pulling her hair back from her face as it was held in place by two gold hair clips that resembled a crown showcasing Leia's status as a princess, and from the bun her hair was done into a long braid secured by a gold hair fastener that dangled suggestively across her shoulder going down to her navel, which symbolized she was a tease, to be shown off.
Leia was also given gold earrings to wear. They had a curious triangular shaped that met at the bottom. Leia had make-up put on her, which included dark red lipstick which symbolized she was a woman with overtly feminine power, on her lips, mascara and eyeliner, plus a bluish eye shadow and plenty of blush on her cheeks, all emphasizing her feminine beauty and sensuality.
The most embarassing aspect of all, however, were the skirts, or...was it even enough to constitute such a word? The lower piece consisted of two wide gold crescent moon Chastity plates covering her front hung suspended just above her pelvis and top half of her buttocks, which were joined together by hip fasteners, loops of gold which formed and open oval, providing a tantalizing view of Leia's flanks which were a bit loose. Leia found it absurd that Jabba had such an expensive outfit made especially for her. Leia did not like the design on the front plate, which portrayed a uterus and ovaries. It was as if the very thing meant to conceal her nudity symbolically exposed her for all to see.
Leia also disliked the upper arm band as it resembled a snake which was a symbol of rebirth and favorite slave to Jabba, the second was an armlet with a hole in the middle which carried significance in the Huttese culture and also.
Leia wore some peanut-colored skin boots, which were made from the hide of a Jerba and outlined with gold. She hated how well they went with the rest of her outfit, but they did keep her feet warm.
When she became Jabba's slave she wore a gold collar to match her gold bikini. The collar had a loop extension where the chain was attached. The collar itself was made specifically for Leia and fit tightly around her neck, Thus even when Jabba wasn't pulling on her chain, Leia could still feel the collar around her neck. The collar's constant presence instilled a slave consciousness in Leia.
The outfit was uncomfortable. The purple Lashaa silk flowed to just about her ankles. Resembling a split-skirt, they didn't conceal much beyond her inner legs, but exposing her legs at the same time and the sides of her butt cheeks, Leia wore nothing underneath, leaving her exposed underneath, with only the silks being her coverage covering only the ultimate regions of her womanhood - barely - and tracing a hint of privacy down the centers of her legs on either side.
An announcement was made over the sail barge's intercom; they were halfway to the Pit of Carkoon. Everyone cheered as Leia was giving up in her mind about being rescued, sitting there half naked, chained to the vile Hutt sitting on his tail. Jabba licked his lips and yanked hard on Leia's chain in excitement. The princess watching in helpless terror, with her lower body on Jabba's tail, he curled it up more so she was more comfortable lying back, she lay on his body, next to his right arm as her body was twisted a bit to the left exposing some of her naked back. Her rear silk now on Jabba's curled up tail, flowed horizontally across his tail exposing her butt cheeks. The front silk remained dangling in front of Jabba's tail exposing her legs as she had her right leg dangling off the base of his tail and the other on his tail but with her knee slightly off it, lying back in the z leg position.
Leia watched the crowd cheering as Jabba's hand found its humiliating destination her shoulder and rubbing the part of her back that was not against his back and then back to Leia's shoulder. She closed her eyes in abhorrence for a moment, with a worried face; her cheek was on Jabba's flesh while feeling the cold chain. Leia giving up, Jabba moved his curled up tail further in, forcing Leia to move her upper body next to Jabba's sluggish armpit, but still lying in the z leg position. Her naked back now fully against Jabba's body. Jabba admired her scantily clad body.
The part of having so many people staring at her which really agitated Leia was the face that so few of them were human. The Gamorians were absolutely repulsive to her, which made it uncomfortable to watch as they stared in her general direction. All of Jabba's men and guests found her alluring.
Salacious spent the next several minutes focused on Leia, the little creature was determined to harass the scantly clad Leia. Salacious pointed at something on top of the ceiling above her and Jabba, but she refused to look back. She felt something wet and slimy brush across her left shoulder... she thought it was Jabba, but Jabba had he hand on her right shoulder. Reacting to the disgust of having saliva slobbered on her body, Salacious took the opportunity to sneak up on a distracted Leia. Staring at the thin black string holding the top in place, Salacious couldn't resist the chance to take it off.
Sensing the creature trying to take it off, Leia knocked him away. Having failed to remove her top, and with his eyes fixed on her, Salacious realized she couldn't do anything about it, Salacious started his advance, moving his hand closer to Leia's exposed butt cheeks, Leia lying still lying on Jabba put her hand into a fist. Leia's collar abruptly pulled back around her neck choking the poor princess. Leia gasped for air as she hated being put on such a short leash. Choking and gasping for air, Leia grabbed her collar with her two hands trying to pull it away from her neck. Despite her effort Leia continued fighting against the collar, just wishing she could break herself free.
Once Crumb realized he was safely in Leia's reach, he groped her naked leg and butt cheeks. Jabba's newest most prized slave grasping the collar around her neck, She stared at Jabba as he pulled on the chain more. Crumb unfortunately had a sick sense of humor, enjoying her humiliation, as she knew Leia wanted to kill him, but also that she was on a leash. Crumb simply laughed at her misfortune.
Leia gave Crumb such a virulent look, which only got more intense as he began laughing, while he moved his hand underneath her front skirt. Seeing such a creature that took joyous pleasure at her expense.. Leia wanted nothing more than to hurt the little monkey lizard as he groped her.
Suddenly Leia felt that tongue again on her navel. Between Crumb and that tongue, Leia moved her upper body further up Jabba's now her upper body lying in front of him as her lower body was slightly turned the opposite way, exposing part of her back once again. It was then she realized it wasn't Jabba. The long tongue was hanging from something right above her. She looked up and found a creature hanging from the ceiling, unaware that it was a sapient creature called Ghoel.
Jabba stopped pulling on her chain and moved his hand inside Leia's bra touching her firm breasts, Leia had been lying against Jabba as she did not have leverage to pull away from him, because he constantly pulled her chain. Actually enjoying her humiliation, Jabba chuckled as the scantly clad slave princess lied on his back, slowly starting to give up. Looking down onto Leia "Ghoel has a wicked tongue, my beautiful princess. He only licks people he likes... Which means he must like you."
Leia thinking to herself, lustfully liking me, oh how she hated her outfit. Leia found it difficult to maintain her composure in the presence of a giant slug that handled her like a piece of meat. She wasn't willing to have a close friend die because she was too embarrassed to wear a gold bikini and be Jabba's slave girl for a month.
Unfortunately, it made her predicament that much worse. And the more Jabba touched her, the more resentment she had towards Han. Jabba's stubby hand began to descend to her stomach, feeling those stubby fingers rubbing her tight stomach, going around her navel, Jabba was saying something but Leia could not understand him. The guests looked Leia's molestations. Leia had shown false obedience on several occasions since her introduction to her new life.
She heard stories of the Hutts enslaving woman at sixteen years old, forcing them to be his entertainment and his personal slave girl, with no sympathy towards them only treating them like property and saleing them off and buying new ones.
Jabba spoke very passionately to her in Hutteese. " Now, my princess, all well be well as soon as your powerful friends are executed." Laughing at her demise. Leia wanted nothing more than to get away from Jabba. She just remained silent as she lay there with part of her body on Jabba's curled up tail and her upper body against Jabba's flesh by his armpit, with her lower body partially twisted exposing her rear for everyone to see.
Knowing he had Leia's interest, Jabba patted the side of her face in an affectionate way. As his palm touched her left cheek, Leia hating every moment of this. Jabba noticed the way Leia's face scrunched up and thought it would be amusing to continue patting her cheek to great excess.
The gesture wasn't the least bit hurtful, but it drove Leia to the most extreme levels of annoyance as he did it to great excess. Moments enduring the Hutt's palm against her cheek. Leia's face began turning red, and Jabba chuckled from the amusement.
Having lied against Jabba for while on his throne. Leia closed her eyes desperately sought to regain her composure. With no idea what Jabba had in store for her, all that she could do was recuperate from the incidents of psychological trauma. This was no doubt the most unpleasant experience she had ever gone through and what have to endure, and Leia knew she needed to accept what was probably inevitable. Being Jabba's property meant that she could be violated in any way at any moment, from what she had experienced this past month.
It wasn't fear so much as dread that went through her mind. Leia knew she would have to live through this hellish place, yet couldn't know for certain what condition she'd be in after it was over. The problem pleasing Jabba did nothing to help Luke's rescue effort. She cringed inside, deeply regretting freeing Han and getting caught. Maybe Jabba might have captured her in any event, but at least it wouldn't have been due to any fault of her own. Ever since the capture she couldn't stop cursing herself for falling into such an obvious trap.
Jabba loosened his grip on her leash, he gestured to her to sit in front of him on the throne. The princess shuffled in her place on the throne, on the pillows provided her by Jabba, sitting in a submissive position, she felt his tail brushing against her naked leg, she didn't bother adjusting the skirts, letting the rear skirt flow across Jabba's tail, while the front skirt draped over the throne with her leg on top of it. While the party on the sail barge continued, Jabba had had at least ten business dealing, On two occasions he ordered the guards to take away some visitors for the execution. Leia sat miserably as they would hysterically plead for mercy in front her.
Jabba was lastly approached by Mara Jade the dancer that appeared to her and Jabba at the palace; who put on her best innocent dancing girl face for him. "Your Exaltedness?" she timidly spoke. Jabba's head turned to face her. I'm Mara, your Exaltedness. One of your dancers. Mara discussed Leia's fate with the mighty Hutt.
"You worry too much, Mara," Jabba mused. "I doubt the Empire would mind if I had the princess."
Leia sitting on the space she had available on the throne glanced at Mara, as she knew she would be safer with Jabba than the Empire. Jabba kept her on a tight tether.
"You don't realize how much they want her," Mara explained." Almost as much as Skywalker. You shouldn't risk angering the Empire over a mere woman."
"She's no mere woman, Mara." Pulling on Leia's chain to the crushing point, as Leia is pulled back slowly, her stomach tightening. She's a princess from Alderaan. Leia craned her neck to avoid falling back, but the pressure on her throat was too much, and she shut her eyes in pain. And it's not like there's a lot of them left out there now," Jabba chuckled. Loosening his grip on the chain as Leia fell back into place.
Leia stared down at Mara's feet as Jabba Spoke. She couldn't even look at her in the face, so ashamed at what she had become this past month. What had Luke thought of her, knowing what she had willingly done with Jabba? More importantly, what would Han think if he saw her like this?
Mara sighed. " You'd be better off handing her over to the Empire and collecting the bounty."
Bah! Jabba shouted, Leia felt the hairs on her neck rise at this as a fearful memory echoed deep in her brain. Leia started to turn to Threepio, but then Jabba tugged violently on her chain; she was caught off guard, and it was only her outstretched hands that managed to stop her from falling onto Jabba's bulk. Behind her, Jabba snarled that there would be no bargain, and in pain, Leia straightened, glaring hopelessly at Mara. Jabba rubbed Leia's shoulder as she slowly got back up.
Bib Fortuna stood next to Leia, looking at her, wide eyed, silently disagreeing.
C-3PO translating for Jabba. The great Jabba the Hutt says you are to leave him now," C-3PO spoke. " He says a landspeeder will be placed at your disposal, and that you are not to be seen here again."
Mara found it useless to try and influence Jabba. She noticed the scantily clad Leia in misery, as Leia gave her a quick glance back. Mara realizing Jabba is right in keeping Leia in that she deserves the rightful position as Jabba's slave girl and that he would humiliate her more than the Empire can do, just by keeping her in the bikini, chained to the neck, with the life of servitude. Mara humbly bowed and thanked the Hutt, leaving them.
Mara, "Thank you Master Hutt, I believe she is better off in your position anyway, than in the hands of the empire."
An announcement came on the intercom saying they are an hour away from the Sarlac Pit.
Jabba stroked Leia's back as she sat there submissively. Jabba jerked the chain; Leia closed her eyes, looking back at Jabba in annoyance. Leia wanting to see her friend one last time before they left her life, but still hoping Luke's plan will work. But Jabba kept her close not let her leave.
Jabba looking at Leia. Speaking in Hutteese. Bib Fortuna translating for Leia, lifting her chin up, "The great Jabba the Hutt says you can go see your friends one last time," Leia smiled. Jabba gestured her to go watch them. Bib moved aside. Leia slowly got up, standing beside Jabba, as he kept her on a very short tether. Speaking, " Your friends will die and your powerful friends with no longer be here beautiful Leia," Jabba laughed sadistically. Leia turned her head giving him a quick glance of anger and dispair.
Jabba placed his left hand on Leia's back, relishing it's touch as his drool ran down his mouth. His hand moved down from her back to the princess's soft, round, tight buttocks, which then he gave a small squeeze, As he did this Leia came to realize what would be in store for her if Luke's plan failed. Knowing full well what she had been put through this past month.
Jabba loosened Leia's leash giving her more leeway of what the chain allowed her. She moved forward of the throne slowly getting off as Jabba gave her more slack. As the princess walked away from him, he admired her scantily clad body; The swaying of her Lashaa skirt as it exposed the sinuous movements of her hips and rear, and her naked back, licking his walking in between everyone who had taunted her, looked at her lustfully as she walked to the window. Ree- Yees walked in front of Leia stopping her.
Wrapping his right arm over her shoulder holding her close to him as the other arm roamed her half naked body. "I shall enjoy seeing you more often once your friends are executed. Leia looking at him with a face of disgust, not understanding him. She knew all his men found her attractive and wanted their way with her but Jabba wouldn't allow it as she was his and only his. Ree-Yees lastly putting his hand in one of the bra cups caressing her firm breast. Leia closed her eyes fighting the sensation that ran through her, as she was nothing more than a slave having been humiliated since the day of her capture. Opening her eyes the alien creature let her go, Leia walking away, he managed to reach underneath her rear silk skirt squeezing her rear before she left his sight in the crowd.
Leia walked to the slatted window, that was off to the side and not directly across Jabba's view, but more or less Jabba could see her. Leia reached with her left hand at window frame of the opened window gripping it with her hand. Through the slatted window, she could see the small skiff carrying her friends out of what has to be their doom.
Behind her, she could hear the Hutt chuckling to himself. At one point, he tugged on her chain, which made her flinch and look back at him in annoyance. Simply grabbing up a blaster and frying the overgrown slug wasn't going to be good enough. Not enough punishment for what he'd done to her and her loved ones, let alone the pain and degradation he's caused for her. Not only should he be the one to die out there, she thought, but also learn a new definition of pain and suffering.
There was a small group of guests gathered around Leia admiring her lustfully, as she stood by the window. Ortugg one of Jabba's Gamorrean guards drooled as he looked up and down her body; The breeze from the opened windows slightly lifted her rear skirt, exposing her rear. Jabba jerked her chain, glancing back at him.
Ortugg couldn't hold it in anymore, grabbing Leia putting both hands over her shoulders holding her from behind, Jabba noticing pulling on her chain slowly, causing Leia to choke as the force of the chain was going against the force of Ortugg holding her. Ortugg moved his big right hand from her lower back starting from her birthmark, slowly going up, while smelling her, then moving on to her shoulder rubbing it, enjoying her smooth skin. Leia helplessly holding on to her collar with one hand as it dug deeper into her throat gagging her. Moving to her brassiere groping Leia's firm breasts slowly; she couldn't do anything to stop him as she had of her arms held by his and the other on the collar. Ortugg moved his hand to her tight stomach feeling it as he had the temptation to take off the two pieces of her bikini right there, but knew Jabba wouldn't allow it as she was his. With his index finger went around her navel, Leia struggling to breathe, choking and grasping the collar for air.
Leia thought to herself, she didn't deserve this humiliation, but she couldn't do anything about it as she might have to accept the face she will become Jabba's slave permanently after the execution if Luke's plan fails. Hating that Jabba had made her wear this bikini that was specifically made for her, exposing her for all to see, chained to the neck, made out to be a whore, the molestations from Jabba and his courtiers.
Leia closed her eyes, as he moved his hand down her her front plate rubbing her pussy. Trying to ignore the sensation, she moaned as he rubbed it slowly. Lastly moved his hand to her rear messaging her tight, round, smooth cheeks.
Jabba stopped pulling on Leia's chain, but enjoyed that the fact that his slave was further being humiliated and that his men enjoyed her. Shouting at Ortugg, "Let her be!," Letting go of her. Leia without looking back at Ortugg or Jabba looked back out the window, catching her breathe. The group around her still stood there enjoying the view she provided.
Moments later, the drunken Jabba pulled on the chain again, with all his force, propelling her body backward, causing her to gag on the collar. She managed to turn so she could see what was coming, not that she wanted to. She just managed to leap onto Jabba's dais. She stopped short of running right into Jabba, throwing her hands out to halt her progress, and poised to push herself away. There was a sudden cold sensation on the back of her left shoulder, which forced her closer. She had noticed Bib Fortuna standing close by the last time she looked back, so she assumed it was his hand that kept her in place. She arched her back to keep her face as far as possible away from Jabba's, but thanks to his majordomo's efforts, it did not help her. Jabba grinned lecherously at her, and began to speak,"Soon you will learn to appreciate me lovely Leia."She could not make out what he was saying, and Threepio was nowhere around to translate. He picked up a goblet of wine from the table beside him and held it up to her lips, his hand over her shoulder pushing her closer, Leia put her right hand on his big chubby hand, that contained the drink, Jabba tipping it so the liquid ran into her mouth, she swallowed it as quickly as she could. Jabba's hand moved to her waist, as she was forced to continue drinking. Jabba's guests looking at the scantly clad Leia. The taste, acidic and unpalatable as it was, stayed on her tongue for a second. The Hutt caressed her face and back with his hand once more.
Bib interrupting Jabba letting him know they were just a few minutes away. Jabba slacking her chain, Leia stood next right by Jabba's side; keeping the chain taught. Feeling her collar pulled back against her neck, feeling his hand stroking her naked back during the time remaining to the Pit of whole procession began to slow down, and soon Leia could see what surely be the Pit of Carkoon, and the long tentacles of the Sarlaac waving menacingly out of it.
The next few minutes passed without any torment from Jabba. Leia had a feeling he was saving the worst for later, Leia standing next to him on the throne, keeping a her on a short tether. Threepio was summoned to Jabba's side and picked up the microphone. Threepio had apparently been told beforehand what to say. Telling Threepio to speak.
There was a slurping sound behind Leia, and Jabba tugged her chain, a silent reminder of her place.
The Execution
"Victims of the almighty Sarlaac: His Excellency hopes that you will die honourably, but should any of you wish to beg for mercy, The Great Jabba The Hutt will now listen to your pleas."
R2 goes past Jabba's throne, Boba Fett follows. Curious as to what the droid is up to. Two Jawas head over by Leia. Jabba tugs Leia's chain slightly pulling her back a bit.
"Threepio!" Han shouted, brave and defiant to the end, much like he had been on the Cloud City carbon-freezing platform. "You tell that slimy piece of worm-ridden filth he'll get no such pleasure from us!" Leia grinned at that.
"Jabba," Luke called, calmly, getting ushered to the edge of the skiff, "This is your last chance! Free us...or die!"
This brought a cacophony of laughter from the audience aboard the barge. Jabba, barely able to control his mirth, ordered the guards to bring Luke into position on the gangplank.
Leia took a deep breath, her whole body tensing. Was this the last she would see of him?
She watched him walk to the end, nod to his friends, including Lando at the helm, and then flip a salute to the barge. Jabba had the microphone now, and bellowed into it for the execution to begin. Luke, looks at R2 and Lando, giving him a nod. He nods back, Han, looks out turning his head sideways. Leia standing next to Jabba takes a deep breath, licks her lips in anticipation.
Luke made a gesture to Artoo just before stepping off the edge of the plank, signaling the droid to eject the lightsaber hidden in its dome and propel the weapon into the air from the deck of the barge. The Jedi suddenly spun around as he fell and grabbed the end of the plank, then somersaulted back onto the skiff to everyone's astonishment. Leia sighed in relief as others around her gasped in shock, watching Luke look up to the sky as he raised his hand to catch the falling lightsaber.
But the saber did not reach Luke's hand.
From Leia's viewpoint inside the barge she saw the lightsaber reverse its direction and fly back toward the top deck. A faint snap-hiss could be heard, followed by the whooshing sounds of Luke's weapon and the screams of guards being cut down on the deck above. That's when chaos broke loose.
"What's happening?! Stop them!" Jabba shouted in confusion, waving his flabby arms wildly as he screamed into the voice amplifier inside his lounge. A sense of panic was felt throughout the room as Leia, seeing Luke stare up from the skiff as a guard lunged for him.
. The Jedi regained focus and dodged the pike that nearly struck his side. Grabbing the end of the staff, he pulled it from the weequay's grasp and swung it around, knocking the guard over the railing into the sarlacc's waiting mouth. At the rear of the skiff Lando revealed his true identity, struggling with another guard over control of a blaster.
The second skiff full of guards, which had accompanied the party to the desert, swung around to face the first one as its men blasted wildly at the group on Luke's skiff.
"Hit the deck!" Skywalker shouted to Han and Chewie, both of whom dropped fast for cover with their wrists still locked in binders. Without his lightsaber it proved more difficult for Luke to deflect the blast bolts, even with his Force-enhanced reflexes. The guards were close to disarming him as pieces of his staff pike chipped off with each bolt that hit it.
Leia helplessly cried out to them as she watched her friends trapped in the crossfire, but then drew her attention to the closer skiff when a blue and red blur suddenly leaped down onto it from the barge's deck above. A rapid flash of green easily took care of the six guards that occupied the second skiff, and then the attacker paused to focus on the nearby Jedi. That's when Leia finally realized who brandished Luke's weapon.
"Arica!" the princess gasped, recognizing the redheaded dancing girl who worked in Jabba's palace. Her mistrust of this woman proved correct, having suspected there was more to Arica's agenda than simply watching the execution when she asked Jabba to let her join the party that morning. Those beautiful green eyes and pouty red lips must have been enough to persuade the hutt to bring her along for the ride. Or perhaps it had been the previous night's carnal activities where she had seduced her way into a threesome with Jabba and his newest slave girl. Either way, Leia had known there was more to this woman than being a simple dancing girl.
Before she could confront her primary target, Arica spun around to face a new adversary as the Mandalorian bounty hunter Boba Fett rocketed down onto the skiff. Aiming his right gauntlet, he blasted his built-in flamethrower at the would-be assassin. Unable to deflect the oncoming flames, the young woman sidestepped the fiery streak and then dropped to one knee, rolling forward, wincing slightly as the edge of the flames just barely singed her hair and dancing costume. From beneath his helmet, Fett screamed when she suddenly dismembered both of his legs with the edge of her blade. He fell to the floor of the skiff as she stood up, the frayed veils of her costume fluttering in the wind.
All of this happened within seconds, with Leia watching in awe as Arica surprisingly took down the lethal bounty hunter. Boba Fett struggled to get up, aiming his blaster with a shaky hand, but the agile dancer slashed the lightsaber across his neck with one clean cut, sending Fett's helmeted head flying down into the sarlaac's tentacled maw. At that moment, Luke leaped onto her skiff.
Knowing his friends were in imminent danger, Luke moved to face this woman on his own, drawing her focus away from the original skiff. However, he failed to protect them from the powerful blast of the sail barge's deck gun that soon followed, short-circuiting the first skiff's anti-gravity generator. The skiff tilted off balance, causing Lando and the remaining guard to fall overboard.
"Chewie! Chewie, what just happened?" Han groaned, rolling up against the railing along with his wookiee companion.
"Han! Chewie!" came the panicked screams below.
"Lando!" Han recognized, hearing his old friend's voice. Still half-blind, he peered over the edge of the skiff and spotted the blurry shape of Calrissian dangling from a towing cable just barely out of the sarlaac's reach.
Poised for attack at any moment on the other skiff, the young Jedi held his chipped and battered pike, facing the deadly redhead.
Her beautiful face masked the coldness in her heart as the young woman smiled wickedly and stared at him with her piercing green eyes. "I am Mara Jade, the Emperor's Hand ... sent here to strike you down at my master's command, Skywalker."
"The Emperor..." Luke whispered, realizing this was another of his agents, like Shira Brie, specially trained in the use of the Force. Everything made sense now. "Do what you must, but I am not beaten yet!"
Using the power of the Force, Luke summoned to life the tangled mess of rope behind Mara, manipulating them with his mind to wrap around her legs. Mara tripped and stumbled backward as Luke lunged forward with his pike, jabbing Jade hard in her side and cracking two of her ribs. Mara screamed in pain, lashing out in defense with the lightsaber. Luke quickly stepped back and swung the staff around, knocking the saber hilt from her hand. It slid across the floor to the edge of the skiff, saved at the last moment by Luke's hand reaching out to summon it through the Force. Scrambling to her feet, Mara Jade instantly reached out her own hand, calling the weapon to it with all her strength. The lightsaber froze in mid air, trembling slightly from the invisible forces pulling on it from each end.
"Give up, Skywalker ... unghh ... you can't win," Mara struggled. "I draw strength from the Emperor himself!"
Luke strained with as much exertion, calling to the lightsaber with all his power, gradually urging it closer to him. Behind him the anguished screams of Lando were heard as the sarlaac's tentacled appendage wrapped around his leg and pulled him closer to the pit. Han's voice could be heard yelling at Chewie, desperately trying to reach their friend despite the restriction of their bound hands. Two more blasts of the barge's deck gun zipped through the air, striking the first skiff again and triggering its engine to explode. The whole transport crashed into the sloping sand, followed by the wails of the sarlaac's newest victims rolling down into the hungry jaws of the monstrous creature.
"Unnghh, no ... Chewie ... Han!" Luke cried out, sensing their deaths. "Noooo!"
The Jedi lost control of the struggle, watching his saber fly back into the hand of Mara Jade. Igniting its blade, she slashed the rope entangling her legs and rushed forward. Thinking fast, Luke spotted a blaster in the hand of a dead guard slumped over the skiff's steering control panel. He called it to his hand and fired one shot just as Mara thrust the green blade into Luke's chest.
Luke's eyes widened and he fell to his knees, looking up in stunned silence at the Emperor's Hand. Her face stared down at him with as much pain in her eyes, her mouth trembling as she looked down to discover a smoking hole in her abdomen from the blaster that now lay on the ground beside Luke. Mara stumbled forward into his arms, the lightsaber slipping from her hand and rolling off the edge of the skiff. They held each other in death's embrace, blue eyes staring into green eyes as their glimmer faded.
Mara heard the faint echo of the Emperor's voice in her mind one last time: "You will kill Luke Skywalker."
"Yes ... yes," she whispered as Luke died in her arms. "I did not fail you, my Master..."
Mara slumped over onto the skiff deck beside the dead Jedi as thick black smoke from the smoldering skiff nearby filled the sky.
Several minutes passed as the chaos ended and Jabba's remaining guards on the barge worked to restore order among the panicked passengers. Stricken with overwhelming grief, Princess Leia dropped to her knees, her hands trembling and her head shaking in stunned disbelief. Only once before had she felt this way – when the Death Star had destroyed her home world. But this time, somehow it felt more personal ... more traumatic. Her friends, the man she loved ... all dead. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she bit her lower lip, trying to keep from crying.
Busy bellowing orders to his men, Jabba had neglected her for the time being until his cackling kowakian lizard-monkey Salacious Crumb leaped down from his perch next to Leia , as she lay on knees. Salacious jerking Leia's braid and laughing loudly: just as Leia was about to push Salacious to the side. Jabba yanked on Leia's chain. Leia stumbled backward, only to be pulled back by her chain until her naked back pressed up against Jabba's belly. His hot breath filled her nostrils as her tear-filled eyes gazed into the dark copper-red orbs staring menacingly down at her.
Salacious caresses her naked leg, as Leia's rear silk obscenely exposes her round tight buttocks, feeling his hand rub her naked leg, along with Jabba's tail rubbing against her leg, with the tip, going up and down her butt cheeks. Her front silk skirt drapes over her left thigh, exposing her legs. Salacious gropes her inner leg, slowly from her knee working his way up to Leia's gracils.
"Your friends are dead," Jabba's deep intimidating voice rumbled. "Solo ... his wookiee ... the Jedi ... all dead. Nobody can rescue you now," he stated bluntly. "The Empire and your pathetic rebel friends will soon learn of their demise."
Jabba's elongated face widened with a fiendish grin, appreciating the feistiness in the young woman even after all that had just happened. "No, my pet. You will remain here with me, serving me ... pleasing me. As far as the galaxy is concerned, you were executed with your friends."
Leia struggled to keep from breaking down into a sobbing mess as she slowly realized what this meant. Her friends were all gone and her fate was sealed. The Alliance would assume she died with them and not attempt another rescue, especially on the eve of their greatest confrontation with the Empire. Even if they disregarded the reports of what happened, it could be months before they thoroughly investigated Tatooine and found her. Until then, she would remain a prisoner of the hutt – a slave to his perversity with no hope of escape.
"Tonight we feast in celebration of the Jedi's death!" he declared.
The Journey Back
As the party wound on, Leia noticed Jabba's grip on the chain began to slacken significantly, and at one point she used the opportunity to distance herself from him as far as the chain would allow. She decided to stand up to stretch her legs, which had become slightly cramped from lying so long in the same position.
As it turned out, his timing was perfect, as Leia felt a sharp tug on her throat, and fell backward. The chain noisily tightened as she was almost reeled back. Jabba's voice spoke. Leia got the gist of it.
He wanted her to dance.
The music slowed down to a low, steady rhythmic beat, punctuated by organ. Two of the slave girls led her to the center of the established dance area, and then quickly retreated. This was her debut; Jabba had obviously saved her for last.
She had no time to consider, no time to hesitate. No, now was the time to act - quite literally.
Leia took a deep breath, and balling her fists at her sides, she lowered her head, closed her eyes, listened to the music…and began.
Twisting her body back and forth, she soon made a few slow spins, and a couple of times rocked her pelvis, much to the audience's approval. She paused, trying to remember what the pale Twi'Lek slave had showed her, suddenly realizing she was still hesitating.
Do something!
Barely knowing what she was doing, Leia dropped to a crouch, her skirts fluttering down to the floor between her spread, bare legs, then slowly rose. The audience clearly liked that, as a few voices were raised in loud hoots, and so she twisted and gyrated her body some more.
She blushed as she broke another ungraceful pause by bucking her lower body in that highly risqué series of "pumps" that the slave had spent so much time focusing on, but the audience's cheers (punctuated, she now heard, by Jabba's own booming groans) actually made her feel a bit better about it. She kept at it.
Minutes and more minutes went by. The whole time, Leia had no idea if what she was doing was accurate, but the audience—her audience—just didn't seem to mind, or even care; it was probably the very fact that she was doing any of this that they liked. Leia had to admit, their gusto was rather infectious, and during one of her rises, as she stuck out her rear and curved her body, she felt the corners of her mouth twitch up.
Force, she thought to herself; who would'vethought a little fun could happen here? Though she would hardly call this "fun"—the entire dance was really just her body trying to keep up with her racing memories of certain positions and movements—there was something of a relief in being able to flex herself in open air, with only the heavy, clinking chain occasionally distracting her.
Leia kept at it until the music rose to a big, climactic pitch, and when it stopped, she raised her arms in the air, hoping it fit with the rest of her performance. She glanced around at the many eyes focused on her. The audience was applauding, laughing, cheering, whistling, hooting, grunting, slobbering—Leia flinched and turned away from the sight of a bloated creature's obscene movements—and all-around, cheering her on.
It was entertainment of her degradation and humiliation: the audience was entertained by an act she had put on. Something in that reciprocation felt miserable, inside; it was an old feeling, the feeling of when she was first taken as Jabba's slave.
Jabba tugged her chain, and it was only then that Leia had flashbacks of her friends, Luke,Lando, Chewie, her home planet Aderran and Han. She hoisted herself onto the throne, grunting as her feet found purchase atop the hard, flat animal skins, then rose before Jabba. He didn't pull her chain, which was now draped in lazy curves by her feet. Instead, he licked his lips and said, "Da eitha."
Leia froze. She could give Jabba the satisfaction of obeying his command, furthering his pride, but...would it make sense, after all the resistance she'd given him before that? After all, she—
There was a dragging metallic sound, and she looked down to see the chain moving, rising; she followed it to Jabba's hand, and tensed herself. But instead, he only took it up in his hand and held it, the curve of the chain rising to her neck still somewhat slack. He repeated his order: "Come to me."
She felt her skin crawl, and not just in anticipation of the kiss of her bare flesh to Jabba's. No, it was as she forced the words out, and despite the fact that she knew they meant nothing to her, that they were nothing more than a phonetic expression - a nickname, a lie - she loathed herself for it. As she slowly pressed herself into Jabba's slimy embrace, she heard those venomous words escape her lips:
"Yes...Master."
The laughter, cheers, and jeers took a while to die down after Leia's big pronouncement. The subsequent physical torment and humiliation that Jabba inflicted as the trip to his palace wore on made it obvious he had every intention of letting it get to his head.
Leia spent the rest of the party in the Hutt's vile embrace, reacting as little as possible but apparently enough to entertain Jabba's court for what she hoped was the last time, but after her friends had been killed she dreaded every minute of it. Despite the heat in the Sail Barge, Leia felt a constant chill up and down her spine, a growing apprehension over where on her body his groping fingers and drooling tongue would travel next.
Unexpectedly, Threepio came forth before Jabba as the party started winding down (along with her skirts). The golden droid seemed to Leia to be somewhere between nervous and disoriented as he shuffled toward the dais. She noticed that he did not address her or even look her way, quite possibly meaning that he did not know what to say or had been forbidden to interact with her in any way. Either that, or Jabba had the droid's memory erased; she had seen such behavior in protocol droids her father used after they had undergone the process, forced to re-accustom themselves to their environment in a very short time. She wasn't sure she would want anything of this humiliating episode to be recalled anyway; after all, Threepio had a way of reminding people of uncomfortable situations, even when still in the thick of them.
"How may I serve you, your Great Exaltedness?" Threepio asked plaintively. He listened as the Hutt gave his command, gesturing to the many beings scattered around the Barge. He then went back to groping Leia's body, and slobbering her face and chest with gratuitously sloppy kisses.
Threepio turned to address Jabba's court, apparently unfazed at his master's present activities. "His High Exaltedness Jabba the Hutt thanks his guests for being present at the wonderful victory against the Jedi, and hopes you have enjoyed, ah…the entertainment thus far." Threepio paused, as there was a tremendously loud, raucous cheer from the crowd. "There will be transports available once we reach the palace for those who wish to depart now with his compliments for a safe journey home. Those who wish to stay the night are perfectly welcome to do so."
Thank you very much, Leia thought as she struggled faintly, twisting in a feeble effort to avoid Jabba's big, groping hands as they cupped and tugged at her top. Her only comfort for the rest of that long, slimy evening was the knowledge that there was no limit to how many times a droid's memory could be wiped.
After Jabba was finished, Leia noticed that the crowd was beginning to thin out. Figures beginning to fall asleep and found somewhat comfortable spots on chairs and against pillars in the Barge, Even Salacious Crumb curled up amid the pillows nestled in the curl of Jabba's tail. Leia found herself yawning.
A moment later, Jabba pulled Leia close (she rose and pressed against him, instead of subjecting her throat to more painful tugs), and looking at her, he said something that Leia translated as, "You're learning respect." Leia doubted if a reply would be wise at this point, so she pursed her lips and waited. The Hutt licked her face…and then released her. He pointed at his belly and told her to sleep, as a voice on the intercom stated they would arrive at Jabba's palace in three hours.
A moment later, she lowered herself to the pillow-strewn surface of the throne and started to stretch out. Jabba yanked her chain suddenly, and she fell back against his belly with a grunt. He chuckled and reached down, stroking her bare shoulder, the long, quivering tip of his tail slithering uncomfortably close to her bare legs.
Leia knew she'd hardly sleep, with the growing tension she felt as she was now Jabba's slave girl for the rest of her life; sometime had passed when she was sure Jabba was sound asleep, she'd shuffle away from him on the edge of the throne, lying on her side, reclining against the pillows, using her left shoulder for support for her head to sleep, so as to not be totally in his slimy embrace the rest of the trip back.
A couple hours had passed; Leia had awoken with a slight tug on her chain, digging the tight collar around her neck into her throat. Looking back at Jabba and Crumb, both sound asleep. Leia had noticed Jabba slackened the chain significantly giving her enough slack stray away from him for the time being.
Still in despair from earlier today from loosing her friends and now having to live the life of a slave girl, half naked, with a collar around her neck and chained to Jabba, Leia could nothing but feel nothing but misery inside. Slowly walking to the slatted window.
Through the slatted window, she could see the small skiff carrying her dead friends bodies, crying inside wishing they were still alive. Leia had stood at the window for two hours remembering them as she looked at them on the skiff lying on the skiffs floor dead. Having not to be molested or have her chain tugged she was thankful everyone on the barge was sound asleep, having time to herself.
She stayed there for a long time, oblivious to everyone around her sound asleep, even the normally instantly recodgnizalbe clinking of the metal upon stone, and watched the reason of this trip as she sobbed and stood, only now fully beginning to realize the burden of her life as Jabba's slave.
Still standing at the window, Leia tried to clear her mind and comprehend what had happen. Yet Leia only had to obey Jabba, just as she could feel the cold slack of the chain links on her bare shoulder, a reminder of her enslavement. Leia had noticed Jabba's guests and henchmen where starting to wake up and more so even Jabba.
Then Leia felt the collar tighten again, only this time it caught her off guard in both its suddenness and its force. The powerful yank caused Leia to let go from the window. Her skirts flowed around her legs, revealing her womanhood and her bare buttocks and to any lucky voyeurs she passed as she ran the short distance to the throne. The collar had briefly strangled her, and she gasped to regain her breath; during the whole trip towards and onto the throne, she grunted a monosyllabic response of "Hungh Oh-augh, ungh!"A heartbeats moments informed her of the painful impact she would meet if she kept running toward the throne, so she lifted her legs and jumped, leaping and landing safely upon the elevated stone surface.
To keep from falling forward outright, Leia stuck out her right hand and pressed it against the first surface she met and promptly plunged into a dimple of Jabba's enormous belly. Leia also slightly bowed her head as she arose; trying to straiten the momentum offset her balance. However her pelvis and bare stomach were carried forward and squished up against Jabba's slimy bulk. Arching her back as not to press her heaving breasts against Jabba's body in an untendered embrace. Leia could feel the hot, rank breath of the Hutt blow into her face. Leia felt a brief return of her disgust at the sight of so much slime dribbling out of Jabba's nostrils and running into his open mouth, and she avertered her eyes. A hand pressed up against Leia's bareback Bib's she realized and pushed her closer to Jabba's mouth as it began to speak. She knew what he was saying more or less.
Leia was wet and moaning by the time the Sail Barge began to slow its journey, as Jabba pulled on her chain causing her half naked body against Jabba's with her backside against Jabba's massive belly, a big hunk of belly fat actually starting to hike down the back of her gold skirt plate, as he generously fingered her with two plump digits. Leia gasping for air as the collar dug into her throat choking her. However just before she could lift her leg as she neared her orgasm, the Sail Barge began to slow. Many of the guests began to flock toward one side of the Barge as it turned slowly in the air into the hanger. Jabba maneuvered his throne forward. Leia rocked unsteadily on her feet as she rode the throne's progress. The crowed parted around the throne, allowing hit room and stopped right in from of the window.
Leia turned and started to move away from Jabba, but then he yanked her chain and told her to come back to hi,. She took a step towards him, but then he grabbed her by her hip and tugged her back with an abrupt, clumsy movement that almost pitched her forward; helf her firmly though, and her backside shoved into Jabba's belly, and fabric and bare flesh alike sank into a cum sticky dimple in the front of his squishy flesh. Holding her still, Jabba unfastened her top and bottom, she was naked wearing only her Jerba leather boots and still shoving her backside into his belly reaching around her hip, he pushed two of his phallic fingers into her pussy from the front . . . even as he eased his tail up into her from beneath. Leia threw her head back, moaning as she came but with the double assult of the fingers upon her clit and labia, she was already building another orgasm.
Outside the guests had been looking. Leia craned her neck feeling the pain of her collar tighten. Jabba seemed to notice and moved his throne forward another foot or so, and he slackened her chain. Leia glanced down a bit of what the chain allowed her to see in the open window before her and gasped.
Cool air abruptly touched Leia's moisture, and she shivered with a gasp as Jabba pulled his fat fingers out of her pussy. She started to turn to see what was the matter when suddenly UNGHHH!
Leia threw her head back with a terrific groan as Jabba's tail rammed up into her wet pussy with a terrifically loud spluttering sound, and she nearly lost her footing and pitched forward. Her hands flew to the windowsill in front of her, and grasping tightly, she lowered her head, feeling the tip of Jabba's tail, long and narrow, probing deeply before he began of flex the flesh, contracting it and expanding it inside her, filling her fully. Jabba yank back on her chain slightly, then grabbed her hips with both his hands, the cold metal of the chain pushing into her side. Holding her, he began to hump. Jabba burst out laughing. Leia, panting, gripped the windowsill more firmly in her hands and leaned forward slightly, her breasts bouncing and jiggling beneath her downtuned torso from each pounding thrust delievered to her from behind, as she forced her eyes to open to the world outside the window.
Jabba's tail gave an especially hard thrust into Leia for a moment, and she loosed a powerful groan that turned the heads of the guards and guests outside, and inside the Sail Barge, Jabba and a bevy of minions burst out laughing. In that same moment, Leia's fingers and toes respecitically curled upon the windowsill and insider her boots as her teases pussy edged closer to its own kind of edge.
A long moment went by. Nothing happened. Leia only gasped quick, shallow half breaths.
A Small Mercy
Leia slept much better than she had ever would have expected, considering her situation. Despite not having much to cover her scantily clad body, she didn't take much to notice the cold at first, but it began to prove most uncomfortable. It was hard to believe that she could be cold on Tattooine, but Jabba's palace was built to protect its inhabititants from the extreme temperatures outside.
Without a blanket, Leia shifted her outfit to see if she could get any warmer. She reclined backward against the pillows near Jabba's belly, and covered herself the best she could using the veils hanging from the lower piece of the bikini to blanket her bare legs. With her half naked body massaging the pillows up which she slept, Leia managed to find a comfortable position.
Of course the last place Leia would have her wanted to be was lying before a Hutt with many eyes fixed on her nearly naked form. Leia wouldn't ever admit to anyone, especially not to Jabba; but wearing the bikini was humiliating for her. If Jabba's choice of attire for the young princess was to embarrass her and degrade her . . . he had succeeded.
Feeling she should have had more integrity then that, Leia actively sought to hide her sense of humiliation. Unlike some of the infortunate souls who's flesh belonged to Jabba, Leia could at least take comfort in knowing she was safer in Jabba's hands than anyone else in the palace.
She often wondered how people like Lyn could live like that for years without losing their sanity. To be condemned to such as terrible existence with no hope of escapes, save death . . . after going through it herself, Leia had only greatest respect for those who Jabba had enslaved.
As Jabba's snoring made it more difficult for her to sleep, Leia at least had some time to think about her life as Jabba's slave. Since being forced into the gold bikini.
Unfortunately thinking of Han really didn't lift her spirit very much. Leia couldn't help feeling bitter at the thought of Han dead. Modeling herself in a slave bikini for the purpose of entertaining Jabba's guests was so humiliating. Leia lifted her head and looked back at the unconscious Hutt, furrowing her brow a the sight of her master. What really upset her more than anything was thinking about Han for getting himself into that mess as she was at Jabba for what he'd don't to her.
Ironically Leia actually got very respectful sleep before she felt something tugging on her skirt. Although barely conscious, she was just aware enough to pull the veil back over her exposed leg. And then she buried her head into the cushion and tried to go back to sleep.
When the tugging began again, Leia grabbed the veil in back to the lower piece of her bikini and pulled it away. Only this time, there was something attached to it. It was Salacious!
As she felt his little, furry body rub against her exposed legs, Leia instincts took over. Thinking it was a disease carrying rodent crawling up her leg, Leia kicked him away and pulled back, almost rubbing her back against Jabba's enormous body. Her heart racing, and close to panicking. Leia barely kept suppressed shriek. Although it only took a brief moment for her to remember where she was, Leia shuddered in disgust.
She only realized that it was Salacious the little creature chuckled venomously at her reaction. Trailing around Leia's boots, intent on making her already wonderful existence that much more enjoyable, Salacious went for the Lashaa silk again. She snapped at him again with her foot, barely missing him.
Seemingly unconcerned by the prospect of pain or injury, Salacious spoke in his native language at her. Leia couldn't make out a word of it, but assumed his words were meant to torment her. She sat herself up and swept the silk under her legs so that he couldn't grab at it again. As he closed the distance between them, Leia glared at him.
He chuckled again, apparently eager, Salacious took a position outside Leia's reach, it was clear that she wouldn't get any more sleep that night.
One of the things that really made Leia uncomfortable was the way in which everyone stared at her scantily clad body. Within the main audience chamber remained several of Jabba's guards and guests. Those that remained either were too drunk to make it back to their head quarters, or they just didn't, want to call it a night. At least half of the spectators present had their eyes open, but non seemed to give much notice of Salacious or her reactions.
The part of having so many people staring at her which really agitated Leia was the fact that so few of them were human. The Gamorians were absolutely repulsive to her, which made it uncomfortable to watch as they stared in her general direction. She didn't know how many species in that chamber found humans alluring, she had found out many of Jabba's henchmen and guests found the scantily clad princess alluring.
As Leia and Salacious spent the next several minutes focused on one another, the little creature determined to harass the new slave from a distance. Leia readied herself to lash at hum once he was close enough, but Salacious seemed content only to aggravate the former princess for whatever it was worth. Suddenly the little monkey lizard pointed at something just behind her and spoke something in his native language. Leia couldn't understand, but refused to turn her back on him.
As she felt something wet and slimy brush across her left shoulder . . . she half believed it was Jabba's tongue, but she was convinced that he was still asleep. Reacting to the disgust of having saliva slobbered on her body again, Salacious took that opportunity to sneak up on a distracted Leia. Staring at the thin string hold the top piece of her brassiere together, the little creature couldn't resist the chance to bit through it.
Sensing the creature on her again, Leia threw back her elbow and knocked Salacious away. Having failed to remove her top, with her eyes fixed on him, Salacious realized he was in deep trouble. It was then Leia threw herself at the wretched creature, intent on wring his little neck.
Right as she was ready to pounce him, Leia was abruptly snapped back by the chain and collar around her neck. Strangling the poor princess as she tried to leave the throne, Leia growled at the misfortune of being put on such a short leash. Choking and gasping for breath, Leia grabbed the leash and pulled on it in a desperate effort to more slack. Despite knew it was pointless, Leia continued fighting against the damned leash, just wishing that she could break herself free.
Once Crum realized he was safely outside of Leia's reach, he perked his head over the far side of Jabba's throne and only saw Jabba's newest slave grasping the collar around her neck. She stared at him silently as if to say, "if it weren't for this collar…" Crum unfortunately had a sick since of humor. He didn't realize that Leia was ready to kill him, but also that she was on a leash, the vile creature simply laughed at her misfortune.
Leia gave such a virulent look, which only got more intense as he began laughing. Seeing such a creature that could take such joyous pleasure at her expense… Leia wanted nothing more than to kick him across the room… if only it weren't for that damned leash.
Suddenly Leia felt that tongue again on her back. Between Crum and that tongue, Leia shot herself around. It was then she realized that it wasn't Jabba licking her. The tongue was long and seemingly hanging up and found a creature hanging from the ceiling, unaware it was Ghoul who kept licking her earlier on the Barge.
Leia shot herself around and just caught Ghoel in the act of licking her. His tongue still dangling right in front of her, Leia sought to grab it and pull the creature down with it. Unfortunately that tongue was more slimy than it appeared, which was why it slipped from her grip.
With saliva on her shoulders and hands, Leia shuddered with utmost disgust. If things couldn't have gotten any worse, Leia got the sense Jabba was waking up. Anticipating Salacious again, Leia twisted herself about and tried to keep both those creatures in sight. It was then that one from behind grabbed the frustrated Leia and puller her in to an embrace.
His hand rubbing her exposed abdomen, Leia trised brushing his stubby arm away to no avail. Jabba's arms weren't very strong, especially for a creature his size, but he did have a frustrated Leia at a disadvantage because of the position she was in. All Jabba had to do was pin her against his body and she wouldn't get enough leverage to break away.
Actually enjoying her resistance, Jabba chuckled and drew Leia closer to his huge, gaping maw. Jabba speaking in Huttsee. She assumed he was saying Ghoel licks people he likes as he looked at her lustfully saying it to her.
Leia genuinely tried to keep her mind on the task at hand, but she found it especially difficult to maintain her composure in the presence of the giant slug that handled her like a royal slave. However, the one she was really resentful of was Han. She knew it wasn't all right to blame the man she loved for her misfortune, but Leia was in no position to take it out on Jabba. She was in no position to defy her master. She feared her misfortune and what came ahead as she lived the life of Jabba's slave but wasn't willing to die because she was embarrassed to wear the gold bikini and be Jabba's slave.
Unfortunately, it made her predicament that much worse. And the more Jabba touched her, the more resentment she had for the man who sacrificed himself on Cloud City. As Jabba's hand trailed down her exposed abdomen and towards the gold plate hanging from her waist, Leia braced for what she thought was coming.
His repulsive hand flush against the lower piece of Leia's bikini, feeling the etched face of the gold place concealing her pelvis, Jabba could hardly believe on of Leia's reputation would be so submissive. He knew reducing her to a slave made her miserable, but it just wasn't satisfying enough for him when Leia refused to fight back. If that wasn't enough to provoke her, maybe he just needed to go a little further.
As Jabba's stubby hand began to descend her exposed abdomen, Leia knew it sought to infiltrate the space between the metal plate and her flesh. At first Leia was so fearful of resisting that she was willing to allow Jabba to invade any part of her body. And she though of what Jabba would do if she fought back was just to much to bear.
Unable to fit his fat fingers between the narrow space between the metal and her flesh, Jabba tried to forcibly subduct those vile extremities where they didn't belong. Ironically Leia's bikini proved a difficult lock for him to crack.
Suddenly Leia realized that she did want such a memory etched in her mind for the rest of her life. Being Jabba's slave was torturous enough as it was, but this was going to far. Feeling those stubby fingers trying to slip below the gold plate between her legs she would not allow. But remember the times Jabba having her stripped and naked, gave up hope.
However Leia was unaware of what he really wanted. Although quite pleased with Leia as her slave completely not having to worry about her friends. Jabba was rather disappointed by the shameful display of false obedience Leia had shown since her introduction to this new life. Bib stepping in stripped Leia naked before Jabba's guests, and had accepted the fact the bikini, and had done virtually everything he demanded of her without putting up a shred of resistance.
Unfortunately obedience wasmt what Jabba had sought at this point. He knew that Leia wasn't the kind who would so easily give into fear, yet she had so far refused to defy. When breaking new slaves, Jabba found they reacted on of two ways… neither of which Leia conformed to. Slaves such as Leia were what Jabba generally favored, as they were proud and defiant to resist their masters commands… fighting back violently, only to be beaten back down again. Jabba took a sadistic pleasure when it cam to breaking new slaves. Shattering their souls and twisting their will into acknowledging his dominance.
He had high hopes for Leia, yet she has shown little fear towards thus far. Jabba knew it was there, but that it just required some additional provocacation on his part. After finally getting a response from Leia, Jabba was quite satisfied to see she did indeed have psychical limits. Before trying to stroke her again Jabba needed a moment to study her behavior. Observing her every moment, Jabba felt he could learn a lot about a slave without having to exactly provoke her. Maybe he also enjoyed thinking of how much admiration he's get for owning such a magnificent princess.
Princess Leia would have been worth a lot of money to anyone wishing to have her… yet she practically gave herself to him. Nothing in the galaxy came free, yet there she was… flesh and soul belonging only to him. Leia was worth so much more to him because she was more like a symbol of his brilliance. Killing Han Solo and her friends. Jabba thought as he extended his arm to rub the back of his captive princess again. Leia didn't slap it away, but her body language showed how repulsed she really was.
Leia didn't say anything… she just got extremely agitated the more and more Jabba kept trying to rub her body. She had accepted that the Hutt was in control… at least for a moment, but it didn't mean she had to do what he wanted. As this continued over the next few minutes Leia seriously began to wonder whether she could endure Jabba's servitude the rest of her life. Glad to finally provoke a response from his slave, Jabba chuckled with great satisfaction and grabbed her chain that bound Leia to him. Although Leia grabbed onto the collar so that he couldn't choke her with it, the Hutt had merely to pull the leash to draw her into his clutches.
Resisting, speaking in Huttsee, Leia understanding a little of what Jabba had said. Knowing he had Leia's interest, Jabba patted the side of her face in an affectionate way, speaking in Huttsee. As he palm touched her left cheek, Leia furrowed her brow, hating every moment of this. Jabba noticed the way Leia's face scrunched up and thought it would be amusing to continue patting her cheek to great excess.
The gesture wasn't the least bit hurtful, but it drove Leia to the most extreme levels of annoyance as he did it to great excess. Moments of enduring the Hutt's palm against her cheek, Leia's face began turning red, and Jabba chuckled from the amusement.
A Puff of Smoke
"Unh…" Leia gasped, turning her head away, feeling the brush of her ponytail along the side of her breast; this area was somehow miraculously clean, despite the filthy flesh against which the rest of it rubbed and heaved. Jabba was clutching her close, her legs forced apart by his hand as he worked her into the final stages of this insalubrious coitus, the meridian of his massive belly clutched between Leia's buckling knees.
It was the third time that morning that Jabba had taken her. He had stripped her of everything but her armlet, bracelet and her boots, and had promptly set to work on her with his tail before later switching to his fingers. It had been a painful, noisy affair, but Leia had begun to suspect that perhaps a reluctant, disgusted submission was indeed far easier than putting up a struggle; the Hutt tended to be more methodical during such cooperation, and worked tirelessly until she came to her shuddering, moaning climaxes. What always struck Leia as odd was the fact that, as biology intended, Jabba the Hutt received no actual sexual stimulation from any of this; simply put, he didn't cum. (Looking back, Leia would ultimately to admit that this was an image that she was glad she never had to witness). His was apparently of a mental, perhaps egotistical, lust; he seemed to literally get off not so much on the sex as the power it represented—the power he held over her (and all his other slaves), over her body, and through that, her will. Although it would still be a few days before Leia would learn to call him—to think of him as-her Master, she had to admit she was impressed with his efforts. She would have to be careful as to how much she let him dominate her; to do play along too much, too soon, would be to challenge his securities and arouse suspicion…but too much resistance could have far worse consequences.
Still, he had her now, and with only seconds left to hold back her bodily response to his exploring, engaging fingers and occasional slurping tongue, she let him have his ways with her. Her body shuddering, her shoulders hunching up, her slimy breasts heaving and rubbing against his doughy rolls, she balled her fists where they were pressed into his flabs and she cried aloud as she came, throwing her head back, moisture leaking down Jabba's hand and between her thighs as she rode his fat belly and the fat digits still working within her. After a moment, he stopped moving them, and soon after Leia's bucking hips came to a halt.
Jabba withdrew his fingers, making Leia gasp, and she shuffled her feet closer together, not quite ready to settle back on them and step back. She remained propped up against him, even as he removed his other hand from her back. After a few seconds, she took a cautious step backwards (her inner thighs aching sorely), and was relieved when she did not lose balance. She pulled fully away and glimpsed down at her naked body—and flinched.
Her front was a mess of slime, stroked and smeared across the fronts of her breasts, as well as upon the upper majority of her belly. Areas here and there were lumpy with overspills of the Hutt's saliva, which was coagulating in the open air; perhaps the difference in flesh resulted in the slime drying quicker? Leia wasn't sure, nor did she particularly care; all she did care about in this case was once Jabba's slime was left upon her flesh, it dried quickly out, and was easily rubbed, brushed, or occasionally peeled off. This was still fresh, though, so she'd have to give it a couple of minutes. That was, assuming she was given such time.
Leia glanced at Jabba, who was indeed eyeing her with that same intent gaze. He licked his lips, and Leia tensed, bracing herself against the almost unbelievable notion that he would want her again already. But he made no such move, grabbing neither chain nor Leia's still-close body. She pursed her lips, almost ready to ask him what he was planning on doing with her, but she bit her tongue; she would not challenge the fates so easily. She glimpsed down and around, saw her discarded top and skirts.
"Yes,"Jabba said, and Leia was so startled by this that she almost didn't translate his other words: "You may dress."
Leia frowned, not sure if he was plotting some new act of humiliation or not; yet she slowly crouched down and gathered up her outfit. The slime had dried enough that she could begin wiping it off, and within a couple of minutes, she was as clean as she was going to get—at least visually. She slowly slipped her outfit's skimpy pieces back into their respective places. Jabba did nothing but watch her the whole time. Once it was done, she slowly seated herself to the cushions beside the Hutt…again, without interruption.
There was a fleshy shifting sound, and Leia tensed and glanced back, then relaxed—barely. Jabba had twisted to his side and was beckoning with a huge arm at a couple of Jawa servants. "Koose puffa." The tiny twins nodded, their incandescent eyes unblinking as they chattered in response and ran off.
Several minutes went by, but they took forever, for Leia was just constantly on edge,waiting for Jabba to do something; yank on her chain, slip his tail by her barelegs, anything—but still he just…ignored her.
The Jawas returned, bent towards each other as they hefted the heavy-looking hookah tank that Leia had observed upon Jabba's throne when she had been first brought in with the other captive women. The Jawas moved quickly to the throne, sliding it up over the front edge. One of them effortlessly jumped atop the throne, squawked to the other, who joined him. Leia watched as they reached down, grabbed the bottom edge of the hookah (holding the bulbous upper tank very carefully, since it was top-heavy), made a little harmonious chatter as they counted down, then hefted the entire thing with little grunts and gasps. (Leia would have found the whole scene amusing in another setting, but right now, she could only observe objectively.) With remarkable ease and grace, they slid the hookah into the recessed upper circle of Jabba's frog tank, then clapped each other's hands at their success. One of them switched the hookah on, and the tank glowed up with a faint yellow light as it heated the liquid inside. The Jawa then gestured at Jabba (who waved dismissively as he reached for the pipe), the two hopped off the throne, then scuttled away.
Jabba stuck the end of the pipe into his mouth, took a cursory first drag, then puffed out an invisible cloud of the forming steam. A moment later, he took another drag, and this time Leia observed several bubbles rising inside the tank's murky liquid. When the Hutt exhaled this time, there was a small trickle of smoke drifting out of his maw.
Leia turned away after Jabba took a third helping of his puffa. She figured he'd keep busy with that for a minute or three, then he'd probably want some entertainment; there she stopped herself from thinking about what that would entail… She took a deep breath, annoyed with her thoughts, and glanced around the room.
There was a muffled warble, and Leia turned to find its source. At first she saw nothing besides Jabba's lowering arm, then she noticed it: his whole form wobbled, a hill quaking with an earthly tremor, before his bulk suddenly seeming to shrink in on itself as his innards worked at something. Then it swelled again, and there was the sound of a wet snorkle of air being drawn into phlegmy nostrils—
"BURWUH," Jabba seemed to pronounce, and Leia watched him lower the pipe, its bulbous end trickling smoke amidst the thick slime covering it, and Jabba's huge lips parted into a massive cave as he loudly finished his gurgling, guttural statement— "OOOOOAAAGGHH!" Leia flinched openly and turned away. Then the invisible cloud of humid, rank air that accompanied his mighty belch drifted down towards Leia, and her disgust turned fairly nauseous.
Pressing her hands next to her bare hips, Leia lifted herself up and shuffled a small distance away, her chain jangling beside her as she did. She barely escaped Jabba's odor, which seemed to cloyingly follow her.
The chain rang, and Leia turned in time to see it grow taut as Jabba tugged on it. He was glaring right down at her, licking his lips.
Oh no.
"Da eitha," Jabba said, and more of his rank breath drifted down to Leia. Her limited Huttese brought familiarity to the statement: it was an order…and with one of his fat digits lifted away from his hookah pipe and pointing down at his belly, it was easy enough to figure out: "Come here."
Oh…no.
Leia reproachfully glared up at Jabba, then at where he was pointing. Should she just…get it over with? If she complied, he might leave her alone afterwards; he seemed to enjoy her struggles, after all; perhaps it would be easier—if not "best"—to just come to him…and in more ways than one.
Jabba tugged Leia's chain. "Da eitha." The statement, like the tug, was harder now.
Leia,her joints solid metal, reluctantly pushed herself to her feet and turned to the Hutt. She stepped forward…one…two…and was now directly in front of him. She waited.
Jabba licked his lips, his orange eyes fixed on her own. His fleshy rolls shifted as he maneuvered his chunky arms, and Leia closed her eyes…and waited.
And waited.
After a few seconds of nothing happening, she dared to crack her gaze open.
Jabba was drawing another slow puff off of his hookah, sending a stream of bubbles up in the tank beside him. He opened his lips with a wet gasping sound, held it, then puffed out the smoke. But he wasn't reaching for her, nor did he even tighten his grip on the U-shape of the chain slack between his hand and her neck. He just…sat there.
Puzzled, Leia swallowed hard. She dared no tspeak up on her own; anything she said could, and probably would, be used against her.
Jabba took another drag from his pipe.
Leia sighed, growing impatient.
What was he doing? There could be no doubting his methods, his constant plotting; Jabba was clearly very intelligent—he was a highly successful criminal, after all. There could be no reason for Leia to be kept so close to him, fully clothed (as ironic an image that was, considering his own repulsive nakedness), not after being treated to such great bouts of debauchery and humiliation; she was being kept near him for one thing…and that wasn't happening right now; in fact, Jabba couldn't seem less interested in her. Clearly, he was up to something…but what? What, dammit?
A small chuckle sounded from nearby, and she saw Bib Fortuna and a couple of guests were watching her silent conflict. Bib grinned, and Leia glared at him. If it weren't for the fact that she knew Jabba wouldn't take advantage of her at any given moment, she was otherwise ready to give the Twi'lek majordomo a piece of her mind.
Bib's pallid, lekku-crowned head tilted as his fanged lips whispered something. Leia frowned and shook her head back. "You can sit," he repeated.
Leia glanced at Jabba, then. (She would later look back on this moment with disdain when she realized that she had actually been seeking the Hutt's approval; it was a big step towards her breaking.) Jabba said nothing, did nothing besides stare at her as he unleashed another mouthful of smoke.
Leia crossed her arms over her chest. Her impatience had grown into downright annoyance. She didn't see how it could hurt forher to sit down, even with all the disgusting environmental hazards she would face; if Jabba wanted her back on her feet, she knew all too well he'd make her.
So, gingerly turning so her back was to Jabba, Leia reached to her sides and pulled her rear skirt snugly against her backside (this way, there would be only one set of eyes upon the action), and she began to crouch, lowering herself until she found the cushions rising up to meet her.
Bib and the others were instantly bored with Leia, and a moment later, they dispersed. Leia felt her tension lessen—just slightly.
A minute or two went by; for all Leia knew though, it could have been five or ten for how the time dragged. Eventually, she turned and glanced back up at Jabba. He was still smoking, seeming to completely ignore her presence beside him. Not that she was in the least bit dissatisfied with his neglect; just the fact that she even had time to think at all was a bit of a blessing. Enjoy it, Leia's ever-unexpected inner voice reassured her. You don't know how long you may get this peace of mind.
She glanced around, wondering if there was anything worth observing in the meantime; perhaps something useful, such as an escape route to keep in mind if-no, when-such a strategy become necessary. She watched the crowd: some were coming from the canteen, holding foods and drinks. A couple of guards bickered with a Rodian who kept gesticulating down a hallway. Several slaves, including the red-headed dancer, were standing nearby, talking to a short, rotund blue being with big floppy ears and a massive nose, his black eyes twinkling as he wiggled his fingertips in the air. The redheaded slave turned to Leia, and she wasn't sure why she wasn't so startled to see this, but she felt a strange disquiet just the same; she pursed her lips—the closest thing she had to a smile in a couple of days—and the slave returned a smirk before turning back to the conversation with the short blue being. You're just a part of the crowd now, Leia found herself thinking. Might as well relax.
And so Leia did relax, and spent the better part of the morning sitting quietly and patiently beside Jabba—something that she would learn, in the days to come, was quite a normal, even expected, task of a true slave.
The Dealer
Leia's relaxation abruptly ended when the chain behind rattled as Jabba tugged at it, hard. Her abdomen barely had time to instinctively tighten as the collar dug into her slender neck and hurled her body backwards, and she landed with a fleshy plop against the Hutt's corpulent belly, which jiggled and shook from the impact. His doughy flesh radiated warmth into her back, and Jabba rumbled softly as he reached down with a greasy hand. Jabba slipped his hand onto Leia's bare shoulder, his chubby digits groping at the slope of her skin before sliding further down, stroking Leia's arm in a warped, repulsively affectionate manner.
Leia started as something tickled her, and she looked down and flinched. Jabba had slid his tail higher up beside her, and was rubbing its worn, calloused tip, filthy with every labor from his bodily propulsion to more coitus than she cared to think about, right against her belly. The appendage seemed to take on a life of its own as it openly explored Leia's skin, even at one point burrowing its tip into her navel.
That did it.
Leia sat quickly up and forward, twisting to the side, the chain noisily jangling as she squirmed to get as far away as possible—
"Hgck-!" she grunted, grabbing at the collar, eyes squeezing shut. "Agh!"
There was a metallic clink as Jabba slackened the chain, getting a better grip, then was snapped hard again, and Leia landed right back up against him.
It took Leia a few seconds to regain her breath. In that long, precious moment, Jabba's free hand returned to slide over her exposed cleavage, and now his tail was back, creeping down the lower half of her belly, pressing her skirt plate against her pelvis as it traveled farther and farther down. Its unclean tip slithered between her frontal skirt and her inner thigh.
"Ungh," Leia whimpered, flinching—hardly noticing the joy that the audience gave at her exhibition of fear and disgust.
The worn, wrinkled flesh of Jabba's tail crawled over her upper thigh as the questing tip slithered further in. Leia was too slow to close her thighs—her clumsy position didn't permit modesty—and she whimpered again as his tail brushed right up against her womanhood.
Although recovering, her thighs were still painfully sore, and mentally...she didn't know how much more she could take.
Leia, eyes stinging with tears, put on her best defiant face and glared up at Jabba, who simply stared back down at her with a malicious smirk.
"Nnnuhhhhh…" Leia quickly looked away from Jabba as she instinctively voiced her protesting stimulation as the tip of his tail began pushing up into her. She didn't want Jabba to see her face; not like this. She closed her eyes again, biting her lip as that massive filling feeling began, making her whole body tremble, wobbling the flesh upon which it rested.
Leia fought like never before to prevent herself from giving voice to the damn sensations building inside her…when a voice suddenly arose from behind Jabba, and his tail stopped. Leia opened her eyes, but did not—could not—move.
"Master Jabba." It was Bib Fortuna. Leia heard his sandaled feet come to a stop. A squishy sound arose as Jabba twisted above her, his flesh shifting from the motion.
Bib whispered something in Huttese, something about somebody being here, and Leia glanced up and around. The room was still crowded with onlookers—including a repulsive pair of beings actually masturbating right there on the floor, still watching her, and Leia quickly looked away, trying to see just who had arrived. She knew it wasn't who she was hoping it was—and she didn't want to think about how much longer she had before she would see them—and so it was hard to tell just who to be looking for.
"Bah!" Jabba shouted, making Leia start. "Coose hooha spastika." He sounded annoyed. Leia knew the last word; she'd heard it enough times from her days with Han: shipment. Some kind of shipment had arrived…and Leia wasn't sure she wanted to know just what it contained.
His tail shifted inside her, then suddenly it slid right out, making her gasp. It trailed her wetness right over her thigh as it emerged and dropped beside her, its tip brushing more of her lust against her backside. Leia's bosom, which had been heaving with her jittery breaths, slowly lowered exhaled in relief.
Thank the Force.
Bib replied, prompting Jabba to grumble a phrase, which sounded to be some sort of confirmation of sorts. Jabba barked his reply, clearly very annoyed at the interruption.
Leia was almost indebted to whoever was coming.
A moment later, several Gamorrean guards began to clear the center of the throne room. The music came to an abrupt stop, and a whisper-filled silence filled the room. Shortly afterwards, a pale blue being strode into the room. He was dressed in illustrious white robes, and his features were unusual to Leia, who had seen her fair share of beings; twin tentacles alongside his oval mouth, his eyes two large, black orbs. He was followed closely by a small R2 unit—a translator unit she'd seen on several Alliance ships in the past.
As the alien and the droid made their way to the center of the chamber, Jabba gave a slight, almost unnoticeable tug on her chain. She blinked at this, unsure what the Hutt was doing, but as he made no other move on her, she took the opportunity to push herself back and up into a sitting position.
Jabba and the strange being exchanged greetings, the droid acting as an intermediate between the two, its beeps and whistles hard to follow. Of course, it was all being said in two different languages; the visitor's was one with which she wasn't familiar in the slightest.
The conversation seemed to go on forever.
At one point, the visitor reached into the folds of his robes and pulled out a small container, its clear sides showing a reddish-orange powder inside.
Jabba motioned towards the humanoid, and Bib casually approached him. Jabba's hand lowered to Leia's shoulder and stroked it. Her skin crawled at the feeling, but luckily the Hutt was back to business a moment later.
Returning to his master, Bib opened the container and held it out for Jabba, who reached in with two fat digits and carefully gathered up some of the powder. Then, raising it up to his head, Jabba's long, wet tongue protruded out from his cavernous, toothless mouth. Leia couldn't help but flinch as she heard Jabba slurp at his fingers.
Jabba smacked his huge, drooling lips several times as he tasted of the powder, which Leia now recognized as a spice, an outlawed drug in most parts of the galaxy; it made perfect sense, considering who was involved here.
Jabba took a few moments to evaluate the taste before giving the dealer a nod of approval. There was a metallic clink by Leia's ear as the chain suddenly went taut with a slight tug, making Leia squeeze her eyes shut, her body tensing; but then it was over, and she relaxed, thinking nothing more of it.
"Che copah?" Jabba was asking for the price. The dealer's response was brief, so Leia could only assume they had began to negotiate a price for the spice. She waited to hear Jabba's counter offer, but the moment stretched out, second by second.
Jabba suddenly gave a swift, painful yank on her chain. Leia groaned as she fell back against the Hutt's loathsome belly, plop and jiggle, and once again he reached down to pet her shoulder.
No way, Leia thought. How could he be wanting this—be thinking about this—right now? There had been no apparent change in Jabba's mood, no boiling anger or disgruntlement directed towards the dealer or her. So why now?
Jabba cooly responded to the dealer's with his own offer. As the dealer countered, Jabba's hand slid to Leia's right bikini strap, his belly vibrating as he repeated the same offer as before; she could hear the impatience building in his tone.
As the droid began translating it, the Hutt's fingers fumbled with her strap, slowly but surely loosening it. Leia's hands balled into fists, and lifted slowly beside her bare abdomen...but then stopped. She couldn't protest this, not now-oh, especially not now, not with the dealer standing there. She could care less about what such a gesture would do for Jabba's image...but she did care if her life depended upon it.
Leia closed her eyes as her top came loose, and her breasts, having lost half of what little supported they were granted, slightly sagged downwards. She felt her cheeks burning as a few in the crowd whispered and snickered at this, but luckily, Jabba's deal continued to be held. Maybe he just wants to show off some of my skin, Leia thought hopefully.
Leia's hopes were shattered when Jabba slid his hand down her chest and stuffed his chubby fingers directly into her top. Leia sighed, turning her head away, eyeing the ceiling, the floor, anything but one of the many onlookers, as he groped at her breast and playfully poked and rubbed at her nipple with a thick, rough digit. She couldn't help but squirm as he continued fondling her, but Jabba quickly pulled the chain taut again, killing Leia's resistance.
The dealer stammered, then; and seemed to struggle to regain his thoughts as Jabba continued to molest Leia. Jabba tugged up on her chain, gagging her. "Urk," she blurted, flinching. The chain slackened, and Leia gasped for breath-then gasped again, uttering a faint moan, feeling the sudden invasion of Jabba's tail, which had suddenly materialized between her legs and was even now easing up into her.
"Auunnhhh..." Leia cursed herself for her weakness; how did Jabba do this to her so easily?
That was when she noticed the silence, save her own heavy breaths and moans, and she dared to peek. The dealer was standing there, simply staring at them in awe.
Jabba continued to work his tail into Leia. She pushed herself up, back, away, wriggling her pelvis side to side and pushing her hands against the throne's animal skins and cushions, but she ultimately only managed to shove herself deeper against the Hutt's squishy belly.
Jabba repeated his offer, his tone cold, but Leia didn't hear it; she was being driven wild by the huge, pulsing member being driven up into her sex.
The dealer, shaken out of his trance, offered a new deal.
Jabba yelled something, putting immense pressure on the chain as he pulled back on it. Leia sputtered as she choked on the collar, and her hands shot up to wrap their fingers around the ungiving metal, then gasped with a shiver as her bodily stimulation climbed even higher.
"Ees hoppada nopa!" Jabba snarled.
Leia moaned louder, her body practically shuddering with the building sensations.
Although intimidated, the dealer still denied Jabba.
The droid translated yet another offer from the dealer back to Jabba, which he seemed to actually consider for a moment. He calmly replied, his titanic voice sounding out yet another moan from Leia as another wave of pleasure vibrated through her body. Very close, now.
The dealer, who was now visibly angered, took several steps towards Jabba; now standing directly on top of the grating before Jabba's throne. His response was not as brief as before, his words were tense and enraged.
Leia wasn't sure what exactly happened next. Jabba shouted something, and there was a dull smashing sound somewhere behind her. She twisted her head, her eyelids fluttering as she continued to gasp, feeling Jabba's tail slowly reaming up and down her wet womanhood; Jabba's hand was coming off of his armrest, she saw, but she couldn't tell what-
There was a squeal, and Leia turned to find the dealer was gone-along with the very floor he'd been standing upon. Instead, a massive, gaping hole had opened in the stone; it was some kind of trapdoor.
A loud screeching squeal of metal wheels turning traveled through the chamber, bouncing off and on the stone walls of the palace and resounding painfully in Leia's ears as a metal grating began sliding across the open hole, sealing it from anybody else falling into the space below. A crowd had begun to form, everyone craning necks (if they had them) to look down into the covered space. What was going on?
It was then that Leia noticed that Jabba's tail had become still inside her-and that his hand had disappeared from her top! She didn't grab her strap and pull it back into place, though; even if she'd thought it was a good idea, she became distracted in that moment as the throne suddenly shook, shaking her along with the Hutt's jiggling belly. It rumbled to life with a low hum and began to move forward on its repulsorlift coils, heading right for the grating.
The crowd cheered in excitement, and Leia craned her neck, trying to see anything, but unable to, through the black holes in the grating. Suddenly, a high, keening sound arose from below, and Leia was horrified to realize that it was the dealer, screaming from somewhere far, far below. Her eyes widened; what was happening down there? What had Jabba done to him?
Then Jabba plunged his tail harder, deeper into Leia's crotch, and she cried out-almost losing herself to orgasm, but then he pulled it slowly out, dragging its bumpy surface along her passage, making her feel most unwholesomely horny.
Another sound arose from below, and the dealer's screams came again. At first, Leia thought it was some kind of machine, but when it stopped and started again, she realized that it was organic; it was some kind of terrible animal roar, sounded up from the hole. It was followed by another, even more horrible scream from the dealer; the overwhelming sound below drowned out both the crowd's jeers and Leia's shamefully loud moans.
Jabba's tail rammed back into Leia, and she came.
Fluids from Leia's arousal squirted and gushed around Jabba's fulfilling member, dribbling down his tail and splattering onto the stone surface of the throne.
There was another heart-stopping roar, and then the beginnings of a hopeless wail; which came to a sudden end as a loud, wet crunch filled the air from below. The audience hooted and cheered, immensely satisfied, and Jabba began to laugh, his big belly wobbling Leia, still whimpering as she came down from her orgasm, where she lay.
Leia felt tears sting her eyes, and she turned her head away, sobbing softly even as she continued to moan, Jabba's tail slowly working inside her, milking her for all she was worth.
Jabba finished her off. The throne pulled back. The squeal of the grating filled the air again, and Leia saw the floor-and its cleverly disguised trapdoor-had been restored.
As she straightened out her costume, Leia felt a deep concern building inside her...for now she knew just what Jabba was capable of, if she were to anger him. That concern blossomed into fear...and that fear only would get deeper, governing her every decision and action, in the days that followed.
Center of Attention
After another round of sexual torture from Jabba, Leia grabbed up her outfit and begins to redress. Leia was starting to get used to the daily wearing of this skimpy costume; it was at least something of a comfort to know she wasn't completely naked in front of Jabba.
Apparently satisfied by her performance, Jabba gave the chain some slack, turning his focus away from Leia and onto something in his court. It was then that Leia realized this always puzzled her; why would he be so insistent that she stay by his side, even in times where he's not paying attention to her?
Anticipating a sudden change in mind, Leia stared cautiously at Jabba as she slowly moved a couple of inches away from him before starting to lower herself to a sitting position by the base of his tail; it seemed to be the extent of her chain's slack. Jabba continues to watch his court, and Leia glanced around, trying to see what he was watching so intently.
Suddenly, Jabba turned his head toward Leia, and she immediately rose back to a standing position, damning herself in the process. What was wrongwith her? It's like she was seeking his approval; not that she had any choice in the matter—if she sat and he didn't want her to, he'd let her know. Still, she glared at him, clasping her hands before her gold skirt plate…and waited.
Jabba eyed Leia for a moment, then lifted his chain-wielding hand. Leia tensed…but the Hutt merely turned his hand upside-down and lowered it in the air; it was a gesture, which Leia hoped she understood properly: sit. Despite the shameful, insulting air of superiority, Leia couldn't help but feel merciful for the break in the repeated rounds of filthy, painful sex, and once again bending her knees, Leia started to lower herself to the cushions.
Suddenly the chain was taut again; it was hard to tell if Jabba had intentionally pulled it or was merely still holding it by accident. Leia was facing him, so the collar only pulled harmlessly against the bones in the back of her neck, but still she tensed fearfully; instinctively, she grabbed at the chain with both hands, at first to defiantly take the leash—and the power—away from the Hutt, but then as her protesting leg muscles tried to hold her in this physically awkward position, it became more of a means of helping herself back up to her feet.
Rising before Jabba again, Leia glared at him, waiting…
…and again, the Hutt did nothing; he merely turned back to his court, crudely ignoring her.
That was it: it was a game. Make her tense; keep her literally on her toes. If the objective of the game was to test how attentive Leia was, that would require Jabba's own attention. Well, two can play at this game, Leia thought. Let's see who can control who's attention here.
Still standing and facing Jabba, Leia slowly lifted her right leg up, the bare flesh of her thigh slipping out from behind its skirt. She then placed her left hand on her left leg and began to rub it up and down, watching Jabba the whole time. Jabba's gaze remained fixed upon the audience chamber.
Leia turned and glimpsed around. Soft music from a single harmonic instrument was playing from somewhere nearby. A couple of dancers were standing in a corner, and to Leia's surprise, Boba Fett was standing before them, his helmet nodding in conversation. One of the girls giggled and turned away. What wonders never cease, Leia thought, and continued to scan the room. Nothing she could see that could warrant such close attention from the Hutt. Maybe he—
Leia turned to find Jabba looking at her again—and specifically, at her lower body.
There, she thought.
She purposely snapped her hand away from her left leg, and lowered her right. She balled her fist by her side, hoping it helped create a convincing appearance of embarrassment. Jabba's eyes lifted (Leia could feel his gaze upon her skin, and suppressed her shudder so her skin only became bumpy), and then he was looking at her face again. They faced each other off for a long moment, and Leia had time to wonder if he'd gotten wise to her turn on his game.
Still looking at Leia, Jabba opened his mouth and belched a loud command. There was a hoot from the audience chamber floor, and Leia turned to see what was going on.
Jabba's band was coming together, and they began to play their respective instruments in sequence of arrival; first the harmonic sounds got louder, then the short, blue keyboardist set up a melody. Drums, singing, percussion, flutes…it was quite a last-minute and clumsy setup, but it quickly turned into a raucous (if catchy) tune. The dancers left Boba Fett and began to writhe and twist, and soon Yarna appeared and joined them, swinging and jiggling her pendulous abdomen and breasts about in a hypnotically visual counterpoint to the rhythm. Leia was frankly amazed at how quickly it all came together, forming such a graceful scene from such disarranged chaos.
Behind Leia, Jabba chuckled a phlegmy laugh, and under it was a metallic clink. Sensing her call once again, Leia turned back to him—and froze.
Jabba was picking up the chain with both hands, but he wasn't tugging it; rather, he was dragging its remaining slack up and over his bulky tail, tossing the links noisily by her feet.
Oh no.
Leia didn't want to process what she suspected might be—what she knew must surely-be happening. She stepped instinctively sideways, more directly in front of Jabba…away from the building command piled at her feet.
He wanted her to dance.
Leia had only had one lesson in the Dancer Pit to prepare her for this; it had proved useless in her time by the Hutt's side, for all he seemed to want of her was to rape and molest her, and those scant lessons in bodily writhing were such fleeting memories now. What was Leia going to do?
Then something strange happened; Jabba switched his grip on Leia's chain again, grabbing up a section closer to her end of it before tugging hard, making Leia grunt as she was pulled towards him—and away from the dance. Jabba forced her into the slave's embrace, her face inches away from his drool-dribbled chin. He placed his right hand around Leia's waist and pulled her closer; luckily, the music was loud enough to cover the sickening sounds of his flesh squashing up against hers.
So he doesn't want me to…dance, after all.
Still in the embrace, Jabba pulled his right hand away from Leia's hip, and lifting the chain near her, he made a show of giving it some slack dropping the cold links along the exposed side of her left breast. His chunky arm disappeared from around her waist, and Leia took a cautious step backward; he didn't stop her—only the chain did, as its slack permitted her about a foot's distance.
The music stopped, and Leia fearfully turned back, glancing behind, seeing the dancers bowing off of the floor.
Suddenly Jabba bellowed, loud and smelly in Leia's close proximity. "Ab godda ta neecho boke ooh neetah!" Leia watched as he licked his lips, his gaze fixed past her, likely on the dancers on the floor. Then he turned his attention back to her as an upbeat song began.
Leia felt Jabba lower both his hands and press them around her hips, pulling her a little closer again. He started to push and twist at her body, causing Leia a moment of confusion (was he pulling her close or pushing her out of the way?) before she realized that he was nudging her to turn and sway her hips in sync to the beat.
See? He does want you to dance, Leia decided. Just really close to him. Leia had to hide her smirk of annoyance and disgust. Oh. Great.
Leia reluctantly took the cue from Jabba, and began to swing her hips back and forth on her own. Jabba watched with glee as Leia began her dance. Leia wiggled her body and bent her knees, hoping this was somewhat passable.
She felt her skirts beginning to flutter about, giving quite a view, especially from behind, and she not-so-subtly grabbed at them, trying to keep them in place. Jabba tugged on her chain, bringing her closer, and Leia abruptly stopped dancing. He brought her right back into the slave's embrace, and Leia lowered her gaze, quite reluctantly ready to let him have his way with her. However, he once again grabbed her hips and moved them, forcing her lower body to rub around against his own. Dance against him, came Leia's strange instinct, and she wished she would stop thinking such persuasive thoughts. Then she remembered what fate could await her…and reluctantly, she continued her dance.
Leia writhed and twisted her body, rubbing herself against Jabba's squishy bulk, feeling his oily skin seeming to press in on every nook and cranny where the gold bikini frames sat upon her, and damn if some of his more voluminous flabs weren't actually tugging her bikini cups and skirt plates down. It was all very clumsy and most crude, but Jabba didn't seem to mind, and so Leia continued to slowly grind in this filthy, filthy dance.
At one point, Jabba grabbed Leia's form and pushed and twisted, guiding her until she was twisted fully away from him—but as the music kept playing, so Leia kept dancing, now grinding and "bumping" (she remembered the term from the Dancer Pit) up against his big belly. Jabba began to laugh, and Leia gasped as she felt one of his chubby hands seem to pinch her bottom—and a moment later she felt her rear skirt being lifted; her dance faltered, and she was blushing deeply, but she kept dancing.
Jabba's other hand pressed suddenly up against the cleft of Leia's buttocks and thighs, and she felt one of his big digits push right into her. Leia cried out in protest, but she wasn't to be heard over the music. Then his finger disappeared suddenly, making her shiver, and he let her pull quickly away, stepping to the end of the chain's slack before turning to glaring at him. His huge head rocked forward, a nod, a command; continue, it seemed to say.
Leia, her breath short, gave him a long glare. Jabba tugged her back up against himself, and as soon as his hands were upon her hips again, she reluctantly resumed the dance.
As the dance went on, Jabba removed Leia's top and began to play with her breasts—stopping only to get her hips moving again when she stopped to let him have his way with her. Leia danced as he squeezed and pushed her breasts around, thumbing her nipples into hardness. She danced as she felt the sickening slither of his tail upon her legs. She danced even as he entered her and began to slowly ream up and down. She danced, feeling the push and pull of his building control over her lust. She danced right through her first orgasm…and she only finally stopped moving to the rhythm of the music when he began to remove her skirt and took her again.
To Hurt to Dance
The next day, it hurt for Leia to dance for Jabba.
It had been a long evening before, and not for what had repulsively become "the usual reasons." Jabba had conducted a business meeting late into the night, hollering and gesturing with violent swipes of his chunky arms, frequently choking Leia with hard consequential tugs on her chain. Once it was over—Leia figured Jabba was getting the short end of the stick, from the sounds of it—Jabba went at Leia, and hard, making her cry out in serious pain at one point, and working within her spent woman hood for long, powerfully sensitive minutes after she came.
Now, Leia's bones were feeling rather creaky as she twisted and gyrated her hips and bumped her backside about; she would be grateful for when it ended…but only if she were given a chance to rest afterward.
Such a break was not to be, however; when the song stopped and Leia bowed with the other dancers, Jabba tugged swiftly on her chain. "Da eitha, shag," he bellowed, pointing at his belly.
Seriously? Leia thought, disbelieving.
Jabba lifted the chain, lowered it…then pulled back hard so it snapped in the air, the collar tugging against the back of Leia's neck, making her rock on her feet.
Leia conceded. She knew she was going to regret this, but at least the labor would be done and over with, and maybe Jabba would let her rest after this.
Her pulse still a heavy pounding in her ears, Leia hiked her skirt belt up slightly before realizing that that probably wouldn't matter in a moment anyway. Abandoning the modest gesture, she walked across the floor to the throne.
She had a moment to reflect upon just how high its upper surface was from the floor, and she had to really lift her foot high up, showing off her whole leg in the process, in order to find leverage. The jingle of her chain hid the sound of her grunt as she hoisted herself up; she found her footing and rose, straightening before Jabba. He licked his lips, but still she forced herself forward.
She stopped when her boots almost kicked the meeting-place of his belly and the surface of the throne. She could feel his warmth upon her bare belly and thighs. She wasn't precisely sure what he intended to do—and so if he wasn't planning on having her in his embrace, she was not about to volunteer.
That was when she heard it. It was practically a roaring sound for how swiftly it had come about.
Silence.
The music, the singing, the conversations, the grunts, the gibbers, the croaks—all had stopped.
She glanced around, wondering—hoping—for a moment that she may have gone suddenly deaf, but she felt her heart shrivel up and drop somewhere inside her chest. The audience filling the entire chamber was staring at her, anticipation bright on the face of each guest, practically twinkling in every set of eyes. Leia had to turn away, blushing.
What was happening? What was Jabba going to do? The crowd obviously seemed to know something that Leia didn't; they were watching her like she was about to deliver the final verdict in a courtroom. Jabba was once again making no clear move upon her; Leia wondered if perhaps he too was waiting for her to do something. But what?
Leia shifted her balance on her feet…and then her skin began to bristle up with the slow chill of realization that crept through her.
She was thinking about it all wrong. Jabba was waiting for her to do something…something she had already started, just by coming over to him.
He-and the audience, in turn-was waiting for her to press up against him.
It didn't matter why, either; just the fact that he was waiting for her to do it carried so much weight in its implications that it was fairly disturbing.
Leia bit her lower lip, suddenly and curiously very self-conscious. What was the big deal? After all she'd been through—after all she'd done, and how many times, and in front of so many people, this should hardly be taken as anything new or exotic.
On the other hand (and Leia sulked inwardly at this), she had initiated this. She had chosen to come all the way over to the throne, to climb atop it, and to walk right up to Jabba…and all because he had told her to. There was no taking that back, not now that she was standing right in front of him; what was a voluntary slave's embrace but the final step in this particular path already taken? So really, entering Jabba's embrace now would hardly make things worse at this point.
Besides, wasn't the whole point ofher plan, if and when she was captured, to make Jabba think he'd gained the upper hand? What was a better way for that to work than to act like she was losing her will power to him? It would work. It had to. And at the very least…it would invite another repulsive act of debauchery, and at least then it would be done and over with, if history was any indication.
Holding her breath, Leia lifted her right foot and moved it forward, the tip of her boot stopping just under the bottom curve of the mass of flesh before her. Her weight shifted upon her right leg as she pushed herself forward…and her body slowly came into contact with his. Centuries of gravity had pulled the Hutt's bulk down and out, and so the widest part of his body was his belly—which in turn was the first part of him that Leia touched. Her lower abdomen met the filthy, amphibious flesh; it was moist, clammy, and warm against her, and so damn soft; it dimpled instantly where her body touched it, like the meniscus of liquid being affected by an intruding fingertip.
Leia had to make herself stop right there, feeling like it was her first time being shoved up against him by Melina, or when Jabba had forced her onto her feet the morning after her capture, all over again; only this time…this was all her own doing. She was pressing herself against Jabba, with no forceful push or pull guiding her; it was like willingly stepping into something foul…no matter how she planned it or how she perceived it, it felt—no, it was—a damnably repulsive action to take. Yet her audience was still silently watching, still eager to see what unfolded…and Leia didn't wish to find out what would happen if she were to stop and pull away now.
Just a little closer, her detached inner voice thought. Just a little more…
Leia turned her head away, eyes cast down, as she took a tiny breath and let it shudderingly out through parted lips…and guided herself closer. Jabba's belly met more of her own, the fat spreading up and out over her flesh, the hidden muscles beneath his bulk starting to press down upon the upper curve of her gold skirt buckle, shoving it against her lower pelvis. Her chain jingled as its slack folded upon itself, the cold links tickling her flesh. She forced herself a little closer, and now felt the fat pressing against her bare thighs, forcing her frontal skirt between them.
"Ungh…" Leia kept the voice out of her groan, so it was little more than an exhalation.
The silence around them was finally broken as a few guests chortled and raised their voices in anticipation, but some damn fool made a hushing sound, and the horrible silence returned.
Leia didn't move any closer, however. This was enough. If Jabba was going to do something to her, he had all the opportunity to do it, now. Leia felt pain in her hands, and realized she'd clenched them into tight fists by her sides as she waited. She chanced a look up at Jabba.
The Hutt, clearly satisfied, narrowed his huge eyes and licked his lips. The wobble of his fleshy rolls was repulsive not only to see, but to feel; the slight vibration of the flesh quaked against Leia's whole lower abdomen.
How long Leia remained pressed against Jabba's front like this, without anything else happening, was impossible to tell; it may have been perhaps several long seconds, but it easily could have been a minute or three. It was an eternity of humiliation, either way, and its momentum was broken only when Jabba started laughing.
Though Jabba had laughed with Leia upon his front several times before—twice now, he'd made her feel deeply embarrassed and humiliated in so doing while forcing Leia to succumb to ecstasy as he fingered and tailed her it had never felt quite so disgusting as it did now. The gross sounds of his moist rolls of flesh jiggling and slapping above one another, the vibrations of expelled guttural air and booming vocal chords carrying through the gelatinous blubber pressed over every square inch of the front of Leia's belly and pelvis and thighs, the wet squelches of toothless gums and working tongue, only a foot or so before her face, welling his rank, humid breath out over her, choking her on foul digestive gases...it was too much to bear, and Leia's repulsion was too great to suppress—she turned her head away and let out a long, loud groan: "Auuugh…!"
Jabba laughed harder, his fatty rolls rubbing against Leia's skin as his foul breath puffed out with each guttural hoot. "HO-Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho, HAH-Hah-hah-hah-hah-hyeaaiiiighghghh…"
He reached up suddenly and wrapped his arm around Leia's side, pressed his hand to her back and pulled her upper body closer. His laugh devolved into a horrible, slobbering gurgle as Leia's breasts shoved up against his slime-dribbled chins. He licked his lips, but he did not withdraw his tongue when the task was finished. Leia wailed her disgust even before it began.
Jabba began to lick her face. His huge tongue covered her face in thick, stickywet saliva as his other hand lifted and slipped over the front of her right breast, cupping it through the thin cloth stretched beneath the gold frames, his fat thumb pressing and sliding around directly over her nipple, forcing it to harden under the fabric, sending a shivering surge of unwanted physical pleasure through Leia's body.
"Nnnhh…" The single syllable of protest died on her quivering lips as she pressed them together, just before his tongue slid over them, smearing his foul saliva all over her in a beastly kiss.
Jabba's hand slid down her back, lazily traveling over her rear skirt plate, which curved sharply out over the upper slope of her backside. He grasped her buttocks right through the thin cloth hanging beneath the plate, making Leia gasp, her breasts swelling up against his flabs and hand as she squirmed from the grope.
Jabba started licking at her neck now, a slow, wet caress that sent shivers through her body. With as many times as he had done this to her in the days before, it was a wonder she wasn't more used to this already…but something was worse about this: more deliberate, more intimate…more lecherous. Leia craned her head away, still groaning loudly…but damnably not just from disgust anymore.
His hand lifted back up and pressed below her shoulders, shoving her bosom closer into his doughy, slime-slathered chins. His huge tongue slopped down over her neck, befouling collar and flesh alike. His groping-hand continued to stimulate her nipple through her top…then he turned it and pressed its clammy palm onto the side of her upper chest.
Just get it over with, her thoughts came. Just let him finish it and you can relax again.
Jabba's hand slid down slowly, the sweat- and grease-slicked palm traveling over her belly, making Leia tremble against him. He began to shove it between their joined lower bodies, fingertips poking into her navel as they passed and went down, down…
The fat fingers probed and pushed, and Leia gasped as they found their place. They began to move up and down, sending ripples of sensation through Leia's body, soon turning into waves of forbidden lust…and finally mounting pleasure. At some point, Jabba had Leia remove her top, and he proceeded to slurp up her heaving breasts. She moaned loudly and came hard on those thick, phallic digits...but he was not done.
In fact, he had only just begun.
Jabba pulled his fingers out and ordered her to remove her skirt. Leia, weak and trembling and still so very, very horny, had only the most fleeting reluctance to obey. Once it was off, Jabba grabbed her bare backside and shoved her pelvis closely to his gut, then grabbing her thigh, he pulled upward, spreading her legs, then slammed the end of his tail up into her hot, wet pussy.
"AAGH!" Leia cried. Her moans evened out as the tail angled more directly beneath her, the thick, ridged appendage wrapping around the back of her knee and calf as it worked its muscles, the fat tip probing and pushing deep into her wet lust. "Ohhhh," she moaned now. Pushing herself up, she lifted her already-crooked leg a little higher, seeking a better angle with which to weigh herself down onto that huge member. She found that angle, and straddling a big hunk of Jabba's belly-fat between her thighs, pressing her hands to its upper slope for balance, she straightened…and began to hump.
Jabba's blubbery belly dimpled and expanded under Leia as she rode that tail, working hard, feeling a good seven inches of it push into her before the increasing width of the heavily-muscled member bottomed out. Her body hungered for it, however, and she worked hard to fulfill that craving. Her slimy breasts rubbed on Jabba's squishing rolls, and she moaned loudly. After a minute, she came again, and she began to slow down.
Jabba yanked her chain. "Ab godda ta neecho boke ooh neetah!"
Leia knew he wanted her to do it again, and with her lust hovering just above her heart, she obeyed. In seconds she came again, crying loudly, whimpering at how weak she felt.
"Ooh neetah!" He gave another hard tug on her chain.
"I…can't…" Leia whimpered between wheezing breaths. She stared at the floor. She couldn't look at him, not after all that.
Another yank. "Ooh neetah, shag!"
"Please…"
YANK.
"Oh please, I can't, I can't, I'm done Master!" Didn't he get it? There was only so much she could do. She was exhausted, drained, physically and mentally. She wasn't sure she could even stand, much less hump him some more.
She waited, but he didn't respond. Didn't even yank her chain.
She knew she was done, and she knew the shame of her performance would get the better of her now. Her eyes traveled up his slime-dribbled front, and she saw his tongue as it slurped over his lips, the tip disappearing into his dribbling maw, and finally her eyes met his.
He was staring at her.
"Nu pratta dunko?"
A few hushed voices sounded around them. Leia wasn't sure she understood; she said nothing.
"Nu pratta dunko, shag?" Jabba repeated, a harder edge in his voice now.
Leia shook her head, tension forming through her whole frame. It was hard enough understanding Huttese when she had the time and luxury to focus; but now, with her mind so scattered, and being asked—no, demanded—like this…she had no clue as to what the Hutt was saying. Whatever it was, she had a bad feeling about it.
Jabba glared at Leia for another long moment. His huge head rocked back as a belch sent ripples through his body, but his nostrils merely flared as a result; then he did it again, and Leia realized he was starting to chuckle. Soon it became another round of deep, hearty, belly-wobbling—and cruel, very cruel—laughter. "HO-Ho-ho-ho-hoooo…"
A peal of reflected humor sounded throughout the chamber, and Leia turned to see every taunting face laughing, laughing at her and whatever the hell it was she'd done.
Jabba, still laughing, removed his tail from Leia. She groaned loudly as the wet sucking sound filled the air that now kissed her wet, sore pussy, and she bucked on his front, naked, slimy, and weak. The slippery tip of his tail brushed her legs as it dropped to her feet, then slid away.
Jabba's hand from Leia's back, and a moment later, his other hand disappeared from her belly. Leia, growing very fearful, glanced around at his moving arms as he placed them back on the sides and upper slopes of his mighty belly.
A minute went by, then two…and still Jabba made no move upon Leia. As an experiment, she very, very slowly pulled away (trying to ignore the nauseating feeling of Jabba's greasy belly-fat as it peeled stickily off of her stomach). Jabba made no move to pull her back. He'd stopped laughing, but amusement still glittered in his huge eyes.
The audience began to disperse around them, and soon the palace was quiet again.
Alertly watching the Hutt to make sure he made no other moves, Leia took a step back, then slowly lowered herself to the throne on weak legs. She gathered her shed, slimy articles of clothing (for all they were worth), put them back on, and wiped the drying slime off as she collapsed atop the cushioned thronetop. Jabba didn't stop her.
She turned herself away from Jabba, got as comfortable as was possible, given the circumstances, and let out her breath in a long, heavy sigh. The crowd around had already largely dispersed, with only a motley crew of a guard, a dancer, and a couple of henchmen still lingering.
Lonely Night
The scantily clad Leia's chain runs across Jabba's belly as Leia lye against his stomach, her left cheek against the cold chain as she sleeps silently on Jabba. Jabba's hand lay on Leia's shoulder as his tail rubbed against her naked leg as it was underneath her rear Lashaa silk exposing her tight round buttocks, her front Lashaa silk draped over her left thigh, leaving her womanhood exposed and legs. Jabba's tail moved closer to her butt cheeks, as the end of his tail went up and down caressing them. It had been dark in the room they were in but the window around the tower of Jabba's palace surrounding the room was letting the light of the moon into the private room.
It had been a cold night, but lying against Jabba's stomach kept her somewhat warm. Leia getting annoyed with his tail rubbing against her buttocks; sitting up straight she slowly moved to the left as far away from his tail as she could and moving forward to the distance the short tether would let her go, adjusting herself Leia adjusted her front silk allowing it to drape over her left ankle covering part of her Jerba leather boot as it dipped over the throne, she adjusted her rear silk moving it to cover her tight round butt cheeks and underneath her lower body to have coverage. Feeling the tightness of her collar tense due to her near the very edge of the throne, Leia reclined backwards using her left arm for suppoer onto the pillows Jabba provided for her, getting situated she put her right hand on her thigh. Looking back at Jabba's tail thankful it wasn't bugging her but it was a few inches away from her naked leg. Leia slowly closed her eyes falling back asleep.
Several hours of fitful sleep later, Leia awoke to distant noises and two hushed voices in conversation. It had been Bib, Salacious and guest . She glanced up, straining to see. Bib's voice carried down from the corridor, where shadows moved. Nearby, a frog in Jabba's bowl swam against its invisible glass barrier. Leia pushed herself slowly up, feeling Jabba's tail brush her thigh. She pulled her leg away, then glanced back at the corridor. She saw Bib Fortuna shuffling into the throne room followed by Salacious and the guest. She finished sitting up slowly, blushing as she felt Bib's eyes staring at her with lust.
She contentedly sat there before the slumbering Hutt and said nothing. Bib awoke Jabba, who grunted and stirred with a start, and the Twi'Lek's purring voice presented the guest as he asked for a favor. Jabba was quite displeased to hear this, and bellowed a snarl of disapproval. Leia felt the collar around her neck tighten as Jabba tugged irritably on the chain as the guest approached the dais.
"I must be allowed to speak," the guest said. Bib repeated this, in Huttese, to Jabba. Leia glanced back in time to see Jabba grab the front of Bib's robe and pull him close, speaking harshly, spitting out his words and saying something about a allowing a guest to come into the private room, only wanting time alone with Leia before he violently pushed Bib away, making him fall back and collapse onto the floor with a grunt.
" I have an offer for your slave", the guest glanced down at her momentarily, and Leia felt the most humiliated she had ever been, now that the person she most wanted to see was dead and a drunken guest seeing her in her current state of undress and ultimate degradation. The guest told Jabba that he would leave with her, his gaze so intense that Leia could feel the Jabba's anger. Jabba, however, was unimpressed, and laughed at the ultimatum. He told the guest (Leia gathered) that there would be no bargain, and as he spoke, he tugged firmly on Leia's chain. She craned her neck to avoid falling back, but the pressure on her throat was too much, she was slowly pulled back as her stomach tightened, and she shut her eyes in pain until the chain slackened again. Two of the Gommorean guard by the corridor of the room moved closer to the guest. Leia still half asleep and sensing Jabba's anger as he does not like to be woken up in the middle of the night.
"Nevertheless," the guest said, moving forward, "I'm taking her with me." The guards slowly crept after him. Leia felt confident that the guest could take care of himself, but some kind of icy fear still crept through her heart, knowing Jabba would execute him for this. Jabba snarled, the same sound he made when he was angry at Leia's more defiant moments. Bah!" Jabba shouted, silencing Bib as he translated. Leia felt the hairs on her neck rise at this as a fearful memory echoed deep in her brain. She started to turn to Bib, but then Jabba tugged violently on her chain; she was caught off-guard, and it was only her outstretched hands that managed to stop her from falling back into Jabba's bulk. Behind her, Jabba snarled that there would be no bargain, and in pain, Leia straightened, glaring helplessly at the guest. She temporarily forgot what bib had started to say. What Jabba said next, Leia didn't quite understand; but something in his tone, as he lowered his voice and spoke with a deep confidence made Leia's heart slow to a crawl.
Then everything happened suddenly.
The guest gestured to his right, and a blaster came out of his holster. He raised it at the Hutt, glaring coolly down as he took aim. A Gammorean guard stumbled over, trying to grab the gun from the guest. Leia pulled backwards as there was a brief flash and a shower of sparks as a blaster bolt sizzled into the ceiling. There was a hand on Leia's arm and she looked up to find Bib standing beside her, shaking his head subtly at her as if to say No, hold on, just wait. Then the throne shook, and Leia glanced around with a whimper. The throne was moving on its repulsorlift coils, and traveled slowly forward. Behind her, Jabba was grunting and gurgling in anticipation and glee. The throne stopped just before it got to the middle of the room and Leia felt the Hutt's fleshy belly press up against her back as he strained forward to look at the fight ensuing against one of his guards and the guest. and Leia strained to look (Jabba was holding her chain tight now).
Leia cringed and turned away as the the guest grabbed hapless guard and bit into his face as he slowly dide. Behind her, Jabba laughed loudly—at his own guard's horrible, unintended death!—and yanked on her chain. She rocked and strained, but kept watching. Another guard started fighting with the guest trying to stop him. The guest shot the guard but deflected it with his vibro axe. Suddenly, Jabba tugged on Leia's chain, and she almost fell back again, but she grabbed the collar in her hand and pulled as hard as she could, leaning forward in the slackened bond, straining the fight ensue as it moved around the room. Then the gammorean guard was at a door far off on the other side of the room – Leia could see the light from a hallway spill in. The Rancor moved in, roaring in rage as well as hunger now.
Jabba kept pulling on the chain, and Leia struggled to stay forward. The guest grabbed the gammoreans axe as he lay on the ground helpless, chopped his head off. Jabba bellowed in shock and fury. Two guards dead.
The guest still alive. Jabba's tugs grew strong again with his newfound fury, and Leia grunted in pain as he finally overpowered her—but at this point, she was almost too tired to care, and she let herself fall back against his belly with a dull, fleshy clap.
But Jabba was apparently in no mood to notice this unusual convenience; he was tugging upward on the chain now, the collar digging painfully into Leia's upper esophagus, gagging her. She grabbed at it and pulled, trying to determine some way of wriggling free of this choke. Two bounty hunters came in the room Bring me that guest Jabba howled, his tail thrashing by Leia's thighs. He said something else, but Leia's attention fixed on Bib as he commanded the two bounty hunters.
Jabba grunted something at Bib, who moved in and demurely apologized for being out of sight. As the two spoke, Leia felt the chain actually slacken, and managed to sit herself up—but then Jabba's hand was on her bare shoulder and she flinched, trying to twist out of his reach. The Hutt's hand moved with her, however, and managed to slide all the way down onto the top of her right breast before Leia was able to pull (briefly) away. The two bounty hunters brought the drunken guest aggressively to Jabba Leia took the moment to twist free of Jabba's grip, then he yanked her chain and she fell back a bit, wincing as his hand found her shoulder again, pressing and groping. The guest so drunk asked where Leia was as the alchol he induced was taking into strong effect. Leia, still struggling from Jabba, tossed caution to the wind and blurted out, "I'm here!"
"Bah!" Jabba shouted, finally removing his groping hand—but keeping a firm grip on her chain as he snarled something to Bib, who turned slowly to his captive. "Oh dear. The great Jabba the Hutt has declared that you are to be terminated…immediately."
Salacious Crumb burst out laughing.
"You are therefore to be taken to the Dune Sea," Bib continued, "and cast into the Pit of Carkoon. The nesting place of the almighty Sarlaac." There was a slurping sound behind Leia, and Jabba tugged her chain, a silent reminder of her place. The guest drunkenly said, "You should've bargained, Jabba." The two guards left the room with the guest as the walked down to the throne room, suddenly after a few minutes the crowd burst out cheering as tomorrow they are going to execute the guest for his miss behavior. Jabba commanded Bib to tell the guests to come to the room for a celebration. The crowd pushed in and everyone moved in a wave, heading towards the room. Jabba started laughing, and yanked hard on Leia's chain. She fell back against Jabba, watching with helpless terror as everyone entered the room. Jabba's hand found her shoulder again, and Crumb cackled by Jabba's twitching tail. Leia kept watching the crowd come in, even as Jabba's hand found its humiliating destination, and Leia closed her eyes for a second, still tired and annoyed that she hadn't gotten any sleep, glancing at the window it had still been dark out. She had wished that for at least one night she would be alone to rest without having Jabba's guests and henchmen, as it had been a while since she had privacy since her capture.
Leia tried sitting upright and arch her back to avoid his touch, to no avail. He was just keeping her too close. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Jabba's other hand resting on his throne's armrest, just near his hookah tank. Something there…what looked like a large, gray button set into the edge… Jabba's hand was only inches from it, his fingers drumming impatiently near it. Every set of eyes – be they in pairs or any other number – took at least a moment to gaze upon Leia where she'd sat on the farthest edge of Jabba's throne that she could manage to reach before the chain got too tight. Fingers, claws, paws, tentacles, pincers, organic and robotic alike, all took turns pointing at the half-naked human now bound to their bloated, slimy host. When at one point Jabba pulled her chain, forcing her onto her back with a pained grunt—oh, how the audience laughed and jeered at that; Leia had pushed herself up, blushing despite her anger, and quickly straightened her skirts as much as possible as she seated herself at the base of Jabba's belly, hoping the proximity would leave her chain enough slack to give her neck a rest for a little while.
The room filled with cheers and hoots of approval and satisfaction. Jabba's joyous laughter boomed through the corridors, and he soon called for his band to strike up. Dancers came in and began their risqué movement. It seemed to be Leia's lucky hour, because Jabba didn't order her to join them. Instead, the music built up, the room filled with even more people, and a veritable festival began. As the party wound on, Leia noticed Jabba's grip on the chain began to slacken significantly, and at one point she used the opportunity to distance herself from him as far as the chain would allow.
Then suddenly, she saw Bib standing nearby, and he approached her, trying not to look like he was paying her the attention; at least, that's what Leia pretended he was doing as he moved slowly behind a half-naked dancer gyrating her hips. "How're you holdin' up my lovely princess?" Bib asked, His eyes might have been fixed on the dancer, but Leia could see his eyes and hear his voice, and knew he was quite tense. She opened her mouth to speak, then paused; if Jabba saw her speaking—
Bending forward, Leia craned her neck so her head to the left, she murmured in a low voice, keeping her lips from moving too much. "How do you think?" glancing quickly over her shoulder at Jabba. Still busily drinking and talking. Bib responding back, "the way a princess should be treated"
As it turned out, his timing was perfect, as Leia felt a sharp tug on her throat, and fell backward. The chain noisily tightened as she was almost reeled back. Jabba's voice spoke. Leia got the gist of it.
The laughter, cheers, and jeers took a while to die down after Leia's big pronouncement. The subsequent physical torment and humiliation that Jabba inflicted as the night wore on made it obvious he had every intention of letting it get to his head.
Unexpectedly, Threepio re-entered the Main Audience Chamber as the party started winding down (along with her skirts). The golden droid seemed to Leia to be somewhere between nervous and disoriented as he shuffled toward the dais. She noticed that he did not address her or even look her way, quite possibly meaning that he did not know what to say or had been forbidden to interact with her in any way. Either that, or Jabba had the droid's memory erased; she had seen such behavior in protocol droids her father used after they had undergone the process, forced to re-accustom themselves to their environment in a very short time. She wasn't sure she would want anything of this humiliating episode to be recalled anyway; after all, Threepio had a way of reminding people of uncomfortable situations, even when still in the thick of them.
"How may I serve you, your Great Exaltedness?" Threepio asked plaintively. He listened as the Hutt gave his command, gesturing to the many beings scattered around the throne room. He then went back to groping Leia's body, and slobbering her face and chest with gratuitously sloppy kisses.
Threepio turned to address Jabba's court, apparently unfazed at his master's present activities. "His High Exaltedness Jabba the Hutt thanks his guests for being present tonight, and hopes you have enjoyed, ah…the entertainment thus far." Threepio paused as there was a tremendously loud, raucous cheer from the crowd. "There are transports available for those who wish to depart now with his compliments for a safe journey home. Those who wish to stay the night are perfectly welcome to do so."
Unexpectedly, Threepio re-entered the room as the party started winding down (along with her skirts). The golden droid seemed to Leia to be somewhere between nervous and disoriented as he shuffled toward the dais. She noticed that he did not address her or even look her way, quite possibly meaning that he did not know what to say or had been forbidden to interact with her in any way. Either that, or Jabba had the droid's memory erased since the barge incident of her friends; she had seen such behavior in protocol droids her father used after they had undergone the process, forced to re-accustom themselves to their environment in a very short time. She wasn't sure she would want anything of this humiliating episode to be recalled anyway; after all, Threepio had a way of reminding people of uncomfortable situations, even when still in the thick of them.
"How may I serve you, your Great Exaltedness?" Threepio asked plaintively. He listened as the Hutt gave his command, gesturing to the many beings scattered around the throne room. He then went back to groping Leia's body.
Threepio turned to address Jabba's court, apparently unfazed at his master's present activities. "His High Exaltedness Jabba the Hutt thanks his guests for being present tonight, and hopes you have enjoyed, ah…the entertainment thus far." Threepio paused as there was a tremendously loud, raucous cheer from the crowd. "There are transports available for those who wish to depart now with his compliments for a safe journey home. Those who wish to stay the night are perfectly welcome to do so."
Thank you very much, Leia thought as she struggled faintly, twisting in a feeble effort to avoid Jabba's big, groping hands as they cupped and tugged at her top. Her only comfort for the rest of that long, slimy night was the knowledge that there was no limit to how many times a droid's memory could be wiped.
After Jabba was finished, Leia noticed that the crowd was beginning to thin out. Figures were creeping, skulking, scuttling and slithering out into the corridors; those that remained found somewhat comfortable spots on chairs and against pillars. Even Salacious Crumb curled up amid the pillows nestled in the curl of Jabba's tail. Leia found herself yawning.
A moment later, Jabba pulled Leia close (she rose and pressed against him, instead of subjecting her throat to more painful tugs), and looking at her, he said something that Leia translated as, "You're learning respect." Leia doubted if a reply would be wise at this point, so she pursed her lips and waited. The Hutt licked her face…and then released her. He pointed at his belly and told her to sleep.
Tomorrow, Leia thought again as she turned, wiping at her face. A moment later, she lowered herself to the pillow-strewn surface of the throne and started to stretch out. Jabba yanked her chain suddenly, and she fell back against his belly with a grunt. He chuckled and reached down, stroking her bare shoulder, the long, quivering tip of his tail slithering uncomfortably close to her bare legs.
Leia knew she'd hardly sleep, with the growing tension she felt for the next day; sometime in the middle of the night, when she was sure Jabba was sound asleep, she'd shuffle away from him on the throne so as to not be totally in his slimy embrace all night.
Peaceful Morning
As Jabba's snoring made it even more difficult for her to sleep, Leia at least had some time to think about other matters. Unfortunately thinking of Han really didn't lift her spirit very much. Leia couldn't help feeling a bit bitter of Han dead while she was sentenced to something so much more demeaning. Modeling herself in a slave bikini for the purpose of entertaining Jabba's guests was a most humiliating fate. Leia lifted her head and looked back at the unconscious Hutt, furrowing her brow at the sight of her new master. What really upset her more than anything was thinking about Han and how stupid he must have been to do business with a Hutt. She was almost as angry at Han for getting himself into that mess as she was at Jabba for what he'd done to her. It was then that Leia silently dared Jabba to try and order her about again. If he believed that she would be easy to control, he best think again. Ironically Leia actually got a very restful sleep before she felt Jabba's tail underneath her rear Lashaa silk as it draped over the bulk of his tail, having noticed he slackened the chain considerably as Jabba snore away. Leia Although barely conscious, she was just aware enough to pull back underneath her body covering her buttocks. And then she buried her head into the cushion and tried to get back to sleep. When the tail began going underneath her rear skirt again, Leia grabbed the veil in back to the lower piece of her bikini and pulled it away.
Trying again to go back to sleep, light started to enter the room. She glanced up towards the window. Having not seen a sun set in a while, Leia looked back at Jabba as he and Salacious slept, looking back at the guests that remained in the room from earlier today. Leia pushed herself slowly up, feeling Jabba's tail brush her thigh. She pulled her leg away. An icy shiver of fear crept up her spine as she felt a sharp tug on her chain, causing her to fall back, her outstretched hands stopped her from falling against Jabba. Looking back at Jabba with annoyance he was sound asleep, it had only been a reflex, one that she has dealt with during her nights. Seeing her chain she saw she had enough slack to go towards the window, which is what she wanted, sometime away from Jabba, Jabba never gave her that much slack but he was very drunk when everyone fell asleep so she imagined he didn't notice it.
Leia slowly getting off the throne as the chain made clinking noises, walked towards the window. Seeing everyone fast asleep, as she walked past them, glancing back at Jabba, still sound asleep, she continued her walk to the window. Her Lashha silk swayed backwards due to her movement, finally reaching the window, her chain got tight around her neck, only a couple inches away she put her hand on the side of the slatted window for support. Through the slatted window she could see the sunrise. Enjoying the peace of not being touched or molested, Leia savored having this time to herself, remembering the good times she had with her friends, Han, and Luke and her family in the early mornings seeing a sunrise as it warmed her up with joy. The sun slowly rose, savoring every moment of time alone. Behind her, she could hear the Hutt snoring. At one point, he tugged on her chain, which made her flinch and look back at him in annoyance, Jabba still asleep, turning back to the window, looking out seeing the vast desert land of Tattooine, reflecting on her current state, having been with Jabba for some months now, not knowing the exact amount of time. Leia missing the outside world and the freedom she had being able to do what she wanted when she wanted. Leia dreaded her outfit. Instead of the innocent appearance of a young girl, Leia only saw an adult woman who had the look of a whore. Instead of the wealthy girl tended to by her own servants, she was reduced to the lowest social rank of them all... slave. Far from the adorable dresses she remembered wearing as a child, her gold bikini left little to the imagination.
And for everything it left exposed, Leia couldn't even recognize herself anymore. Staring out the window into her past, it reminded Leia that so much of herself had been destroyed since then. Alderaan was gone. Her friends and family murdered. Her family's fortune destroyed along with her home. And after all those years of service to the Rebel Alliance, she faced the fact that she will be spending the rest of her life in the hellish misery of Jabba's service. Against her every urge to hide it, Leia couldn't hold back a few tears. Looking outside into the vast Tattooine desert seemed a greater torment than anything Jabba has yet done to her. Upon opening her eyes again, Leia came to absolutely hate the sight of Jabba. Especially hated her outfit she was forced to wear. Hutts were well known for the way they dressed their slaves to enhance their appearance, and made her look like a whore, but the outfit Leia wore... its only purpose was to expose every inch of her beauty. The gold brassiere it didn't comfort her as it covered the top half of her breasts as the bottom of her breasts are exposed as it accentuated them showing cleavage pushing them together like a push up bra, as the bra cups only covered half her breasts. The brassiere left her back, shoulders, belly, and even her upper curves of her hips completely exposed, while also exposing her birthmark on her lower right back, as a pair of thin black strings ran across her back in an X shape, from her shoulders to under the opposite arm, holding her top in place, and was a little loose, but likely that was the idea.
Jabba had her hair done in a rather big bun pulling her hair back from her face as it was held in place by two gold hair clips that resembled a crown showcasing Leia's status as a princess, and from the bun her hair was done into a long braid secured by a gold hair fastener that dangled suggestively across her shoulder going down to her navel, which symbolized she was a tease, to be shown off.
Leia was also given gold earrings to wear. They had a curious triangular shaped that met at the bottom. Leia had make-up put on her, which included dark red lipstick which symbolized she was a woman with overtly feminine power, on her lips, mascara and eyeliner, plus a bluish eye shadow and plenty of blush on her cheeks, all emphasizing her feminine beauty and sensuality.
The most embarrassing aspect of all, however, were the skirts, or...was it even enough to constitute such a word? The lower piece consisted of two wide gold crescent moon Chastity plates covering her front hung suspended just above her pelvis and top half of her buttocks, which were joined together by hip fasteners, loops of gold which formed and open oval, providing a tantalizing view of Leia's flanks which were a bit loose. Leia found it absurd that Jabba had such an expensive outfit made especially for her. Leia did not like the design on the front plate, which portrayed a uterus and ovaries. It was as if the very thing meant to conceal her nudity symbolically exposed her for all to see.
Leia also disliked the upper arm band as it resembled a snake which was a symbol of rebirth and favorite slave to Jabba, the second was an armlet with a hole in the middle which carried significance in the Huttese culture and also.
Leia wore some peanut-colored skin boots, which were made from the hide of a Jerba and outlined with gold. She hated how well they went with the rest of her outfit, but they did keep her feet warm.
When she became Jabba's slave she wore a gold collar to match her gold bikini. The collar had a loop extension where the chain was attached. The collar itself was made specifically for Leia and fit tightly around her neck, Thus even when Jabba wasn't pulling on her chain, Leia could still feel the collar around her neck. The collar's constant presence instilled a slave consciousness in Leia.
The outfit was uncomfortable. The purple Lashaa silk flowed to just about her ankles. Resembling a split-skirt, they didn't conceal much beyond her inner legs, but exposing her legs at the same time and the sides of her butt cheeks, Leia wore nothing underneath, leaving her exposed underneath, with only the silks being her coverage covering only the ultimate regions of her womanhood - barely - and tracing a hint of privacy down the centers of her legs on either side.
Jabba had woken silently lustfully looking at Leias backside, looking down from her legs working his way up, drooling over the scantily clad Leia, Leia not realizing it that Jabba had waken, focusing outside and her time alone not being bothered.
Jabba pulled on the chain again, much harder this time, propelling her body backward, causing her to gag on the collar. She managed to turn with the momentum so she could see what was coming, not that she particularly wanted to. She just managed to leap onto the Hutt's dais to save her legs from being injured by falling to the deck or smacking against the edge of the stone platform. She stopped short of running right into Jabba, throwing her hands out to halt her progress, and poised to push herself away. There was a sudden cold sensation on the back of her left shoulder which forced her closer. She had noticed Bib Fortuna standing close by the last time she looked back, so she assumed it was his hand that kept her in place. She arched her back to keep her face as far as possible away from Jabba's, but thanks to his majordomo's efforts, that was only a fraction of an inch or two. Jabba grinned lecherously at her, and began to speak. She could not make out what he was saying, and Threepio was nowhere around to translate. He picked up a goblet of wine from the table beside him and held it up to her lips, tipping it so the liquid ran into her mouth. She dared not spit it out, so swallowed it as quickly as she could. The taste, acidic and unpalatable as it was, stayed on her tongue just a second. The Hutt caressed her face and back with his hand once more, and then let the chain slacken again. Commanding Leia to sit down on the throne. The guests started waking up as Jabba ordered everyone to go down to the audience chamber.
Moments later,more people had begun to re-enter the Audience Chamber. Sunlight, reflected in through hidden mirrors in the walls of the palace, began to slowly illuminate the space. The strange band that had played not long after Leia's arrival began to produce a slow pulse of melodies and rhythms, never stopping, only switching from one arrangement and song piece to another. Voices rose from murmurs to chatter, squeals and snarls to small roars, conversations and arguments, gibberish and conspiracy from every sort of scum and villain that entered. Every set of eyes – be they in pairs or any other number – took at least a moment to gaze upon Leia where she'd sat on the farthest edge of Jabba's throne that she could manage to reach before the chain got too tight. Fingers, claws, paws, tentacles, pincers, organic and robotic alike, all took turns pointing at the half-naked human now bound to their bloated, slimy host. When at one point Jabba pulled her chain, forcing her onto her back with a pained grunt—oh, how the audience laughed and jeered at that; Leia had pushed herself up, blushing despite her anger, and quickly straightened her skirts as much as possible as she seated herself at the base of Jabba's belly, hoping the proximity would leave her chain enough slack to give her neck a rest for a little while.
Then at one point, Salacious Crumb, the damn lizard in question, had come skulking in. He made his way up onto Jabba's throne, and with much gawping and ear-splitting cackles over Leia's state of captivity, he lumbered over to the base of Jabba's belly. Crumb planted himself in the middle of a nest of pillows gathered in the ring of Jabba's curled tail (Leia understood now why they were there), and began intently watching the Hutt's huge propulsive appendage as it perpetually twisted and flopped, the proximity of its thick end quivering uncomfortably close to her bare legs.
Not long after, Jabba had yanked Leia's chain. He'd probably used little force on it, for the tightness she'd already put on it in her effort to keep away from him presented its hubris then, making her gag as the collar dug right into the base of her throat. Tongue protruding painfully between her bared teeth, Leia's hands had flown up to the collar as she landed on her back. She'd twisted over quickly, sliding her knees beneath herself (not noticing or, she'd later realize, particularly caring, as her lower garments fluttered obscenely aside), and climbing to her feet, managed to catch a few breaths before another swift tug brought her exposed belly and thighs once again within contact of the Hutt's soft, lumpy flesh. Jabba had proceeded to licking her face immediately, and oh, what humor Crumb had found in this.
Presently, Leia was pressing her hands against Jabba's belly and its crowning flabs, trying to push herself back, but the Hutt's bodily texture and his powerful grip kept her pinned close. Flinching, she could only twist her head aside from his probing tongue, feeling it slurping and slopping down her cheek and neck, little droplets of sticky saliva tumbling and trailing down her exposed flesh. Her gold cups rose and fell, pushing into his fleshy rolls and lifting them up and down as her short breaths fueled disgusted groans. No matter what she could remember of the little exercises Luke had showed her about clearing her mind, she kept coming back into the disgusting here and now.
Leia suddenly decided to open her eyes, just a crack, taking a visual breath from her submergence in the dark sea behind her lids. Nearby, she saw a drooling humanoid, its porcine nostrils flaring wetly in the air as it grunted, hands working at its lower abdomen. For a moment, Leia thought the being was scratching itself, but then—
Leia turned her head the other way, barely missing another of Jabba's revolting kisses in the process. The Hutt took the opportunity to lick the other side of her neck, sending shivers through her body, making her skin crawl.
Suddenly, Jabba's tongue was on her upper chest, and Leia trembled again, abandoning her caution and glaring quickly down at his task. The tongue's final inches were pointed downward, its tip changing direction as it slid left, then right, over her skin, moving with weird, disturbing intent in slow passes…slowly going down over the softening thickness where her breasts began. She couldn't help herself—she groaned aloud, an accumulation of her disgust, frustration, anger, and—she had to admit it to even herself, now—fear.
Just what was Jabba doing to her? All the previous occasions, he'd either been obviously just trying to humiliate or disgust her; even when he was feeding himself (and her) earlier, the act of using her naked flesh as a truth had been nothing more than a revolting act of hazing. But this—
…his tongue was now reaching the dip of her cleavage…slowly passing over the exposed middles of her breasts…
—this was, in every way, sexual molestation. And that disturbed Leia on a level deeper than any interrogation or threat had ever gotten to her. No, not even witnessing her home planet being destroyed as a means of getting her to talk had been quite so…invasive as this.
…contracting into a narrow, probing digit, pushing down between her breasts, making her shudder, moaning again…
"Stop…please…" Leia whispered, closing her eyes, growing truly afraid, now. She felt the Hutt's flesh quake against her, a miasmic stench drifting past her features as he chuckled.
…and even now, one of his hands slid up her side, moving right for the hook holding her top in place—
Raised voices.
Leia opened her eyes and turned to the sound, even before Jabba's tongue retracted, strings of saliva stretching between her heaving chest and his mouth. She twisted in the Hutt's embrace, feeling his hand disappear from beneath her arm.
A bevy of guests were clearing out of the way as someone approached.
Leia couldn't help the feeling of relief, of comfort, as the dark, cloaked figure came striding into the center of the room.
Luke!
"Lu—" the name died on Leia's lips as she saw the cloaked figure setting down a large crate with long, thin, inhuman fingers. She closed her eyes, her head lowering slightly as defeat came rushing in.
Leia took a deep breath, then opened her eyes, wondering what the quick silence in the Audience Chamber implied about this guest.
The figure pulled back its hood, and raising his golden eyes – all three of them – toward Jabba, he spoke in a series of clicks and whistles. From its chest, a small metallic device squawked a droning, monotone voice. "I hope I'm not interrupting, sir."
Jabba spoke, so much flesh rubbing and squashing around Leia's half-naked upper body, his bulky arm loosening somewhat around her. She took advantage of this, settling down to a seated position on the throne. She once again wished she had brushed up on her Huttese, as she could not understand most of what he was saying, other than a welcome and asking the stranger what business he had with him.
The stranger bowed, then tapped a few commands into his translator box. Gone was the Basic, his words now coming out as Huttese as he launched into what almost seemed like a sales pitch, gesturing to the crate he had brought. Jabba must not have been too enthused by what was being offered because before long, he spoke with quick, loud grunts, gesturing with his lumpy fists and tugging on Leia's chain.
Within minutes, Jabba had managed to pull Leia close to him again, and he reached a hand down to stroke her shoulder. She tried to pull away, but he kept the chain taut, the collar threatening to choke her if she kept struggling, so she decided to put up with this relatively benign form of torment. Salacious Crumb did not make this easy as he leered and cackled, annoying Leia greatly. The stroking continued for a few minutes, but then Leia felt Jabba's hand move down over her chest, his repulsive fingertips slipping over her right breast, cupping it beneath the gold frame, rubbing the softness beneath. The links of slackened chain clinked noisily up against her golden top.
Leia noticed, then, that the debate between Jabba and the visitor hadn't stopped; even now, Jabba was grumbling something about his end of the deal.
Crumb apparently decided that Leia's discomfort was not enough with only Jabba's touch. Cackling, the lizard-monkey tried to poke at Leia's breast where Jabba's fingers didn't reach, making a sort of game of it until he accidentally poked the Hutt's hand. Jabba slapped the creature's hand away, much to Leia's private, fleeting relief. Crumb didn't dare return for a long while after that.
She noticed that one of the stranger's eyes was trained on her, the other two directed up at Jabba while continuing his pitch for whatever was in the crate. She eyed the crate curiously for a moment, squirming irritably against the Hutt's groping hand as she tried to guess what was inside, in an effort to try and forget the incessant groping. Jabba, not to be deterred from his pleasure, merely changed his tactics and started rubbing her back, his chubby fingers running up and down, slipping under the cross-straps of her top. That, and the cold links of chain, sent shivers up and down her spine.
No, Leia told herself, trying to twist away. Focus! What is in that crate?
Leia tried sitting upright and arch her back to avoid his touch, to no avail. He was just keeping her too close. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Jabba's other hand resting on his throne's armrest, just near his hookah tank. Something there…what looked like a large, gray button set into the edge… Jabba's hand was only inches from it, his fingers drumming impatiently near it.
All of a sudden, there was a distinct change in the mood of the conversation between the stranger and Jabba, from casual to very tense. Jabba yanked Leia's chain firmly, making her fall back into his fleshy hide. The arm and hand holding her chain slipped around her torso, just under her breastbone, squeezing against her diaphragm. The more Leia struggled to pull away, the more Jabba made it difficult for her to breathe, and she felt slime touching her back as he dribbled more profusely.
Jabba began to bellow and shake his other fist at the stranger, and then that fist slammed down at the button she had been looking at minutes before. The stranger disappeared, dropping through an opening in the floor. There was a heavy screeching of metal down below, and the resulting cacophony of the Audience Chamber was startling.
Leia gasped as Jabba's whole body seemed to shake, but then her feet registered a vibration from below. Glancing quickly around, she realized that the throne was moving forward, stopping just above where the trapdoor had appeared. Now, a large grate that had appeared seemingly in the middle of the floor (probably normally covered by some kind of panel), and the audience was quickly gathering around it. Leia craned her head forward to see, but Jabba firmly tugged her closer again, trying to distract her by slipping his hand down into the space between her gold top and—
Leia grimaced, and continued to struggle with the beast.
She then heard a deafening roar from the other side of the grate, and she became quite still as a chill ran through her body. From below, the stranger screamed, and the audience got even more frenzied, fists pumping and multiple shouts and cheers hooting. The stranger's screams grew into crackling gibberish, and there was a loud, wet crunch, and the screaming abruptly stopped. Leia's eyes widened in horror at the realization of what was going on down there.
There was raucous cheering and laughter throughout the throne room as more monstrous sounds of eating arose. Leia turned to look back at Jabba as the throne rolled back into place under the alcove. He had loosened his hold on her during the ordeal, but had not slackened her chain very much. Bib Fortuna came over, laughing heartily, and struck up a conversation with the Hutt.
Leia's mind raced. Why was he molesting her (just another slave, as far as the dealer knew, for all intents and purposes), while conducting business of some kind, only to dispatch the stranger in such a heinous manner? For a fleeting moment, she thought she knew the answer, but then told herself that she was being self-centered; obviously, the deal had gone sour, and Jabba had brutally executed the dealer. And as for why he had been treating her as he did, perhaps he just wanted to make the dealer uncomfortable; perhaps it was just a ruse, a tool to flaunt the power that Jabba wielded.
But the thought returned to Leia, and she felt her heart sink as it became distinctly more plausible. What if all of that was just an effort to make her uncomfortable?
Leia swallowed hard. Jabba's hand had returned to her shoulder, rubbing it gently. She didn't just have a bad feeling about this anymore…no, it was in fact quite worse than that.
The morning went pretty lazily by after that.
Leia had been busily brushing away the remaining bits of clotting Hutt saliva on her body and slave garb, amazed once again at how clean her flesh was beneath the caked-on slime; but of course, in the wake of that, Jabba had pulled her close again to caress and molest her body some more, ravaging her skin with his lustful tongue and disturbingly intentful hands.
At one point, the Hutt helped himself to his armrest's murky water tank, plucking one of the live frogs from it, splashing Leia's bare abdomen with cold water, making her gasp - and Crumb cackle. Jabba devoured the poor creature whole, its squeals and yelps of terror disappearing amidst his own gurgling, slurping gorge. Leia turned away, flinching.
Exposed
Leia opened her eyes, turned back to Jabba-and was met with his tongue, still stretched out, as it planted a sloppy kiss squarely over her mouth. Groaning and twisting away again, spitting his foul slime out of her mouth. As the room burst into laughter and jeering taunts, Leia quickly silenced such thoughts.
There was a pressure on her lower abdomen, then a tugging. Leia glanced down-and saw Jabba's own huge, fumbling hand into the inside the front plate of the bikini bottom. He got off on the power he held over others, and no doubt thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure of her CAPTIVITY – a veritable "guest" in Jabba's palace.
She relaxed, but only for a heartbeat. Something still left her feeling so…vulnerable. And as Jabba's clumsy hands continued to work inside the front plate, rubbing her pussy Leia felt some interminable dread sinking a hole deep inside of her. Leering at her with his cold reptilian eyes and continuing to work with his stubby and swollen fingers, Jabba clumsily-or at least it seemed so-tugged at the thin black strings holding her top.
The crowd of courtiers, including Jabba's noisy little pet, looked on in obscene glee, obnoxiously laughing and cheering Jabba on with each little sign of progress. As the gold brassiere began to give way, Jabba clasped a hand on it as if to pull it free and gently squeezed Leia's breast in so doing. She flinched slightly, silently chiding herself. Why give him the satisfaction, she thought. She looked back at him, half in outrage and the other half just to see if he'd noticed her reaction to the assault. Jabba's eyes had widened, that sickly grin growing wider, indicating quite clearly that he had. Reaching up with his other arm, he clasped the other side of the brassiere with the hand that had up to this point been uninvolved, and pulled down. . She hardly noticed until she felt another rough tugging at her waist that he had started in on the last obstacle to his experiencing her in the full flesh, her bikini belt that held the plates together.
His fingers on both hands pressed so hard into her lower abdomen that she thought her stomach would burst, and slid down under the oval shaped waistband. Jabba impatiently pushed the whole bikini belt down, while the other hand unfastened the oval hip fastener. Falling on to the throne, only wearing her Jerba leather boots, a Dug grabbed her bikini, as the crowd threw it around mocking Leia.
Finally, she stood before him completely naked, humiliated and frustrated at her inability to even move her hands to retain some measure of modesty in the presence of this loathsome beast. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life especially since she was naked since after the execution of her friends, thinking to herself that even the Empire would allow her more dignity than she was being afforded right now. She then remembered that the current galactic regime and the criminal underworld were two vastly different entities. Knowing how wide a gap that was, as she stood bare in front of possibly the most notorious underworld figure the galaxy had ever known, her skin both glistening with sweat and breaking out in goosebumps as she waited for what was to come next. Jabba grinned widely at his newest captive, and uttered a short phrase that she didn't understand, but Threepio translated as "That's much better". Suddenly there was a very loud and raucous rumble of laughter in the room that seemed to reverberate off the walls.
Someone jeered loudly behind her, and Jabba twisted, the end of her ponytail. Salacious Crumb had stalked behind her and was pointing at her still-exposed rear. Leia blushed deeply —and suddenly her breasts were free. The laughter built, and Leia, feeling her face burn, sighed in annoyance. Jabba, who'd been silent in his scrutiny of her naked body, finally burst out laughing. After he was done, the Hutt shared a glottal communiqué. As Threepio turned to the entire audience, and spoke loudly, Leia exchanged glares with Jabba, hers coldly humiliated, his smug and…Leia couldn't figure what else, but as they traveled over her exposed body once again, he licked his lips, making her skin crawl.
Leia then heard a dull metallic sound somewhere behind her, getting suddenly louder. She turned just in time to see Bib Fortuna standing there, his clawed hands raised and holding what looked like a large metal pincer. Leia instinctively ducked back, temporarily forgetting her modest hand as she raised them in a semi-combative posture.
History repeated itself, then, as Jabba's voice broke in, and Leia turned back to him, wide-eyed, angry, disgusted…and deep inside, very fearful. It didn't sound like the same order he'd given earlier when he'd had her…brought closer to himself, but the same kind of tone was there. She felt the short hairs on her neck suddenly stand on end.
Leia turned to watch the guards; they didn't move. That just left Bib—
—a cold kiss of metal upon her skin; Leia shivered, twisted fast, arms flailing—
—Bib's bared fangs, unmoving, still somehow seemed to chomp with a loud, reverberating click—
—Leia swung an arm for his ugly face—
—and she gagged the cold collar and hard pressed against the front of her throat. Leia grabbed at her throat and felt (with some annoyance at herself for expecting something—anything—otherwise) the metal collar, tight around her neck.
There was a metallic clinking. Leia turned back to see Jabba gathering up the length of chain, lifting the crooked slack on the floor until it was draped in mid-air between his hand…and her neck.
"Da eitha," Jabba spoke.
Leia pursed her lips, not sure if she should give him the dignity of a response.
"Da eitha," Jabba repeated.
Leia felt what seemed like a blow to the back of her neck, and her head tipped back, body rocking forward, as she stumbled to keep her footing. Some of the chain touched her mid-chest—
—from the slack it had achieved after the swift tug Jabba had given it.
"Da…eitha." Jabba spoke the words slowly, pointing at his belly, and he licked his lips again, yellowish rivulets of slime dribbling down over his doughy chins.
Not able to think of any other course of action, and under her present circumstances feeling not the least bit able to act otherwise anyway, Leia slowly closed the distance between herself and the Hutt, taking tentative steps.
At that moment, Jabba gave the length of chain he was holding an impatient tug, and Leia stumbled the rest of the way, trying desperately not to fall to the hard stone floor. Instead, she found herself pressed right up against Jabba, her hands resting on the folds of fat that was his chest to break her fall. Her soft and smooth breasts and belly made contact with his rubbery and slick reptilian hide and sunk in slightly, causing her immediately to flinch and squirm in an effort to get away. No sooner did her mind manage to tell her arms to push herself away, Jabba's left arm encircled her waist and held her firmly against him. Her hips and lower body were thrust forward into his lower belly as she tried to gain leverage against his hold, making short squishy sounds as she struggled to free herself from it.
Hutt, who was watching her and patting his belly. She did not relish the thought of sitting that close to him, or having him near while she slept, but the chill in the chamber was really starting to get to her, and she knew that she would need all the rest she could get to keep her wits about her for whatever lay ahead. She grudgingly sat down on the edge of the throne and hoisted herself up, falling back against his corpulent mass, which gave him far too much enjoyment for her liking, as he chuckled lightly, gurgled and belched, and licked his lips. , Leia's naked body pressed up against the greasy pile of flesh that was her slimy captor.
Jabba's huge nostrils flared, wet at the edges, a warren of yellow-green trails dribbling from beneath them into his own lips. Leia pressed her hands to his bulk in an ultimately pathetic attempt to push herself away from him, but already Jabba was sliding his chunky arm around her waist, pulling her close as his huge lips opened—Leia groaned and twisted her head away, hoping that not seeing it might somehow counteract having to feel what was coming—but instead of slimy sounds issuing from his dribbling, toothless cave of a mouth, Jabba spoke.
"H'chu apenkee" meant nothing to Leia, but she supposed it was some crude greeting. She half-turned her face to him, still flinching, waiting for him to do awful things to her…but that seemed to be all, for the moment. Leia said nothing.
slipping his tail up over her legs…all the other things he might have done to her—when suddenly Jabba's grip seemed to loosen, and Leia twisted back to look.
A human—tall, dark-skinned, bearded—had appeared and was bowing. He spoke in Huttese, but with a distinctively Basic twang. Leia's lips parted, but she forced herself to be quiet. What good could a Basic-speaking cohort of Jabba's possibly be to her at this point? As the man spoke, he counted off on his fingers as he did—and at one point, his eyes strayed to Leia, drop down slightly, then return to his slimy ruler. Leia didn't blame him for that; so much exposed flesh was likely to draw attention, and this man seemed polite enough to not ogle for long. Something told her that if she were able to talk to him, she might be able to trust him; she had to keep that in mind, even if no such opportunity were ever to present itself.
When the man was done running through whatever options he was giving Jabba—Leia thought she'd counted seven in all—Jabba spoke, a great wave of halitosis welling over Leia, making her gag. The man nodded, grinning, and his eyes found Leia's. He glanced back at Jabba, and said in blessed Basic, "Creamed grains coming up!" Jabba blurted a word, and the man ran off. Leia felt her mouth water.
Creamed grains…a most primitive dish, often culminated by farming communities throughout the galaxy on the more deciduous planets, but as she'd not eaten since the middle of the previous day, Leia's stomach gave in to the thought of food. She turned back—
—And was met with a slimy kiss.
This time it was worse, Leia decided, as the gelatinous saliva from Jabba's mouth not only covered her face and neck, it ran down under the collar and onto her bare chest as well, some of it even reaching her navel and dripping into it. This was enough to cause Leia's gorge to rise, pushing the boundaries of her disgust to their absolute limit, and she started pushing against Jabba's chest and face. This momentarily caught the Hutt by surprise, and he relaxed his grip. Not expecting this, Leia kept pushing and suddenly felt herself falling back and sideways.
For a second, she thought her body would break on the edge of the dais but thankfully it was well covered with some kind of animal hide as well as the pillows and her fall was cushioned not only by those, but with the end of Jabba's outstretched tail. This caused Jabba to let out a surprised grunt, but then an amused cackle. When Leia regained her senses, she realized she was lying prone on her back, the tip of Jabba's tail situated squarely between her naked thighs, twitching slightly in the direction of her exposed loins. With a startled gasp, she rolled to her side and off the dais, breaking her fall by throwing her hands out in front of her and reflexively bending her knees to stop herself. A quick shock of pain flashed through her as her knees contacted the stone floor, and then another as a tug of the chain and tightening of the slave collar at the base of her throat brought an end to her escape attempt. She looked over her shoulder at her captor, who was beaming smugly down at her, and she could only imagine the perverse pleasure she was giving him in her present position.
She stood up carefully and silently, glaring at Jabba with as much defiance and contempt as she could muster.
Jabba watched Leia rise carefully, but if he was amused or disapproving of her resolve, he did not comment. Leia became fully straight, waiting for another tug on the chain…but nothing came. Jabba simply stared down at her, his huge eyes dilating as they sluggishly lifted and turned from one point to another—her skin crawled as she could practically feel them, like his groping fingers and that horrible tongue, traveling all over her naked body. Leia decided he'd had enough—and she crossed her arms over her bare, still-wet, chest.
Jabba's eyes suddenly lifted to hers, his lids slowly lowering. He lacked hair of any kind, but even without it, Leia could tell he was frowning.
Leia couldn't take another moment of this.
"Look," she said. "If you're going—"
Jabba swiftly yanked her chain, his mouth twisted in a silent grimace, and Leia's arms pinwheeled as she was thrown off-balance. She was up against him again, suddenly, and she tried pushing herself back—but he'd slid an arm around her waist, clutching her bare pelvis against his huge belly.
Her back was arched now, her breasts lifted in the air, the chain slackened down between them—but already growing tighter as Jabba's hand slid up its length—and along her belly in the process. Leia grunted as she twisted to the side, trying to pull free. Jabba yanked her chain, and her upper body was pressed close again.
"Ooh na tch'atha…" Jabba gurgled, his belly rumbling against her bare flesh. Leia groaned, flinching, and pushed her hands in wild thrusts against Jabba's belly, but his arm and his firm grip on the chain were not letting up. Something touched Leia's bare rear, and she yelped and twisted her head back, and saw it was—of course—Jabba's hand. She threw her glare back at him. This could not be happening; he could not be trying to—
Jabba started laughing. She refused to show Jabba how scared she had suddenly become, but she forced herself to remember the plan: make him think he's winning—which shouldn't be too hard, as Leia flinched, feeling an icy plunging sensation in her stomach. "No," she managed. Jabba's laughter increased, the thick, piled rolls and flabs of flesh below his chin jiggling against, around, her breasts. It wouldn't take much to convince him she was scared at this point, Leia decided.
Jabba's tongue emerged again, slime dribbling thickly onto Leia's chest, and now she couldn't stop herself—she turned away and uttered a loud groan of revulsion. There was damp warmth in the air below her face, and seconds later, he began to lick her breasts.
At least that is what she THOUGHT he was doing, and for all she knew, it was what he meant to do. The putrid warmth of Jabba's breath hung in the air, the slime clinging to her upper chest but he seemed to be stopping there. She looked back at him, and saw that his tongue was still out but he was looking elsewhere, gazing just over her shoulder. She looked over her shoulder to see the dark, mysterious figure from before had returned, this time holding a large bowl of creamed grains. The man approached the dais and hefted the container, placing it in the Hutt's waiting hand. His eyes met Leia's for a moment as he turned to walk away. All she could make out was a set of deeply set eyes and a leacherous grin. Then there was a yank on the chain and she turned her attention back to Jabba, who was holding the bowl under her nose and grinning just as lecherously.
Exposed Part 2
A tremble traveled through Leia's body as she turned away from the bowl. She thought the food couldn't have come soon enough before, and yet now that it was here…she felt her relief dissipate into the air.
The smell of the off-white yogurt in the mix was acrid, the grains themselves adding a heady aroma that made her nose wrinkle. Leia turned her eyes to Jabba and found a twinkle of—what, anticipation, or even glee, maybe?—in his own.
Jabba licked his lips revoltingly, and then lowered the bowl. He placed it on the flat cover to his water bowl, and then reached inside. He dipped his hand into it (it was only then that Leia fleetingly noticed the lack of utensils), then pulled it out, his fat fingertips smeared and palm full of the thick, lumpy cream. Leia felt the corners of her mouth curl downward as Jabba lifted his first helping to his opening lips and extending tongue. He didn't so much eat it off as clumsily dump it into his palate, his tongue disappearing and re-emerging with wet smacks and slobbers as he lapped the remaining cream off of his hand, replacing it with a different kind of slime. Leia swallowed hard and turned away—
—then was swiftly yanked closer. The chain clinked noisily as its slack links collided, and Leia flinched as the bare fronts of her breasts shoved dimples into Jabba's squishy rolls. Her skin crawled, and her nipples hardened where they kissed oily flesh.
Leia glared at Jabba curiously; then, seeing movement, she turned to watch him reach for another helping. His hand rose and moved over the rim of the bowl, a thick clump of the cream dripping onto the throne surface, and a fly revoltingly lighted upon the stuff. Leia watched his serving hand move closer, up…then it stopped, directly in front of her face.
Leia's lips parted slightly. She glared up at Jabba, who was staring fixedly down at her. Her gaze dropped to the cream as his hand unsteadily rose closer toward her face.
Indeed…this was for her.
Leia pursed her lips, took a slow, deep breath, and timidly raised her hand. She was pretty sure that there were no utensils around, and the cream was no doubt doctored to Jabba's preferences (she was just a slave, as far as Jabba's minions were concerned). Even so, she might benefit from a few swallows of the stuff; and who knew?—she may even like it.
She extended two fingers to scoop it from Jabba's hand, missed it (her proximity to Jabba, and the angle at which her body was resting against his massive belly, no doubt blurring her perspective), reached again—and again her fingers only moved through empty air. In the background of his hand, however, Leia saw some movement, and focused to see the flabby rolls massed around his huge bicep shift and stretch as his arm moved back, and all at once she knew what he was doing: he was teasing her, making her reach out for it. Hell, he was probably trying to get her to beg for it; if Leia had learned anything from different interrogations, it was that she was incapable of giving a captor the pleasure of seeing her beg.
Nice try, she thought, and promptly lowered her hand.
Jabba's flesh quaked against Leia's body, a slight cluck coming from deep within; an amused chuckle, perhaps. Jabba raised his hand up to his mouth and proceeded to slurp the slime right off once again, and once again, Leia couldn't help but turn away as Jabba reached for another handful.
A voice from behind her.
Leia twisted in Jabba's embrace and glanced back.
The chef was still there, his eyes lifting up to meet Leia's. Leia frowned, wondering just what he was doing. There was a noisy slurping sound, and she turned back to Jabba to see him gobbling down the stuff, a few white clumps now dotting his yellow-green flabs. Flinching, Leia turned back to the chef.
At first, Leia thought he was blowing a kiss to her, and she opened her mouth in silent protest—when she saw the look in his eyes: wide, insistent, dark circles darting to the left and then back to Leia. His mouth worked again, and she realized from the flash of his crooked teeth that he was saying something: eat.
"Chuu pa," Jabba said, a thick, warm cloud of rank, ripe air drifting past Leia. She held her breath quickly, reminding herself to develop new breathing habits for the next couple of days. The chef, hearing this, quickly bowed and skulked away, his eyes dropping and lifting to Leia's again before he disappeared. Leia slowly turned back to the beast.
Jabba had really made a mess; drool and clumps of cream had dripped and dribbled down his face, and a droplet of the cream even now fell from his hand, which was raised (full of the stuff once again) before Leia again. The droplet landed on Leia's belly in one of the few places that Jabba's massive gut didn't touch, and she shivered from the cool wetness. She wiped it off, and then raising her hand uncertainly, she shook her wrist until most of the stuff came off.
Jabba chuckled again, and moved his hand closer to Leia's face. She craned her head back, and lifted her own hand—
"Noah," Jabba belched, clearly in disapproval.
Leia frowned, and Jabba shook his hand in front of her face, making another couple of droplets of cream rain down, now splattering her upper chest. Leia quickly scooped and plucked the stuff off of herself. "Well how do you want me to—"
Jabba licked his lips.
Leia sighed, starting to get annoyed.
"Look, if you're not going to let—"
Jabba licked his lips again, slime dribbling down his chins, and Leia fell silent.
She glanced at his cream-filled hand, then back at him, and realization hit her. She felt an icy plunge in her gut as realization - intertwined with humiliation - settled deeply in. So that was it.
He wanted her to eat right out of his hand.
For a moment, Leia considered going hungry. The idea of eating food out of this greasy slimeball's hand like some kind of lapdog was abhorrent to her. However, the hollow feeling in her stomach was growing, and Jabba was not likely to give up this puerile game until he had had his fill, and it was better to just get it over with so he would leave her alone, and hopefully provide her with some kind of clothing. It couldn't be that bad, she thought. Or could it? To keep her strength up, and Jabba's suspicions low, she had to. She bent her head forward, put out her tongue and took a mouthful from Jabba's hand. She was grateful only to taste the grains this time, since the handful Jabba had extended to her was still quite large. She swallowed, and not even looking at him, took another full helping. She could taste nothing different from the first, lolling it around in her mouth and then swallowing. She took three more tentative mouthfuls, tasting nothing but grains. By the sixth however, she had gotten right down to his palm and the texture and taste of the grains had changed somewhat, as the oils from Jabba's skin mixed with the grains to make them more oily and sour. She paused, looking up at him, and shaking her head.
The Hutt frowned disapprovingly, and then suddenly his frown turned into a sickening grin, and his eyes narrowed as he chuckled, making Leia's slick, naked body shake as it was pressed flush against his and her skin start to crawl, her eyes darting to the bowl of grains as Jabba took up another large handful. She turned her head away as his massive hand brought it near, pursing her lips as tightly shut as she could so he couldn't force it in her mouth, at least not without a good fight on her part. Suddenly she felt a warm moistness wash across her face and upper body, and then another more powerful bombardment made her look back and down, and then back up at Jabba with utter shock as she realized that he had just spilled the remaining grains all over her, and was holding the bowl in triumph, grinning with unbridled satisfaction. He tossed the bowl aside, and Leia watched it hit the floor with a loud clang that made her flinch, but then felt a jolt at her buttocks as she was lifted off the floor and cradled like an infant, rising steadily towards her captor's waiting mouth.
Leia could still vaguely hear the ringing echo of the bowlon the floor. It seemed to fillthe air for a long moment before suddenly hushing in favor of a metallic scraping sound; probably someone picking it up. She paid such close attention to the sounds, her thoughts processing them in the microseconds of thoughts that were able to fire through her brain's innermost chambers, even though the fight-or-flight instinct had kicked in to full force, and even now, all that the rest of her mental facilities were screaming that indeed…Jabba was going to eat her.
Her voice had risen from a surprised yelp, through the decibels of a disgusted moan, right up an emotional evolutionary line until she was screaming in pure horror, and she raised her arms and kicked her legs wildly, thrashing and bucking and squirming to do something, anything, to stop her entrance into the yawning pit of toothless gums. She'd rather face torture—death in some other manner—than to face this kind of fate.
Warm, moist air lifted under her naked front, and as his huge, flaring nostrils came dribbling toward her face, Leia turned away, still screaming, eyes shut as she prepared herself. Oh, now the Hutt's mouth was upon her, the claustrophobic embrace of so much wet flesh all around, the veritable gullet her destination. His huge tongue made its final pass down her body, right between her breasts, getting its first and last taste of her belly, and she twisted her neck away, her head lifting for one more terrible scream—
She opened her eyes, saw Jabba's face just below…but her perspective wasn'tmoving. The only sound in her ears now (beneath her decaying scream) was the racing syncopation of her heart. She was still. What was happening?
She felt Jabba's tongue sliding obscenely over her bare flesh, and now she noticedhis belly heaving up against her hips and legs, so much piled flesh and dribbling lips just against her belly, but…she wasn't moving. He was holding her in place as he—
Leia groaned again, and behind her came a couple of cackling laughs. (The audience was gathering for the day, she realized fleetingly.) Jabba was using her as a living plate from which to lick off his share of the grains. Leia blushed and hung her head, as everyone in the audience chamber jeered with laughter.
Jabba's tongue moved up and downand around, passing up under each breast in revolting turns before lifting around their shapes, the tip of the quivering oral appendage pressing and twisting around her nipples in turns, making them undeservedly hard before continuing its bestial passage. Acruel, sick, degrading action, and no doubt even for a Hutt—but luckily, Leia knew that the grains were running thin by now.
And indeed, soon enough, Jabba was finished slobbering her front, and after a few minutes, he lowered her to the throne, the tumbling links of her chain clinking noisily where slack met throne and flesh. He kept her naked, slimywet body pressed firmly up against his swells, and Leia shivered all over, still bristling with the adrenaline that had rushed through her, but it didn't matter – it was done.
After a long moment in his embrace, Leia was suddenly released, and she quickly stepped back and glanced down, then away, the mess on her upper body (slathers and smears of green, streaked with flecks of white and lumpen, soggy grains) enough to make her gorge rise (and really, she asked herself, what good would that do at this point?). She turned back to Jabba, wondering what he was thinking—but instead, he seemed to be reaching over the side of the throne for something, his upper bulk twisted, eyes unevenly narrowed as his arm seemed to fumble for—
There was a deep, vibrating rumble, coming and ending sharply, seemingly from beneaththe throne. Leia frowned, bracing her feet on the throne-top and balancing herself, wondering if Jabba wasgearing up to move them into another chamber; but after a long moment, nothing happened, and she turned back to the Hutt. No, he was just licking his lips now, both arms back in place. He saw her stare and grumbled something, pointing at his belly.
No,she didn't think she'd give him that much satisfaction just yet.
Then Jabba pointed and repeated, "Kayo makyean toopie?"
Leia shook her head. Jabba's eyes narrowed a fraction. Leia stayed alert, suddenly wondering if she'd made a mistake.
Jabba grabbed her chain (Leia saw now it was draped right over the huge mound of his tail), and she stepped back, watching him gather it until the slack was a mere curve in the fairly straight line of metal between her neck and his hand.
No. He wasn't going to do this to her again-and especially not right now.
But when Jabba tugged, Leia was naturally pulled forward, head tipping back as she grunted softly, and she staggered forward, stopping just short of him, her fists balling at her sides. Jabba pointed down at his belly again, and again Leia shook her head.
"No," she said, more firmly now.
Jabba growled suddenly—a primal reminder that he was a big, dangerous animal, and Leia felt the skin on her neck prickle. Jabba leaned forward, and Leia tensed, ready to resist his advance again—when she finally noticed something: he wasn't pointing at his belly; rather, he was pointing past it, at the throne, where much-worn animal skins protruded from under his bulk. She frowned, looked up. Jabba made a claw-like gesture with his hand, then moved it up—a grabbing motion.
Leia frowned, glancing at the skins, then stepped sideways very slowly, keeping her eyes fixed on Jabba. He didn't seem to be doing anything except staring back at her, so she cautiously lowered herself, watching the slack of chain dangling beneath her, which surprisingly did not go taut with any sudden yanks.
Gingerly reaching out, Leia grasped the leather (smoothed and flattened by years of wear and tear) and lifted. Beneath, the stone surface of the throne continued for several fingers' length, where it stopped abruptly, dipping down in a curve—a circular recess, filled with a thick wooden barrier. Lifting the skin until it angled directly to where it disappeared beneath Jabba's belly, Leia now saw a metal band stretched overthe middle of the plug, bolted down and with a little dip in the wood under its middle. It was a plug of some sort; but why would there be a plug under—?
"Toopie," Jabba repeated, and Leia dropped the skin in sudden revulsion, trying to forget the brownish stains and crusts she'd briefly glimpsed around the edges of the plug. She straightened quickly, and Jabba started laughing. Leia turned away, but a tug on her chain made her stagger closer. Jabba's hand suddenly touched her lower belly, dangerously far down, and she grimaced, trying to pull away, but Jabba hugged his other beefy arm around her waist, keeping her close.
Leia refused to give Jabba the satisfaction of squatting against him, much less while she was still in stark nudity. She wanted to preserve some of her dignity, no matter what she had to go through; however, the longer he gawked and groped at her, the more naked and vulnerable she felt…and still time ticked by, and still she had not yet relieved herself.
The door to the chamber hissed open and Leia turned her head to see who was interrupting them now (though she could admit that any pause from the almost constant physical torment was welcome). Much to her relief, Jabba stopped groping this time and loosened his grip on her. She turned slightly, the chain noisily dropping from some unobserved area of his lumpy flesh to land coldly against her bare skin.
Jabba pulled the chain again, and Leia turned to face him so he couldn't choke her. He licked his lips, and Leia swallowed her disgust.
Leia was pushing herself up and back from Jabba when she felt his hands brush over her bare sides with repulsive insistence, but she was faster, and managed to rock back on her ankles and pry her knees out from his belly.
Standing before him defiantly,flinching at him, feeling the sticky-wet smears of grease, slime, and Force-knew-what-other materials on different areas of her front. (A fleeting part of her mind, she'dlater recall, then prayed that her forthcoming wardrobe might help prevent thisfrom happening again.) Jabba suddenly flared his nostrils and growled once again, and Leia felt that sameprimal fear tensing her skin…but she didn't move. She continued to stare right back into the eyes of thisrepulsive beast, and dared not give him the satisfaction of cooperation.
From nearby came a purring whisper, and Leia twisted back to find Bib coming forth. He climbed atop Jabba's throne, saying something to the Hutt. Then Leia saw his big red eyes fixed on her own (she was hardly grateful for the false sense of modesty she got from this). He said something else, and Leia shook her head. "I—" she began, intending to say I don't understand, but the collar was suddenly tight on her throat—
"Hagghh-!"
—and she fell back, one leg kicking up, the chain slapping against her back as shetumbled through the air—
—and she landed against Jabba once again. The building chatter of the audience around them was interrupted by obnoxious laughter. Leia coughed painfully, grabbing at her throat, then at the collar, sitting forward—but Jabba's chubby arm quickly encircled her, pinning her closely to his doughy flesh, making the audience laugh louder.
Exposed Part 3
he dawdled through a string of Twi'Lek-accented Huttese.
"I don't underst—" Leia stammered as Jabba's other hand touched her lower belly, and she instinctively pressed her thighs together tightly, baring her teeth. She tried to wrench herself forward, but Jabba squeezed her closer, tighter, and Leia felt that mounting pressure inside herself get oh-so-close to breaking.
Leia very slowly pulled back, but Jabba made no move for her body or the chain. Her bladder was pounding as she bither lower lip and crouched, and lifting the animal skins away, she reached her slender fingers into the metal band of the plug. She pulled—
—but it didn't move.
Leia frowned, tugged again.
The plug was stuck.
She glimpsed up at Jabba, who just licked his lips and watched.
Leia looked back down, studied the plug more carefully. Its edges appeared to be level with the surface of the throne – if slightly recessed; so why was it—?
Leia suddenly felt a newly disgusted chill work through her as she now noticed the brown, green, and other mottled colors of the crust caked around the plug's edges.
This was going to be horrifying, she knew, but she also knew that making a mess on Jabba's throne might not go over too well with him, even if it amused him.
Closing her eyes, she got herself into a position with leverage. Focusing on the task, she held the plug with her left hand, grabbed her wrist with her right, and pulled. The plug cracked, then suddenly gave with a hollow thud, and Leia staggered back with the sudden force.
The miasma that welled up was nearly unbearable, but then so was the feeling of her need to refresh. Leia quickly placed the plug near the edge of Jabba's throne and crouched down. As the laughter built, and Jabba's belly began to jiggle as he joined the laughter with gurgling hoots.
Closing her mind to all but the task at hand, Leia spread her legs and pressed her pelvis against Jabba's quaking gut, crouching down and straddling the lowest slope of the beast's belly until she felt the cold, crusty rim of the refresher against her backside. She closed her eyes, and felt the sweet bliss of relief as her tension was released…and with it, more of her innocence.
Jabba watched her with what she was sure was glee as she gingerly dropped the animal skins back into place. Leia straightened and took a deep breath of air, which, compared to the stench emanating from the refresher, was as fresh as a morning breeze on Alderaan. She turned to look at Jabba, glancing up and down from his ugly face to the chain, pondering what possible choices she would be afforded now.
Jabba pulled on the chain, and Leia came to him.
Leia flinched, pressing her lips tightly together as Jabba's tongue came out to. smear thick, beastly kisses over them. She waited until his tongue disappeared, listening as the sticky slurping sounds died down with the retraction of his wet oral appendage. She tried to push herself back, her chain clinking noisily where it came into contact with her firm breasts. Jabba wasn't done, however; he slipped one of his hands, both of which were holding her hips rather disturbingly close against his belly, up along her back to pull her closer again, and he resumed licking her face. Nearby was an incessant giggle, and Leia bared her teeth. Did that damn lizard ever shut up?
Presently, Leia was pressing her hands against Jabba's belly and its crowning flabs, trying to push herself back, but the Hutt's bodily texture and his powerful grip kept her pinned close. Flinching, she could only twist her head aside from his probing tongue, feeling it slurping and slopping down her cheek and neck, little droplets of sticky saliva tumbling and trailing down her exposed flesh. Pushing into his fleshy rolls and lifting them up and down as her firm breaths fueled disgusted groans.
Leia suddenly decided to open her eyes, just a crack, taking a visual breath from her submergence in the dark sea behind her lids. Nearby, she saw a drooling humanoid, its porcine nostrils flaring wetly in the air as it grunted, hands working at its lower abdomen. For a moment, Leia thought the being was scratching itself, but then— Leia turned her head the other way, barely missing another of Jabba's revolting kisses in the process. The Hutt took the opportunity to lick the other side of her neck, sending shivers through her body, making her skin crawl.
Suddenly, Jabba's tongue was on her upper chest, and Leia trembled again, abandoning her caution and glaring quickly down at his task. The tongue's final inches were pointed downward, its tip changing direction as it slid left, then right, over her skin, moving with weird, disturbing intent in slow passes…slowly going down over the softening thickness where her breasts began. She couldn't help herself—she groaned aloud, an accumulation of her disgust, frustration, anger, and—she had to admit it to even herself, now—fear.
…his tongue was now reaching the dip of her cleavage…slowly passing over the exposed middles of her breasts…
—this was, in every way, sexual molestation. And that disturbed Leia on a level deeper than any interrogation or threat had ever gotten to her. No, not even witnessing her home planet being destroyed as a means of getting her to talk had been quite so…invasive as this.
…contracting into a narrow, probing digit, pushing down between her breasts, making her shudder, moaning again…
"Stop…please…" Leia whispered, closing her eyes, growing truly afraid, now. She felt the Hutt's flesh quake against her, a miasmic stench drifting past her features as he chuckled.
…and even now, one of his hands slid up her side, moving right for the hook holding her top in place—
Raised voices.
Leia opened her eyes and turned to the sound, even before Jabba's tongue retracted, strings of saliva stretching between her heaving chest and his mouth. She twisted in the Hutt's embrace, feeling his hand disappear from beneath her arm.
So much flesh rubbing and squashing around Leia's naked upper body, his bulky arm loosening somewhat around her. She took advantage of this, settling down to a seated position on the throne.
A Rebels Execution
Leia sitting naked on the throne in a submissive sitting postion that she had always been in since Jabba did not allow her much room on the throne, groping her2, Jabba ordered two guards to get the guest. Bib walked up to him telling him that the guest was a member of the Rebel Alliance was attempting to rescue Leia. Over hearing this, she had hoped that the alliance would question where she was. Jabba in a fit of anger and quite displeased to hear this, bellowed a snarl of dispproval. Leia felt her collar around her neck tighten as Jabba tugged irritably on the chain. He was being half-pushed, half-dragged into the room by guards t he guest looked good, considering he had been tortured the night before by Jabbas henchmen; his clothes had dried out, and although he squinted and blinked a lot. "Bah!" Jabba shouted, finally removing his groping hand—but keeping a firm grip on her chain as he snarled something to Threepio, who turned slowly to the captive.
"Oh dear. The great Jabba the Hutt has declared that you are to be terminated…immediately."
"Good, I hate long waits," the guest said. Leia had to smile briefly at this.
Salacious Crumb burst out laughing.
"You are therefore to be taken to the Dune Sea," Threepio continued, "and cast into the Pit of Carkoon. The nesting place of the almighty Sarlaac."
"That doesn't sound so bad," came the guests response. Leia wished he would stay silent at times like this.
There was a slurping sound behind Leia, and Jabba tugged her chain, a silent reminder of her place.
The guest replied. "the Alliance might be done but there are people like me trying to find the great princess."
Jabba, " I'm sure"
The guest with anger, "no matter what she will be set free, even it has to do with your murder"
Jabba's tugs grew strong again with his newfound fury, and Leia grunted in pain as he finally overpowered her—but at this point, she was almost too happy to care, and she let herself fall back against his belly with a dull, fleshy clap. In his belly, you will find a new definition of pain and suffering," Threepio lectured, "as you are slowly digested over a…thousand…years." The crowd pushed at the captive, and everyone moved in a wave, heading towards the exits. Leia strained to see where he was being taken.
But Jabba was apparently in no mood to notice this unusual convenience; he was tugging upward on the chain now, the collar digging painfully into Leia's upper esophagus, gagging her. She grabbed at it and pulled with both hands, trying to determine some way of wriggling free of this choke. his tail thrashing by Leia's naked thighs. Leia felt the chain actually slacken, and managed to sit herself up—but then Jabba's hand was on her bare shoulder and she flinched, trying to twist out of his reach. The Hutt's hand moved with her, however, and managed to slide all the way to her right breast before Leia was able to pull (briefly) away. Jabba calming down knowing he would. Yanked hard on Leia's chain. Falling back against Jabba as she watched helplessly in terror as a rebel soldier was going to be killed the same way Luke,Han, Chewie and Lando where killed a couple months ago.
Jabba had been escorted by some guards as he moved into the lower deck of the Sail Barge. Jabba slowly getting of the stone dias onto the soft cushion that was a throne for him to sit on. Moving into his position on the throne hogging most of the room, only leaving a small part open for Leia. An icy shiver of fear crept up her spine as she felt a sharp tug on her chain, her signal to rise, as she had become accustomed to obey over the past couple months in captivity, and she did so now and turned to face the Hutt, standing on the edge of the dais. Jabba looked her up and down, narrowing his eyes and grinning widely, giving Leia a view of his sickly green gums behind those ugly thin lips. She turned her head away, as she had not yet gotten used to this sight and did not believe. Jabba pulled the chain taut, causing her body to lurch forward and press against his, and then wrapped his free arm around her waist, hugging her belly, hips and legs against his massive reptilian hide. As if out of sheer protective instinct, her back arched as she glared at him in staunch defiance. He seemed to like this demeanor on her, as all he could do then was chuckle, shaking her body to its core with laughter. Jabba gestured Leia to sit on the hide of Jabba's tail. Naked only wearing her Jerba leather boots, her arm bracelet on her upper left arm, and bracelet she wore on her wrist.
Jabba's guest looked at the naked lustfully drooling over her. The Dug had thrown her bikini onto the throw, laughing at Leia the Gamorean guard with his vibro axe chopping the metal plates and bra, Leia watching in despair as that was her only form of coverage, even though it might not been much. Joining in the guests passed the axe around demolishing her metal bikini. Jabba chuckling with laughter, noticing the princess clenching her hand into a fist. Jabba tugged on her chain causing her to flinch, and look back at annoyance. The band playing music, everyone drinking, R2 passing drinks around, Jabba drinking like no other as he usually does.
Time had passed since their departed from Jabbas palace, they where about an hour away from the pit. Leia looking at Jabba, wanting to go to the window to see the guest who was going to be executed. But Leia felt comfort knowing the Alliance was looking her know, but also felt despair, finding out they failed to take over the empire. Jabba slacking the chain letting Leia rise up from the base of his tail. Slowly walking of the throne Jabba pulled on the chain, propelling Leia towards Jabba throwing her hands out to halt her from pressing against Jabba. Bib standing close by pushed the naked Leia against Jabba's flesh. Jabba grinned, and began to speak. "my beautiful princess, you are only mine and no one elses princess. Your rebel friend failed stupidly to rescue you." Pulling on Leia's chain, her body compressed against his flesh. "you my princess look amazing naked and you will remain naked for the time being, until Melina makes you a more outfit fitting for a princess, since my guests destroyed yours," Chuckling at Leia with a smirk on his face.
Having understood some of it, Leia dreaded the fact that she would remain naked, as she preferred that retched bikini to being naked than anything else. Having one hand with the chain against her left rear butt cheek, the coldness of the chain made her uncomfortable. Bib letting go, Jabba gestured for Leia to go to the window, as he knew she wanted to see him. Slackening the chain to wear a great amount wound up on the throne. Getting of the throne slowly as all eyes where on her, looking back at Jabba he gestured her to go, as some of his men and Bib started talking to him. Leia walking to the window, seeing some of the guests licking their lips, her chain slowly getting tighter the closer she got to the window. Ortugg with the end of his tripped the naked Leia, causing her to fall to the floor of the Barge, feeling the cold chain against her naked back, Jabba slightly tugged on it, causing her to gag. Everyone on the barge burst out laughing in hysteria at the naked Leia.
Leia slowly got back up, finally reaching the window of the barge, felt helpless for the guest who was a rebel was going to be executed by Jabba. Putting her left hand on the railing of the slanted window cripping it for support. Feeling the wind against her naked body, Leia attempted to move closer to the window but Jabba would not allow her to as she was about an inch away. But still being able to see outside. Wondering what the rebel soldier was saying to one of the other prisoners Jabba decided to execute. Mean while, Beedo a Rodian bounty hunter walks up behind Leia putting his hand on her right shoulder, turning to face him, Beedo talking to Leia, with a worried expression on her face, not understanding him.
Beedo pulls Leia close to him, felling the warm of his clothes against her naked skin. Going around her navel with his finger in circles slowly moving down to her vagina, slowly starts rubbing it. Closing her eyes getting turned on tilting her head back a bit in the pleasure she feels. Doing it for a couple more minutes, Beedos hand moves to one of her butt cheeks squeezing it, both her hands on the front of shirt, in an embrace. Offering her a drink, moving the glass to her mouth. Leia slowly drinks from the glass as Beedo tilts the glass. Jabba yanks on Leia's chain, looking back at him with annoyance. Jabba commands Beedo to leave Leia for now as they are close to the pit.
Leia turns back to the window, looking out in despair. Jabba's men talk to him about Leia and how a beauty she is. Jabba laughs as some guests talk about what they would do to her. Moments later the barge arrived at the pit. Leia looking out the window seeing rebel soldier. Jabba yanks hard on her chain, causing her to run towards Jabba, leaping onto the throne onto Jabbas belly, Leia feeling a little buzzed from the drink Beedo gave her, pushing herself closer to Jabba's flesh. Forcing Leia to drink already feeling buzzed; the drink Jabba was forcing her to drink was much stronger. Inturipting, Bib telling Jabba the rebel soldier is in position for his execution. Jabba looking at Bib, moving the throne closer to the window, Leia gets of the thone in front Jabba, having a clear view of her backside, keeping her on a very short tether, feeling the cold chain run down her upper part of her back, playing with the tight short tether, it pulls Leia back slightly each time.
Before commanding one of his guards to put the rebel in the pit, Jabba scans Leia's naked body licking his lips. Glancing back up at Leia, noticing the expression on her face of fear, jerking on her chain, Leia glances back at Jabba in sadness. Holding the microphone in his hand Jabba commands the guards to move him into place. One of the guards looks up at Jabba, giving him the okay. The guard shoots the rebel soldier in the back of the head; he falls into the Sarlac Pit. Everyone in the Sail Barge cheers for joy. Leia holding in her pain and in shock aguishly knowing that no matter if someone tries to save her they will fail, having now realizing this Leia finally accepted the fact that she is going to be Jabba's slave as long as she lives, and in a twisted way be safe from the Empire remaining with Jabba. A tear slowly went down her cheek; Jabba noticing the distraught princess, pulls on her chain brining Leia into an embrace. Speaking in Huttsee with a finger wipes the tear away, with a face of confidence moving his hand up and down her right arm, trying to comfort Leia. He points to the space left on the throne. Leia making her self-comfortable on the space, sitting upright with a daze on her face still tired from last night. Jabba yanked hard on Leia's chain. Causing the naked Leia to fall back against Jabba. Jabba's hand found Leia's shoulder. Bib Fortuna approached the naked Leia telling her that Jabba wants her to rest, as he knows she didn't get much sleep. Looking at Jabba, he smiled back, licking his lips speaking in Huttsee, Bib translating for Leia, " Jabba means for you to rest as a princess should have her beauty sleep," Leia not saying a word felt a slight pull on her chain, Jabba saying another thing to her, Bib translated " Jabba would like you to make your self comfortable," Leia slowly got up from Jabba's belly into a sitting position moving as far a way from him as the chain would allow her to the edge of the throne. Leia reclined backwards using her left arm for support getting situated she put her right hand on her naked thigh. Thankful the throne on the Sail Barge was a bit pillow made it easier for her to sleep. Leia feeling very tired and now in a comfortable position at the edge of the throne, feeling Jabba's tail twitching against her naked leg, the naked Leia slowly closed her eyes falling asleep.
The Princess & The Hutt
The Sail Barge had reached its destination to Jabba's town house in Mos Eisley after the long trip from the Pit of Carkoon. Leia still asleep with her naked body lay in front of Jabba. Looking at the naked Leia, licking his lips, as during the trip he had changed his mind in going to his palace and go to his town house for a couple days with nothing more than Leia and him alone with some servants and guards of course. Jabba's guests looked at the naked princess as she still slept. Jabba yanked on Leia's chain, Leia caught by surprise fell back against his belly. He was tugging upward on the chain now, the collar digging painfully into Leia's upper esophagus, gagging her. She grabbed at it and pulled, trying to determine some way of wriggling free of this choke. Moments later Leia felt the chain actually slacken, and managed to sit herself up—but then Jabba's hand was on her bare shoulder and she flinched, trying to twist out of his reach. The Hutt's hand moved with her, however, and managed to slide all the way down onto the top of her right breast before Leia was able to pull (briefly) away.
Moments later Jabba and Leia had left the Sail Barge. Both Leia and Jabba standing out in the balcony of the town house watching the Sail Barge leave. The naked Leia stands by Jabba's side on a short tether as he drinks from his goblet, peering down at her Jerba leather boots, slowly working his way up to her legs, then gazing at her tight round butt cheeks, licking his lips, works his way up to her naked back, glancing over at her birth mark on her lower right back, slowly going seeing her bracelet on her right wrist and then gazing at her other arm where she is wearing the snake arm band. Then finally looks at Leia, her hair in a big bun with her hair clips holding it in place, her long braid draped over her shoulder with a gold hair fastener holding the braid in place. Finally looking at the dolled up Leia who was still wearing her gold earnings. Looking at Leia's beautified face as Leia wore her dark red lipstick, mascara, eyeliner on her eyelashes, and also bluish eye shadow and blush on her cheeks. Jabba enjoyed having Leia somewhat returned to her past appearance and life as a princess by having her made up in the aforementioned ways. Noticing Jabba staring at her, Leia glanced back at Jabba as he slowly left Leia alone on the balcony, still holding on to her chain, giving it more slack the closer he got to the throne. Wondering why Jabba would just leave her, as he has never done that before with Leia, as she was used to her just leaving and Jabba yanking on her chain forcing her to run to him.
Jabba got onto his space on the throne, as he commanded two guards to stand on both sides of the balcony to watch over Leia. Jabba grabs from his bowl of frogs, stuffs them into his mouth one by one, with the chain in his other hand. Leia looks out into Mos Eisley watching the people walking around doing what they felt like doing at the moment and the freedom they had. Longing so much to have freedom like she once had being able to sleep where she wanted and in a comfortable bed, but she had to sleep naked on Jabba's stone dias with nothing more than a few pillows, and had to either recline back or was forced to sleep on his belly. Looking at the women fully clothed, she missed wearing actual clothes such as her ceremonial gown she wore at the ceremony of Luke and Han, or her Hoth suit, but since being Jabba's slave she was forced to wear that wretched metal bikini, that left her no modesty, until Ortugg one of Jabba's guards destroyed with his axe. Jabba forced her to be naked wearing nothing more than her Jerba leather boots, her bracelets, and still wore her hair in a bun with a long braid that was fastened with a gold hair fastner that dangled suggestively down her shoulder and her back. Leia did not like the feeling of the braid against her naked stomach and back. More over she did not like that Jabba made her wear so much make up, as she never wore to much or too little, but to the extent of the make up she was wearing made her look like a mockery of her royal status. Also not liking the bracelets she was forced the wear, the one on her upper left arm and the armlet on her right wrist, as she was not a fan of jewelry.
Leia glanced back at Jabba, watching him eat and drink, while slow music was being played, she was grateful that at least Jabba let her be alone for the time being despite still being collared to him, as she would always be to him. Bib Fortuna approaches Leia, with a drink in his hand, feeling a slight tug, gagging her a bit. Bib explaining to Leia " Jabba offers you a drink, and as he is letting you have your space, he wants me to give it to you," lustfully looking at the naked Leia, Bib moves closer to Leia, forcing Leia into an embrace, Bib having his right hand over her elbow pushing her closer with her naked body in contact with his, holding the goblet close to his mouth, Leia puts her right hand on his grip, glancing at Jabba, feeling the cold chain over her shoulder, he commands from a distance to drink. Leia glances back at Bib then the goblet then back at Bib, he slowly forces Leia to drink from the goblet, the glass now half way gone, Bib stops as a couple drops go down her chin. Bib, "that's a good princess," with his thumb wipes the droplets running down her chin and licks his thumb tasting the alcohol. Bib puts the goblet down on the stone railing of the balcony, Leia still in the embrace, slides away from Bib, extending her left hand on one of the statues of the railing for support. Bib leaves Leia alone, going by Jabba. Leia feeling the slight wind breeze against her naked body, while feeling the warmth of the Tattoonie heat. She felt warm for once and not extremely cold like she does at night while she sleeps with Jabba, having been in the palace for so long Leia enjoyed the slight breeze against her naked body. Making her already firm breasts harder and her buttocks clench together as it reacted to the cold breeze.
It had been an hour or two Leia had been looking out into Mos Eisley from a distance from the balcony of Jabba's town house. Having felt the alcohol kick in about an hour ago, she had finished the glass Jabba gave her a while ago. Behind her, she could hear the Hutt chuckling to himself. At one point, he tugged on her chain, which made her flinch and look back at him in annoyance. Looking back out the balcony as it had been around noon, Leia still have the day ahead of her. Having realized that this was meant to be her and Jabba's time alone, but for how long?, Leia didn't know, but was grateful she did not have any of his goons around, just Bib, some guards, and some dancers. Jabba pulled on the chain again, much harder this time, propelling her body backward, causing her to gag on the collar. Leia managed to turn herself around, running towards Jabba, leaping onto the dais, throwing her hands out to halt her progress, her naked body came in contact with Jabba's belly. Speaking in Huttsee, his right hand on Leia's tight round check as her buttcheeks where clenched together. Bib standing next to Jabba on the throne behind the bowl of frogs giving Leia a smirk. Leia glances back at Bib, then back at Jabba. Giving Leia a small sip out of his goblet, commanding Leia to sit next to him. Leia slowly moved away from Jabba's embrace, moving to the space that Jabba left for her on the throne. Leia slowly sitting down, she keeled on the throne in the space given to her, folding her legs underneath her thighs, while resting her buttocks on the heels of her feet, placing her palms on her upper thighs with her fingers closed together. Leia straightened her back, sitting up right. Leia knowing Jabba wanted her by his side for the time being. Leia sat there by Jabba as he smoked his hooka and drank, while Bib was talking to one of the guards, Jabba kept her on a short tether.
A couple hours had passed, Jabba had gotten so drunk, he started to aggressively pull on Leia's chain causing her go fall backwards onto his belly, he was tugging upward on the chain, the collar digging painfully into Leia's upper esophagus, gagging her. His tail thrashing sideways by her thighs, as the collar dug deeper into her throat, her legs spread out a bit. Jabba taking advantage, forcing his tail into her vagina; Leia couldn't help herself—she groaned aloud. Leia moaned again, and she reminded herself that there were worse things Jabba could do. Jabba continued going in and out of her womenhood, the more Leia tried to fight it, the harder he pulled her chain upward causing the collar to dig into her throat, choking her. She moaned Jabba's name over and over and frigged herself to an orgasmic shudder, Yet Leia's body couldn't help but respond to her own ministrations and she felt her pussy become slicker and slicker. Loud thundering laughter could be heard from Jabba now, his own immense body shaking with enjoyment. "Unnngggggghhh," she moaned from an oncoming orgasm, her pussy voraciously sucked by this Huttese beast. It was too much for anyone to bear, and yet she could not deny the unbelievable physical pleasure Jabba's tail gave her "Ohhhhhhhh-yesssssssss!" Leia cried, her whole body shaking in its fifth tremendous orgasm. Her eyes were tightly closed as tears of shame ran down her cheeks and her mouth hung open, moaning and screaming in ecstasy. Jabba had suddenly stopped, half choking Leia in the process.
"Melina," he called to his loyal harem keeper, his booming voice echoing throughout the small room. "Where is Melina?"
Melina Carniss, a dark-haired woman in her mid-30s dressed in a bright red jumpsuit, glanced up in recognition of her name. She approached Jabba. "Yes Master?" she answered. "I want my beautiful princess to be washed and cleaned," he explained. "Take her there and prepare her for me. Have her ready by the afternoon. "As you wish," Melina replied. Melina Carniss led the captive Princess upstairs one level in the town house. Wartug the Gamorrean followed them as an escort. The three reached a door that opened into a small room with a low sandstone ceiling and square polished stone tiles covering every wall . Several old hydro showerheads extended from the wall on the left. A small control panel and a sealed door were all that distinguished the wall on the right. Directly across from Leia was another larger doorway, also closed. This appeared to be a primitive bathing room of some kind, and surprisingly well-lit compared to the rest of the dark, murky town house. Melina walked over to the control panel on the wall and flipped a switch, activating one of the hydro showers in the corner. Unlike the more common sonic showers throughout the galaxy, these sprayed water in high powered streams from the wall down to the floor. Wartug removed Leia's chained collar, per Melina's request. floor.
Wartug removed Leia's chained collar, per Melina's request. "Now get under that shower," Melina told Leia. The pig guard stood close with a deadly vibro-axe in hand, snorting to himself and ready to inflict pain if Leia showed any sign of resistance. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Melina asked. Leia frowned in defeat. With a sharp eye, Melina watched Leia walk over to the hydro shower. As Melina could see, the young princess kept a firm and flawless body, her flesh smooth and creamy. Reaching out to touch the spraying water, Leia winced from the liquid's unexpected temperature. "It's cold!" she shouted.
"What did you expect, a pleasure bath? Just clean yourself up, and do it quickly. You don't have time to enjoy it," Melina said sharply. Leia winced again as she stepped under the freezing shower. Wasting no time, she began splashing the cold liquid over her bare shoulders and back, washing away the small Tatooine sand particles. She dipped her head under the water, soaking her hair and loosening it up after untying the braided and bun, in back. The long wet mane of dark brown hair draped down her backside and clung to her skin. After no more than five minutes under the freezing shower, the Princess jumped away from it and clutched her dripping wet body, shivering with goosebumps all over her naked skin. Melina tossed a small drying cloth to her.
Melina had gotten a bottle of perfume sprayed lay a couple times with it. . "I can't smell a thing."
"Most humanoids can't, but Hutts can easily detect its odor. It's supposed to be a strong aphrodisiac for them."
Minutes later, her face and most of her body were oiled in the perfume. For some strange reason, she began to feel warmer and surprisingly relaxed as the perfume soaked into her skin. She wondered if the Vasillian nectar caused this or if it was simply her imagination.
Melina replied, now lets get you ready. Leia thinking she would get something to wear. Melina summoned SB-25 servant droid who brought the hair clips, hair fastener, the armband, bracelet, and earnings along with her Jerba leather boots. The droid started pulled Leia's hair back and began braiding her loose hair into a bun along with her loose hair making a single long braided ponytail, putting her hair clips in place to secure the bun along with the hair fastener holding the braid in place, Leia had noticed her hair grew, as the braid went to her navel, as before it stopped at her her breast. . Next, the droid put dark red lipstick on her pouting lips, then mascara, and eyeliner on her eyelashes, along with bluish eye shadow, then lastly for the finishing touch blush on her cheeks. Secondly, he placed the gold earrings into her earlobes. The droid then placed the snake like armband on her upper left arm, and the second armlet that had the hole in the middle on her right wrist. For the finishing touch the droid put on her Jerba leather boots with the outlined gold onto Leia's feet.
Melina looking at the clueless Leia, " Jabba will give you something appropriate to wear in due time, due to Ortugg and the others destroying it, he's just enjoying your royal body, as you are very beautiful."
"Okay... are you ready to go see Jabba now?" Melina asked the Princess.
"No," Leia bluntly replied.
"Good. Let's go," said Melina with a smile, jerking on Leia's chain.
Melina Carniss brought Princess Leia into the room and presented her to Jabba. Jabba hummed with pleasure. "I am impressed. Come, sit with me little Princess," Jabba spoke in Basic, patting his pudgy hand against the side of his belly.
Melina handed Jabba the end of the chain attached to Leia's collar. The Hutt took hold of the large bronze ring at the end and pulled, urging Leia closer to him. She had no choice but to crawl up onto the edge of the stone dais the Hutt lounged upon. Jabba smelling the perfume that Leia was wearing. "Melina my princess smells divine," Leia sat down on the furthest edge of the throne, as far as Jabba would allow her to go with the chained collar around her neck.
The mighty Hutt stirred on his throne, grabbing a handful of toads and shoving them into his mouth. "Rebo! Get over there and play me some music!" he bellowed as he munched on another freckled toad. The blue Ortolan with big floppy ears scrambled to his keyboard while the rest of the band took their positions.
Leia watched the various members of the group enter and set up their instruments. Joh Yowza, the furry thin-legged Yuzzum lead singer, decided to sit this one out because of a terrible hangover he was suffering after getting drunk with his pal Saelt Marae the night before. Of course, Sy Snootles had no problem taking his spotlight.
"Where's Greeta?" whispered Rystall.
"With Beedo I think," Lyn Me answered. "Arica, you'll have to stand in for her."
"Terrific," Mara sighed in displeasure, following the other two dancers to the stage.
Rystall glanced over at Leia and smiled, their eyes meeting briefly before the Princess turned her head away.
Max Rebo began strumming at his keyboard while Droopy warmed up on his horn. Sy Snootles put on another layer of lipstick as the rest of the band finished assembling. They started off with a slow, moody love song that bored Jabba and made him sleepy. He interrupted them in the middle of it and told the band to play something more lively with a stronger beat. Rebo instantly pounded at his keys and the rest of the band followed with Sy wailing into her microphone. The music was too noisy for Leia's tastes, but she listened and watched the lively bunch play out three upbeat songs in a row. Occasionally Rystall looked over at her while performing behind Snootles. Each time, Leia would avert her eyes but then slowly look back up to see if Rystall was still staring in her direction. The dancer gave her a half-cocked smile as she sang, making Leia feel even more awkward and uncomfortable.
For the next half hour Jabba engorged himself on his huge afternoon feast while the band entertained. His dinner was one of five large meals the Bloated One fed upon throughout the day. Watching Jabba eat wasn't nearly as disgusting as trying to avoid the pieces of food that fell out of his mouth, Leia soon discovered. "Here little Princess, eat some of this," said Jabba, pulling Leia up to his belly and suddenly forcing one of his huge stubby fingers into her mouth. The end of the finger was covered with some kind of creamy sauce from one of the dishes Porcellus brought to the Master. Leia gagged and almost choked when Jabba withdrew his finger from her mouth.
"Swallow it," Jabba ordered in Basic, his voice deep and intimidating. Leia looked up with wide eyes and a sickly expression on her face, then swallowed the rich sauce with one big gulp. Jabba watched her for any signs of food poisoning, for there was always the chance some secret assassin in his palace could have mixed something into the food.
Leia could sense a threatening tone in Jabba's voice. She stared at his finger and grimaced, then as she summoned all her courage she slowly leaned forward and stuck out her tongue, tasting the creamy sauce again. "Ugggh," she moaned. It had a strong spicy taste to it, and judging from the other strange dishes Jabba ate, Leia didn't want to know where this particular sauce originated.
"Don't let it go to waste, my pretty," the sadistic Hutt chortled.
Leia ran her small pink tongue all over the tip of Jabba's finger, cleaning it of the spicy sauce. She groaned when Jabba scooped up one more glob of sauce and she reluctantly opened her mouth, allowing him to feed her the entire glob. Jabba chose to keep his finger inside her mouth until Leia swallowed again and sucked the creamy sauce clean from his fingertip with only a small bit of cream trickling down her chin.
When Max Rebo's band finished their next song, Jabba told them to do something different this time - something sexier. Max looked over at Rystall, speaking to her in Ortolan. "Okay," she said. "Come on Lyn."
Rebo began to play a soft instrumental tune on his keyboard. Mara Jade finally saw her opportunity to slip into the background away from the others for now. Lyn Me and Rystall walked out into the center of the room, twirling around for the audience, both smiling and flaunting their half-naked bodies suggestively. The various sycophants, bootlickers, and other of Jabba's minions cheered and whistled appreciatively.
Max tapped at his circular keyboard, increasing the tempo, which signaled Rystall and Lyn Me to sway their hips together as they faced each other, dancing almost like mirror images of one another. Both moved rhythmically to the music, wiggling their bodies slowly and sensually with each beat.
Lyn Me reached up and slid her right thumb under the strap of black leather that crossed her breast, pulling it off her shoulder as she continued facing her fellow dance partner. Rystall reached her arms behind her to pull down the zipper on the back of her tight purple bodysuit. Little by little the two of them eased their costumes off their bodies, teasing the crowd with each erotic maneuver, and all the while keeping in step with the music. The crowd of onlookers cheered and waved their arms in raucous excitement.
Leia, however, stared at this entire show with utter disgust.
Soon the two dancers stood in the center of the room, completely naked, still swaying their bodies to the sound of the music. Leia could see that Rystall had dark reddish-purple spots that went from the sides of her face and neck all the way down the sides of her body, tracing her long sexy legs down to her odd-looking hooved feet. Her breasts were small and perky compared to the fuller, rounder breasts of her Twi'lek dancing partner as they jiggled from the movements of their dance routine.
Lyn Me was shorter than her fellow dancer, and not as thin. She was more curvaceous, but just as beautiful and exotic to look at as far as Jabba's crowd was concerned.
As if Rystall and Lyn Me's naked dance routine in front of dozens of rowdy men wasn't enough to amaze Leia, the climax of their striptease ended with the two dancers wrapping their arms around each other in a loving embrace, rubbing their naked bodies together, and kissing passionately. Rystall took a more aggressive approach as Lyn Me submitted to her, opening her mouth to allow the dancer's tongue inside. They both gently rubbed their hands all over each others' bodies during this long hot kiss while the crowd exploded in wild applause. Jabba's belly shook with enthused laughter, his hand absent-mindedly making small jerks of Leia's chain. She glared behind her at the fat tub of slime, rubbing her sore neck beneath the collar.
The band finished playing it's sensual music to loud applause as Rystall and Lyn Me gathered up their costumes. As they passed by Jabba's throne, Rystall winked at Leia and smiled, puckering her lips in a mock kiss before heading back over to the rest of the band in the corner.
The Princess and the Hutt Part 2
The dancers, Bib, the Guards and the band along with Jabba and Leia had been asleep after their performances. Everyone had been fast asleep for so long it was the evening. The Tatooine suns had started to slowly set. Jabba sound asleep, Salacious next to Leia by Jabba's tail sleeping in the space given to him, Leia's chain runs across Jabba's belly as Leia lay against his stomach her left cheek against the cold chain as she slept silently on Jabba. Jabba's hand lay on Leia's shoulder giving comfort to the naked Leia , as his tail rubbed against her naked leg. Leia finds herself covered in a long coat on boarding the Millennium Falcon with Chewie, 3PO, and Han. Leia immediately heads to the crew quarters as Chewie, and 3PO head to the cockpit. The door to the quarters opens. Leia immediately grabs Han and gives him a long kiss on the lips. Han, " I missed you too Leia, but we have to meet with the rebel alliance." Han "get some rest Leia your going to need it". Han leaves as the door to the crew quarters closes.
Leia takes off her coat and goggles. She finds a tool to remove the chain attached to the collar. Leia uses the tool to remove the chain. In relief she throws the broken chain on the floor, removes the collar around her neck throwing it on the ground with great disdain. Leia goes on one of the beds of the crew quarters grabs a blanket to cover her half naked body, still in her gold bikini. She felt freedom and comfort knowing she killed Jabba, as the vile Hutt disgusted her and did not have to deal with being half naked, having a collar around her neck chained to Jabba. She lay in the bed slowly closing her eyes covered in a blanket, feeling warm for once and not cold as Jabba did not allow her any coverage, except her bikini that had the silks on the bottom covering her rear and vaginal area. The more she thought about Jabba the more her eyes started to close. Her rear silk skirt exposed her rear while the front draped over one of her legs underneath the sheet, and not having a care in the world having to worry about coverage, her braid hung over her naked back. Leia fell asleep, as with Jabba she did not sleep well in his company, having longed a good sleep. Leia finally closed her eyes.
A couple hours have passed, 3PO enters the crew quarters, Leia wakes up immediately at the sound of 3PO. Leia opened her eyes quickly, realizing it was all just a dream. Turning her head she glances at Salacious who is fast asleep against Jabba's tail. Feeling the collar against her neck as it dug into her throat. Looking out, it was already dark, not having realized she slept most the day, but then again she hadn't got much sleep. Jabba's hand lay on her naked shoulder, comforting Leia in his own sadistic way. Leia , glancing at Jabba's tail as it swayed back and forth against her naked leg,, as the tip of his tail caressed her buttocks. Jabbas hand gently rubbed her shoulder. Leia slowly sat up, glancing back at Jabba, sound asleep along with Salacious. Jabba yanked Leia's chain causing her to fall back onto Jabba's belly, placing his hand back on Leia's naked shoulder. Hearing him snore gave relief to Leia that he was still fast asleep, but had become second nature to Jabba knowing when Leia was not lying on his belly to yank or jerk on her chain. Leia adjusted herself pushing herself up a bit more to have more support from Jabba's sluggish stomach and turning on her side, while her right arm lye against her buttocks, while the other arm rested on the pillows provided for her. Her lower body was now exposed with her buttocks sticking out as the very tip of Jabba's tail touched her cheeks, as she lay on her side. Leia put her head back against Jabba's stomach, turning her head so the cheek of her face was touching Jabba's flesh to use as a cushion, with the cold chain touching her cheek. Jabba's tail moved closer to Leia's butt cheeks as it curled up slowly swaying sideways against Leia's arm that lay next to her rear. Leia felt Jabba's hand move firmly on her shoulder. Leia not realizing she created and even smaller space for herself on the throne Jabba's tail occupied more than half the space on the throne than usual, Leia's right foot hung on the edge of the dais. Leia had wished some of Jabba's men had not destroyed her outfit as it was the only thing giving her coverage of some short despite it being skimpy, and would rather wear that then be naked. Leia slowly closed her eyes ignoring Jabba's tail swaying back and forth against her arm, Jabba's hand on her shoulder as his belly went up and down as he snored causing his hand to gently caress her shoulder as she fell back asleep.
A couple hours had past, Jabba as woken with Leia still fast asleep. Looking down at the naked Leia. Smiling that his slave princess was sound asleep. He gently groped her back feeling her soft skin, licking his lips in pleasure and lust. Jabba slowly moves his tail to Leia's lower back as the tip of his tail circled her beauty mark on her lower right back.
Bib slowly walked up next to Jabba asking what he planned for tonight. While glancing at Leia's naked form, Jabba responding back (Huteese), I will be taking her to an opera tonight. Bib grinning, so master you will be showing her off tonight then. Responding back, No not tonight in two days at the Bonta Eve Pod Race. Bib, very well, and will she be wearing something?, Yes, I ordered Melina to make my princess a new outfit for her to wear since my men destroyed her previous one(Hutese), but her new outfit will arrive on the day of the race.
Bib glancing back at the naked Leia as she sleeps, looking at her naked leg as it slightly hangs off the edge of the dais wearing her Jerba leather boats, slowly scanning upwards at her back, slightly licking his lips as he looks at her beauty mark on her lower right back and her right arm next to her rear as Jabba's tail sways sideways on her arm caressing her butt cheeks, glancing at Leia's bracelet. "Master, you have done well with the princess," Jabba in Hutese, thank you Bib. Leia moves her right arm onto her thigh, allowing Jabba's tail an easier time to caress her round tight buttocks.
Leia adjusting herself turning her upper body facedown towards the pillows sleeping on her stomach while her lower body stays the same, Jabba slackened the chain a bit, but still kept Leia on a short tether.
Some time had past since Jabba had woken up, while Leia still slept. Leia opened her eyes, as one side of her face lye on a pillow, feeling the cold loose chain on her naked back. Leia slowly sat up, as she did so, Jabba made the tether of the chain shorter, slowly pulling her back into sitting position. Jabba and Leia are moved to a hovering carriage similar to that of what Anakin and Padme traveled in Attack of the Clones but with a cover not showing Leia or Jabba in the carriage, as he did not want anyone to know yet about Leia. While in the carriage Leia sits on Jabba's, feeling the cold Tatooine air, making her breasts hard and her nipples erect due to the cold, her butt cheeks clench together also due to the cold sensation. Jabba with the chain in his left hand keeping Leia on very short tether, while his right hand touches Leia's naked back sensually as if giving her a back massage, as she looked at the various inhabitants of Mos Eisley.
Leia envied their freedom, having the freedom to do and say what she pleases, instead since her capture and failed rescue from Luke she was not allowed to speak, if she did Jabba silenced her. Moments later the carriage arrived, a Gamorean guard led Jabba and Leia up to his private box, that had curtains covering it, as not to see Leia. Leia had not gone to an opera since her childhood, Jabba made himself comfortable on his throne, which is a big cushion situated on a repulsor lift that was a few inches off the ground, while telling Bib to get him some wine. Leia situated herself next to Jabba, with some pillows provided for her. Making herself comfortable on the pillows, by Jabba's side, sitting in a regal position. Both having a clear view, Leia was at least happy to get out and to see something civilized. Leia was never a fan of opera as her parents always forced her to go, but now that she was a slave to Jabba she felt a little bit of joy, despite being naked and chained to the neck.
Jabba drank glass after glass of wine from his goblet as his tailed rubbed against Leias's naked leg. Looking at her with a smile on his face, seeing her enjoy the opera; leaning forward a bit, curious to see what is down below. Jabba glanced down at her naked back and birthmark on her lower right back, and rear, licking his lips. Leia, ignoring Jabba smiled at what was going on in the opera, as it was the closet he had been to home, with her parents together with their friends along with hers somewhat bored but still enjoying everyone's company, wearing formal dress attire that she was most comfortable in, laughing and enjoying her time, with her friends and parents.
Leia glances at Jabba, knowing she wants to stand at the end of the balcony of his private box. He commands her with a hand gesture to go that it is okay; she slowly gets off the big cushion of a throne. Jabba slackens her chain, as Leia stands in front of the throne watching him slacken the chain, Jabba tells her to go, Leia not looking back walks up to the very end of Jabba's private box, with nothing more than the curtains covering it. Leia puts her right hand upward on the round pillar to have something to hold onto, with nothing more than a small crack in the curtains, Leia sees the opera going in full swing. Leia feels her collar tighten, allowing her to go so far to pear into the view the curtains provide her.
Jabba looking at his naked slave princess, very much enjoying the view of her naked body, he glances down at her Jerba leather boots, then slowly works his way up enjoying her naked legs, and her tight round butt cheeks, liking mouth in lust. Slowly, goes goes up looking at her birthmark on her lower right back. Jabba pulls on Leia's chain, she glances back at him with annoyance, wanting to watch the opera. Leia, peers through the small open of the curtains. Leia, feeling the collar pressing against her neck as she looks out. Leia smiles as the opera continues. Leia tries to ignore the slight tugs on her chain. Trying to enjoy the opera. Leia grabs the collar with her left hand hoping it will help with the pressure against her neck. Moments pass, her chain is slackened. Leia looks back Jabba fell asleep. Turning back to watch the opera Leia puts her hand that's in the collar by her side, while her other hand grips the pillar for support.
Leia feeling a bit cold her breats are firm. Her buttocks are clenched together. Bib Fortuna standing by Jabba enjoys the view he has of Leia. Licking his lips wanting her close. Bib wakes up Jabba immediately, looking at the luscious body of his naked slave princess. she is yanked backwards, Leia gags, as she turns herself around, running towards Jabba. Leia's naked body touches Jabba's. Jabba speaks in Hutesse. My love I hope your enjoying the opera. Leia looks at Jabba then back at his goblet then back at Jabba, as he licks his lips. Feeling Bibs hand in her upper back, pushing her ever so closer to Jabba. Leia feels her naked body against Jabba's warm body.
Jabba's hand moves to Leia's hip as he forces her to drink from the goblet. Bib in the back of Leia, now with his hand in the back of her neck, pushing her forward. Leia feeling the pressure if the back of her neck as Jabba pulls on her chain. Her right on Jabba's hand as it is in the form of a fist due to the goblet. Leia drinks from the goblet. Both Bib and Jabba ease their hold on Leia, Jabba retracts the goblet a bit of the liquor runs down Leia's chin. Jabba gently brushes his thumbs to get it as he licks it. Jabba commands Bib to get off the throne.
Jabba then commands Leia to sit by his side with a hand gesture. Leia makes herself comfortable in the big cushion of the repulsor throne. As she slowly gets adjusted Jabba's tail curls up a bit, touching Leia's naked leg. Jabba shortens the tether on her chain not leaving any slack what so ever, keeping her chain nice and taught. He pulls on her chain causing Leia's head to move back a bit, closing her eyes, as her collar digs into her throat.
The throne advances forwards to the balcony. The curtains still closed, Jabba pushes a button on he throne. Suddenly the curtains slowly disappear, only to be see through. Both Jabba and Leia see what is going on during the show. Bib stands to the side next to Leia. Jabba gazes down as Leia's butt, licking his lips as he stares down at the crack of her rear. Leia watches the opera seeing through the curtains that has a see through cloak to them. The opera singer moves towards the front, making it difficult for Leia to see her as she is below the balcony. Leia leans forward her collar holding her back from seeing what is going on. Bib grabs hold of Leia's arm, she turns to him as she is slightly pulled back. Jabba presses another button on the control consol. The floor then slowly begins to disappear just as the curtains did allowing Leia to watch the opera.
Leia smiles with joy able to see what is going on. Jabba yanks on her chain causing her to fall back against stomach. Jabba pulls on her chain upwards, causing her to choke. Leia gasps for air as he puts his hand on her right breasts groping it. Leia aphexiates the harder he pulls back on her chain, her collar digs ever so deeper into her throat, both her hands hold onto the collar, desperately gasping for air, he continues to grope her breasts as his tail throbs side ways against her naked leg. Suddenly Jabba stops as he slackens the chain. Leia slowly sits back up taking deep breaths.
Moments later the opera finishes. Everyone applauds. Leia's neck still sore from Jabba pulling on it earlier. Jabba pushes a few buttons on the control console of the throne, making the curtains and floor go back to normal, Leia able to see the crowd and what is occurring outside.
A guard comes with the opera singer, due to Jabba's request. Jabba turns the throne around. Leia in a regal position, sitting up straight, with Jabba's leg against her naked leg, Leia kept on a short tether. The opera singer first looks at the naked Leia then speaks, " I hope you enjoyed the show Jabba," Jabba responds back in Hutesse " I very much did, and so did my slave." As he rubs Leia's back. " Your slave is beautiful Jabba, how did you manage to get such a beautiful specimen," Jabba, "She is a princess and I captured her when she infiltrated my palace, and her name is Leia." The opera singer looks at the naked Leia examining her body. First she looks at her luscious smooth legs, noticing the Jerba Leather boots on her feet as Jabba's tail grinds against her naked leg. Then sees her tight vagina, slowly working her way up, seeing her tight round navel and stomach then at her firm breasts. Her ears pierced with the gold earrings, her bracelet on her right arm and then looks at her snake armband on her left arm. The opera singer moves closer to Leia, seeing her hair combed back and put into a large bun with gold hair clips shaped like a crown holding it in place, and a long braid running down her shoulder held together with a gold hair fastener.
Extending her arm out curious to feel the touch of the naked Leia. Leia sitting at the very edge of the throne in her regal position with her head looking down at the floor in utter humilation as she did not like that the opera singer was looking at her like a piece of meat like everyone else has been doing. " May I have a touch Jabba?," Jabba responds "Of course Lynn." Lynn walks to the end of the throne where Leia's right leg is slightly hanging off the throne. Lynn puts her hand on Leia's leather boot, feeling the texture of it then touches the gold around the boot and off the boot onto Leia's leg, slowly moving her hand up her smooth silky leg. Leia very uncomfortable with his looking down in utter humilation. As Bib looks at Leia and Jabba enjoying that a Lynn the famous opera singer of Tatooine is taking an interest in his naked slave princess. Jabba yanks on Leia's chain causing her to fall back onto his stomach, Leia somewhat turned on her left side as her rear sticks out. Lynn not paying attention keeps moving her hand up her leg then up to her hip. Leia looks down at Jabba's tail not keeping eye contact with Lynn. Lynn reaches around Leia's hip and caresses Leia's butt cheecks as they clench together, noticing Leia's birthmark on her lower back.
Lynn moves back to the front of Leia's body looking at her vagina her hand moves onto her tight pussy, starts rubbing it slowly, Leia closes her eyes as she feels the sensation of being turned on tiltes her head back with her bun against Jabba's stomach. Jabba gazes down at Leia licking his lips. Bib also looking at Leia in lust. Lynn continues to rub Leia's tight pussy, Leia opens her eyes, giving slight eye contact to Lynn but looking down. Lynn slowly stops then goes to Leia's stomach as she feels it goes up and down due to Leia breathing. Lynn puts a finger in Leia's right round navel her finger going in circles inside it, then goes out of the navel going in circles around Leia's belly button. She slowly moves her hand around Leia's stomach working her way up to Leia's firm breasts giving them a little massage. Lynn lifts Leia's chin, looking at Leia's dolled up face.
Lynn then looks back at up. "She is a beauty Jabba the princess has her king to take care of her." Lynn then looks back at Leia and speaks to her. Jabba jerks her chain a bit commanding Leia to look at her. "You know princess I am designing you new outfit, and it's going to show your beauty and be what a princess should wear," Leia silent. Jabba speaks. "My princess will enjoy the outfit you design for her I'm sure." Lynn, "It is an honor to design a specialty outfit for a princess and an outfit that is one of a kind like her previous one." "But I most go, have another show in Corecant. I will have the outfit delivered to you in about a day Jabba,". Jabba responds " we look forward to it.
Lynn leaves. Jabba yawns. Telling Bib they are going back to his Mos Eisly penthouse. Leia still lying on Jabba's back. Salacious already asleep, they all take a private corridor down to the garage where Jabba's carriage is at that him and Leia arrived on. Jabba boards, one of the guards closes the doors of the carriage. They head off to his penthouse.
Moments later they arrive to his Mos Eisly penthouse. Taking the elevator up to his private room where they where earlier, Leia sitting up. Bib to Jabba "master shall I leave you alone?" Jabba responds ,"yes we must rest." Bib leaves. Jabba yanks hard on Leia's chain causing her to fall back onto Jabba's blubber. Feeling the cold chain against her cheek. Leia also tired begins to slowly close her eyes until she is fast asleep against her master.
Authors Notes: Thought it was time to introduce a new slave girl to the fan fic, but of another Hutt that Leia meets. If you want to visualize the new slave girl I introduce look up the model Ericka Underwood.
The Princess and the Hutt Part 4
A couple hours had passed since everyone on the barge had left Jabba's town house in Mos Eisley. Leia and the others on the barge fast asleep except for Salacious. Leia feeling a hand on gently caressing one of butt cheeks, she slowly opens her eyes, and turns around noticing Salacious caressing one of her ass cheeks, Leia tries knocking him off the throne, but initiating in tormenting Leia, just putting her hand into a fist, wanting to hit him, Salacious notices Jabba silently wake up, still tormenting her and laughing, just as she is about to hit him, Leia is yanked backwards, Jabba pulls her chain upwards, choking the naked princess, grabbing the collar with both hands, choking and gasping for air. Jabba speaks down to her as he chokes her "princess you know you are not supposed to hit Salacious." Leia still being choked and gasping for air, one of the guards approaches Jabba as he continues to pull on Leia's chain choking her. "Jabba we are 30 minutes away from Mos Shutta." The guard looks at Leia as Jabba chokes her. As Leia's tries to get back up Jabba forces her backwards even more, the more she fights it.
Jabba slackened the chain a bit, as Leia slowly sate back up, slowly catching her breath. Jabba caresses Leia's shoulder as if to comfort her. Moments later…the Sail Barge arrives to Teemo The Hutt's Palace in Mos Shuuta. The Sail Barge enters the barge hanger. Jabba slides off the throne, Leia follows as she walks in front of him. Bib and the guards walk next to Jabba.
Teemo the Hutt approaches Jabba, with one guard by his side and a human slave girl. Leia glanced up at her, looking at her. Her black hair pulled back, with a long braid going down her shoulder with a silver hair fastener holding the braid in place, she was dolled up like a whore, wearing bright red lipstick, and black eye shadow. Leia looking at her outfit, it had been made of Jerba leather hide. Two tiny silver triangular plates covered her nipples, but showing off the rest of her firm breasts as the top accentuated them, holding it in place two thin white strings of Jerba leather hide, one tide around the back of her neck to the silver triangular tops, the other string holding it in place at the sides going across her back. Leia looking at the bottom as a small silver triangular plate covered her vagina, and two very thin white strings of leather going around her waist, on both sides making it a g-string exposing her bubble butt. The slave girl also wearing white leather moccasin shoes with hints of silver around them. She wore silver earrings one in both lately, wearing a silver collar around her neck, with a chain running down the end of the collar to Teemo's hand.
Leia wished so much she was not naked, and had at least been wearing something, but instead she was naked in front of another Hutt. Having not noticed until now they had walked from the hanger to Teemo's chamber room where all his guests and men where at drinking, along with dancers dancing. Teemo " I see you have Princess Leia as your slave," Jabba replies "Yes she is a beauty," looking down at Leia. They both go onto the massive stone dais and get into their places on the throne. Teemo on one side and Jabba on the other they start to smoke from a hookah, and drink. Jabba's men along with Bib start interacting with Teemo's henchmen and guests.
Leia sitting on Jabba's stomach, staring out into the crowd, Teemo's slave girl lay backwards on her master's stomach, with a face of sadness on her face. Leia glances at her, feeling sorry for her, the slave girl looking right back at the naked Leia, Jabba keeping her on a very very short tether, with no slack at all, Leia slightly trying to lean forward, Jabba slightly pulls her back into position. Teemo glances at the naked Leia, licking his lips as his hand is underneath her top starts groping her breasts. Leia observing what he is doing to her, knowing she can't do anything about her situation, while at the same time, Jabba's hand is massaging Leia's naked back.
Both Hutts clearing drunk, the slave girl turns her lower body onto her side, while her upper body still lye's her master's stomach, his tail swaying sideways against one of her rear butt cheeks. Teemo the Hutt to Jabba, "May I offer your slave a drink Jabba?," Jabba responds, "Of course," Jabba commands Leia to go to Teemo with a hand gesture. Leia glancing at Jabba as he commands her to go to Teemo. Leia stands up and walks over to Teemo the Hutt, she lays her hands on his stomach as he pulls her ever so closer to him. Teemo finally with one of his hands around one of her butt cheeks clinching it, Leia feeling the cold chain in his hand. Glancing down at the slave girl as her collar it slowly pulls against her neck, as Teemo has her on a short tether. Leia glances at Teemo as he offers a drink both their there bodies touching each other. Leia takes a sip from his goblet, a bit of the liquor runs down her chin, Teemo slackens the chain in his hand that is grasping her ass cheek wipes off the liquor and licks his finger. Leia goes back to Jabba sitting on the tail.
Leia glances at Teemo as he cheers in excitement as his dancers and musicians sing and dance, she then looks down noticing Teemo is pulling on her chain upwards choking her, and Teemo clearly not paying attention as he is drunk out of his mind.
His slave girl looking at Leia as Teemo the Hutt chokes her, trying to grasp for air. His tail thrashes against her rear. The slave girl in pain looks at Leia for a quick minute then her chain is pulled. She closes her eyes, with both hands on her collar. Jabba notices Leia looking at Teemo's slave girl, with a hookah in his hand just puffs some smoke and looks back at the entertainment. Teemo calms down, slackening the chain. His slave girl takes a few minutes to catch her breathe. Teemo speaking in Hutteese " There there now my slave you will be alright," playing with her chain, Leia had been sitting on the hide of Jabba's tail for a while and had wanted to sit down on the throne. Keeping Leia on a short tether, glanced at Leia knowing full well what she wanted. He motioned her to sit in front of him in a regal, but yet submissive position she usually sits in. Leia positioning herself in front of Jabba, only having a small space on the throne, Jabba's tail curled up touching Leia's extended leg as it slightly pushes it off the throne. He shortens his tether on Leia's chain even more, leaving no slack but keeping in taught.
Time had past and the party still going on, Leia reclined back on Jabba's stomach, watching the crowd and entertainment. Teemo's slave girl sleeping on her stomach with a hand underneath a pillow her head slept on. Teemo glanced down at his slave, examining her body, looks her legs, then her tight round buttocks as they clench together every now and then her back. Licking his lips enjoying the view rattles the chain a bit, as part of the chain is on her back. Leia's attention on the entertainment occurring, everyone is drunk and socializing. Leia glanced over at Teemo's slave girl sleeping, while Jabba had his hand on her shoulder. She quite enjoyed seeing her rest as since she arrived Teemo did nothing but choke her and pull on her chain. Which she found surprising as Jabba did none of that since they arrived, as he is always pulling on her chain.
The party had slowly died down a bit, as Teemo's men and guests where going off doing their own things, and some falling asleep, some eating, others heading to the harem with some of the dancers and slave girls. Teemo turns over to Jabba "would you like to eat?," Jabba responding "Of course". Teemo's slave girl still asleep quickly yanks the chain with a jolt, waking her up with a panic, causing her fall backwards on to his back, choking her a bit. Teemo leads Jabba to a room up on the floor above to eat. Leaving the others in the Audience Chamber.
Sometime had past since Teemo, Jabba, Leia, and Teemo's slave girl had been in the private room discussing business, and eating. Leia had been at the window gazing out at the desert. Teemo's slave girl reclined back on his belly, wanting to talk to someone, and as Leia was at the window she couldn't do anything as Teemo kept her on her tight tether while he and Jabba spoke to each other. The slave girl looked up at Teemo as he glanced back down at her. She turned her head towards Leia; telling him with a gesture she wishes to go with her. Teemo gives a little smirk, and gestures with his hand to go as he slackens the chain. The slave girl gets up from Teemo's belly as slowly over to the window where Leia is standing at Jabba glances over at Teemo's slave girl then at his naked slave princess as she stands there nude with her hand gripping the railing of the window. Jabba pulls on it just a tad; Leia glances back at Jabba with a face of annoyance, and then glances back outside the window.
The slave girl approaches Leia and stands next to her. She glances at Leia's naked body. Starting from her legs slowly gazing up to her hips, then back and notices her birthmark on her lower right back, her eyes approach her upper back as she looks continues to look at her smooth skin, then looks at how her hair is pulled back and put into a large bun with a braid running down her shoulder, then glances at her tight stomach with a vertical line running atop her stomach down to her navel. She finally speaks to Leia, "I heard you're a princess of Alderean" Leia responds back, "Yes I am but my planet was destroyed." Leia asks what her name is and she responds back "Its Quorra". Leia notices her chain is completely slackened as it runs down her back and onto the floor. Leia " how long have you been Teemo's slave?", Quorra responds "A while I'v lost track, I used to be a decoy for the queen of Naboo," Leia, "How did you wind up here?", she responds back " My ship was hit and I was left stranded here on Tatooine, and Teemo was on his barge when he found me unconscious lying in the wreckage.
Quorra and Leia continue talking to each other, as the Hutts drink and discuss business. Sometime had past as the sun was starting to set. The Hutts, Leia, and Quorra had been back at the Audience Chamber. Everyone back at it, drinking and partying away. Leia standing next to a window gazing out into the distance. Quorra sits on her master's tail. Men had gathered both Leia and Quorra. As Leia stood next to the window across the Audience chamber a group of men surrounded her, looking at her in lust and groping her as she forced her self to ignore them. Salacious next to Teemo's tail with his little hands sqeezing her tight round butt cheeks. Quorra having been Teemo's slave girl had still never gotten used to being in her outfit. She found it uncomfortable; she disliked that her top was a smaller triangular top that barely covered her breasts and the face that her bottom left no modesty whatsoever exposing her butt cheeks as her as she was basically wearing a micro bikini and although she was nearly naked even wearing the boots given to her she hated being a slave. She could deal with. But she felt sympathy for Leia as during their conversation Leia told her that her outfit was destroyed by Jabba's been and that she had been naked for quite some time.
Both knew this was going to be a long day for them. Jabba would pull on Leia's chain every now and then as she stood next to the window with all the men gathered around her. When Jabba did pull on her chain the men surrounding her would get a kick out of it as they had never seen a princess naked, dolled up like a whore, and naked to a Hutt before.
The Long Night
Time had passed and Quorra knew it was very late. But the night continued on. Leia now sitting on a large cushion as Jabba's tail is curled around it, Leia's feels Jabba's tail against her Jerba leather boots, the cushion provided for her by Jabba, sitting next to her master. Jabba keeping her chain taut. Leaving no slack for Leia his hand against her back as he holds her chain tight and very taut.
Jabba yanked on Leia's chain causing her to go against Jabba's flesh. Jabba stared for a moment at those tasty breasts and then he started to slowly lick them, sliding his tongue in slow passes over each in turns, rubbing its tip in small circles 'round the nipples, forcing them to harden and become almost painfully erect as the cool air touched the slime coating them.
"Ohhh..." Leia's moan sounded different from the one she gave the previous day. As much as she hated herself, it was arousing her immensely what he was doing. Her firm breasts heaved and wiggled as Jabba's tongue teased them.
Jabba caressing her thigh. He kept licking her breasts and groping her ass and then he shoved his other hand between his belly and Leia's thigh. Finding what he sought, he pressed a couple of fat fingers into Leia's waiting womanhood, sliding inside of her moist nether lips. Leia hitched in a sudden gasp and arched her bare back, grinding herself against Mighty Jabba, opening her thighs willingly to him now.
The Hutt watched her carefully, still slathering her breasts in saliva as he slowly reamed his finger up inside her sex. Leia slowed rolled her hips in time to the movements of Jabba's fingers, her chain clinking softly, a long, low moan coming forth from within her, deep and throaty. She touched herself, groping over her naked breasts, squeezing them, feeling Jabba's tongue slather over them and her hands. He kept reaming his fat fingers deeper into her, two of them pushing up and crowding her wet womanhood, and oh, the delight he took from her vocal reactions! He was also enjoying the conflicting looks of pleasure and disgust on her face.
A thin sheen of sweat began to appear on Leia, mingling in the cool air with Jabba's slime and saliva as she ground her womanhood harder on his invading fingers. Jabba's big belly got dimpled and squashed around as Leia's hips slowly gyrated and ground up against it, her breath getting heavier, slimy breasts heaving, hard nipples bushing over his flab, and he kept it up, wanting to hear her.
"Moan..." he commanded.
Quorra sitting submissively in front to Teemo in an up right regal position on his throne as she watched what was occurring in front of her eyes.
Leia promptly obeyed, closing her eyes again and loosing a salacious moan from her parted lips as she leaned her ponytailed head back, squeezing and clenching her entrance around Jabba's fingers and continuing to rub her breasts, pushing them against the Hutt's soft, doughy body.
"Uhhhhn..." she moaned.
Jabba released her backside - she wasn't going anywhere now - and groped at one of her breasts, cupping it and roughly thumbing the nipple, continuing to assault her sex with his fingers, spreading them out, curling them, pulling and stroking at her wet walls, making her so fucking wet... so close now...
Leia moaned, a high, whimpery little cry of need. She was close. She felt it building within her. The dawning climax. Her hips began to work faster, her juices dribbling out over Jabba's hand. And then he suddenly withdrew his fingers. Leia blinked, her hips bucking reflexively in the air for a brief moment before she slowly stopped, opening her eyes and leaning her head forwards to look at Jabba in confusion and anger. He simply stopped, leaving her panting and moaning against him but doing nothing else to fulfill her desire. Jabba licked his lips but did nothing else.
Quorra couldn't believe what Jabba was doing to Leia, especially humiliating her the way in the way he does, knowing she's a princess. She clutched her hand into a fist, Teemo glancing down pulled on her chain once reminding her of her place. She glances back at Teemo with a face of annoyance. The whole crowd cheers at Jabba humiliating her and taunts Leia.
Leia collapsed panting against him, giving another disappointed little whimper. He didn't volunteer to assist her. He just watched her with detached scrutiny, knowing exactly what he was doing. Biting her lower lip. He grabbed the chain and pulled it to the side, angling the collar to the back of her neck, and he tugged it hard, enough to make Leia stop what she was doing and try to rescue her precious air.
Leia's hands flew up to grab at the collar. "Ack...!"
"You touch yourself only if I tell you to," Jabba rumbled, then loosened his grip on the chain slightly, allowing her to breath, but keeping her in the chokehold. Quorra slowly moving across Teemo's throne, only going as far as the chain would let her go. She finally stops as the edge of the throne. As she was about to speak, Teemo pulls on her chain silencing her before she can say anything, keeping her chain taut with no slack. Quorra looks at Leia as she is is being choked by her collar, gasping for air , some of Teemo's guests start touching Leia as she on Jabba's belly.
Leia glances at Jabba with a tear running down her eye in pain. Jabba drunk out of his mind still choking her as he pulls on her chain more. Quorra trying to reach out to her, but is held back by her chain. Helpless not being able to do anything for her. Jabba slackens the chain for a quick minute as Leia breathes for air. Then on a dare Teemo tells Jabba to yank on Leia's chain more. Jabba taking the dare pulls on Leia's chain even more. Leia with both hands on her collar, helplessly gasping for air as she is being choked: Teemo looking at Quorra as she tries desperately to help Leia, looks at her tight round bubble butt, and licks his lower lip in lust.
Suddenly Jabba stops pulling on Leia's chain. Leia relieved slowly catches her breath. Breathing heavily. Quorra is commanded by Teemo so sit in front of him, doing was her master commands Quorra keeling on his dias, folding her legs underneath her thighs, while resting her buttocks on the heels of her feet. Lowering her until her rear is resting on the heels of her feet. Leia sits up in her regal position still catching her breath, as Jabba had never choked her so violently before. Jabba tugged on Leia's chain once more reminding her of her place, Leia glances back at annoyance.
A quite amount of time had passed. Both Leia and Quorra. The audience chamber is dying down, as everyone falls asleep even the Hutts. Jabba and Leia are escorted back to their private room, along with Quorra as Teemo only allowed this once to go away from his side.
The Escape
Luke Skywalker stood on the top deck of Jabba the Hutt's Sail Barge overlooking the large Sarlac Pit. He was wielding his light saber and fighting off the horde of goons that Jabba had in his employ.
Suddenly Leia appeared on deck and was standing next to the Barge's main gun array. Luke took a second from the battle and looked Leia up and down. He had to fight the thoughts that invaded his mind and get back to the situation at hand. He saw her in Jabba's throne room when he first arrived. The golden outfit she wore was definitely not designed for the faint of heart. He would have admired her longer, but his mind was on other matters at the time. Like for instance, saving his pal Han Solo from the Carbonite he'd been frozen in by Darth Vader. That whole incident with Vader still had his brain in a whirlwind of confusion. 'Vader my...father? No, couldn't be.' He thought to himself. Anyways, speaking of other things, Luke should've been keeping his thoughts on the here and now. He was in the middle of a battle that appeared to be thirty to one, only Luke couldn't tear his eyes away from the gold bikini that Leia was wearing.
Luke swiped his saber at a man who was trying to shoot at him. The man was struck down and Luke followed through in his swipe leaving his arm raised in the air. He turned his attention back to Leia. He looked at the deck gun and saw a potential remedy for this unfair fight. He shouted to Leia.
"Get in the gun!" Luke stared at her long legs, "Point it at the deck!"
Leia did as she was instructed and ran over to the controls of the large weapon.
Another guard pulled out a blaster and shot Luke in the back of his artificial hand, leaving a hole and big scorch mark.
"AAAHHH!" Luke screamed at the pain.
His head turned sharply to the guard that shot him and immediately brought his light saber down and ended his life.
Over on the other side of the Barge, Threepio was walking around blind as his eye was hanging out of his head. Artoo was urging him forward to an opening in the railing.
"No, I can't possibly ju-" Threepio stated as Artoo bumped into him and caused him to fall off into the sand. Artoo beeped and whistled and fell behind his droid friend.
Luke grabbed onto a cable that was hanging down from one of the canopies on the upper part of Jabba's ship.
"Come on!" He motioned for Leia to come to him. He about lost control of his bodily functions when the almost nude woman approached him, and wrapped her silky arms around his body. She pressed up against him and he held her tight to his body. He groaned inwardly and looked over to the large gun.
He hit the trigger button with his foot, which shot a huge blast into the main engine room of the Barge.
Luke held onto Leia tightly and jumped off the deck. He swung over to the Skiff that held his friends onboard. Once he landed, he hesitated in letting go of the soft skin under his fingers. He didn't want to let go. Leia didn't seem to notice. Luke's fingers dug into Leia's firm side right underneath her breast. He glanced over to Lando who was working on the controls.
"Let's go, and don't forget the droids!" Luke commanded.
Lando looked at him with a big stupid grin, "We're on our way!"
The small Skiff glided over top of the buried droids and sent down some magnets and picked them up out of the sand.
The Sand Skiff was off like a shot.
As they zoomed away, the bulky Sail Barge that belonged to Jabba the Hutt burst into a large explosion, sending fire and debris every which way. In a blink of an eye, the Barge was reduced to a big fireball. The remains of the vile gangster Jabba the Hutt and his criminal entourage were reduced to sprinkles on the sandy landscape.
Lando held on tightly to the controls of the Sand-Skiff and piloted it across the Dune Sea. Their escape from Jabba's clasp and his own weary escape from the Sarlac pit was still weighing heavily on his mind. He made a left next to a herd of Dewbacks and headed for their ships, which were securely placed near Mos Eisley. He wiped the sweat from his brow. This part of Tattooine was much hotter than the rest due to the fact it was near the equator. The sun beat down upon the sand, heating it up to a warmth worthy of an oven. Lando squinted at the sky and took a deep breath of exhaustion. The Skiff shook as his hand slipped from controls.
"AARRrgh!" Chewbacca howled toward the front consol at Lando.
"All right, all right!" said Lando, who was attempting to regain control of the glider, "I'm doing the best I can."
Chewbacca was frustrated. After Threepio was pulled from the sand, Chewy was doing his best to remove as much sand as possible from the droid's joints and circuits. It was difficult for him to do any such cleaning with the Skiff shaking and jolting from the turbulence. The Wookie snuffed and went back to the gold chatterbox lying on the floor in front of him. He took Threepio's eye, which was hanging out due to Jabba's lackey messing with it, and pushed it securely back into place.
hreepio's eye lit up again, "I can see! Artoo, where are you?"
Artoo stood next to him leaning his bucket body down toward the floor. He beeped at his friend.
"There you are, you worthless excuse for a counterpart. I see you don't have any damage."
Artoo beeped and whistled assumingly.
"Humph." Threepio looked away from Artoo, "I don't know why I put up with you."
Artoo whistled sadly.
Chewy took Threepio's arm and started to bend it at the elbow. It was very stiff and sand fell from the joints. The Wookie grunted and bent the difficult joint as hard as he could. Threepio's arm broke off.
"AAahh! Careful you overgrown Mop head! You're making it worse!"
Chewy howled, "AAARRRrrrgghh-AARrrgh-Arphhh!"
"You watch your language. It's against my programming to interpret profanity." Threepio stated.
The large Wookie reached into his chest belt and pulled out a canister of pressurized air. He held the severed arm up and began to spray the joints with a stiff spray of pure air. Sand flew out of the elbow and landed on Threepio's face.
The droid's head swiveled awkwardly.
"Careful you Wookie!"
Artoo made a whir and beeping sound that rivaled a good laugh.
Threepio, "Laugh all you want Artoo. It's not my fault the creature doesn't have a descent bedside manor. I don't have to -" he kept jabbering.
Chewbacca reached under Threepio's chin and flipped a small switch.
Suddenly, mid-sentence, Threepio's voice stopped making sound. He was still functional. His eyes were still lit up and at this new predicament he started to flail his remaining body parts wildly.
Chewy chuckled under his breath. He resumed cleaning.
Artoo beeped in a satisfied way. He rotated the top portion of his body and looked towards the back of the Skiff.
Sitting on the back ledge of the transport was Luke Skywalker, Leia, and Han Solo.
Luke was on one side, while Han was on the other. In between the two men, lying down, was the lovely Leia. She was lying on her side with her head on top of her arms in Han's lap. Her exposed legs were crossed and laying across Luke's lap. She was asleep. After the fatal bout with Jabba the Hutt on his Sail Barge and the battle that ensued, then being swung on a cable in the arms of Luke across the Sarlac pit had a exhausting effect on her. Han had one hand on her shoulder and the other stroked her hair, which was still up in the style that Jabba her prepared in. Luke massaged her ankles and the tops of her feet. The attention she was getting was having an unconscious affect on her body. Although she was still asleep, she groaned tiredly.
The explosion of Jabba's Sail Barge was still ringing in Luke's ears. Although most of the people on board were criminals, their deaths still gave Luke a headache. Their screams of agony rang thoroughly through his head by the power of the force. He turned his head back towards the Sarlac pit, which was far off in the horizon now. However he could still see the smoke billowing. He turned his attention back to his friends on the captured transport.
Han's vision had not completely recovered from the after effects of the Carbonite freezing. He blinked and occasionally rubbed his eyes in attempt to focus. He was able to see enough in order to save Lando from the tentacle, but everything still looked blurry, and full of black splotches. However, he did see something that he did not expect to see. Back before the explosion, back before they zoomed away, and in between the rapid black splotches that kept popping up...he witnessed his buddy Luke swinging on a cable onto the Skiff. But the most exquisite sight was that of his only love dressed in an extremely revealing outfit. He recalled the sight in slow motion. Leia...princess...beautiful...unbelievable...gold...tight...Leia...bikini. The vision of her swinging with the cloth that swooped in front and behind her was like something out of a dream. He came back to real time and looked at her sleeping form. He rubbed her arm and did the best he could to stare down at her chest. Encapsulated in two small triangles were Leia's firm and now, very tan breasts. Han closed his eyes and concentrated hard on repairing his vision. When he opened them nothing had changed. Everything he saw was still very foggy. Much like a mist was covering everything. Which was quite ironic considering they were on a planet of desert. Moisture had to be harvested on this terrain.
His hand moved from her hair and stroked the side of her cheek.
Leia hummed at this.
Han remembered the kiss he shared with her when she rescued him from the Carbonite. He remembered her soft, wet lips touching his own. He remembered how her tongue entered his mouth. The memory played out in his brain like some erotic fantasy in which he was a blindfolded submissive. When he looked down at his hand touching her face, he noticed that Leia looked just slightly older than he remembered. Not old, still very young and delicate, but just more mature than before.
When Han was in Jabba's prison cell with Chewy, he forgot to ask how long he'd been out of it. It didn't feel like a long time. It couldn't have been too long. The memory of that fateful day was fresh in his head. The last kiss he shared with Leia was one for the books. Even though it was in front of Darth Vader and the Bounty Hunter Boba Fett, it was the most passionate kiss he'd ever experienced. The look on Leia's face as he was being lowered into the freezing chamber made Han want to pick her up and do several nasty things to her. Of course it was difficult for Han to think about much of anything at that time. But the fact that her kiss had given him an erection was most prominent in his thoughts. He was frozen in the Carbonite with an erection. Han had a permanent hard on for the duration of his entrapment.
Han closed his eyes again and remembered the frightening experience of what was almost his death.
Luke sensed anxiety and arousal coming from his friend. It was odd to feel both those things at the same time in a person. He sensed Han's overwhelming feel of helplessness and fear, and Luke guessed what his friend might be recalling. Luke still kicked himself for not making it in time to save him. To a certain extent he felt it was all his fault. Luke took his regret and shoved it to the back of his mind. Regret was not something that a Jedi should carry with him. Master Yoda taught him that. Luke knew he wasn't really a Jedi yet, but he tried his best to stick to the ways of his teachers Obi-Wan and Yoda.
Luke brought himself back to the here and now. His fingertips were still caressing Leia's skin around her ankles. Luke couldn't help but glance up and down Leia's smooth body. Especially her long legs that were right there, rubbing into his lap. Cautiously he took his hands and ran them up her calves and back down to her feet. Her tiny body was perfect with the sun reflecting off it.
Leia hummed in her sleep again.
The sound that escaped her closed lips was electrifying. It was like the time that she kissed him on Hoth after his near death experience with the snow creature. Her lips were small and wet. Luke was so surprised by her sudden movement that he didn't know what to do except kiss her back. It was so brief, but the exchange of tongues and her soft humming was enough to drive him insane. He knew she did it to make Han jealous, and it worked, but Luke decided to enjoy it while it lasted. He remembered Han, Chewy, and the droids left him there in the medical bay with annoyed looks and comments. Luke just put his arms behind his head and began to gloat. He wasn't able to stand up after that for at least fifteen minutes.
Luke's eyes started to trace Leia's curves. It was not difficult to see them thanks to Jabba's slave garments that she was wearing. She might as well have been naked. Luke pondered that a moment and wondered why Jabba actually had his slave girls wear clothing. It seemed strange that a Hutt would do that. It's a little out of character. His gaze traveled up her calves, around to her knees, and back around her thighs and ended up on her exposed ass cheek. The pieces of Purple Lashaa silk that came down her middle on both sides of her body were tucked between her legs. She obviously knew how exposed she was and wanted to cover up her most intimate areas.
Luke panted to himself. He really wanted to see more of her. Even though Luke found Leia to be absolutely hot to look at, something deep down inside of him was telling him not too. And it wasn't the usual part of a person's conscience that was warding him away. It was the force that was silently telling him that Leia was forbidden. He couldn't tell what was so forbidden about her, except in the erotic sense. But that was exactly what Luke found most appealing. Leia was a purified sexual creature. Especially in this gold Bikini.
His hand started to rub her flawless legs again, when the force again popped into his head telling him not to do anything indecent with Leia. He closed his eyes tightly and concentrated very hard for an answer. He asked, 'Why not?' The will of the force made Luke sense something about Leia that would be revealed in due time. Luke was quite unhappy with the answer he received. And he concentrated, 'What will be revealed?' And again the force came to him with something about their unique relationship and how it should be honored in a sacred way. At this he rolled his eyes. He could only think of one way in which to honor this gorgeous creature of flesh before him. Of course that is to say, if she would have him. And with the thought of how her and Han have been getting along lately, his flights of fancy would have to be put of hold.
Leia squirmed in her sleep. Her legs rocked against Luke's pants.
Luke's eyes widened at her movement and he gently moved his hand up to her naked thigh. Han didn't notice. And if he did, Luke would make the excuse that he was steadying her so she wouldn't fall off his lap, or out of the Skiff. His hand softly squeezed her thigh and he groaned inwardly. He had never had his fingers on something so soft, tight, and smooth all at the same time before. The feelings he was having became extremely difficult to control. Finally after a little negotiating with his thoughts and feelings he settled on a decision. He would just peek. Since Leia would never give herself to him, he decided to just get a little look of what he'd be missing.
He turned his head to Han. Han was still stroking her hair and his eyes remained shut. Luke then turned to the Purple cloth that covered Leia's ass. With a wave of his hand, the cloth slipped from between her legs and flew back into the wind. It flapped silently as the Skiff traveled along the sandy landscape. Luke's attention shot back to the other passengers to see if anyone had noticed.
Chewy was still facing away from them and cleaning the muffled droid. Lando was far up front and busy piloting them towards the landing sight of the Falcon and his X-Wing. Artoo however was looking straight at the three of them.
Luke looked directly into the one black eye of his droid companion. Artoo whistled so quietly that nobody noticed. Luke winked at the blue and white figure and nodded.
Artoo took that as a signal to start recording.
Luke had many times to chat with Artoo about his long time lust for Leia. And Artoo was very encouraging. In fact, Artoo had once stated to him in a chant of whirrs, beeps, and whistles that if he were a human, he'd have the hots for the Princess as well. Luke always found it funny when Artoo would divulge information like that. He was definitely a good friend to talk to, especially on long trips in his X-Wing when they were the only company they had.
Once the droid started recording, Luke became a little bolder. He waved his hand again and the front cloth flew out from between Leia's legs and floated out of view of Artoo's lens. The R2 unit recorded closes up at the small triangle that covered Leia's private part.
Luke turned his head back to Leia's behind and saw something that almost knocked him out of the speeding transport. The only thing that held the gold panties to her body was a tiny open oval hip fasteners that stretched from her waist, and two triangular chastity plates with lashaa silk down between her ass cheeks, and then in front of her pussy. Her small, rounded butt was out in plain sight. Luke gripped Leia's naked thigh harder and gulped making his throat feel heavy.
Leia groaned silently as Luke lightened the firm grip on her leg. Han still hadn't noticed anything and continued his meditation.
When he was satisfied that his friends were still out of it, Luke stroked his hand up her thigh and came right up and cupped her bottom. Luke was in heaven. He rubbed her on both cheeks and slid his hand in and out of the crevice with the string in it. He softly groped her skin and squeezed as lightly and as firmly as he possibly could, doing his absolute best not to wake the sleeping beauty.
Leia hummed some more.
He dug his fingers between her cheeks and wrapped the oval hip fasteners in his fingertips. He gently pulled up on it, which in turn applied pressure onto her pussy lips.
"UUuuhhh..." Leia suddenly moaned.
Quickly, Luke let go of the hip fasteners and brought his hand back to her ankles. At her sound, Han opened his eyes and looked down at her face. Artoo continued to remain quiet and kept recording.
Leia yawned and stirred between the two men. She rolled onto her back and stretched her arms straight up. She extended her legs and stretched them across Luke's lap. Her calves slid right across the tip of Luke's hardening cock still locked away in his pants. Then she relaxed and her arms came down to her sides and her legs again rested on top of Luke's hard on. Leia didn't seem to notice.
Luke's heart was racing a million miles a parsec as her legs stopped their stretching and rested atop his tented pants. His penis was holding one of her legs up in the air like a pillar holding up a building.
She yawned again and looked up from Han's lap and into his eyes. He held her face and smiled down at her.
"Welcome back," Han said teasingly.
"I should be telling you that," Leia interjected.
"So tell me."
Leia smiled at the smuggler, "With words?"
"Nah."
Han put his hand behind Leia's head and pulled her up from his lap. Their lips touched, and in a split second were kissing like hungry Gamorians. Both sets of eyes were shut and their tongues quickly darted in and out of each other's mouths. Their lips wrenched and devoured one another in a groaning flash of sexual tension.
The Dream Part 2
Leia hummed and groaned into Han's mouth, "hhmmm...hhmmm...hhmmm..."
The passion that consumed the lovers was so much that Leia started to fidget. One arm reached up and held the back of Han's head and the other hand reached for the ledge of the Skiff and she held on in a tight grip. The muscles in her arms flexed and shook. Her legs started to tense with each penetration of Han's tongue that she jerked her legs all over Luke's lap.
Luke's eyes shut and his mouth dropped open. The sensations of Leia's legs slipping and sliding all over his cock was too much. And the fact that she didn't realize the pleasure she was giving him was the ultimate taboo for Luke. Luke was about to grab hold of her legs again, when she slid them off his lap completely and placed her feet on the ledge next him. Her knees were spread and bent, leaving the cloth to hang down between her legs again.
Han held Leia's neck firmly and continued to shove his tongue into her mouth and suck on hers roughly.
Leia squealed softly and shoved her feet under Luke's butt. She shook with pleasure with her open legs trembling.
Luke turned his head and looked down between Leia's spread thighs and used the force to lift the brown cloth up out of his line of sight. The cloth floated up and Luke could see part of Leia's tight pussy behind the hip fasteners and gold triangle chastity plates. At closer inspection, he could see a little bit of moisture coming from the smooth, hairless spot between her legs.
Her smooth belly tensed with pleasure as Han serviced her eager mouth. Leia's abs were super tight, and after watching her stomach flex and crunch with every moan was making Luke extremely bothered. It was difficult to tell if her nipples were erect because of the golden-snake like design that covered her tits. Luke could only guess that they were standing out like tiny light sabers. Her chest heaved with each breath and Luke gulped again and wished he could see the orbs in all their glory. Each tit was a little more than a handful, and to Luke they were perfect.
Luke wanted so much to lean over and just start sucking her. Any part of her body would do. Just to make some sort of contact with his lips on her bare skin. But his ultimate desire was staring him in the face. The goal was her small pussy that was right there with a small string holding it open for him. He would be happy with sucking on her like a leach or at least insert a finger or two. It didn't seem fair to Luke that she fell for Han. Han was a rogue type smuggler that probably hustled women back in the day before he joined up with the rebellion. Luke didn't understand how their relationship grew so strongly from the last time he saw them together. She had kissed Luke in front of Han because he was being a nerfherder. And she told him of it too. How did it go from being a scruffy nerfherder to making out like teenage sand people? Luke just didn't understand, or at least chose not to understand. He did realize that after he went towards Dagoba, Han and Leia had a lot of time together on the Millennium Falcon. The way they were kissing in front of him now, Luke didn't want to imagine what sort of sexual escapades went on during that little interlude. Only...Luke sensed that this was the farthest that they had gone.
After several minutes of the heated make out session, Leia broke away from Han's face and was breathing heavily. Han smirked a devious and alluring smile.
"I have to stand up," Leia said.
Han leaned back on his hands and took a deep breath.
She removed her feet from under Luke's butt and put them on the floor. She looked Luke in the eyes and said, "Sorry Luke."
Luke searched for something to say and could only come up with, "It's fine."
Leia smiled at him and lifted herself up from the ledge. She took a few steps forward and started to stretch out her arms. She held them over her head and reached for the sky.
Luke noticed Leia's tight skin moving as her body arched itself skyward. As the Skiff shot forward toward Mos Eisley, the wind caught loose strands of Leia's brown hair. The breeze caught onto the two pieces of cloth and shot them backwards in between the two men sitting right behind her. This caused the back of her legs to be completely exposed, right up to her tight rear end. As she stretched, her ass muscles clenched and she made a grunting sound.
Han watched as his luscious Leia stood up straight, unknowingly putting on a show for him.
Luke sighed.
At this, Han turned his head to Luke, whose eyes were transfixed to Leia's pert bottom. Han was about to say something, but...something suddenly stopped himself from interfering. When Han looked at the perfect skin tone that Leia had, he tried to put himself in Luke's place. He could see that this boy, who would one day be Jedi, was obviously frustrated by the fact that this sexual being was exerting sex, sex, sex and not even realizing the effect she was giving him. Han decided to just sit back and let the kid enjoy the view.
Once again Leia yawned and the yawn turned into an, "OOOoooohhh..."
At this, Leia leaned over at the waist, kept her knees straight and reached down to touch her toes.
Both Luke and Han's eyes reached the breaking point as the incredible ass that they both wanted so badly was bent over and staring them both in the face. She was standing so close that each of the men could have easily reached out and grabbed hold of each of her ass cheeks. And in this bent over position, the silk skirts that went between them slipped right between her pussy lips. Spread apart so delicately and forced a tight pull on her clit.
Leia, unbeknownst to herself, was exposing every inch of tight, wet pussy to both Luke and Han. As she bent over she grabbed hold of her ankles and pulled her upper body down until her head was upside down between her calves. Her gold bra covered tits were crushed up against her knees.
Her lips were visible between her legs when she flexed her muscles and she let out an audible groan.
"AAAHHhhhh, OOoohhhh yeahhh!"
Han's pants were tented to the hilt with his hard on pressing tightly into the fabric.
Luke was in no better shape. He did his best to cover his erection with his hand. He was being extra careful not to let Han know he was staring at Leia's incredible assets.
Leia brought her upper body up and put herself into a 90-degree angle. She stared straight ahead and grabbed onto Chewy's shoulders.
"Hold still Chewy, I'm stretching."
Chewbacca howled gently over his shoulder and went back to reattaching Threepio's arm.
Leia held herself there and flexed all her muscles in order to work out all the kinks in her body. She spread her legs wide apart and brought her body up into a standing position. She put her hands on her hips and yawned again.
Luke was staring intently to every single shift in her body movement. Every tiny little flex of a muscle, a clench of an elbow, a bend of a knee. It was like an illegal substance that he yearned to partake of and never quit no matter what.
"Psst, hey kid." Han whispered to Luke.
Luke suddenly snapped his attention over to his friend. Han was smiling.
"You like what you see?"
Luke's heart was beating extremely quickly. He hesitated and stuttered, "Ye..yes."
Han cocked his head sympathetically, "Yeah, well. I'm not surprised."
"You shouldn't be," said Luke.
Luke was a little upset that Han would even pretend that he didn't know that Leia has been foremost in his fantasies since they picked her up off the Death Star. He should have recalled the little argument they had over her. In Luke's mind it wasn't fair. He had been in love with Leia for just as long, if not longer than Han had.
Han was still staring at Leia's nearly exposed body, "I tell you what Luke. Jabba did have good taste in slaves. Poor dead bastard." Han smiled at that thought.
Leia heard this and turned her head back to Han, "Excuse me? Nobody makes me into a slave."
Han stared back at her, "Then he had good taste in fashion. Poor naked bastard."
With her back still turned to them, Leia smiled at Han and flipped the black cloth away from her ass, bearing it to Tattooine.
"Do you have any idea how uncomfortable this is?" Leia asked referring to wearing nothing underneath.
"Why not take if off? Luke and I won't mind." Han said daringly.
Leia smirked at him and turned her head around to Luke. With her back still turned and the cloth still raised, Leia looked like a golden statue of pure sexuality. The first thing she noticed when she looked at Luke was that his eyes were super glued to her butt. She was a little surprised by this.
"Hey!" Leia laughed and got his attention. Luke's eyes met hers.
Leia continued, "Don't look so flustered Luke. It's just me."
Luke sighed and looked down at the floor.
Han, "I don't think you understand. It's just you, but it's a lot more of you than either one of us have seen before."
Leia turned around to face them. She crossed her arms across her chest and shot him a discerning glance.
"What are you saying? You can't handle it?"
Han replied, "I can handle it. I'm not sure about Luke here though."
Luke continued to stare at his feet during the exchange.
Leia laughed a little, "No, I guess not."
She got down on her knees in front of Luke and put her hands on his legs. She dipped her head down and up to meet his eyes.
"What is it Luke? What's troubling you?"
Luke was trembling like a small child under Leia's hands. And she noticed.
"You're shaking?" she said surprised, "What are you afraid of?"
Luke's gaze unconsciously started to switch between her eyes and her cleavage which was practically under his nose. When he realized that his eyes were traveling at light speed between the two, he shut them.
"I'm not afraid of anything Leia."
She smiled at his apparent shyness, "I didn't expect any sort of apprehension at looking at a woman's body from a Jedi knight."
Luke shook his head slowly, "I'm not a Jedi yet. I still have much to learn."
Han was watching the two very closely. The feelings that were surging through his body were that of excitement and arousal. As he watched his two friends talk, he noticed Leia's hands started to slowly rub up and down Luke's thighs. Han was confused about what was beginning to happen here on this Skiff, but he was starting to like it...a lot.
Leia's hands were rubbing his thighs in a comforting way, but at the same time very alluring. Luke's breathing was starting to increase and become deeper.
"Luke..." Leia said to her obviously uncomfortable friend, "Do you like looking at me?"
With his eyes still closed, he nodded.
"What do you need to learn?"
He shrugged nervously.
Leia hesitated for a second, then asked, "Have you ever been with a woman Luke?"
Luke's eyes opened. He stared deeply into Leia's pupils.
Leia asked, "Have you ever kissed a woman?"
At this Luke said, "Just you."
Leia smirked. Of course. He had lived a sheltered life here on Tattooine with his Aunt and Uncle. They barely allowed him to do anything except harvest the moisture from the ground. And the kiss...it was something she remembered as well. She did only do it for Han's annoyance, but she remembered how incredibly hot it felt to press her lips to his and insert her tongue.
"That's right. Then I have to ask...did you like it?" Leia asked with a seductive edge to her voice.
Han was staring at Leia on her knees. Several fantasies started to play out in his head and he was becoming harder with the tone Leia was using.
Luke's eyes went back to her cleavage. Her chest was moving up and down deeply as well. He did not move his gaze from her golden confinement.
He said, "Ye..yes...yes I did Leia."
Leia looked down at her tits and brought her hands up to the clip in the middle. She undid the clip and the golden bra fell apart unmasking her two swollen tits to Luke's lusting view.
Luke sucked in his breath quickly. Leia's nipples were sticking straight out. With the slave bra on, it must have hurt them.
"God, Leia." Luke uttered.
Han had his hand on his own groin and was rubbing up and down and occasionally squeezing himself firmly.
Leia was again looking up into Luke's face and her own lust was indescribable. She looked in the corner of her eyes and saw Han's reaction. She laughed.
"Oh my. What am I going to do now?" Leia turned her head to the front of the Skiff. Chewy was facing away from them and stiff mending Threepio. Lando was all the way at the front still piloting the vehicle towards their destination. The only person who was looking in their direction was Artoo. She smiled at Artoo and mouthed, 'Shhhh...quiet.' Then she turned her attention back to the boy at hand.
Luke's eyelids were halfway open. Not from being tired, but from unadulterated hunger. His mouth was open and hot breath escaped his lips.
Leia's hands were rubbing higher now on Luke's thighs. Suddenly her hand brushed across what had to be Luke's engorged cock rising in the leg of his black pants. As soon as she discerned this, she immediately started to rub it. She started off rubbing it softly, and then worked into a rhythm of hard strokes. This made Luke's breath become staccato and he gasped every time her palm made a pass.
Artoo zoomed in with his recording lens on the action. He was not about to miss a single second of this.
"Aah..." Luke gasped a little too loudly.
"Shhhhhh..." Leia hushed the aroused Jedi to be, "You have to be quiet, otherwise we won't get to do what you really want."
Luke nodded his head in agreement. Leia's hand was rubbing faster and faster with every passing moment.
Leia looked down at Luke's hands. He was gripping the side of the ledge forcefully. He looked like he was about to break the metal apart with his bare hands.
"Oh you like that," Leia didn't relent in her rubbing. The fact that Luke was reacting so strongly only made Leia's rubbing stronger.
Luke whispered hoarsely, "Oh shit...oh shit...Leia...oh God...yes...Leia..."
"I hear you..." Leia whispered back.
The rubbing of his crotch was so intense that Leia's tits jiggled to and fro in front of her aroused friend.
Luke suddenly let go of the ledge and grasped hold of her swaying tit flesh.
"Aahh..." Leia gasped in surprise.
Luke almost let go at her gasp, but she just encouraged him more, "No, it's okay...Luke...ohhh...go...ahead...Aahh...and do...what...you...want..."
The young boy squeezed her warm tits gently, then started to explore them more thoroughly. His hands roamed all around her exposed chest and caressed every part that he could.
"Good...good...ohhhh Luke..." Leia softly mumbled.
Meanwhile on the other side of the ledge, Han was sitting there watching the two excitedly. He had opened his pants up and his raging hard on was in his hand being stroked in sync with Leia's hand stroking of Luke. The sight before him was unreal. The tight body of Leia Organa was on her knees in front of his best friend, almost completely naked, except for that damn gold bikini. The bra was still attached by the chain that hung from her neck but it wasn't covering her tits anymore. The only thing that covered her tits were Luke's hands, which were up, down, and all around her beautiful mounds.
In Luke's disheveled state, he took Leia's nipples between his fingertips and started to roll them. He pinched them sending a jolt through Leia's body all the way down to her moist pussy. Again she gasped quietly.
"Luke...ohhhhh...Luke...uuhhh..."
Leia undid the front of Luke's black pants and opened them up. Almost immediately, his large erect shaft sprung up and pointed straight at Leia's face.
"Ready for this Luke?" Leia asked him not really expecting an answer.
Before Luke could acknowledge anything, Leia's mouth opened up into an "O" and her head dropped down onto Luke's bulging cock.
Luke's eyes shot open to their capacity. His cock tip touched the back of her throat before the rest of her mouth made contact. All of a sudden her lips clamped shut over his base and intensely started sucking like she was extracting poison from a Sand Kleechernib bite.
"Oh God, Leia!" he gasped loudly.
Han quickly looked to the front of the Skiff. Luckily the Skiff made enough ambient noise from its humming engines that nobody on board noticed Luke's cry of pleasure.
Leia's head didn't move from her place at the base of his stiff rod. She just stayed there with her nose touching his belly and sucked as hard as she possibly could.
Luke's fingers pinched Leia's nipples harder and he started to pull on them thanks to the sensations Leia's sucking was giving him. Leia squealed at his pleasurable hurting.
She opened the side of her mouth around Luke's penis and took in a deep breath. Then she closed her lips again and again started to suck his cock hard. Her head started to lift and her lips were dragging over every inch of his foreskin causing a pulling sensation that made Luke's eyes roll into the back of his skull. She sucked with the same intensity all the way up over the head and made a distinct popping sound when she finally let go.
Luke sighed heavily.
Leia leaned down and again and licked his cock from the base all the way up to the tip. At this move, Luke put his hands on the back of Leia's head.
"How was that Lu - ugh..."
She wasn't able to finish her sentence due to the fact that Luke had shoved her head back down on his overly sensitive cock. Leia sort of snickered at his insistent wanting. She obliged and opened her mouth again and made her lips into a small "o". She slowly and maliciously pressed her tiny open mouth over the head of his cock and started to lick his tiny slit. She sucked a little on his head until she finally started to slip her lips down his shaft once again. Her face was back down to his belly and she once again started sucking like she was saving someone's life.
She hummed over his cock sending shivers and shakes through Luke's tense body. After she finished humming she brought her lips up again, sucking all the way, and dragging her tongue up the underside until she came off him again with a loud, wet pop.
The sight of Leia's cocksucking techniques were having an unduly effect on Han. He too was breathing deeply and stroking his cock at the same pace that she sucked Luke's own saber.
She looked up into Luke's eyes once again. She smiled wantonly, "What are you thinking?"
Luke didn't answer. He could hear her, but the words were like gibberish.
She giggled, "Luke?"
His hands were still on the back of her head. He slowly moved them around to her face and lifted her up to his lips. His lips touched hers and both of their eyes shut tightly. Their mouths were opening and swallowing everything the other would give. Luke took her tongue into his mouth and sucked on it at well as she sucked his cock. Her wet lips were slipping all around Luke's and she was moaning profusely into his mouth.
Luke's hands slid down her cheeks, then down her neck. His fingertips relished in the feeling of her hot, sweaty skin. Leia's hand went to Luke's shoulders and held on for dear life. His hands came down her chest and squeezed tightly on her tits and again pinched the hardened nipples with a lustful rage. He then slid his hands down her smooth belly and around to her hips. He caressed her hips roughly and then slid his hands to her tight little ass. Once he massaged the globes of her ass enough, he started to pull her towards him.
Her knees knocked into his knees and she started to spread them. She moved forward with ease and her pussy brushed over Luke's erect shaft.
They broke their kiss and she looked down upon him. They were both breathing hoarsely and still held onto each other's bodies like they were attached that way. Her tight grip on his strong shoulders, and his tight grip on her quivering bottom.
The Dream Part 3
Luke looked down at the cloth in front of him and closed his eyes.
Leia looked down at him with a look that could melt Carbonite.
"Are you ready Luke?" Leia asked him with absolutely no intention of backing out if he said no.
Luke just nodded.
Leia closed her eyes and leaned her head back. She brought her knees up onto the ledge, on which Luke was sitting and straddled him. She positioned herself over his tall standing erection.
Luke held tightly to her moving body. He felt her ass spread as she lowered herself down.
Her pussy lips touched the tip of his cock. Luke groaned.
"Ooohhh..."
"HHhhmmmm..." Leia replied back.
Just like her lips engulfing his prick, so did her other lips. Her pussy opened and she lowered herself farther and farther down his shaft. The heat and moisture that wrapped around his cock was hotter than anything here on Tattooine.
"AAaahhh...Aahh..." She sighed at the penetration.
Finally her pussy touched down on his base. She sat there and squeezed him with her pussy muscles.
They both moaned together as they waited, enjoying each other's body parts.
This position put Leia's perky tits in front of his face and he didn't hesitate to lean over and start exploring. He opened his mouth and took turns in taking in a nipple and sucking it to the back of his mouth. He went to the other nipple and flicked it with his tongue rapidly.
"Ooh...OH!...OHhh...shit...Luke..." Leia cooed and whined deliciously.
Without saying anything, Leia started to rise off his prick. And then she dropped back down sending a wave of titillation through her spine. Luke let go of her nipples and groaned.
Again she rose slowly, then just as slowly slid back down. Luke gripped her butt tightly.
She started to pick up the pace a little and Luke helped by lifting her up and down with his strong hands. Luke's eyes shut tightly.
Without realizing it, Luke used the force accidentally and raised the Skiff in altitude. Lando was noticing the rise and looked down at the controls with a confused expression. Lando held the controls down and Skiff leveled out.
Soon, the two friends were fucking each other madly. Leia was bouncing up and down on Luke's cock like a mad Wookie in heat. Her pussy lips wrapped tightly around every single inch of his prick and sent shivers and quakes to her new lover.
Luke's hands were down on her thighs. He held onto them just to feel her rise and fall on his body. Her pushing off of Luke's shoulders magnified the intensity in which she threw herself in the air.
"Ohh..Ahh..Ohh..Ahh.." Leia's voice had started to rise.
"SSsshhh..." Luke told her, "You're...going...to...alert...every...body..."
"AAAaaahh...I...ohhh...can't...OOoohh...help...eeEEAahh...it..." Leia panted as she bounced herself up and down at a quickening pace.
Luke had to think quickly. If the others saw what was going on, it would be all over. Either that or Lando would want to join in, and Luke didn't want that happening. He still didn't trust Lando for what happened earlier in Vespin when he sold out his friends to the Empire. And then there was the case of Chewy. He wouldn't join in even if he wanted to, because Wookies didn't have the same anatomy as we did. It wouldn't fit right. Then there was the fact that he was still shy and self-conscious, especially in this crazy situation with Leia humping madly on his stiff cock. He didn't know what to say to the others. Speaking of the others...Han!
Luke jerked his head over to were Han was still sitting enjoying the fuck show he was watching. Han had his prick out and was masturbating wildly as Leia pounded her pussy on Luke's hard on. This gave Luke an idea.
"AAaahh...OOohh...shit...Luke...Uuuhh...God...Luke..." Leia's volume was getting louder.
Quickly, Luke grabbed hold of Leia's waist and turned his body so that he could lay on his back with Leia still on top of him. This caused Leia to lean over his face and move her hands from his shoulders to his chest. This also put Leia in the perfect line of sight for his friend Han.
Leia continued to pounce up and down and began to dig her fingernails into Luke's chest. Her eyes opened at the slight change in position only to find herself staring at Han jerking off before her.
"OH God...Luke...OOoohh...fuck...Luke...AAaahh..." Leia's voice seemed louder in this position.
Luke looked backwards at Han and said, "Hey Han. Help me out here. She's too loud."
At this request, Han got up on his knees and moved over to the orgasmic Princess with her pussy full of stiff prick. He smirked at the moaning girl and held his own prick out and up towards her face.
"OOhhh...shit...AAaahah...fuck...Luke...I...Uughh..." She kept up her increasing volume.
"Ssshhh..." Luke pleaded again.
"I...AAAHhh...can't...OOOoohh...too...good...DAAMmn...UUhh..." she practically shouted.
Han reached up to Leia's head and forced it down to eye level with his cock.
"I'll take care of this kid." Han said as he forced his prick into Leia's open, babbling mouth.
"I..can't...UGhh..." Leia gagged as her mouth was filled with Han's raging cock.
Han held her head and sighed inwardly, "Ohhhh yeah...this is what I've been waiting for." He was about to start moving in and out of her mouth when she sunk her face all the way to his belly like she had done to Luke earlier. Again she clamped her lips around his base and started to suck exceptionally hard. Han didn't have to move at all, because Leia was doing all the moving. She bounced and humped Luke so wildly that Han didn't have to exert any force whatsoever. He just held steady on his knees and enjoyed her warm mouth.
Leia sucked hard, then started taking deep breaths through her nose, then sucked harder, then breathed through her nose, then again sucked extremely hard.
Han was warped with pleasure streaming in and out of body like the Falcon making record breaking speeds. His hands reached up and started to smooth down Leia's sweaty back and drug his fingernails back up to her shoulders. This act made Leia squeal again over Han's prick. The squeal vibrated Han's penis so hard that he thought he might come right then. Luckily it was not enough to push him over the edge because there was a few more things he'd like to do with Leia before he came for the first time in her body.
"Hhhmm...hhmmm...hhhmmm..." Leia continued jolting up and down on Luke like his prick was a spring. Her head kept busy sucking and licking up and down Han's huge cock with every stroke. Her tits jiggled and flopped down in Luke's face, so he simply opened his mouth and let them fall in. He'd stick his tongue out and flick her nipples on the fly and try to suck them in his throat when she went back up.
Han held the back of her head and just beamed with delight as the soft, wet lips of Leia engulfed him in what seemed to be an unending Skiff ride.
Artoo was still recording the three fucking people. He beeped softly to himself, wishing he were a human.
Threepio on the other hand could hear the throes of passion coming from the back of the transport, but thanks to the huge Wookie in front of him, he couldn't see anything. And he obviously couldn't say anything seeing how his voice was still switched off.
Later in the ride, the three lovers had switched positions. Han was now on his back. Leia was laying on her back, top facing away from him, his stiff pole buried deep into her tight asshole. Luke was laying over top of them with his cock still banging away at her pussy.
"Ooohh...God...AAAaaahh...fuck...Han...oh shit...UUhhh...Luke...sooo good...oh Yeesss...uuhhHH..." Leia's double penetration had her in a dazed and delirious state. She wasn't really sure of where she was, but she could certainly figure out what she was doing.
Han reached up and turned her head to face him.
"Kiss me Leia." Han commanded her.
Leia's dazed face looked at him and moaned at the sensation of being fucked in both holes, "OOOooohhhh...huhhh...huh..what?"
"I said..." Han didn't finish his sentence. Leia's mouth was open because she was gasping for air. Han took that chance and placed his mouth over hers. He traded tongues with her as she instinctively kissed him back. She moaned and panted the whole time.
As they kissed passionately, Han reached around and held Leia's swollen tits and ravished them . He squeezed them together as if he were attempting to make a single breast in the middle of her chest.
Leia moaned and sighed, "Hhhmmmm...hmmmmm...Uhhhhh...ohhhh...hmmmmm..."
Luke had his hands on the ledge and shifted his weight forward, penetrating the nearly naked Leia over and over again. With each thrust of his hips, with every slide of her pussy over his cock, and with every moan of her voice, Luke felt like he was getting closer and closer to coming. In fact, looking down at her head turned to the side with her lips swishing around with Han's, Luke felt the surge coming from deep within.
"I...I...I think I'm coming!" Luke said softly into Leia's closest ear.
Leia broke her kiss away from Han and looked stupefied into Luke's eyes. She was obviously in absolute pleasure, but now it was to the point of being completely intoxicated.
She looked up at the lust crazed face of her new lover Luke and said in between breaths, "Do...Uhhh...what...OOohhh...uhhhHh..you...AAHhh...want...Luke..." she sighed and took a deep breath again, "Sooo...good...OH GOD!..." Leia about screamed as her twentieth orgasm racked her tender body.
Han quickly interjected, "Hold it Luke!"
Luke looked at his friend stunned, "What?!"
"Luke please...let me go first." Han looked into his friend's eyes with a pleading expression.
"Are you kidding, Han?!" came back Luke.
"Luke...I'm begging you...Uh..." Han said as Leia's asshole gripped his shaft tightly, "Please let me be...the first...to come...in her pussy..."
Luke's thrusting slowed down a little. He looked at Han and started to understand. Leia was basically, for all intents and purposes, Han's girl. He should be lucky that Han had allowed this session of fucking to happen at all. Luke should be grateful for this moment with Leia. He knew that it probably would never happen again, so he had to be completely within Han's debt.
Leia whimpered and whined, "Come on...fellas...UUhhh...make...up...your...OHHh UHghh...minds!"
Luke quickly pulled out of Leia's tight pussy with a pop, "UUhhh.." Luke groaned.
Leia 's sweaty body was again exposed to the sunlight, and her skin looked sooo extremely hot and bothered with her freshly fucked pussy and a stiff cock imbedded in her ass.
As quickly as he could, Han stood up with Leia still in his arms. He flipped her over onto her stomach and she slapped against the metal ledge with a small smack. Han held her down on her back, pushing her into the hot metal. With his other hand he reached down and rubbed all over her ass cheeks. He squeezed them and slowly started to remove his exploding cock from her tight asshole. It slid out and gripped Han's cock tightly all the way out.
Han almost yelled at the sensation, "AAhhh.."
Leia whimpered and turned her head back to him, "Ooohhhhh...Han...sooo gooodd..."
Encouraged by her whining, Han immediately took his cock, aimed it for her pussy, and shoved it in to the hilt. Leia's head shot upwards, her eyes shut tightly and her teeth clenched tight.
Without delay he started to pound into Leia's tight pussy with reckless abandon. Her body squeaked and shimmied across the sweat-covered metal of the Skiff ledge and she held her mouth shut tight to keep from screaming Han's name.
"Hhhm!...Hmphh!...UHhh!...HHmmhph!..." Leia tried with all her might not to scream with pleasure.
Luke noticed the trouble the little sex creature was having, and went over to her face to help. He leaned his cock down to her mouth and pressed it against her clenched teeth.
The sudden knowledge that someone was right in front of her, startled her that she let out a squeak.
"EEckkk!"
Her eyes opened in mid thrust and saw that it was Luke's still stiff cock aching to be released.
"Ohhh, God LUke...Uhhgh!...Give it...OHhgh!...Ahh!...to me..." Leia's lips opened again to her trade mark "O" face and Luke stuck it right in.
Han's thrusting into her pussy was enough rhythm to keep Leia's mouth tightly around Luke's staff. She sucked and licked the sensitive areas, and sucked harder than before.
Han slapped Leia's ass and she jumped. Her jumping caused Luke's cock to go half way down her throat. It went slightly farther down than she has ever gotten anyone before. She closed her eyes and just sucked him like she was enjoying the best shake she had ever had the pleasure of eating.
"HHhhhhmmmmm...HHhmmmm...uuuuhhhhhh...hhhhmmmmm..."
Han began to whisper violently, "Here it is...oooooooohhhhhhh...fuck...Leia...aaaahhhhhh..."
Leia felt Han's cum filling up her tremendously fucked pussy and she began to cum herself. The feeling of her own orgasm and the feel of Han filling her, sent more shivers up her body and were translated into screams.
Her screams were muffled however by the occupation of Luke's long stiff pole halfway down her throat. These screams were then turned into vibrations and buzzing that immediately sent Luke spurting everything he had into Leia's mouth.
"HHHHhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmzzzzzzzzzz..." the vibrations were beyond any amount of describing.
Luke's cock spurted and spurted cum between the hot lips of Leia. Han's cum was leaking out of her pussy and he breathed heavily as he caressed her firm ass cheeks.
Leia swallowed about as much come as she could from Luke's draining and deflating erection. He tasted so good.
Once the boys had deflated completely and put their pants back on, Leia just rolled over onto her back and stared up at the sky. Her gold slave bikini was still somewhat attached to her body, but hanging loosely in different places. The gold bra with the snake type design was still hanging from the chain around her neck and the gold triangle hiding her pussy from the sky was still hanging from her waist.
She would have to remember to give them another one some day. Men loved medals.
Soon the Sand Skiff was pulling into Mos Eisley to were they had landed their ships earlier that week. They all said their goodbyes as Luke went to X-Wing with Artoo, and Han, Leia, Chewy, Lando, and Threepio took off for the stars in the Millennium Falcon.
As the ships took off in different directions, Luke sent a transmission to the Falcon, "Meetcha back at the fleet."
Leia responded, "Hurry, The alliance should be assembled by now."
Luke smirked, enjoying her voice, "I will."
Suddenly, Han spoke, "Hey Luke..."
Luke's ears opened up for his good friend.
Han continued, "Thanks...thanks for Cumming after me. I owe you one."
Luke smiled and laughed to himself.
This is the chapter were Leia is given a new outfit. It the same style as her famous bikini, but a whole lot smaller, When I was writing it I was thinking that it should be same as she had before but the size of the million dollar bikini Molly Sims wore.
A New Outfit For A Princess
As Jabba slept, Leia heard nothing but the rumbling from Jabba's throat and the occasional movement of another living creature around them. It seemed like hardly any time had passed by the time Leia had to open her eyes again. The next morning, the twin suns were reigning hellfire on the desert planet, scorching the sand and anyone brave enough to venture outside. Leia was awoken by a rumbling in Jabba's stomach, and snores were escaping his lips. She closed her eyes again and let herself rest a moment long before she felt Jabba lurch into awareness.
He groaned rather audibly and squirmed as he woke up, his hand clutching Leia tightly like a teddy bear. He began to stroke her out of habit, murmuring incoherently at her. While Leia felt the tip of his tongue once in a while trace her skin. Leia struggled to keep her compostier. Quorra lay in bed on top of Bib Fortuna's chest, still wearing her bikini, as he had one had on one her round butt cheeks, and the other holding her chain.
Leia was pulled back against Jabba's stomach, Jabba grabbed his goblet and started drinking from it. Sometime later Quorra now outside with Bib holding onto her chain, keeping her chain taut, while drinking from a glass. Quorra looking at the sands of Tatooine and its vastness, as she as longed for the freedom she once had on Naboo as a rebel spy. She knew it has been years since Teemo first found her in the wreckage, now a slave to Teemo who had only her go this one time to Jabba, but only interested in Leia, Bib had her for the night, feeling like she had been discarded from her master with no importance, Bib standing behind her, keeping her chain tight and taut with a glass in his hand drinking in pleasure, know that although Jabba wouldn't allow him to have Leia she would have Bib for a night.
Suddenly, she felt a slight cold breeze, causing her body to tighten up a bit from the cold, her breasts got firmer than they already were, her tight round butt cheeks clenched together reacting to the cold. Leia gazed outside ignoring Jabba's hand as it he rubbed his hand over it. Looking at what Bib was doing to her from a distance, she see's him offering her a drink as she is in an embrace, with one hand over her shoulder pushing her in closer to him, as Quorra glances over at Leia as Jabba's hand continues to caress her shoulder and her right breast. Bib forces the tip of the glass in her mouth, as he tilted the glass upwards forcing the liquid to go down her throat. Bib stops, as he sees a bit of the liquid dripping down the side of her mouth, he looks into her eyes, giving Quorra a slight grin as he swipes the liquid off the side of her mouth. One hand gropes her tight round ass cheek.
A messenger enters the private room, telling Jabba the Bonta Eve podrace was today. Jabba, responding back in Hutesse "If Lyn here?", the messenger giving him a nod of yes while telling him Teemo has left already with his henchmen and crowd of goons, also stating that he can keep Quorra as a gift. Jabba gestures him to leave and bring Lyn.
Lyn comes in, seeing Bib outside with Quorra as he stands behind her caressing her back. Lyn "Hello Jabba it is great to see you, I see the princess is still in good hands" Jabba, responds "Yes she is, and is everyone from my palace here to accompany us to the race?" Lyn, "Yes Jabba everyone is here," Jabba, responds telling her he will be in the audience chamber, gesturing Bib as he hold tightly onto Quorra's chain as they head down to the audience chamber.
Lyn leads Leia along with the captive Princess down stairs one level in the palace. Wartug the Gamorrean followed them as an escort. The three reached a door that opened into a small room with a low sandstone ceiling and square polished stone tiles covering every wall. Several old hydro showerheads extended from the wall on the left. A small control panel and a sealed door were all that distinguished the wall on the right. Directly across from Leia was another larger doorway, also closed. This appeared to be a primitive bathing room of some kind, and surprisingly well-lit compared to the rest of the dark, murky palace.
Lyn walked over to the control panel on the wall and flipped a switch, activating one of the hydro showers in the corner. Unlike the more common sonic showers throughout the galaxy, these sprayed water in high powered streams from the wall down to the floor.
Wartug removed Leia's gold collar, per Melina's request. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Lyn asked. Leia frowned in defeat.
With a sharp eye, Lyn watched Leia walk over to the hydro shower. As Lyn could see, the young princess kept a firm and flawless body, her flesh smooth and creamy body from the eyes of Lyn and the Gamorrean. Leia having the perfect, knowing all to well why everyone lusted at Leia.
Reaching out to touch the spraying water, Leia winced from the liquid's unexpected temperature. "It's warm !" she stated.
"Jabba does want you to be provided for as you are his princess", Just clean yourself up, and do it quickly. You don't have time to enjoy it,"Lyn said sharply. Lyn smiled fiendishly, witnessing the familiar look of helplessness that she had seen in the faces of so many other girls enslaved by Master Jabba. Lyn was thankful that she now held such a privileged position above other harem girls and dancers, and a known opera singer on Tatooine. That was the reward for many years of loyal service to Jabba. Leia took her hot shower, although they were on a tight schedule to make it to the podrace Lyn enjoyed seeing the naked princess. Moments later, Leia had finished, stepping out of the shower.
Lyn dried Leia off; along with her long brown hair that went down to her the end of her back and the meeting point of her butt crack. Lyn began putting her hair in a large bun like before, and braiding her hair in long plait, that dangled over her right shoulder, memories started to come to her of the first time she was dressed to become Jabba's slave, and the humiliation. Lyn grabbed the golden hair fasteners and put them on Leia's large bun, the hair fasteners that resembled a crown like her previous one along with a gold hair fastener, and then Leia was given two golden earrings, with a triangular shape that met at the bottom. Next Lyn applied dark red lipstick on her lips, then grabbing a small tube of mascara, and eyeliner applying both her eyelashes and the top and bottom of her eyelids. Next, Lyn grabbed a small brush and applied some dark blue eye shadow on bother her eyelids. Leia opened her eyes as she looked at herself in the mirror and her reflection. Lyn then applied red blush on her cheeks.
Next, Lyn grabbed two small parts, of what looked like to be two parts that made a gold Brassiere. Both with the same detail as her old top, they were so small they only covered her nipples. Lyn then grabbed two very thin black strings and attached both of them to the tops of the bra fasteners. Commanding Leia to put her hands on her boobs so they don't fall off, Lyn fastened both of them from under the opposite arm of the small brassieres that covered her nipples, creating an X shape across her back; Leia let go, of the top, as Lyn applied the final thin black string in between the separate two pieces that held the brassiere in place.
Lyn then proceeded to put the bottom together. The front and back plates were made of gold like the rest of her outfit with the same engravings as her other one of a uterus and ovaries, and shaped like a small triangular crescent moon shapes. But the plates were a lot smaller than the previous plates as they were both the size of a Leia's small palm. The front plate only covered her vaginal/crotch region, while the back didn't even cover and inch of her butt crack, unless she lowered it a bit,and exposed her tight round bubble butt. Lyn then attached another part that was the bottom part of the hip fastener, and then attaching the top part of the fastener, which formed an open oval. Lyn then put the newly cleaned Jerba Leather boots that was given to her with her first outfit. Lyn put on her Leia's gold snake armband on her upper left arm, and then put on her bracelet on her right arm. Lyn then grabbed two purple Lashaa silk skirts and attached one underneath the small gold front plate and the back plate. The skirts flowed just above her ankles, with the width of the skirts being the width of an index finger. As the back silk skirt only covered her butt crack leaving the rest of her tight round butt cheeks exposed, as the front silk skirt flowed in between her inner thighs leaving her legs exposed. Leia wore nothing underneath, as it left her vulnerable.
Leia looked at herself in the mirror, not understanding why Jabba spent so much on an outfit with so many parts to it. It didn't conform to her body at all, the top left her hard firm breasts completely exposed, only covering her nipples, and the thin black strings that held the small cups together forming the X shape across her back left her back completely bare, showing off her birthmark on her lower back. The lower pieces of what made the bottom left everything exposed, as the back silk skirt only covered her butt crack, and the front silk skirt ran in between her inner thighs, with two wide-open oval hip fasteners holding them together.
Her outfit was the same as her last just a whole lot smaller, leaving nothing to the imagination. Lyn suddenly put Leia's gold collar around her neck as it fit tightly around it, and then putting the chain in the loop in the back of the collar. Looking at herself in the mirror, she looked worse than she did before and more of a whore than ever. Leia knew that no matter how she moved the silks would move especially the back silk skirt, as it only the crack of her butt.
Lyn held onto her chain. Telling Leia how magnificent she looks in her new outfit. " Now that is an outfit for a princess, it shows off your beauty magnificently, Jabba well be in awe of you," Leia not saying a word as the outfit was not comfortable at all, but thinking to herself its better than being naked, but still feeling more humiliated than ever before in such as skimpy outfit that Jabba had Lyn specifically make for Leia. She was dressed worse than any whore; soliciting any life form that had money and that their body could physically accommodate. She was exposed to all of the scum of Jabba's court for them to drool over, both figuratively and literally.
It had been a while since she had become Jabba's slave not knowing how long and also a since she had been naked, she was a little grateful she had something to wear, but still feeling degraded as the lowest life form of them all…a slave. A princess that had become a slave to Jabba the Hutt, which is a role she was slowly getting used to.
Trip to Boonta Eve
The sand was growing hotter and hotter as the twin suns grew higher in the sky, and only a huge, passing shadow, thronged by several smaller ones, delayed the temperature.
The shadow was headed for the Boonta Eve Podrace. The shadow came from a massive, metal-hulled Sail Barge, with spectators, Jabba's men and guests on the barge, drinking on the barge, and celebrating, and surrounding it were several land skiffs, each carrying a small cluster of spectators… Jabba's perverse taste for human (or at least humanoid) women was widely known, and the subject of much gossip and distaste among his fellows and peers. Anyone who had ever set foot in his Palace knew of the things he did to the women kept chained and collared by his side, and so it was little wonder that he took extra delight in this particular captive. For she was Princess Leia Organa, the last surviving member of the royal family of Alderaan, a key member of the Rebellion, which most of them knew of her being Jabba's slave since her capture. Aboard the Sail Barge, Leia shuddered and retched, but somehow managed to keep the squirming feeling in her gorge down—which was even more nauseating to think about than the actual cause of the squirming feeling itself.
She was weak on her feet, even as she leaned against the soft, cushioned mass she'd been held so closely to for the past several minutes. She coughed again; the gold of her slave outfit's small bikini cups that only covered her nipples caught the dim lights above and cast flickers of glare into her eyes with the bounce of her breasts. The powerful grip on her exposed midsection lightened, and she pulled slowly away. Nearby, Jabba cooed something in his booming, phlegmy voice, then licked his lips, the wet slurps and squelches, now horribly familiar, filling Leia's ears. She listened carefully and waited for him to finish, knowing one word could redefine an entire sentence when it came to Huttese; she ultimately heard, "Do you enjoy your new outfit, my pretty?" Leia started to pull away, but Jabba tugged back on her chain, his chunky bicep inflating as he moved it past the doughy ro that constituted as a "shoulder,"and Leia's lips parted, baring her teeth as she let him shove her half-naked body back up against his slimy bulk.
"Let's give you a reward," the Hutt purred, his breath rank and hot and disturbingly humid upon her face. Leia felt him slide his hand down her back, pressing her lower body closer to his huge belly. She watched him lower his other, chain-wielding hand, heard—and felt, upon her bare thigh, making her shiver—the cold metal links as they slackened. There was a faint maneuvering of cloth as he worked his hand past her skirt.
Leia closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly as Jabba began.
After he was done, Jabba called a guard over. Leia, her heart still racing, turned and squinted through sweat-stung eyes at the Gamorrean guard that stopped at the base of the throne. Through a series of grunts, the pig-faced guard asked, "What are your wishes, my lord?"
"Bring my slave a drink." Jabba said. Leia turned to the Hutt; she then gasped as he suddenly removed his fingers from her.
"As you wish my lord," replied the guard, sounding slightly confused as he turned and lumbered away. Leia, confused and more than a little disturbed at the thought of where this might be headed. Hadn't…what Jabba had just done to her, hadn't that been reward enough? Hutts were not Force-sensitive, but it was still uncannily like Jabba had read her thoughts. "That was just you fulfilling your duty, my pet." Leia blushed and turned away. After a moment, she gingerly twisted herself away from Jabba's bulk—he wasn't holding her any longer, but she didn't want to make a big show of enjoying the freedom of having space between their bodies—and she made a subtle effort of using her front skirt to pat down her still-moist loins.
Leia had been allowed to sit down before Jabba—he preferred her to lie back against him, no doubt so he could keep both a voyeuristic and a watchful eye upon her—but was managing to keep straight up, so only the small of her back came in contact with Jabba's filthy flesh. From here, she couldn't yet see the goblet, for the guard's porcine features were only just visible above the wooden armrest and illuminated food bowl that Jabba slumped against. A frog swam by in that bowl, and Leia shivered and looked away.
"What?"Jabba asked, and the clink of metal upon metal made Leia's gaze snap to her side; the chain wasn't taut, but Jabba had pulled on it just the same. She was getting better about noticing when the Hutt yanked on it; she had enough of being caught off-guard and painfully choked by the collar. Though she despised the image it no doubt created in many a perverse mind—one of obedience, even enthusiasm—she'd far sooner willingly press herself up against Jabba, rather than be subjected to a series of painful asphyxiations first.
"I'm sorry," the guard repeated, and hefted the goblet (which Leia did now see). Jabba reached over the armrest and took it.
"What for?"
"One of the new droids is still training with EV-9D9," the guard replied. "It's fine with pouring wine from the caskets, but when I asked it to make a drink for you, it didn't seem to know what it was doing."
Leia sighed a small breath of relief at this. She had to wonder just which droid was doing this, and if it deserved a reward…if she ever got out of here.
Jabba said nothing. "I…I had him pour you some wine," the guard added.
"Fine,"Jabba finally said. Leia couldn't see his face, and didn't dare volunteer his attention by turning to look back at him, but she could tell he was annoyed. Behind and above her, Leia heard the loud slurping sounds of his tongue as he drank from the goblet, then felt the vibration of his belly as the liquid passed through his innards. There was another clink of the chain, and Leia turned to see Jabba looking directly down at her. He licked his lips, sending little droplets of slime (some discolored with the dark of the wine) tumbling down his chins. "Da eitha," he said, and wetly belched.
It had taken Leia a while for Leia to become somewhat accustomed to his ways (to say nothing or getting used to the repeated molestations and rapings he'd subjected her to), but she'd soon learned to understand most of the Hutt's commands and phrases. "Da eitha" meant to come to him, and when it came to doing that…he preferred her to be up close and face-to-face. This strange embrace, which he only received from his slaves (and Leia had witnessed Jabba take several in this manner, both before and after her capture), was just what she did now.
Rising to her feet, Leia turned fully to the Hutt and stepped forward, feeling the bulk press against her boots and bare legs. Shuffling her feet apart, she shoved her lower body closely to him, then pressed her hands to his mighty belly's upper slope (both for balance and for the mental reassurance, fleeting as it always was, that she could push herself away at any time), feeling the warm, greasy, unclean flesh squish and spread against her tightened stomach muscles, all the way up to her nearly naked-covered breasts. She kept her neck straight up, and even craned back slightly; he could easily "kiss" he rat this proximity, but a little trick she'd learned was to move her head awayas he licked her neck—the quicker he may remove his tongue from her face.
Jabba lifted the goblet and drank from it again, puffs of rank breath, cloudy with wine, welling over Leia, stinging her nostrils and making her let her own breath out and turn her own head away. There was a wet sound, and Leia closed her eyes, and indeed, Jabba began to kiss her, right on schedule, his long tongue warm and firm and so, so sticky. It pulled at the skin of her cheek and lip as it slithered and slopped side to side, up and down, the tip narrowing into a blunt point as it curled away from her face, little sticky wet strings of saliva stretching between tongue and skin as it was withdrawn back into his huge maw. Leia let out the rest of the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, and turned back to face him, knowing what was next.
Jabba took another big gulp of the wine, then licked his lips. Leia watched him move the goblet away, frowning slightly. Nearby (Leia glanced and saw), the guard perked up and shuffled over. Bib Fortuna, Jabba's Twi'Lek majordomo, stopped the guard and hissed something at him, his red eyes narrowing. The guard shrugged the Twi'Lek off, then continued, and Leia saw Bib glaring after him. Some kind of tension had come up between Jabba and Bib in the past couple of days, and Bib had been working hard on being as cooperative as easy possible with Jabba—but the Hutt hardly gave Bib any opportunities to show it.
Quorra had been lying down on a small flat round sofa in the back of the barge with some pillows provided for her, her chain had been attached to a lock attached to the wall of the barge. With some voyeurs gazing at her half-naked form as she lay there unconscious, As earlier Bib had drugged her making her fall unconscious on the barge. Her long plait dangled off the side of the sofa, with one of her legs nearly hanging off from it, while Salacious long finger went up and down her back feeling her half-naked form, Salacious then started mocking her, as the handful of people there laughed, calling the unconscious Quorra names. With some even groping her boobs and ass, as she lay there unconscious.
Jabba's lips tightened, and his wide, dripping nostrils flared as he let out a grumbling breath. "Hmmh." His huge eyes moved from Leia and cast around the main lounge.
"Ooaahh,"Jabba cooed, then pointed past Leia. She turned, not quite sure who or what he was gesturing at in the crowded space.
"Let's see if they can be of assistance,"Jabba said, and working the controls to his throne (which also served as a harness for a series of powerful repulsorlift coils), he moved them both further into the room, bumping guests and servants and guards aside, and stopped at a small table, where three sets of eyes turned to see what the great Jabba the Hutt wanted.
Jabba released Leia as he nodded (frocking his massive upper body forward could be called a nod) at the table. Leia pulled away slowly, but stayed right by Jabba's side, feeling his chain hand lower and press against her backside. The cold metal links made her skin become bumpy, but she suppressed a shiver as she looked over the three guests.
The Rodian sitting in the middle of the table chattered something in a language Leia didn't understand, and was quickly elbowed by one of the two human fellows, the one on the right, to which he added another nasal word. Leia was suddenly very reluctant to leave the throne. Taking a deep breath, Leia moved away from Jabba. He loosened his grip on the chain, then simply dropped it so it noisily clattered onto the top of his throne. Glancing curiously back at him, she saw his gaze shift from her face to her body and back before turning fully to Bib, who had then come closer to the throne.
Leia half-climbed, half-jumped off the throne, landing just beside Bib. The two exchanged uneasy glances before they went their opposite ways.
Leia slowly moved near the table, saw an overturned chair.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Princess," the human on the right said. "Let me get that for you, Princess." The Rodian laughed as the human, despite his mocking tone, reached over and dragged the chair into an upright position and pushed it towards Leia.
The man on the left muttered something. The Rodian commented. The right man said back, "They say you'd better. Jabba doesn't give breaks to just anyone."
Leia told herself to calm down. This was no time to get petty. She pulled her two skirts—designed to only cover her vagina of the front and just the crack of her but of her lower body—as straight as they could go, then slowly seated herself.
Forch leaned in and didn't even try to hide his wandering eyes as he spoke, his voice softer than his looks would imply, a rather pleasant croon to it really. Then: "'So do you feel comfortable in that? Or is it painful on your skin?', Before Leia was going to speak Jabba quickly pulled on her chain silencing her.
Forch ,"'The girl before you—'" and Leia knew to whom he was referring, a beautiful, lime-colored Twi'Lek named Oola; Forch knew she'd heard enough comparisons when she had been first taken into the Dancer Pit to be dressed after Jabba's initial…time with her, "—she was hard for Jabba to keep. Struggled a lot, made him mad, even insulted him once or twice.' Fun to watch after hours though." This last part appeared to be Anther's own comment, for he gained a toothy grin as he spoke it. "'You're a real change of pace for Jabba. He likes how you've come along, and I have to admit,'" and here Anther pointed at Nidhog, who in turn pointed at himself as he continued, "'It's been a lot more interesting with you on the throne, because there's actually something going on.'"
There was a metallic jangle, and Leia turned back to see the chain was a taut,zigzagging line leading straight from her lower center of vision, up through the air…and straight back to Jabba. He gestured from his vantage point, but said nothing. There were a few snickers from around the table, and Leia glanced back at her temporary company. Then her chain tightened, and Leia turned back to Jabba and climbed back up his throne. Jabba had gathered most of the slack he'd given Leia and thrown it back over his tail by the time she came to him. She was about to press into the slave's embrace. He licked his lips and slipped a chunky arm round Leia's bare waist, shoving her breasts into the folds of his slime-dribbled rolls with a series of noisy squishes. Leia, caught off-guard by both his comment and his sudden embrace, had been in an unprepared position that could only yield her so much balance before, so she actually spread her legs, feeling the belly-fat swell between them, her frontal skirt along as the flesh squishing against her inner thighs.
A little later, an announcement was made over the Sail Barge's intercom; they were halfway to the Boonta Reeve Race. Shortly after, she turned back to Jabba and actually stared. He had another goblet of wine in his hand! How many had he had at this point? And then, more hopefully, she wondered just how much alcohol could a Hutt put away before he felt the effects? Hopefully not much more, she told herself. She could imagine his intent in giving her something to drink; subdue her, make her do unforgiveable things…and it wouldn't be the first time. Drink up, she thought at the Hutt. See how you like losing consciousness. Her wish was a double-edged sword, however; after all, on one hand, she could hope that Jabba drank himself into a slumber…but if his previous bouts with having too much to drink were any indication, he might become rowdy, even violent, and that could make for some very unpleasant times as she "fulfilled her purpose." Leia suppressed a shudder at the memories.
Jabba then yanked her chain, and she came to him and pressed herself into his arms. He positively reeked of wine. He upended the goblet over his lips and sloppily guzzled its contents, then belched; it was a horribly loud, wet, smelly affair that made Leia, even now, having come so far in becoming accustomed to his loathsome touch, turn away with a flinch. "Care to take a look?" Jabba said, gesturing past Leia.
She parted her lips, a half-formed question materializing and dying on her tongue as she turned to see what he was pointing at. Not a table, not a guest, but…Jabba said "go have your time alone my princess, and Leia froze and turned coldly back to him. Jabba in Huteese "It's your last chance. My princess needs her time alone, and you know your place is with me." He licked his lips, and Leia's heart suddenly became very, very heavy. Of course, Jabba would say something like that; he wanted Leia to be comfortable. It was no doubt a part of his enslavement process; breaking more than just the body and the will of his captives, but their very desires to do anything except obey. Leia removed one hand from Jabba's belly and balled it into a fist by her side.
"Go on!" Jabba shouted, and suddenly planted a hand against Leia's chest and pushed—hard. Leia was caught totally off-guard, and her arms swung wildly as she pitched backward. She yelped—then stopped, suddenly rocked forward, saw the chain for one glinting moment, taut in the air before Jabba's retracting arm. Then the chain was snapping into a crazy, serpentine shape as it took Leia's center of gravity in the opposite direction, and she pitched forward, landing against Jabba's flesh face first. Then her knees painfully struck the throne as she fell upon them, and she fell on her side with a groan. Above her, Jabba was laughing.
Leia rolled onto her knees again and pushed herself up, glaring at the beast. Nearby, several spectators to this painful display of humiliation were laughing; Anther and Forch were among them. Leia felt tears sting her eyes once again, and she pushed herself up to her feet. Jabba kept laughing at her, but he made no move to gather the slack.
Leia turned and jumped off the throne and walked the short distance between the throne and the hull of the Sail Barge, moving past a few glimpsing guests as she made her way toward the windows. She peered out past the upturned panel, saw the golden desert and blue sky passing by, and sighed. She couldn't even see anything. Behind her, Jabba was still laughing, but after a moment, he stopped. Then suddenly, there—a narrow, dark shape appeared. It was a land skiff; and there, on top, there was—a couple of guards.
Leia's heart felt like it shriveled up and dropped out of her chest. For the first time since her capture, Leia felt she truly hated Jabba, and hated him with a passion. He'd molested her; raped her…made her learn to press up against him if he yanked on her chain…and now he was taunting her by telling her she this was her last chance to be alone. Leia bit her lip…and felt herself begin to cry.
It wasn't fair; it was horribly, horribly unfair. How life, how the Force, could let such things—
She perked up with a sniffle.
There was another skiff.
There were several of them, she knew, as she'd gotten a glimpse around the hangar when Jabba was driving them both aboard the Sail Barge on his throne. But when she craned her neck and counted the seconds as it maneuvered around a dune, she became very, very still—for it was then that she saw a glimpse of the guards on the skiffs. Trying to figure out what they were saying. The large crowd on the barge was so loud it was a full fledge party. There was some men gathered around her as she peered out into the vast dessert of Tatooine. The men gathered around her liked her new skimpier outfit.
As a slight breeze made the rear silk skirt flutter every so often as the rear silk skirt only covered the crack of her butt cheeks, as they would lick their lips in lust. Leia could hear them mocking her, and talking about how her new outfit fits her, as they would talk about the design of her outfit, and how it was the same as her first one, just very small. Noting that they enjoyed that the silk skirts were small in with, and only the width of an index finger and how the rear skirt only covered her crack while exposing the rest of her tight round bubble butt, while they noticed the front skirt, the same in length and width didn't cover anything, and the hip fasteners as they exposed her hips, along with stating how they enjoyed the designs on the very small gold triangular crescent moon plates that were the front only covered her crotch and just a few inches of her butt crack, over hearing one of them saying the most vulgar things they would do to her.
Leia trying to ignore their comments about her, they were amazed at her outfit and could not stop looking at the nearly naked princess. One lackey commenting on how her bra was just made up separate pieces exposing her hard firm breasts, but only covered her nipples, one of them came in close and touched the two black very thin strings that formed an X shaped across her back.
Leia glared back at the lackey in annoyance, as he told the others surrounding Leia that the strings were so thin it was like butt floss that can be used for a g-string panty. They laughed while some had their drinks in their hands. Leia looked out the window seeing some Banthas roaming around her leaned slightly forward, only as far as she chain would let her go, gave a slight smile as she enjoyed seeing them roam free at their own expense. Jabba said something in a low, gleeful voice, and the chain jingled, as she felt the cold chain against her naked back as it jingled against her back, as it was soon straightened, Jabba kept her on a very tight leas. Leia ignored it, most of the men around her bet some credits Jabba would pull on her chain again this time harder, but a moment later the chain pulled slightly, and she turned and glared back at Jabba; still drunk, still drinking, he mumbled something and chuckled; if anything, the tug was an accident, and Leia turned back to the window. The men laughed at her degradation.
Leia peered out into the vast dessert, having missed seeing the bantha's a little longer due to Jabba harassing Leia. She glanced over and from a distance saw Quorra on the round flat sofa bed, now awake as Bib took advantage of her while others watched. Leia wanted to do something but she couldn't, as her freedom had been taken away and Jabba's slave, being mocked at and called vulgar names to those around her. She turned back to peer out the window. One of the alien goons poked at her birthmark on her lower right back, then pokes it again, Leia stares back at him not saying then, just giving him an expression of annoyance. The men gathered around her laugh and mock her in amusement.
A hard, painful tug on Leia's chain brought her back from the window with a choked yelp. Leia staggered back, as her front skirt moved in between her legs, and the rear skirt fluttered in the air exposing her rear, as comments were made about her, as she made her run to Jabba, grabbing at the collar and twisting instinctively around to avoid being choked again. She grunted as she almost ran into someone, almost fell forward; she caught herself, took a big leap up onto the throne—
—and only as she rose up before Jabba did she realize what she was doing, even after all her impassioned awakening of hate of the Hutt. All at once, she straightened and pressed her half nearly-naked body into his, dimpling his belly with knee and pelvis alike, her plait whipping round her bare shoulders to the side of her bosom, the wet squishing sound of pulpy, greasy, slime-dribbled and wine-slippery flesh most repulsively loud as it pressed against her—and she against it.
She had obeyed him like she would have on any other occasion…because it was what she was supposed to do. She closed her eyes from the shame she felt pressing against her where disgusting Huttese flesh did not, opening them only when she suddenly felt something touching her back—something rough and narrow and sharp somehow—and she realized suddenly that it was a hand. She dared not look to see to whom it belonged; she had a guess that Bib and Jabba had laid aside their differences, and that the majordomo was trying to be of assistance once again. Jabba's men gathered around to see the princess drink from Jabba's goblet
Why, why, why? Why was she acting so weak? She hated Jabba; she knew that now. Leia sighed and looked away again. "Soon,"Jabba said, low with venomous intent, all signs of his drunkenness gone from his voice, "soon you will fully appreciate me princess." Leia turned and saw that his goblet was once again full, and he held it closely to their faces in a shaky hand. Leia glanced at Jabba's mouth, watching for any other words, then turned to look at his huge amber eyes. His wrinkled lids narrowed, causing his irises to swell into dark pits, and then they shifted slightly to the right. Leia followed them, saw they were looking at the goblet…
...which he curiously held sideways…
"Augh!" Leia barked as the first of the wine splashed onto her chest. She yelped even louder as the shock of the liquid, the action, the intent all overcame her, and Jabba began to laugh.
Nearby, there was a clatter of metal on metal—not Leia's chain, but something else—followed by the clatter of spilled dishes. There was a rise of familiar pairing of a voice and a series of beeps…but Leia didn't pay attention to the conversation that followed.
Leia tried to push herself away, to arch her back and get her messy upper body away from Jabba, but Bib's hand pressed more firmly between her shoulder blades, and she flinched at the painful pinches of his talons on her flesh. He picked up a goblet of wine from the table beside him and held it up to her lips, his hand over her shoulder pushing her closer, Leia put her right hand on his big chubby hand, that contained the drink, Jabba tipping it so the liquid ran into her mouth, she swallowed it as quickly as she could. Jabba's hand moved to her waist, as she was forced to continue drinking. Jabba's guests looking at the scantly clad Leia. The taste, acidic and unpalatable as it was, stayed on her tongue for a second. The Hutt caressed her face and back with his hand once more.
Trip to Boonta Eve Part 2
Leia sitting on the base of Jabba's mighty tail, her rear silk skirt flowing down in front of Jabba's tail, as it covered her butt crack, Jabba felt Leia's tight, round buttocks against his tail, as her front silk skirt flowed down in between her legs, at her already exposed legs. Beside her sat Quorra who was fanning her mockingly before the Hutt and his men.
Jabba kept Leia on an extremely short tether while he was slowly going down Leia's naked back with his hand against her spine caressing it, who gazed at his luscious princess. Jabba got to her birthmark on her lower right back his finger went in circles around it as he found every part of Leia attractive. The guards, men, and guests spoke of his impressive domination of the princess, as . Leia looked at them with a look of giving up. Leia felt the cold metal chain against her naked back as Jabba played with it reminding her where her place was. The princess gulped as she sat on Jabba's tail, which was surprisingly firm. Since she knew it was packed with several layers of powerful muscle necessary to propel the Hutt on and off his throne and able to move, but due to his laziness stayed on his throne. Leia could feel the Hutt's life force firing through his nerves and twitching muscles, running from the base of his tail where she was sitting.
An announcement was made over the sail barge's intercom; they were halfway to Boonta Eve. Everyone cheered as Leia stayed silent, sitting there half naked if there is such a word, as her outfit was so small it barley covered anything, chained to the vile Hutt sitting on his tail. Jabba licked his lips and yanked hard on Leia's chain in excitement. The princess watching in helpless terror, with her lower body on Jabba's tail, he curled it up more so she was more comfortable lying back, she lay on his body, next to his right arm as her body was twisted a bit to the left exposing some of her naked back. Her rear silk now on Jabba's curled up tail, flowed horizontally across his tail, fully exposing her butt crack at her already barley covered butt cheeks, the silk provided only meant to cover her butt crack, The front silk remained dangling in front of Jabba's tail as her already exposed legs as she had her right leg dangled off the base of his tail and the other on his tail but with her knee slightly off it, lying back in the z leg position. Her naked back now fully against Jabba's body. Jabba admired her scantily clad body.
Quorra was then yanked by the chain by one of Jabba's men, who forced her back to her flat bed in the back of the barge, as she was just to stay there, as one of the men could tell she was not at all cooperative and still feeling the effects of the drug Bib had given her. Her chain was then locked in place, while a guard stood there in front, commanding her with a gesture to sleep. Leia looked as Quorra fell asleep within a matter of minutes. While there were some men gathered around her to watch her sleep.
Jabba loosened his grip on her leash, he gestured her to sit in front of him on the throne. The princess shuffled in her place on the throne, on the pillows provided her by Jabba, sitting in a submissive position, she felt his tail brushing against her naked leg, she adjusted the skirts, letting the rear skirt to cover her ass crack as that was it only meant for as she sat on it, letting it flow down the throne, while the front skirt draped over her ankle and down over the throne. While the party on the sail barge continued.
Princess Leia, the leader of the Rebel Alliance sat at the edge of Jabba the Hutt's platform that morning scantily clad in the exotic slave garb. Like an ornament she was displayed as the various dregs of the galaxy began to gather around them as Jabba was talking to someone about buisness. She was perfumed, made-up, her braided hair dangling over her shoulder. She began to ponder to herself that there was extremely important business that she needed to tend to with the Alliance. At that very moment she should have been consulting with Admiral Ackbar and General Madine about the data the Bothan spies had uncovered. However, instead she was Jabba's slave exhibited like a vanquished harlot, chained and collared. Nothing but a semi-naked pet to an obscenely obese crime lord.
She would frequently reposition herself on the cushions and awkwardly attempt to drape the silks of her lower garb as the rear silk skirt moved frequently exposing her crack, and the front as if she moved the wrong way the front silk would expose her vagina as she sat. Salacious Crumb sensing her embarrassment would often grip the silks in his teeth and try to pull and tear them from the metal plate to which she would instantly pull them back , while trying to ignore the annoying creature as he cackled. At one point she had placed her hand over to her side too close to him to which he painfully nipped at her finger while laughing with glee. She got into position to kick the little Kowakian lizard but was instantly restrained as Jabba jerked back her leash causing her neck to ache.
"NOW NOW, DON'T TOUCH HIM. BEHAVE YOURSELF MY BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS," He said as Salacious Crumb chuckled and continued to try to embarrass her in front of Jabba's guests by pulling at her silks and exposing her feminine intimacies for all to see. Jabba began petting her as she continually moved her head to avoid his groping while he also stroked her bare skin with the end of his slug tail, gliding it repeatedly over her exposed legs.
Leia noticed that the crowd was beginning to thin out. Figures beginning to fall asleep and found somewhat comfortable spots on chairs and against pillars in the Barge, Even Salacious Crumb curled up amid the pillows nestled in the curl of Jabba's tail. Seeing the guard next to Quorra fast asleep along with the men that were gathered around her. Leia found herself yawning. Jabba yanked her chain suddenly, and she fell back against his belly with a grunt. He chuckled and reached down, stroking her bare shoulder, the long, quivering tip of his tail slithering uncomfortably close to her bare legs. Leia knew she'd hardly sleep, with the growing tension she felt as she was Jabba's slave girl and having been slowly getting used to her role and life; sometime had passed when she was sure Jabba was sound asleep, she'd shuffle away from him on the edge of the throne as silks moved into positions that exposed her vaginal region and ass crack, lying on her side, she adjusted the rear skirt covering her ass crack, then underneath her body letting the skirt flow down the throne, and putting the front skirt over her ankle as the front skirt flowed the throne. Leia adujusted her top making sure it was covering her nipples as that's what it was only meant to cover. Leia reclined back against the pillows, using her left arm for support while using her shoulder to support her head to sleep, so as to not be totally in his slimy embrace the rest of the trip to Boonta Eve.
As Jabba's snoring made it even more difficult for her to sleep, Leia at least had some time to think about other matters. Unfortunately thinking of Quorra really didn't lift her spirit very much. Leia couldn't help feeling a bit bitter of Quorra being drugged by Bib. Modeling herself in a slave bikini for the purpose of entertaining Jabba's guests was a most humiliating fate. Leia lifted her head and looked back at the unconscious Hutt, furrowing her brow at the sight of her master. What really upset her more than anything was thinking about the cruel acts that had been imposed on her an other slave. She was almost as angry at Jabba for allowing this treatment. It was then that Leia silently dared Jabba to try and order her about again. As it was easy to control her, ironically Leia actually got a very restful sleep before she felt Jabba's tail against her exposed rear, only feeling the tail causing the rear silk covering her crack to move gently, having noticed he slackened the chain considerably as Jabba snore away. Leia although barely conscious, was just aware enough to move further to the edge of the throne, as she rested her head on her shoulder trying to get back to sleep. When the tail began caressing her rear skirt again, Leia grabbed the veil in back to the lower piece of her bikini and pulled it away.
Trying again to go back to sleep. She glanced up towards the window of the barge. Leia looked back at Jabba as he and Salacious slept, looking back at the guests that lay around the barge, and Quorra still knocked out, as one of Jabba's goons had his arm around her half-naked body as Quorra slept, with one hand holding onto her chain. Leia pushed herself slowly up, feeling Jabba's tail brush her thigh. She pulled her leg away. An icy shiver of fear crept up her spine as she felt a sharp tug on her chain, causing her to fall back, her outstretched hands stopped her from falling against Jabba. Looking back at Jabba with annoyance he was sound asleep, it had only been a reflex, one that she has dealt with during her nights. Seeing her chain, Jabba kept the chain very taut and on a short tether, she couldn't leave the throne. She wanted to get away from Jabba, but she was his most prized slave, not letting Leia leave his sight or side without permission, she lay back into her sleeping position, as she lay there looking around the barge, it was a non stop festivities for Jabba and his men. Which is something she had slowly gotten accustomed to since her enslavement. Leia relished when everyone just broke down and crashed on these long trips or at events.
Leia felt like the trip from Teemo's palace to Boonta Eve was half way across the planet in Mos Espa, or either that the barge was just not going as fast as it usually does. Leia began to look at her nearly naked body. Reflecting on her current state, having been with Jabba for some months now, not knowing the exact amount of time. Leia missing the outside world and the freedom she had. Leia dreaded her outfit. Instead of the innocent appearance of a young girl, Leia only saw an adult woman who had the look of a whore. Instead of the wealthy girl tended to by her own servants, she was reduced to the lowest social rank of them all... slave. Far from the adorable dresses she remembered wearing as a child, her gold bikini left nothing to the imagination.
Hutts were well known for the way they dressed their slaves to enhance their appearance, and made her look like a whore, but the new outfit Leia wore... its only purpose was to expose every inch of her beauty. The cups of the gold brassiere it didn't comfort her as it covered her firm nipples exposing her firm hard breasts showing cleavage. The brassiere left her back, shoulders, belly, and even her upper curves of her hips completely exposed, while also exposing her birthmark on her lower right back, as a pair of very thin floss black strings ran across her back in an X shape, from her shoulders to under the opposite arm, holding her micro nipple cups in place that created her top in place, and was a little loose, but likely that was the idea.
Jabba had her hair done in a rather big bun pulling her hair back from her face as it was held in place by two gold hair clips that resembled a crown showcasing Leia's status as a princess, and from the bun her hair was done into a long braid secured by a gold hair fastener that dangled suggestively across her shoulder going down to her navel, which is how she had been wearing it since her capture to Jabba that symbolized she was a tease, to be shown off.
Leia was also given gold earrings to wear. They had a curious triangular shaped that met at the bottom. Leia had make-up put on her, which included dark red lipstick which symbolized she was a woman with overtly feminine power, on her lips, mascara and eyeliner, plus a bluish eye shadow and plenty of blush on her cheeks, all emphasizing her feminine beauty and sensuality.
The most embarrassing aspect of all, however, were the skirts, or...was it even enough to constitute such a word? The lower piece consisted of two micro gold triangular crescent moon Chastity plates covering her crotch that hung suspended just slightly below her pelvis and only an inch of her ass crack, which were joined together by hip fasteners, made of two separate parts of loops on each of her hips made of gold which formed and open oval, providing a tantalizing view of Leia's flanks which were a bit loose. Leia found it absurd that Jabba had such an expensive outfit made especially for her. Leia did not like the design on the front plate, which portrayed a uterus and ovaries, while it only covered her crotch. It was as if the very thing meant to conceal her nudity symbolically exposed her for all to see.
Leia also disliked the upper arm band as it resembled a snake which was a symbol of rebirth and favorite slave to Jabba, the second was an armlet with a hole in the middle which carried significance in the Huttese culture and also.
Leia wore some peanut-colored skin boots, which were made from the hide of a Jerba and outlined with gold. She hated how well they went with the rest of her outfit, but they did keep her feet warm.
When she became Jabba's slave she wore a gold collar to match her gold bikini. The collar had a loop extension where the chain was attached. The collar itself was made specifically for Leia and fit tightly around her neck, Thus even when Jabba wasn't pulling on her chain, Leia could still feel the collar around her neck. The collar's constant presence instilled a slave consciousness in Leia.
The outfit was uncomfortable. The purple Lashaa silk flowed to just her ankles. Resembling a split-skirt, they didn't conceal anything but hung in between her inner legs, but exposing her legs at the same time the rear silk skirt exposed her tight round bubble butt with only the rear silk skirt the width of an index finger covered her ass crack, Leia wore nothing underneath, leaving her exposed underneath, with only the silks being her coverage covering only the ultimate regions of her womanhood, not leaving any privacy down the centers of her legs on either side. The sensation of bareness was overwhelming to the young, conservative princess, who had already been naked for several days. She could always tell if the skirts were betraying her modesty as they covered very little no matter what even when reclining, the silk might slip to the side and her ass crack would show as her bare butt would be fully exposed which didn't help as the rear skirt only covered her ass crack, and with her vagina peeking out from between, as he had to have the front skirt in front at all times.
This was her life and there was nothing she could do about it, but live her life as Jabba's slave, having been disconnected from the outside world since her capture she didn't know what was going on in the galaxy or what the Empire was doing. But all she knew was that she was safe in Jabba's hands as weird as that sounded to her. Jabba treated her well, but in his own sadistic way. Thinking of Quorra, Leia glances over were she is at on the flat sofa resting, knowing she had been a slave much longer her, having to endear this life for so long. Having been used to this life and how a position of Jabba, but he didn't quite care for her much from what she was as Jabba was only focused on the scantily clad princess.
Leia moved a bit further to the edge of the throne as Jabba's tail continued to bother her; she lay back down in her submissive position with her head on her left shoulder using it for support, and her right hand on her outer thigh. Her eyes slowly close as the scantily clad Leia falls asleep once again.
Some time had passed Leia had waken with her head still using her shoulder as support scanning the barge to find most of the guests and Jabba's men awake along with Quorra who was at one of the barge windows with Bib holding onto her chain. Some of the men pointed at her as she heard them saying the "princess is up." She contentedly sat there before the slumbering Hutt and said nothing.
Leia had sat there saying nothing as everyone on the barge enjoyed their festivities after their long rest. Sitting as far as the chain would allow. Lyn approached Leia, standing in front of her. Lyn started talking to the scantily clad Leia, telling her not to speak, as she was not allowed to. Lyn telling Leia how she finds Leia very beautiful, and deserves this life as she is much more appreciated as a princess and is treated like royalty with Jabba, Lyn continued speaking to Leia also saying to her that she was safe in the hands of Jabba, giving a bit of a sarcastic laugh full well knowing the state of Leia.
The opera singer looks at the scantily clad Leia examining her body. First she looks at her luscious smooth legs, noticing the Jerba Leather boots on her feet as Jabba's tail grinds against her naked leg. Then sees the small gold triangular crescent moon shaped plates, as both the front and rear skirt hand down the throne, slowly working her way up, seeing her tight round navel, and vertical line on her stomach due to being in shape, then scanning her firm breasts with only the small sups covering her nipples. Her ears pierced with the gold earrings, her bracelet on her right arm and then looks at her snake armband on her left arm. The opera singer moves closer to Leia, seeing her hair combed back and put into a large bun with gold hair clips shaped like a crown holding it in place, and a long braid running down her shoulder held together with a gold hair fastener.
Extending her arm out curious to feel the touch of the very scantily clad Leia. Leia sitting at the very edge of the throne in her regal position with her head looking down at the floor in utter humiliation as she did not like that the opera singer was looking at her like a piece of meat like everyone else has been doing. Lynn walks to the end of the throne where Leia's right leg is slightly hanging off the throne. Lynn puts her hand on Leia's leather boot, feeling the texture of it then touches the gold around the boot and off the boot onto Leia's leg, slowly moving her hand up her smooth silky leg. Leia very uncomfortable with his, looking down in utter, humiliation. As Bib looks at Leia, and Jabba asleep, while enjoying Lynn the famous opera singer of Tatooine checking up on the scantily clad princess. Lynn commands Leia to recline back into her position, gazing at Lyn as her rear sticks out. Lynn not paying attention keeps moving her hand up her leg then up to her hip and the open oval hips fasteners. Leia looks down at Jabba's tail not keeping eye contact with Lynn. Lynn reaches around Leia's hip, grabs the rear silk that's covering her ass crack and pulls it from underneath Leia setting it next to her butt cheeks as she begins to caresses Leia's buttocks as they clench together, noticing Leia's birthmark on her lower back.
Lynn moves back to the front of Leia's body looking at the small triangular plate covering her, lifts the front skirt up and puts it over her outer left thigh and her hand moves onto her tight pussy, starts rubbing it slowly, Leia closes her eyes as she feels the sensation of being turned on her, Leia tilts her head back . Bib also looking at Leia in lust. Lynn continues to rub Leia's tight pussy, Leia opens her eyes, giving slight eye contact to Lynn but looking down. Lynn slowly stops then goes to Leia's stomach as she feels with a finger Leia's vertical line on her stomach as it goes up and down due to Leia breathing, . Lynn puts a finger in Leia's tight round navel her finger going in circles inside it, then goes out of the navel going in circles around Leia's belly button. She slowly moves her hand around Leia's stomach working her way up to Leia's firm breasts giving them a little massage, feeling the cold sensation from her small cups on her nipples. Lynn then lifts Leia's chin, as she commanded Leia to sit back up in her regal position, looking at Leia's dolled up face.
Lyn, "You are a beautiful princess and be glad your highness has her king to take care of her. " I hope you are enjoying your outfit I have designed for you my princess, "It is an honor to design a specialty outfit for you princess and an outfit that is one of a kind like your previous one," as I liked the design of it so I kept the same design of it, just more appropriate for you to wear to show your beauty." Leia still humiliated at this said nothing, just looked at Lynn. Lynn then telling Leia how the collar and chain suit her and how it greatly matches her outfit. Lynn out of curiosity puts one hand around Leia's collar feeling how tight it is around her neck, and playing with it. Leia looks down at the floor in humiliation, as Lynn continues to play with her tight gold collar. Lyn, " now that is sure is tight around your collar you must feel it around your neck even when Jabba isn't playing with your chain?" Leia nods a yes. Lynn then proceeds to tell her, " at least you are nice and safe with your master princess, as he cares deeply about you princess, and you should be grateful to have been given a new life as his slave." Bib and some of the crowd look as Lynn talks to Leia as most of the crowd gossips.
Quorra held by her chain from one of Jabba's goons keeping her close as she stands silent with him and the others talking to each other. Bib is approached by one of Jabba's client requested to Jabba. As both Lynn and Leia see this occurring Lynn stands next to her on the throne, as Bib approaches the sleeping Jabba. She contentedly sat there before the slumbering Hutt and said nothing, as Lynn stood next to her in front of the throne by her side. Bib awoke Jabba, who grunted and stirred with a start, and the Twi'Lek's purring voice presented the guest as he asked for a favor. Jabba was quite displeased to hear this, and bellowed a snarl of disapproval. Leia felt the collar around her neck tighten as Jabba tugged irritably on the chain as the guest approached the dais.
"I must be allowed to speak, Jabba," the guest said. Bib repeated this, in Huttese, to Jabba. Leia glanced back in time to see Jabba grab the front of Bib's robe and pull him close, speaking harshly, spitting out his words and saying something about a allowing a guest to negotiate as she was in his sleep, only wanting time alone with Leia before he violently pushed Bib away, making him fall back and collapse onto the floor with a grunt. Leia glanced over at Bib lying on the floor, then noticing Lynn glancing at her, then back to the guest.
" I have an offer for your slave", the guest glanced down at her momentarily, and Leia felt the most humiliated she had ever been, now that the person she most wanted to see was dead and a drunken guest seeing her in her current state of undress and ultimate degradation. The guest told Jabba that he would leave with her, his gaze so intense that Leia could feel the Jabba's anger. Jabba, however, was unimpressed, and laughed at the ultimatum. He told the guest (Leia gathered) that there would be no bargain, and as he spoke, he tugged firmly on Leia's chain. She craned her neck to avoid falling back, but the pressure on her throat was too much, she was slowly pulled back as her stomach tightened, and she shut her eyes in pain until the chain slackened again. Two of the Gommorean guards standing behind him moved closer to the guest. Leia still half asleep and sensing Jabba's anger as he does not like to be waken up.
"Nevertheless," the guest said, moving forward, "I'm taking her with me." The guards slowly crept after him. Leia felt confident that the guest could take care of himself, but some kind of icy fear still crept through her heart, knowing Jabba would execute him for this. Jabba snarled, the same sound he made when he was angry at Leia's more defiant moments. Bah!" Jabba shouted, silencing Bib as he translated. Leia felt the hairs on her neck rise at this as a fearful memory echoed deep in her brain. She started to turn to Lynn, but then Jabba tugged violently on her chain; she was caught off-guard, and it was only her outstretched hands that managed to stop her from falling back into Jabba's bulk., as Lynn put her hand over her mouth trying not to laugh at Leia's humiliation. Behind her, Jabba snarled that there would be no bargain, and in pain, Leia straightened, glaring helplessly at the guest. She temporarily forgot what Bib had started to say. What Jabba said next, Leia didn't quite understand; but something in his tone, as he lowered his voice and spoke with a deep confidence made Leia's heart slow to a crawl.
Jabba, I mean the new slave girl you have gotten I would like to purchase her for your son, as he has been wanting a new slave, and he will be waiting for you at Boonta Eve. Suddenly, Jabba tugged on Leia's chain, and she almost fell back again, sitting back up. Of course, Leia can tell he was drunk already. Jabba "How much are you willing to offer for the slave?" he replied, "10,000 credits, as she is a former servant of royalty from Naboo from what I was told" But Jabba was apparently in no mood to notice this unusual convenience; he was tugging upward on the chain now, the collar digging painfully into Leia's upper esophagus, gagging her. She grabbed at it and pulled, trying to determine some way of wiggling free of this choke. Lynn had the pleasure of seeing the scantily clad Leia being treated like this as she never knew the kind of lechery Jabba had done to her, Jabba tail thrashing by Leia's thighs. He said something else, but Leia's attention fixed on Bib. Jabba grunted something at Bib, who moved in and demurely apologized for being out of sight. As the two spoke, Leia felt the chain actually slacken, and managed to sit herself up—but then Jabba's hand was on her bare shoulder and she flinched, trying to twist out of his reach. The Hutt's hand moved with her, however, and managed to slide all the way down onto the top of her right breast before Leia was able to pull (briefly) away, it Leia took the moment to twist free of Jabba's grip, then he yanked her chain and she fell back a bit, wincing as his hand found her shoulder again, pressing and groping. The guest so drunk asked where Leia was as the alchol he induced was taking into strong effect. Leia, still struggling from Jabba. Bib telling the guest Jabba wants more for her.
I will offer you 20,000 credits, "Bah!" Jabba shouted, finally removing his groping hand—but keeping a firm grip on her chain as he snarled something to Bib, who turned slowly to his captive. "Oh dear. The great Jabba the Hutt has declared that it is still to low for her.
Salacious Crumb burst out laughing.
"He will give you one more chane," Bib continued, " There was a slurping sound behind Leia, and Jabba tugged her chain, a silent reminder of her place. The guest drunkenly said, " 100,000 Jabba." Jabba stay silent and nodded a yes, suddenly after a few minutes the crowd burst out cheering as the new slave would be sold to his. Jabba commanded Bib to tell the guests to continue their celebration.. Jabba started laughing, and yanked hard on Leia's chain. She fell back against Jabba, watching with helpless terror as everyone celebrated and started taking advantage of Quorra. Jabba's hand found her shoulder again, and Crumb cackled by Jabba's twitching tail. Lynn moved up onto Jabba's throne sitting next to Leia, Leia kept watching the crowd, even as Jabba's hand found its humiliating destination, and Leia closed her eyes for a second, glancing at the window seeing nothing but the Tatooine desert.
Leia tried sitting upright and arch her back to avoid his touch, to no avail. He was just keeping her too close. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Jabba's other hand resting on his throne's armrest, just near his hookah tank. Something there…what looked like a large, gray button set into the edge… Jabba's hand was only inches from it, his fingers drumming impatiently near it. Every set of eyes – be they in pairs or any other number – took at least a moment to gaze upon Leia where she'd sat on the farthest edge of Jabba's throne that she could manage to reach before the chain got too tight. Fingers, claws, paws, tentacles, pincers, organic and robotic alike, all took turns pointing at the half-naked human now bound to their bloated, slimy host. When at one point Jabba pulled her chain, forcing her onto her back with a pained grunt—oh, how the audience laughed and jeered at that; Leia had pushed herself up, blushing despite her anger, and quickly straightened her rear skirt to cover her ass crack, and letting her front silk skirt drape over her ankle as she seated herself up, hoping the proximity would leave her chain enough slack to give her neck a rest for a little while.
Trip to Boonta Eve Part 3
As the guests and Jabba's men still continued on with the festivities. Lynn sitting next to Leia, began to caress Leia's back, Leia looking at Lynn with a helpless face, then back down. Jabba tugged firmly on Leia's chain. She craned her neck to avoid falling back, but the pressure on her throat was too much, she was slowly pulled back as her stomach, and buttocks tightened up do to the pressure of the collar, Lynn in aw of this immediately put her hand on Leia's tightened up stomach and buttocks, while looking in the back at her tightened butt cheeks as they clenched together, she shut her eyes in pain as Jabba pulled a bit harder causing her body to tighten up, craning her neck more and closing her eyes as she is pain. As Lynn found Leia's slavery fascinating as she had never seen a princess enslaved by a Hutt.
Jabba slackened the chain, causing Leia's body to untighten, while Leia felt one of Lynn's hands on her stomach and the other on her buttocks as her body slowly loosened up. Jabba telling Lynn that's how you let you princess know her place. Lynn, responds back, " I see Jabba". Lynn continues to caress Leia's back going up and down comforting her. Telling Leia "that was not bad was it, Jabba reminding you of your place as his slave". Leia looked down in utter humiliation, as when Lynn the famous Tatooine opera singer was basically royalty here on this planet, while Leia a former princess enslaved and scantily clad in an outfit Lynn designed for her.
Lyn began speaking, hearing Jabba lick his lips. Lynn, "You should treat these with greater respect. This is a majestic outfit that Master Jabba has given you. Such an opulent gift is not to be ruined especially since I made it for you my dear princess." Lyn lifts Leia chin up causing Leia to stare at Lynn as she though she gave a damn what Jabba wanted. She certainly didn't appreciate the gift. Leia certainly would have preferred something more comfortable. Lyn took a moment to appreciate what Leia was given. Such an outfit was enough to make an opera singer envious, since Lynn made it for her. Strangely it had nothing to do with its design, or even what it was made out of. Jabba only gave the most elaborate and expensive outfits to servants he most favored. Leia didn't want the bikini... she wanted her freedom the most and despised her bikini. Jabba would never give anyone something like this... and . You were a princess.
It saddened Leia to hear of Lyn's opinion on her, as Leia stay silent, she genuinely wanted to hear more of what she would say, but knew it would degrading to her.
Lyn sighed "you don't need to saying princess, not that you aren't allowed to anyways", "Princess you should have a greater respect for Jabba as he is your master, Royalty. Those of you born to be rich, powerful, privileged... you are always just so lucky." Leia got a sense that Lyn was going off in a lecture in the difference in social class. Although she thought it absurd that Lyn would call her a spoiled girl, she kept her silence.
Your kind always have it so much better than the rest of the people. The slaves are the that serve you... no one appreciates what they have made of themselves. Never are a slaves feelings spared." As she spoke, Lyn approached Leia in a threatening manner. Leia withdrew, intimidated by confronting Lyn.. as Lyn had intended. "We're not so different? I am royality and your master gave you orders and you obeyed, just like the rest of the slaves . And yet you're still so lucky because you are a princess and treated as such."
Leia felt ashamed, yet saddened that Lyn didn't see her for what she was. Despite everything Leia had done in helping the Rebels, Lyn still thought of her like a spoiled brat, ordering slaves around like their lives meant nothing, when she was a princess on Alderaan. "Leia, you stopped being a princess when Alderaan was destroyed. Since that time, you had devoted your life to fighting for the freedom of everyone in the galaxy. It was in pursuing the rights of people like you that you ended up where you are now.
"Princess, to become the Jabba's favorite as it is a great honor Jabba told me how much he enjoys your presence. He said he is proud to have his princess by his side. He wanted you to sit with him on the throne. He shows you off proudly."
"Princess... you have no idea just how lucky you." You have his unconditional affection." Lynn had stopped her lecture to Leia. As Jabba and Lynn looked at each other in great confidence, telling Leia that she hope she understands how much Leia is important to Jabba. Leia looks back down ashamed, knowing full well her current state as his slave, and trophy. Leia knew Lynn's point of view is wrong, because Leia had been stripped of her dignity literally and figuratively, forced to wear a skimpy oufit, dolled up, and chained to the neck, sexually abused by Jabba with his constant gropes, and tugs. But, Leia was still growing accustomed to her life as his slave, still not fully broken. Jabba might have treated her differently from other slaves because she is a princess.
Leia could clearly see the contrast between her and Jabba, as She and Jabba are different in appearance as she represents beauty with her appearance in her slave outfit. She is clean in appearance while Jabba is nothing but filth. Jabba sees women as nothing more than sex objects, especially Leia . Once he captured herhe lost all control and forced into a life of slavery. Leia did not choose to wear this outfit Jabba had given her; it was Jabba that forced her in minimally dressed as possible and in one of the most humiliating things he could do to her. Leia was a strong woman and to place her in this outfit showcasing her as his prize was pretty detrimental to her self-respect, but also she saw this slavery as a sexual awakening as she was a conservative princess.
Once revealed to be a woman, after she rescued Han and enslaved by Jabba, Leia is only valued for her appearance. The only thing Jabba can place on Leia is her beauty as he turned her into his sex slave. She has nothing to say as a slave because Jabba expects nothing out of her except to be scantly clad and silent, and only values Leia's beauty.
Jabba lustfully gazing down at Leia's naked back, his eyes glancing down as he has a full view of her back, and ass, licking his lips. There was a slurping sound behind Leia, and Jabba tugged her chain, a silent reminder of her place. Lynn looking at Jabba after he tugged on Leia's chain, then back at the chain. Speaking to Leia, "My you are lucky to have such a caring master who keeps you safe, as you have always deserved to wear his collar and chain.
Bib approaches Lynn telling her that one of the guests is betting that she will not pull on Leia's chain. Lynn speaks to Bib about the bet, Jabba overhearing the conversation in excitement he gently pulls on Leia's chain, as she turns her head side ways, giving a slight glance at Jabba. Jabba in Huteese telling Lynn to do it, everyone starts cheering, wanting to see more of Leia's humiliation but this time to a famous opera singer.
Jabba hands Lynn Leia's chain telling her to keep it taut, as she stands next to him on the throne as he cheers in excitement along with everyone else, she then looks down at Leia's naked back first swaying the chain side to side, playing with it, doing some quick jerks to the chain slightly causing her to fall back, as Leia turns her head to the side, looking at both Lynn and Jabba helplessly as Lynn suddenly yanks on the on the chain pulling on her chain upwards choking her, Leia falls back onto Jabba's stomach, her lower body moves down just a bit as she is reclined on her back, as her front silk skirt is comes off her ankle, and drapes down the dais. Everyone has a clear view of her exposed buttocks as she is reclined back, with only the front silk skirt covering her crotch, Leia struggles as her feet are firmly planted on the throne and her knees up in the air, her left leg scraps the surface of the throne, as Jabba's tail thrashes against it, while her right leg is planted firmly in place but her knee up in the air as everyone cheers gleefully, except for Quorra who is looking in despair as she stands there helplessly as one of Jabba's men is holding onto her chain and cheering.
Jabba gazing down looking at Leia as Lynn chokes her, trying to grasp for air. Jabba's tail thrashes against her rear. Leia in pain looks at Lynn for a quick minute then her chain is pulled. She closes her eyes, with both hands on her collar. Everyone keeps cheering at Lynn telling her to pull harder, with the goblet in his hand Jabba laughs hysterically at Leia, drooling over his scantily clad princess as her tight stomach goes up and down, his slave tries to breath for air. Lynn calms down, slackening the chain. Leia takes a few minutes to catch her breathe. Jabba speaking in Hutteese " There there now my slave you will be alright," Lynn gives a little laugh playing with her chain. Leia slowly regains her breath after some minutes. Slowly sitting back up, Lynn keeps her on a very short tether. Lynn tells Leia how empowering it is for her to do this to her. Everyone looks at Leia as they give her cat calls, then looks at Jabba noticing how much he is enjoying this. Salacious sits in the space provided by Jabba on the throne next to Leia as he laughs hysterically.
Quorra couldn't believe what Jabba was doing to Leia, especially humiliating her the way in the way he does, and knowing she's a princess. Leia clutched her hand into a fist, Lynn glancing down pulls on her chain once reminding her of her place. She glances back at both Jabba and Lynn with a face of annoyance. The whole crowd cheers as Jabba and Lyn are humiliating her and taunt Leia.
Jabba rumbled, then Lynn loosened her grip on the chain slightly, allowing her to breath, but keeping her in the chokehold. As she was about to speak, Lynn pulls on her chain silencing her before she can say anything, keeping her chain taut with no slack. Quorra looks at Leia as she is being choked by her collar, gasping for air.
Leia glances at Jabba with a tear running down her eye in pain. Jabba drunk out of his mind as Lynn chokes her as she pulls on her chain more. Helpless Leia not being able to do anything. Lynn slackens the chain for a quick minute as Leia breathes for air. Then on a dare Bib tells Lynn to yank on Leia's chain more. Lynn taking the dare pulls on Leia's chain even more. Leia with both hands on her collar, helplessly gasping for air as she is being choked, as she is reclined backward everyone looks at her tight round bubble butt, everyone cheers as they look at the scantily clad Leia being choked and seeing her buttocks as she is reclined backwards. Leia breaths heavily gasping for air.
Suddenly Lynn stops pulling on Leia's chain. Leia relieved slowly catches her breath. Breathing heavily Leia sits up in her regal position still catching her breath, as Jabba never allowed anyone to hold onto her chain and had never choked her so violently before. Lynn gave Jabba the chain back to Jabba. Lynn sits back down next to Leia, as everyone who made the bet crowded around to gather his or her winnings. Jabba tugged on Leia's chain once more reminding her of her place, Leia glances back at annoyance.
The crowd had been in full swing; Leia knew it was still early in the morning. Leia noticed Quorra with Bib, as she could tell Bib had a liking for her, but she had been sold to Jabba's son she Leia would not be able to see her anymore after the podrace. Feeling utterly humiliated from what Lynn had done to her earlier, she could barley look up at anyone as Lyn sat next to her caressing her back, and body. It felt comforting to Leia that Lynn had been doing this for her, as it warmed her up a bit.
Leia's relaxation abruptly ended when the chain behind rattled as Jabba tugged at it, hard. Her abdomen barely had time to instinctively tighten as the collar dug into her slender neck and hurled her body backwards, and she landed with a fleshy plop against the Hutt's corpulent belly, which jiggled and shook from the impact. His doughy flesh radiated warmth into her back. Lynn moved to the center of were Jabba's tail was curled up and sat next to Leia, with Salacious there with them.
The scantily clad Leia's chain runs across Jabba's belly as Leia lay against his stomach, her left cheek against the cold chain as she laid back silently on Jabba, looking at the crowd. Jabba's hand lay on Leia's shoulder as his tail rubbed against her naked leg, while her rear Lashaa silk lay on the tip of Jabba's tail exposing her tight round buttocks, her front Lashaa silk draped over her left thigh, leaving her womanhood exposed. Lynn moved her hand closer to her butt cheeks caressing them. Leia lay there not looking at Salacious, Lynn or Jabba, just spacing out as most the men gathered around Jabba and Leia, talking about the scantily clad princess, mocking her.
As the party continued, Jabba took a sadistic pleasure using Leia as the star attraction during the trip. The Hutt took great pride in showing her off. Leia layed back on Jabba's stomach. The experience reminded her of a time when she had been forced to sit in front of guests as they admired her beauty at a gathering in Alderaan. As Lynn played with her braid, the memory only became vivid. She remembered there had been one servant that spent so much time doing hair, the servant stroked her hair with a brush, only to find another tangle. The bikini she wore was nothing she's ever wear in her life.
The part of having so many people staring at her which, really agitated Leia was the face that so few of them were human. The Gamorians were absolutely repulsive to her, which made it uncomfortable to watch as they stared in her general direction. All of Jabba's men and guests found her alluring. Lynn placed Leia's long plait back on her stomach. Lynn still fascinated with Leia examining her body once more, her hand touches Leia's smooth leg, slowly working her way up, putting her hand inside the small plate touching her tight vagina, as it formed a camel toe due to the coldness of her small crotch plate. Leia looks at Lynn as she does, helpless as she is violating her. Lynn then moves her hand feeling Leia's hips as the hip fasteners exposed her flanks. Salacious laughs with glee at Leia. Lynn then moves her hand to Leia's stomach, caressing it as she goes up and down her tight stomach, more a few minutes, then with a finger goes up and down the vertical line that on her stomach, as Leia's stomach goes up and down due to her breathing.
The crowd looks as Lynn relishes in Leia. Quorra gives Leia a helpless look. Both knowing full well they can't do anything. Lynn smiles at Leia and tells her "good thing you are in shape princess, I know I have told you, you are very beautiful, but you really are" Leia just looks at her, knowing its her beauty that got her in this position in the first place. Lynn goes up to her firm breasts and gives them a slight touch at first then gives them a slight squeeze, as they are nice and firm. While doing so Leia closes her eyes as she felt a sensation, Leia opens her eyes once more, as she feels Lynn's hand slowly slide down the side of her stomach and to her back as her finger goes down her spines then to her birthmark.
Jabba enjoying the view, never allowed anyone to touch her, except for few people. Lynn's finger goes around in circles around Leia's birthmark telling Leia that it's very attractive she has a beauty mark. Lynn explains to her as her finger goes up and down Leia's spine, "A birthmark or mole as on the body signifies you are special in my culture, as not many in the galaxy have it, as it is very rare, and is seen as a mark of royalty, now I don't have one myself, but I had to work hard to get to were I am today princess, which is something you didn't have to do as everything has been handed to you, no this mark on your body is special for those who have it," everyone is gathered around as Lynn talks about this everyone was even more fascinated by Leia, because not only was she a princess but according to Lynn she was very special and one of a kind. Lynn finishes with telling Leia that she is one of a kind.
Lynn's hand then proceeds to touch Leia's buttocks, as they clench together due to the warmth of Lynns hands and the coldness of her rear. Lynn gropes them gently, as Leia readjusts her position a bit turning more on her side. Jabba's hand found her shoulder, pushing her backwards against his belly, as her rear is sticking out for all to see, as Leia feels Jabba's tail against her leg and Lynn caressing her buttocks, as they are tightly clenched together. Lynn finally done touching Leia, telling her she is a goddess of beauty, and truly one of a kind.
An announcement was made over the sail barge's intercom; they were about almost at Mos Espa were the Boonta Eve Classic was being held. With a sigh of relief Leia couldn't wait to get there as it felt like it was taking forever to get there. The festivities continued as Leia lay there helplessly against Jabba, with Lynn and Salacious keeping her company. Jabba's hand lay on her shoulder caressing it, while Lynn sat next to Leia talking to her, while also mocking Leia. Finding no comfort in this whatsoever, as if she hadn't been humiliated enough since her capture; she lay there as Jabba groped her and Lynn mocking her, as she just lay there submissive.
It had been a while, Lynn had been talking Jabba, telling him to let Leia have her space, Jabba reacting, not wanting to let her leave by her side, as he enjoyed her company.
Jabba gestured for Leia to go to the window, as he knew she wanted to be away and at the behest of Lynn. Slackening the chain to were a great amount wound up on the throne. Leia got off the throne slowly as all eyes where on her, looking back at Jabba he gestured her to go, as some of his men and Bib started talking to him and Lynn. Leia walking to the window, seeing some of the guests licking their lips, her chain slowly getting tighter the closer she got to the window. One of Jabba's men with the end of his weapon trips the naked Leia, causing her to fall to the floor of the Barge, feeling the cold chain against her naked back, Jabba slightly tugged on it, causing her to gag. Everyone on the barge burst out laughing in hysteria at the nearly half naked Leia.
Leia slowly got back up, finally reaching the window of the barge, feeling helpless. Putting her left hand on the railing of the slanted window gripping it for support. Feeling the wind against her semi nude body, Leia attempted to move closer to the window but Jabba would not allow her to as she was about an inch away. But still being able to see outside. Leia peers outside into the vast dessert, seeing nothing but sand, and some of Tatooine's creatures, with men gathered around her, looking at her lustfully, some of them playing with the chain, wiggling it, and taunting Leia. Leia feeling her collar tighten as they play with her chain, she grabs the collar putting some fingers in it trying to loosen the tightness of the pressure.
Mean while, Fozec a human guard walks up behind Leia putting his hand on her right shoulder, groping it. Leia turns and glances at him, moving his hand off her shoulder, not giving up so easily he continues to taunt her by constantly groping her shoulder and her naked back, he plays with the two black floss strings on her back pulling them, and slapping her butt cheeks, Leia constantly trying to get him off as he molests her. Fozec steps in front of Leia blocking her view from the window as he stands in front of her and starts talking to her, with a worried expression on her face, as he speaks.
Fozec pulls Leia close to him, Leia feeling the warmth of his clothes against her naked skin. Going around her navel with his finger in circles then slowly moving down to her crotch plate as he puts his hand underneath it, slowly rubbing her camel toe. Leia closes her eyes getting turned on, tilting her head back a bit in the pleasure she feels. Doing it for a couple more minutes, Fozec hand moves to one of her butt cheeks groping them, as the men crowded around them cheer, laugh, and mock the princess, both her hands on the front of his armor, in an embrace. Offering her a drink, moving the glass to her mouth, Leia rejects it, in spite fozec calls Leia a whore, amongst other names, forcing her to drink from the cup. Leia struggles a bit as Fozec has her in an embrace. She slowly drinks from the glass as Fozec tilts the glass.
Suddenly, Jabba yanks on Leia's chain, interrupting Fozec and Leia, as she looks back at him with annoyance. Jabba with a gesture commands Fozec to leave Leia for now as they are close to the Mos Espa.
Leia turns back to the window, looking out in despair. Jabba's men talk to him about Leia and how a beauty she is. Jabba laughs as some guests talk about what they would do to her. Leia could see Mos Espa from a far distance, just silhouette of the city : Leia looks out the window seeing the city from a far distance.
Moments later, the drunken Jabba pulls on the chain again, with all his force, propelling her body backward, causing her to gag on the collar. She stumbles a little but manages to turn so she could see what was coming, not that she wanted to, running from across the barge to Jabba . She just managed to leap onto Jabba's dais. Stopping short of running right into Jabba, throwing her hands out to halt her progress, and poised to push herself away, still a little buzzed from the drink Fozec gave her. There was a sudden cold sensation on the back of her left shoulder, which forced her closer. She had noticed Lynn standing close by the last time she looked back, so she assumed it was his hand that kept her in place. She arched her back to keep her face as far as possible away from Jabba's, but thanks to Lynn efforts, it did not help her.
Jabba grinned lecherously at her, and began to speak," I don't like you straying far from me princess." She could not make out what he was saying. He picked up the goblet of wine from the table beside him and held it up to her lips, moving his hand over her shoulder pushing her closer. Leia feeling her nearly half naked body pressed up against Jabba's. Leia glances at Jabba then back at the cup then back at Jabba with a helpless face of defeat, she puts her right hand on his big chubby hand, that contained the drink, as she prepares to have the drink, Jabba tilts it so the liquid runs into her mouth, she swallowed it as quickly as she could.
Jabba's hand moves to her waist, as she was forced to continue drinking as the guests look at the scantly clad princess drinking from Jabba's goblet, but looking at her half naked body the most. The taste, acidic and unpalatable as it was, stayed on her tongue for a second.
Suddenly a fight began to break out between Vizam a Kajain'sa'Nikto and Ree-Yees, Leia quickly turned around, as Jabba began to laugh at the hysteria going on. Everyone gathered around them as the fought in the center of the barge. Leia stands next to Jabba on throne in front Jabba. The crime lord having a clear view of her backside, tightens his grip on the chain keeping her on a very short tether and very taut. Lea feels the cold chain run down her upper part of her back. Jabba plays with the tight short tether, it pulls Leia back slightly each time.
Jabba scans Leia's nearly half naked body from head to two looking at her dolled up face, earrings, her bun, and plate dangling over her shoulder as the long plait stopped at her tight round navel, then glancing at her hard firm breasts, with only the two small bra cups that covered her nipples, Jabba give Leia a slight jerk on her chain, a silent reminder of her place as she glances back at him, then back at the fight, Jabba then looks at. Jabba looks at her front plate her snake armband on her left arm and bracelet on her right arm. He then glances at her small front skirt plate that is only covering her crotch and the silk attached at the bottom of it as it fows down her just above her ankles, only in between her inner thighs, showing off her legs, and at the hip fasterners that were made of two separate pieces on each hip to make the open oval exposing her hips. Lastly, Jabba looks at her rear with the back skirt plate the same size at the front just above her ass crack, with the silk skirt the width of index finger only covering her ass crack, then at her Jerba leather boots, then back at her ass licking his lips. Glancing back up at Leia, noticing the expression on her face of fear, jerking on her chain, Leia glances back at Jabba in sadness.
Holding the microphone in his hand Jabba commands that the fight continue on. Leia surprised Jabba would support this kind of behavior. Everyone in the Sail Barge cheers for joy. Leia holding in her pain and in shock aguishly knowing that no matter what this is the way Jabba lives and she is a slave to him and has accepted the fact that she is Jabba's slave as long as she lives, and in a twisted way be safe from the any harm remaining with Jabba.
A tear slowly went down her cheek; Jabba noticing the distraught princess, pulls on her chain, to get her attention, but Leia ignores it, looking back down at the fight occurring in front of her, Jabba jerks on it this time. Leia turns to face him. Jabba turns to her to the scantily clad Leia. Speaking in Huttsee with a finger wipes the tear away, from her face. Jabba with a face of confidence moves his hand caressing her naked back, comforting Leia. Jabba continues to laugh as the fight goes on with the drink in his hand. Leia glances at him, as she is standing next to him, feeling the side of his stomach against the side of her lower body, while his tail swayed against her Jerba leather boot.
Even though Leia was next to him in skin contact, Jabba had her chain taut; Leia could feel Jabba's hand holding the chain against her rear. The fight continued on. Leia's heart racing hoping no one dies, as this is what it seemed like a fight to the death. Jabba continued laughing at the whole situation. Leia could over hear some of Jabba's men placing wagers on who is going to win. Leia licked her lips in anxiousness as to what was going to happen. Jabba drinks from his goblet. Leia can feel Jabba's hand that was against her rear now stroking her buttocks, causing them to clench together, due to the coldness of the chain that is inside Jabba's hand, as he strokes her butt cheeks.
Leia keeping her composure as Jabba strokes her buttocks, and knowing Jabba most likely not paying attention to the fight. Both Vizam and Ree-Yees still going at it, beating each other a pulp. Jabba looking at his scantily clad slave princess, very much enjoying the view of her semi-nude body, Leia, feeling the collar pressing against her neck as she looks at the fight continues. Leia tries to ignore the slight tugs on her chain; Leia grabs the collar with her left hand hoping it will help with the pressure against her neck. Leia feeling a bit cold her breasts are firmer. Her buttocks are clenched together, as Jabba continues to stroke them. Jabba enjoys the view he has of Leia. Licking his lips.
Quarro looks helplessly at Leia as Bib takes advantage of her on the other side of the barge as the fight continues on. She knows Leia doesn't know where she is.
Leia glances at Jabba giving him a face to end the fight, but Jabba is just concentrated on Leia, as he is caressing her back. As part of the chain lies against her naked back, while Jabba caresses her naked back, with the hand that is holding onto her chain. Leia glances at Jabba with a face of irritation, as he gives a loud laugh at her, still caressing her upper backk, she feels the cold chain running down the lower half of her back as it runs down the rear silk skirt, feeling the coldness from it, as both butt cheeks clench together, half burying it in between them.
Moments later, they had reached Mos Espa pod racing stadium, stopping at the Barge hanger. Jabba commanding them to stop the fight. Both of them covered in blood. Jabba tells them to clean themselves up, as Leia looks at everyone as the Barge enters the barge hanger. Jabba keeps Leia's chain tught as she stands next to him.
BOONTA EVE CLASSIC
One of his men brought a long thin hover sled that supported Jabba's size that hovered a couple inches off the ground. Jabba slackened her chain just a tad as Leia stood on the big cushion that was the throne on the barge. He slithered his way onto the hover sled. Positioning himself in his spot, there is a small spot left for Leia in front of him as like on the throne Jabba occupied most of the space only leaving her a small spot on the throne. He commands one of his men to get a small hover chair for her to set on, as the man gets it, he pulls on Leia's chain commanding her to stand in front of him, Leia steps onto the hover sled, her rear silk flutters in the air for a second.
Jabba tells Leia in Hutesse that she will be sitting on a small hover chair. One of his men brings the hover chair placing it in the small spot in front of Jabba. Jabba with a gesture commands her to sit on the hover chair. Leia looks at it, as it was small, flat and round, with a cushion on it. As Leia sits down on the hover chair she puts her rear silk skirt underneath her, as her front skirt draped in between her inner thighs. The door to the entrance of the Barge opens as his men and guests stand behind Jabba. The hoversled brought them off of the barge and into the bright suns, Leia hears the sound of engines filling the stifling air, as she feels the slight breeze against her nearly half naked body, while also feeling the Tatooine heat.
Jabba's arrival at the Mos Espa Grand Arena was met with fervent or fearful acknowledgement, but Leia couldn't tell which. They were both escorted into a new building, the shade engulfing them. The hover sled followed behind their chaperon, who remained respectfully quiet during the short walk. During the walk, Jabba kept Leia's chain very taut as she could feel his hand against her naked back, and the tightness of the chain. While she stared at the grand building It was made of smooth stone with intricate designs carved in each doorway, curtains accentuating the seemingly more important rooms.
The group boarded an elevator where Leia had to remained sitting in front of Jabba, Leia felt uncomfortable with Jabba stroking her back, licking his lips as he stroked her back. The chaperon couldn't keep his eyes off Leia. It was as if he recognized her, but he kept his mouth shut. Once it stopped, the doors opened up to a room with a large open balcony, and windows with decorative curtains separating areas of the room and hanging from the ceiling. Jabba's men and guests stay inside with Bib following Jabba. Jabba's hoversled went a spot right in front of the large balcony of the railing. Jabba gestures to Leia to stand in front of him. Leia gets up from the hover chair as one of Jabba's men moves the hover chair out of site. Leia gets in front of Jabba, as he has a clear view of her backside, keeping her on a very short tether, feeling the cold chain run down her naked back.
Many of Jabba's guards along with Bib stand at both the archways of the balcony that is connected to the room, with his son Rotta inside with his new slave girl Quorra. Leia stood in front of Jabba and with her arms at her side, as she felt the cold breeze of the Tatooine air against her nearly half naked body. Her rear skirt fluttered to the side due to the breeze, exposing her already exposed butt cheeks. Jabba looked at Leia with great pleasure. While she looked down at the racetrack below, where pods were roaring and ready to be raced. Excited cries from the audience echoed throughout the arena.
The announcers presented Jabba to the crowed. Everyone cheered in excitement, as they looked at in general direction on the balcony were Jabba and Leia were at. Leia embarrassed that everyone can see her dressed in a skimpy slave outfit looking down at first, but as Jabba announces for the race to begin she raised her head up trying not to show her embarrassment. She tried to ignore the men and women crude catcalls they'd shouted as they saw the scantily clad Leia and her stark nudity. As the racers began to rev their engines, and the excitement from the crowd increased, they looked up as they saw Leia. Jabba looked at Leia, with a smirk on his face. Leia knowing full well that she was being shown off. Keeping her chain taut. After a delayed moment, Jabba made the announcement for the race to begin, and the racers sped off. Leia watched the pods fly out of sight before a screen projecting the pods was the only thing she could watch.
Jabba lowered the hoversled to the ground of the balcony, he moves forward to be next to his slave. Leia looked at Jabba as he moved next to her, Leia now in skin proximity of Jabba. He played with her chain, wiggling it as it moved around her naked back. Leia glanced at Jabba then back at the hologram showing the podrace. Jabba speaking in Huteese " see my princess everyone loves you", as he puts one hand on her shoulder fondling it.
Jabba was brought a fresh His gritty hand moved up to her side and up a little further, until it reached her neck and moved back down again.
Jabba's tongue hung out of his mouth as he panted with excitement, his other hand beginning to explore her as well. Leia forced her eyes shut and allowed him to aggressively grope her body, praying for a distraction. More than half the crowd was looking in the direction of the balcony, pointing at Leia as she was being groped by Jabba laughing at her. It wasn't until the roars of engines echoed through the arena again that Jabba directed his attention back to the race. He released her and watched the racers fly by, nodding his head in approval. He grunted suddenly, directing his attention back to Leia. At this, she forced herself to look at him, though the confusion on her face was apparent. Jabba found himself nodding again tightening his grip on her chain.
She felt a tug on her chain and looked back at Jabba again, a new pod appearing out of the corner of her eye onscreen. Jabba laughed. Leia wanted to watch the race but Jabba was not allowing it. Jabba had gotten aggressive the more he drank, as it bothered Leia because she had to put up with his lechery.
Some time had passed and Jabba was asleep there was one lap left in the race. Leia watching the race through the holograms Jabba with the chain in his right hand keeping Leia on very short tether. Leia could hear Jabba's men and guests inside as they cheered and enjoying the entertainment slaves. Leia was glad he fell asleep, as it was good not to taken advantage by him for a time. But the outfit was not helping; Leia was a bit chili due to the breeze, as at time she felt warm then cold, because the breeze would pass by every now and again. Leia felt a tug as she looked back, Jabba was still asleep, just one of his reflexes.
Everyone started cheering as the first podracer was coming in to the finish line. Leia looked out seeing the podracer from a far as it came in racing through the finish line. The crowd went crazy, cheering and screaming. The racer came out of his racing pod, as his team and supporters came in surrounding him, carrying him. Leia envied their freedom, having the freedom to do and say what she pleases, instead since her capture and failed rescue from Luke she was not allowed to speak, if she did Jabba silenced her, and forced into a life of slavery.
Bib walked up next to Jabba waking him up, as he awoke abruptly Leia felt some slight jerks on her chain as he woke up. Bib turned to Jabba telling him that he has a meeting soon. Jabba gestures Bib telling him okay, and looks at Leia as she is still watching everyone down at the track. Most of them look up trying to get a view of the scantily clad Leia. Jabba went inside, letting Leia see what was going on. Jabba had been talking to his guests there were there.
Minutes had past and the stadium was clearing up, with barley anyone to see. Jabba yanks on Leia's chain, as she looks back at him then back at the few people left on the track. Everyone inside laughs at Leia, mocking her. Moments later Jabba pulled on the chain again, with all his force, propelling her body backward, causing her to gag on the collar. Leia runs towards Jabba as she stopped short of running right into Jabba, throwing her hands out to halt her progress but lands, straight into Jabba, as everyone looks at the scantily clad Leia. Jabba in Huteese telling her he has a meeting in a few minutes, as the other guests would like to meet her.
The Smuggler
Now both on the hoverseld, Jabba gestures to Leia to sit on the hover chair provided for her. Leia following Jabba's orders as she sits on the hover chair the rear silk skirt drapes on the backside of the hover chair, as her front skirt drapes in between her inner thighs, Leia feels a comfortable sensation sitting on the small cushion on the hover chair as she could feel her vagina and butt cheeks on the cushion. As Jabba and guests are led to the meeting room in the Mos Espa palace, Leia can over hear their conversations, as their attention is on her. Leia can feel the chain tight and taut, with no slack, as he jerks with the chain.
As they pass through, Leia sees a strange creature passing by; Leia leans forward and turns her head continuing to look at it as it passes them, Jabba looks down at Leia licking his lips as he slowly pulls on Leia's chain pulling her back up as she sits back up. Jabba moves the chain to his left hand, gazes down at Leia's birthmark and starts caressing her lower right back, giving it a slight tug pulling her back, with annoyance Leia struggles to keep her composure as he has her chain pulled back while caressing her lower right back. Bib and the others laugh at her humiliation as she is groped by Jabba.
Jabba's hand slowly works its way up to Leia's shoulder, caressing it aggressively; Leia struggles as she tries avoiding Jabba's hand as it caresses her shoulder. The more she fights it the more he aggressively caressing her naked shoulder. As Leia struggles, Jabba loosens his grip on her chain, Suddenly his tail hits her legs, causing her to fall on the floor, and everyone stops. Jabba, his men, and guests stay silent for a moment; Leia lays on her stomach as her rear silk exposes her rear giving everyone a nice look at her ass cheeks and tight vagina, they all laugh at her humiliation. Leia turns around looking at Jabba as she lays on the floor. Jabba laughs as he yanks on her chain causing her to leap up from the floor. Pressing her body against Jabba as he speaks in Huttese licking his lips, gesturing her to sit down on her hover chair. Moments later…
They arrive at the meeting room, as his guests and henchmen scatter around to witness the meeting. Jabba goes onto the throne that is a big firm pillow the size of a dais, moving into his spot, as he pulls on Leia's chain commanding her to sit in front of him. Leia gets up from her small hover chair, as Jabba looks at her lustfully as she slowly sits down positioning herself in front of Jabba in the small space provided for her. Sitting on the far edge in her regal position of the big pillow of a throne Leia adjusts her front silk skirt as it drapes over her left ankle, Jabba's tail rubs against Leia's naked leg, her rear silk skirt lies across behind her exposing her bubble butt.
Bib Fortuna brings in the smuggler. Leia looks down avoiding eye contact. The smuggler introduces himself to everyone as they looks at the dancers next to him. The smuggler speaks to Jabba, " Master Jabba I have the dancers you requested" as he looks at the nearly naked Leia. Jabba looks at the dancers next to the smuggler. Jabba playing with Leia's chain as it dangles across her naked back. Leia raises her head glancing at the smuggler and the dancers standing next to him. Jabba speaks in Hutese " I will pay for them with the given price we agreed to" The smuggler responds, "Of course Jabba". The smuggler smirks at Leia, "Jabba I see this is the famous Leia you made into your slave" Jabba, " My princess is still learning her place, and she is slowly getting to appreciate me" The smuggler, "She is a beauty" Jabba, "Of course she is, she's a princess and deserves to wear attire fit for a princess." Leia looks at smuggler as the dancers next to him stand silent. Jabba speaks, " She is a feisty princess".
The smuggler looks at Leia as Jabba pulls on her chain causing her body to tighten, she cranes her neck, closing her eyes in pain as Jabba continues pulling her chain. Her butt cheeks clench tight together, her stomach tightens. Jabba licks his lips as everyone looks at Leia. The dancers next to the smuggler with a face of sympathy for Leia. Jabba Loosens his grip on her chain, as her body loosens and sets back in her regal position. Leia looks back down, not wanting to have eye contact at the smuggler.
Jabba, " My princess is still a bit shy" laughing at her in mockery. The smuggler, "well you have done a magnificent job with her Jabba." Leia glances outside as the sun was slowly setting; having not realized the day had gone by so fast. Jabba and the smuggler talk as Leia glances up looking around the room. Longing for freedom, but she was chained, nearly naked and a slave to Jabba. As Jabba and the smuggler were speaking with each other, Suddenly Jabba yanks on Leia's chain causing her to fall back. Leia looks at the smuggler slightly tilting her head telling him what she has to deal with, with a face of annoyance on her face. Leia sits back up. Now keeping eye contact on the smuggler. Jabba commands Bib to lead the two dancers to the dressing room to get them ready for the banquet were all the Hutts and the most important people of the outer rim will be there.
Some time had gone by Jabba, and everyone else still in the meeting room. Jabba talking to some of his men and the smuggler. Leia stands next to the opening arch ways gazing outside, with only the chain letting her go as far as it would allow. Her right hand up above her with a tight grip. A handful of men had gathered within close proximity of her, stand around her, and beside her. The men surrounding her and some women shouting out crude catcalls towards Leia, as many of the men stare at her lustfully, while some of them passed her groping her from behind.
Moments later, the smuggler walked up next to Leia as she gazed out in the vast desert, while the sun slowly set. Leia glances at the smuggler as he stares at her. He starts speaking to her, telling Leia how beautiful she is, as he licks his lips gazing at her nearly naked form. He looks at her dolled up face, and large bun and her long braid hanging over her shoulder, her firm breasts, with the two cups covering her nipples, then gazes down at her tight fit stomach. Glancing at her small gold skirt plate, following the small Lashaa silk running in between her legs as he looks at her naked legs finally ending at her Jerba leather boots.
The smuggler speaks to Leia, " I have heard rumors that you are very young and in your early 20's," Leia looks at him, as she feels her collar pulled back slightly. Leia not allowed to say anything nods her head. The smuggler guesses her age telling she must be 23 and Leia nods with a yes. The smuggler gives her a devilish smirk. I have to say Jabba has a nice taste fashion. That outfit fits you perfectly princess; as it is an outfit fit for royalty it shows your magnificent beauty. Leia thinks deeply about his comment, and reflects about her situation and status as Jabba's slave.
From the moment Jabba saw her after rescuing Han. He saw her as nothing more than a sex object. It had been so long since the capture and much had happen. Jabba only valued her beauty and her status as a princess, but had brought her down to the lowest life form, a…slave, because as a slave she was of value to say, but to display her beauty. He forced her to expose her sexuality with no choice given to her. What bothered the most was that Jabba had Lynn specifically made for her to accentuate her feminine figure, as it aroused and excited him. It was designed to be as revealing as possible, removing any possibility of major bodily coverage leaving little to no imagination.
Moreover, she did not like that she was not allowed to speak, as she was meant to be seen and not speak. She also did not like that she had no privacy whatsoever. She was dressed in such a skimpy outfit she was exposed for all to see. Jabba always kept her very close to him, only going as far as the chain would allow. She was watched by everyone ranging form the guards, patrons, and Jabba himself, the utter void of privacy while on a leash was humiliating to her as the audience constantly mocked and jeered at her. She didn't have the freedom she had when she was free.
Leia felt a slight tug on her collar, glaring back at Jabba as he continues to talk to his goons. Leia glances at the smuggler, then at the floor. The smuggler puts his hand on her upper back, he slowly caresses it going from right to left passing through the very thin floss black strings that formed an X shape across her back. Slowly working down to her lower back, Leia could see he was hard. The smuggler then circles around her birthmark a few times. Leia looks at the smuggler with a face of powerlessness. The smuggler then proceeds to touch Leia's buttocks, as they clench together due to the warmth of his hands, he gropes them gently, not having to worry about the rear silk skirt as it only covered her butt crack.. He slowly moves down her smooth naked leg till he reached her Jerba leather boot as he touches the texture of the gold around the boot then slowly moved back up, he puts his hand inside the small plate touching her tight vagina, as it formed a camel toe. He then moves his hand feelings Leia's hips as the fastners exposed her flanks. The smuggler notices Leia is uncomfortable, but he would not loose this chance in touching royalty. Slowly proceeds to her stomach caressing it and with a finger goes up and down the vertical line as her stomach goes up and down due to her breathing. And goes around her tight navel a few times, then puts the finger in it feeling the inside of it. He moves up to her firm breasts and gives them a little message. Then played a bit with her long plait for a few seconds before letting it hang back down on her stomach.
The smuggler now finally finished violating Leia, tilts her chin up telling her it was a pleasure meeting her. Leia utterly humiliated from the smuggler violating her like some of the men have done to her. But she noticed that Jabba only let very few people grope her or only having Jabba touch her.
Leia is left alone by the smuggler as him and a handful of men stand around the scantily clad Leia. Leia sees the sun finally set seeing the two Tattooine moons in the distance. Trying to ignore the crude catcalls. Bib approaches Jabba telling him its time for the event in the main event room, as he is already late for it. Jabba turns looking at Leia's backside, licking his lips. Yanks on her chain causing her gag, as she stumbles a little running to run to Jabba, her rear silk skirt flutters in the air, the men all look at her already exposed rear as she runs to her master leaping over the big pillow of the throne and over Jabba's tail. Running into Jabba's stomach. Leia looks directly at Jabba as they both make eye contact. Jabba puts his hand on her elbow pushing her closer to him, but Leia still not close enough to the proximity of Jabba's liking, Leia suddenly feels as hand go underneath her small rear skirt plate as her rear silk skirt goes over the hand exposing her bubble butt, pushing her skin to skin touching Jabba's belly, her butt cheeks clench together as she is pushed her closer to Jabba, he speaks to her in Huteese, she looks at him, then back down in humiliation looking at the hand touching her rear, the smuggler smiles in pleasure, then looking back up at Jabba.
Jabba finishes speaking to Leia, as he commands everyone to leave the room and head down to the main audience room. Jabba looks at the smuggler and gestures him to go with the rest of the crowd. He removes his hand from underneath Leia's rear skirt plate, giving one ass cheek a light squeeze before he leaves.
Two guards bring in a different hoversled. The hoversled is made out of gold, with a large cushion on it, the guards bring it over to the throne. Jabba gestures Leia to go on the hoversled, Leia does what is commanded of her and walks onto the hoversled going to the edge of the sled. Jabba then proceeds onto the hoversled occupying it, and now situated. Jabba commands Leia to sit down in the small space provided for her. Leia sits down in front of Jabba as she gets situated in her position. Leia sits at the very edge of the hoversled only going as far as her chain allows it. She adjusts her front silk skirt draping it over her ankle as it drapes over the hoversled, Leia grabs her rear silk skirt, as Jabba's tail gently slaps Leia's hand. Knowing he doesn't want her to cover her ass crack, Leia looks at him with a face of frustration. Jabba jerks on her chain causing Leia to gag a little, she gives in letting Jabba have his way. The rear silk skirt only meant to cover her butt crack flows across his tail. Leia sat in her regal position in front of her mater, as he keeps her on a very short tether, and the chain taut.
Jabba's tail rubs against Leia's leg. The hoversled moves out of the meeting. The hoversled goes down the long hallway. Jabba's hand strokes her back as he gazes down at the scantily clad princess back. Leia's chain is pulled, closing her eyes as she is pulled slightly back, looks back at Jabba in annoyance. A couple Jawas pass by. One of them looks at Leia and laughs at her, Leia looks down in embarrassment then looks back up as they both walk down the hallway.
Jabba still stroking Leia's back he pulls on her chain causing her to move closer to him as her naked back touches his belly, Leia struggles as he strokes her back, she has one hand gripping the edge of Jabba's tail trying to support herself. He puts his hand over her shoulder caressing it as she is pulled back, moving his hand to her right boob giving it a massage and gently squeezing it. Leia feels her small breast plate pressing against her boob as Jabba squeezes and massage it.
Jabba with excitement yanks on her chain causing her to fall back against his belly with a grunt. Her front skirt moves across her thigh exposing her vagina showing off her camel toe as the rear skirt flowed behind her next to Jabba's belly on the cushion, Leia kept her hand on his tail for support with a slight grip. He chuckled and reached down, stroking her bare shoulder. Leia could feel the cold chain running against her cheek.
Leia lies against her master as he strokes her shoulder, looking down at his scantily clad princess, licking his lips, as he looks down at her body. He continues to stroke her shoulder. The hoversled gets to an elevator and enters it. Jabba continues to grope and stroke Leia's shoulder. Leia looks at the two guards standing next to the hoversled.
Jabba slackens her chain as the elevator reaches its destination. He gestures Leia to sit up. Leia slowly sits up, adjusting herself. She moves to the edge of the hoversled the farthest away the chain will allow. She adjust her rear silk skirt covering her butt crack and sliding it underneath her as it flows down the hoversled, then adjust her front skirt, laying it across in front of her as it drapes over her ankle as it hangs down the hoverseld, sitting in her regal position in front of Jabba. Jabba tightens his grip on her chain keeping her on a short tether and taut.
The Gala
The Max Rebo band played a slow, smutty tune that fit the proceedings, and Yarna danced by herself out in the middle of the room, her fat body jiggling hypnotically. Rystal and Greeata sang in seductive, sultry tones. All eyes were on Jabba and newest prize. The floor show was just window dressing.
This turn of events had certainly surprised Leia. She found herself wearing a humiliatingly skimpy dancing girl's costume. Her hair tied back in a single, long attractive braid that draped over one shoulder, and she was naked except for a golden metal bra and a long purple loincloth with nothing underneath. Velvet shoes covered her small feet and a gilded collar encircled her throat. A length of chain ran from the front to Jabba's hand. He never let go of it, holding on to her at all times.
Mighty Jabba grinned with satisfaction at her submission and pulled her firmly against himself as he settled down a little, wrinkled flabs heaving with heavy, snuffling breaths, Leia flinched at the thick glob of saliva that oozed out of the corner of her Master's mouth, forming a rope as it dribbled and stretched down before landing with a repulsive splut on his doughy rolls. She groaned as he tugged her leash once more, forcing her barely-covered skin to press firmly against his filthy, squishy wall of flesh.
"Aaughhh..." she groaned.
He slackened his grip on the leash a little as a reward. He smelled putried and rank, his skin soft and oily, but there was nothing Leia could do. That pleased Jabba. He liked being repulsive to her. It made him lick his lips slowly with his fat, pustule-covered tongue as he thought of her helplessness, causing more saliva to dribble and run down onto the front of her chest, easily slipping between her exposed breasts of her tiny bikini top, making her skin crawl and her nipples harden. Jabba gave a throaty rumble as his keen reptilian eyes observed the way his slime oozed slowly down her barely-covered bosom.
The Princess whimpered in fear and disgust as he pet her head, and she tried to pull and push herself out of his repulsive embrace, but he held her tightly against himself. The Hutt gave an annoyed grunt at this renewed resistance, but Leia's inability to get away from him now that he actually had her on the dais with him only elicited a hearty chuckle from him.
Leia only continued to struggle against him, his flesh squashing and stretching with soft, moist sounds that were positively nauseating to hear - and feel! Thick rolls of abominable Hutt blubber squashed down and over her heaving breasts, and she groaned in unrestrained repulsion. The Hutt's half smirk vanished. He leaned forward a little, tightening the leash. The little bit of slack he rewarded Leia with earlier was taken away. Her collar was taut against her slender throat.
"Unhh-! Ugh! Unnnh...ahhh...!"
He gave another, painful yank on the leash. Leia gagged, choking briefly. Her skimpy micro gold bikini costume was so pathetically flimsy he could do the deed himself, and it was looking like he'd need to. But he wanted the pleasure of making his beautiful slave princess do it for him herself .
As this was going on, Jabba's thoroughly annoying little worm of a pet, Salacious Crumb, cackled away in merry amusement at what his owner was putting his slave through. His high-pitched, wheezing laughter was music to Jabba's ears as it accompanied Leia's humiliation in front of everyone at the evetn gala. Far more scared than she was repulsed, Leia finally responsed, shaking her head side to side, Jabba's fleshy rolls squishing moistly. At that, the Hutt's smirk returned. The leash was slackened once more.
"Then do as I command."
"Awww-ahhh-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaa!" Salacious Crumb erupted in laughter again.
Leia turned her head to glare hatefully at him, but a wet sucking sound caught her attention. She turned - and got a face full of huge, slobbering tongue. Jabba's putrid breath exhaled over her as his horrible, wormlike tongue slopped and wriggled out from within his cavernous maw to slide against the slave's pretty face, glazing her nicely in his drool. Leia was forced to utter a squealing moan inside her tightly-sealed lips, eyes squeezed shut against the wide, wet thing as it slopped and slid over her features.
He breathed through his nostrils, expelling some thin strands of mucus to mix in with his saliva. An assortment of repulsive noises filled the audience chamber, now otherwise entirely silent except the occasional giggle from Crumb. Gurgles, snorts, wet snuffles, dribbling squelches. Leia struggled to breathe through her nostrils, her breasts heaving harder up into Jabba's squishing flabby chest.
Jabba's tongue slopped lower, freeing Leia's mouth mercifully, slavering over her throat and the collar encircling it. Leia tilted her head back and twisted it around, gasping as it moved even lower, touching the top of her breasts, saliva oozing into her cleavage. Briefly, it retreated into his mouth.
"Mmm, my delicious little lovely, let me bathe you," Jabba cooed.
"Unnnnnn... oohhhhhh..." was Leia's only response.
The Hutt's eyes slid shut and then the horrifying tongue returned, the tip sliding past her frightened lips as she took a grateful gasp of air, filling her mouth with a revolting slimy warmth. Fortunately it was over after a moment because his tongue extracted itself, moving lower once more. He had other, more interesting places on his slave he wished to bathe and taste.
The thick tip slipped underneath her tiny bikini top to tease over the top of her cleavage as she felt his hand against her pert rear, ushering her to rise before him so he didn't need to lean his great hulk over so much. Leia gasped, shoving her pelvis closer into her Master's chubby belly, lifting her whole body up and rubbing it over his slimy rolls. As she got up, Jabba's tongue retracting, her breasts were about level with his face and his cold sore covered lips wrapped around one, suckling the entire thing into his foul maw, loosening the flimsy top she wore in the process with the tugging motion of his suction.
With surprising gentleness, which he wouldn't show again due to his annoyance with the fact he had to do this for her after all, he tugged the straps of Leia's costume loose at a certain specific point, and it was as if her outfit suddenly distintegrated, the small gold bikini "clothng" simply snapping right off and falling all around her, leaving her silky smooth skinned body bared against his disgusting fat body.
Leia heared and felt a deep rumble of contentment from within his huge form as he released her breast from his mouth. Her breasts jiggled and bounced as they were freed, their fronts slapping against Jabba's flab. She arched her back as Jabba indulged himself in her bountiful breasts, slopping possessive kisses over the heaving her breasts, his tongue slipping between them as they smushed out to either side of his slime-dribbling mouth. Leia moaning loudly.
Jabba opened his eyes to slits and carefully observed Leia's facial expressions as his tongue poked and carressed in circles and passes around her nipples, then fanning out as he licked under them and slurped up her tits, finally loosening the feelings of forbidden stimulation that he'd raised in her once again. Jabba watched her face turn from defiant revulsion to sudden delight and joy and loosed a hearty, liquid chuckle that rumbled up from deep inside of him to vibrate Leia's entire naked form with his shaking belly.
It always ended the same. The slave's disgust always turned to pleasure, and her defiance to obedience, when Jabba worked his will on her, and reminded her of her proper place - writhing in pleasure from my administrations.
The tongue proceeded lower, his drool sliding down Leia's bare flesh and pooling slightly in her belly button, to be licked free from it by the tongue which it dripped from originally, the tongue which was inexorably headed further down below. The very tip of his tongue slid betwixt Leia's slightly spread thighs, and the tip curled up, and inwards.
The tongue she'd only moments before found so repulsive now made Leia's back arch in intense pleasure, as though from a long-awaited lover, her nude form, glistening in his saliva, rubbing and heaving against the slimy hulk of her one true Master, that fat tongue probing into her womanly depths slowly at first, then with a lustful roughness shoving deeper inside without the slightest warning, and lifted.
Leia flinched, mouth wide now, breath drawing in slower and slower, her breasts heaving as her Master's tongue slurped and slobbered and wormed its way between her pussy lips and slithered inside her innermost depths. And suddenly she felt herself being lifted up, up, her whole body rising into the air now, held aloft entirely by Jabba's powerful tongue squirming in her womb. And then...
"OhhhHHhhh..." she cried. "Nnhh... annnh... ohhh... mmh... nn... uh... Uh... UH... AH-" Oola gasped. "ahh... huhh... hhHUUHHhhh... hahhh... huhh... nnnhh... mmm... mmM... MMMHhh... MMhhh-!
She was so close to that sweet, golden release, her body shivering with forbidden lust, her inevitable fate after this has concluded forgotten. Jabba made deep, gutteral rumblings of delight and pleasure as the slime-covered muscle penetrated her, pulling back and then wriggling in again. She spread her thighs around that huge tongue, and soon she came, came, came, to a shuddering, moaning, bucking cimax, her naked and slime-slathered body writhing against Jabba, her cries filling the chamber.
The tongue was surprisingly strong, as each thrust from it lifted Leia up an inch or so, her Jerba leather feet leaving the dais each time it reentered her body. And each time she went up, she tilted forwards over Jabba's great belly, so that her breasts entered his maw to be kissed and suckled on once more.
Slowly, Jabba pulled his tongue free from within her confines, dripping in her juices, and pulled it up to his mouth to taste, flinging a few little droplets of it against her sweet green skin. He rumbled happily at her flavor. He settled back and watched you seemingly impassively.
Everyone in the large event room cheered at the humiliation of Leia. Jabba commanded Lyn to redress Leia.
Leia felt humiliated as Lyn fixed her hair as it had been restyled into a large bung and a long braid, putting back her holding it in place along with her hair fastener. Make-up had been overly-applied to her face and her scandalously brief garb that she had been given was barely covering her body. Lyn put on her exotically micro designed brownish, golden colored metal bra with very thin fasteners securing it to creating an x shaped against her naked back her body which was barely covered her bosom, exposing her breasts and only covering her nipples.
Lyn fixed the lower portion of the garb that left no modesty for her as it was merely a thick metal belt with two small plates in the front and back and purple silks which hung down and draped across the front of her pelvis just hanging in between her inner thighs exposing her legs and the rear of her butt crack. The silks were quite thin in width of an index finger exposing her nakedness as it was easily displayed. Lynn placed golden metal snake armband around her upper left arm and a large manacled shaped wrist bracelet was on her right wrist. Lyn then proceeded to place her feet back in the pair of brown Jerba leather boots.
While this occurred many had watched as Lynn redressed Leia while other got on to their own business and continued to enjoy the party in the even hall.
She was dressed worse than any harlot that she had ever heard of in the worst cantinas of the outer rims; soliciting any life form that had money and that their body could physically accommodate. She was exposed to all of the scum of Jabba's court and all the guests for them to drool over, both figuratively and literally. Jabba's Max Rebo band playing their blaring rhythms. She stood before Jabba's platform trying to keep an air of dignity and honor about her despite the ridiculous costume. Leia had been exposed for all to see during the pod race as all eyes were on her. And now everyone that was important on Tatooine was they're watching as she was being redressed before them. Jabba regarded her as he smoked his long hookah-like pipe and began to laugh slowly as the audience followed. Leia frowned blushed deeply in embarrassment.
Time had passed at the fruitful event. Princess Leia, the leader of the Rebel Alliance sat at the edge of Jabba the Hutt's platform scantily clad in the exotic slave garb. Like an ornament she was displayed as the various dregs of the galaxy at the gala Jabba's. She was perfumed, made-up, her braided hair dangling over her shoulder. She began to ponder to herself that there was extremely important business that she needed to tend to with the Alliance. At that very moment she should have been consulting with Admiral Ackbar and General Madine about the data the Bothan spies had uncovered. However, instead she was trapped in this palace as a prisoner and being exhibited like a vanquished harlot, chained and collared. Nothing but a semi-naked pet to a obscenely obese crime lord.
Loud and lively music could be heard from within the confines of the gala room, its hull vibrating with the bass of the tune and the excitement could be felt from its tempo, plus the various alien noises of happiness and enjoyment coming from its many occupants helped to indicate it was a rather pleasant.
As the band happily created the rhythmic tunes for their audience to enjoy in the passing time, the droid's dutifully served food and drinks to their Master Jabba's guests. The guests were enjoying themselves engaging in virulent conversation and taking in the delicious food and drinks served to them. It seemed everybody there was happy.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Every single person was enjoying the party and the extravaganza, all except for one singular individual: Princess Leia, who was dressed skimpily in her golden bikini, still chained to her Hutt Master, enslaved to Jabba.
She sat on the base of her Master's tail, trying her best to focus on ignoring everything going on around her, but ultimately failing. She tried to take her mind anywhere but here, but her attention was constantly called upon by the pounding music and the numerous voices surrounding her. She could see Jabba's interactions from the corner of her eye,, his hand holding a goblet filled with alcohol. Between all the licking and the giggling she could hear him talking to the guests as other slave girls whispered sweet nothings to each other. Or at least their equivalent of such things.
Leia still felt uncomfortable when around him. It seemed impossible to ever be out of skin contact with her Hutt master. The upside of sitting on the base of his tail was that the tip couldn't rub her leg anymore, but the downside was now her rear was moist due to the constant sliminess of his skin.
She briefly examined the room to get a good glimpse of all the guests. In amongst all these lecherous creatures, the room should feel crowded. But seeing as they were all strangers, ruffians, the general scum of the Galaxy, along with some other Hutts, she just felt alone. Not even the two droids she once associated with felt like good company, seeing as they had both been reengineered to serve Jabba. They were strangers to her too.
She felt a sharp tug on her collar and turned her head to see Jabba looking at her. "Don't look so glum, my lovely. This is a celebration of victory and a celebration of you my princess. Everyone is fascinated by you my love. I will allow to leave for a bit to look outside." Jabba said to the enslaved Princess.
Leia couldn't help but widen her eyes in excitement, which she quickly masked. She'd jump at the opportunity to at the very least look at the outside world but the question was what Jabba wanted in exchange.
Pleased with Leia , Jabba gave a light smile as he gave her an order. "Kiss me. On my lips."
Leia's excitement drowned as quickly as it had resurfaced. She was eager to have a look outside but was it really worth submitting to the Hutt in such a way? Was it worth giving him the satisfaction?
Eventually she resolved that it was worth it, besides it was just a kiss after all. With slow steady movements, Leia made her way in front of Jabba and puckered her lips, pressing them lightly on his slime-coated ones.
The one to pull back was actually Jabba, who from what Leia could tell looked rather disappointed. "A poor excuse for a kiss." He muttered as he began to turn his head away. Thinking quickly, Leia pressed her hands into the flabby folds of her master's chin and gave him a long and passionate kiss. She hated every millisecond of it, her lips pressing against her master's drooling ones, but internally she knew she had to do this.
When she separated, she bit back the gag she could feel building up, and tried her best to stare submissively into those reptilian eyes. Jabba gave her both a satisfied smile and a cruel chuckle. "I am pleased, my lovely. Go, gaze while you still can." He said to her as he loosened his grip on the chain, giving her just enough slack to barely make it to the window on the other side of the room. Leia gave a slight nod of her head before turning and walking to the window, forever mindful of the lustful glances she would receive on the way there. Luckily though, no-one decided to touch her.
She reached the window and felt her collar tighten. As her throat constricted she turned her head to look at Jabba, assuming that he was pulling on it to bring her back to him. But when she looked, she saw his attention had returned to other slave girls. She had reached the end of the chain's length, she couldn't move any further away from him.
Thankfully though, she was able to gaze out the window, and even place her hand on the wall beside it. She gazed at the vast landscape looking as glum.
She longed to be out there, having freedom to explore and be a free woman. No words of comfort or smiles of encouragement, just to be in their presence would feel wonderful. She wouldn't even need to be out of that horrid outfit and in something more appropriate, she didn't care about that.
"Hey stranger." She heard a familiar voice speak to her. Leia turned her head and saw Lyn, wearing her blue outfit that showed some skin. Leia saw no point in conversing with her, not that she actually could, and just decided to ignore her.
"Adjusting well, I presume?" Lyn asked when Leia didn't answer, placing a hand on her shoulder and softly pressing her body against Leia's. "Started feeling the pleasure yet?"
Leia did nothing to indicate a response to the red-headed minx pressing into her side. She just kept her eyes glued to the Tatooine landscape.
Lyn was starting to get impatient with her, and vented her frustration by cupping Leia's chin and pulling it so they could both make eye contact. "What's wrong? Got nothing to say? After everything I have done for you, you give me the silent treatment?" She asked incredulously.
Leia continued to show no emotional response to her. She felt Lyn loosen her grip on her chin and with a silent "harrumph", she turned her head back to face the window.
Lyn briefly shook her head and was about to walk away, when she noticed how different her chain appeared from most other chains she'd seen Jabba's favourites wear. Recognizing it after a minute, she gasped in wonder. "Master gave you the special one!" She exclaimed as she gingerly placed her fingers on it. Like a toddler holding a toy for the first time, she memorised how it felt in her hands and imagined what it would feel like to have it around her own neck. "You know what that means, don't you?" She asked Leia as she returned her hand to Leia's shoulder and pressed herself into her side. "You're Jabba's most precious slave! He's never going to let you go!"
All Leia did in response was shake her head lightly. Lyn said that like it was a good thing. It was clear to Leia that Lyn was too far gone to see how truly grotesque a creature such as Jabba was.
"I heard that you Master might also be getting another chain like this one." Lyn continued to speak. "But much more beautiful. More fitting for a princess."
Were she capable of using her voice, Leia would have reminded her that princesses usually weren't chained up or forced to wear skimpy gold bikinis. Or enslaved to a Hutt for that matter.
"Well, I'll be going now. So many people to seduce, so little time. We'll talk again soon, princess." Lyn told her as she kissed her cheek tenderly. Lyn left her side and Leia remained where she stood, gazing longingly at the landscape.
Wanting her back in his presence, Jabba forcefully yanked on her chain. "Return to me, my lovely." He called out to her.
Leia merely glared at him before turning her head back to continue gazing outside.
Jabba could only laugh at her misguided pride. He looked at his submitted slave in his arms and she looked at him expectantly and submissively. "Be prepared to catch her." He ordered one of the slave girls. She smiled and nodded her head in understanding, taking a single step backwards to make room for Leia.
Jabba put his back into making a much harder pull of the chain, one that Leia couldn't resist with even her greatest strength. Leia choked on the collar as it pulled her backwards and she ended up running toward her Hutt master to relieve the pressure around her aching neck, her grunts of pain and discomfort silenced by the chain. The guests lustfully looked at Leia as she ran to her master, her rear silk skirt flowing behind her exposing her buttocks completely as she ran, while her front skirt flowed in between her legs bellowing behind. Her small bikini top jiggled up and down as she ran slightly exposing her nipples. As everyone looked at the enslaved princess. Running past the guests, one of them slapped her exposed butt as she ran to Jabba, while others did everything they could to have a slight touch of the nearly naked Leia. Some had a chance to have a feel of her exposed back that exposed her birthmark on her lower right back, while others touched parts of her arms, shoulders, legs, breasts, and one had a feel through her front silk skirt touching her cameltoe.
Out of instinct to save her face and torso from colliding into Jabba's belly, Leia reach out with her hands and pressed them into his slimy flesh, supporting her upper body as he pulled her closer. She was about to recoil when she felt two soft hands with sharp fingernails on her back, just beneath her shoulders. When she also felt the soft plumpness of a woman's breasts also press into her back, she knew it was one of the slave girls.
The Gala Part 2
Her attention was then focused on the leering Hutt in front of her. She couldn't help but lose herself when staring into those orange reptilian eyes, studying her face and body at every opportunity they could.
He opened his mouth and his slime-coated tongue proceeded to give her cheek yet another horrid lick. Leia still turned her head and scowled in response. For whatever reason, it didn't feel as bad as it did when he first licked her. By absolutely no means was she finding it pleasant, but she did wonder if perhaps her body was just getting used to it.
"Don't stay away for too long my lovely. I hope you truly appreciate me." Jabba slurred to her. Although lecherous in it's nature, it almost sounded affectionate at the same time. Raising his goblet to her face, he spoke again. "A toast, to the princess." He announced. Everyone cheered and laughed in mockery of Leia.
Feeling her voice come back, she couldn't help the glare that she sent his way. Knowing why he was presenting the slime-coated goblet to her, she flared her nostrils to keep her nerve and used her voice for the first time in a long while. "To the princess." She said monotonically. To her relief, Jabba didn't force her to repeat it like she meant it, and proceeded to bring the rim of the goblet up to her lips.
She could immediately smell the strong flavour of the alcohol within the goblet, and the first thing she tasted when it pressed against her open lips was Jabba's slime on the rim. She held firm and decided to get this ordeal completed quickly, and so she opened her mouth wide to take in the heavy Huttese mixture. It tasted foul initially, but it seemed to get better he more she tasted it.
She quickly realized that Jabba was angling the goblet more and more. He alcohol was pouring faster than she could drink it. Eventually, the goblet went downwards and overflowed Leia's mouth, spilling down her cheek and dropping into her bosom.
Looking to Jabba, who she had noted had his eyes glued on where the alcohol had spilled to, she wondered if he had done that intentionally or not. She felt the slave girl guide her upwards so Jabba's face could meet her breasts, and predictably, Jabba proceeded to lick the fine alcohol off her peer breasts. All Leia could do was gasp silently as Jabba had stopped willing her voice, and feel the slight waves of pleasure from Jabba's wet tongue.
"You belong to me my lovely." She could hear Jabba slur between licks. "You will always belong to me."
Leia closed her eyes as Jabba took full advantage of her. She couldn't help but feel miserable.
Artoo meanwhile was having a merry time, rolling about the gala room, quietly announcing his presence to all he passed so that they could grab themselves a drink from him. The droid was happily chirping with every roll he took, and was sure to refill any glasses that were presented to him. Having the proper etiquette for such a task hard-wired into him with the upgrades, he never bumped into anything or anyone, and could move quickly about the barge without spilling a single drop of the fine alcohols.
When passing Jabba's dais, he reserved the heavier mixtures just for him, and dutifully refilled his Master's goblet every half an hour. At one point Salacious even climbed on top of him for a ride, wrapping his tail around Artoo's tap with his mouth on the nozzle. Artoo, knowing what the jester was doing, proceeded to squirt the alcohol into the Kowakian Monkey Lizard's mouth, earning a happy cackle and a playful tapping for a job well done.
Threepio, having been told by Jabba himself that he won't be needed for translating until the main event started decided to simply converse with his fellow servants. The other droids were lovely to have a pleasant chat with, the Bounty Hunters mostly kept to themselves, and Jabba's harem were all polite and welcoming, even flirting slightly, despite him being a droid. It was in their nature to be flirtatious 24/7.
Threepio was right about to bump into Artoo, before Artoo bleeped a loud warning to the Protocol Droid in order to stop him. Threepio looked down at the former Astromech and was delighted. "Artoo! Good to see you again!"
Artoo responded that he was glad to speak with Threepio again too.
"My congratulations for your upgrades by the way, the tap and the tray suit you, I must say." Threepio told him as he admired Artoo's new main tool.
Artoo thanked him and told him how complete he felt with them. He then proceeded to tell Threepio in turn that the Desilijic Symbol on his chest suited him as well.
Threepio turned to look at it, lightly stroking it with the tips of his fingers. "I think so too. I still can't get over the fact that we both serve his excellency!" Threepio practically gushed. "And the ones that planned to take his life are getting the rightful punishment they deserve."
Artoo agreed with Threepio. Voicing his horror that he was ever involved with the Jedi or his companions.
"Oh I know! I could scarcely believe it myself!" Threepio shared his horror with his friend.
Artoo went on to say how grateful he was that 9D9 could cleanse them of the filth their former masters stained them with, and graced them with the bliss of serving Jabba instead.
"Don't you worry my friend, I remind her everyday how grateful we both are." Threepio assured him.
Artoo mischievously suggested a few ways Threepio could show his gratitude even further.
"Oh shush you!" Threepio playfully bantered. Artoo bleeped a chuckle and went about his duties.
Jabba's dais had moved towards the center of the room where Leia had been standing at just a few moments earlier. Leia was still intrigued by the repulsive lift technology the dais possessed, still able to move about the room even with the bloated Hutt on top of it.
She had been forced to return to her sitting position on the base of his tail. A dancer had been allowed to leave Jabba's 's side and stand just within arms reach of him, getting a better view of the scene that was about to occure. Leia was about to join her, when a quick warning tug on her chain made her look into Jabba's disciplinary eyes. "You still need to learn your place, my lovely. Consider this punishment for not returning to your rightful place when beckoned to." Jabba told her, referring to when she'd glared at him earlier.
Leia did nothing to hide her disappointment. It would be just like with Luke's death, she'd be forced to have very little perspective and she would have to rely on other people's reactions as to what was going on. After a brief moment of nothing commencing, she saw Threepio hurry towards Jabba's side, picking up a microphone from a nearby stand and using it to address the guests.
"Guests of his excellency, the Great Jabba the Hutt hopes that you are enjoying this special event as he has a special performance for everyone. Threepio announced to everyone. And worst of all, she was enslaved to the bloated Hutt as his prize trophy. How far she had fallen . . .
Leia was the only one silent in the whole room, a single tear running down her cheek and her lip slightly quivering. It was truly taking all her nerve to not break down into a ball and let the tears flow at that very moment.
The band was playing a catchy song, the guests were drinking, enjoying the music and watching the dancing, the slaves of Jabba's harem were dancing around the room, and Jabba himself was moving his bulbous body to the beat of the catchy tune, all while keeping his orange eyes on the beautifully lithe Twi'lek who was stealing the show with her wonderful moves.
Threepio was altogether giddy with everything he saw. His Master was happy, his master's guests were happy, just about everyone here was happy. Jabba's secondary Palace was indeed a place beyond perfect. He noticed that the guests had many alcoholic drinks in their hands, provided by a few other droids and more of Jabba's slaves.
As he looked to where most of the focus in the room had been gathered towards, he realized dancer was actually the only one in the room not mildly happy. He knew it from the lack of a smile or a cheerful disposition on her face. Instead she looked fearful, nervous, even depressed, like she had no choice bu to do the rather erotic dance she was performing.
And he wasn't wrong. The dancer indeed felt no pride or happiness in what she was doing. She did enjoy dancing, it was always her favourite thing to do as a child, and she had so much fun showing off her skills, but she never imagined or intended for it to be for a Hutt, let alone a full crowd of lecherous brutes that associated themselves with gangsters such as her Hutt master.
The music of the catchy song came to a close and the dancer finished her erotic dance to thunderous applause, as did Jabba's other harem girls. She was about ready to return to her place and rest, but Jabba and the guests didn't want the party to end just yet.
"Ah, do that again!" Jabba's powerful voice showed everyone that he was clearly not done seeing the dancers danced so erotically. The guests of the room certainly weren't complaining, especially seeing as it meant they got to ogle and cheer for Jabba's beautiful harem as they continued to entertain them. The slave dancer stifled a huff as she got ready to dance again.
Joh Yowza, the Yuzzum performer of the Max Remo band began a Huttese countdown. When Rappertunie started playing a song, Yowza quickly voiced his disapproval and told the band to perform a different song instead. Now that the band had caught on, he counted again. "Koo, Nee, TANG!"
The musicians of the band then burst into a fantastically-upbeat song that reinvigorated the energy in the room. Sy Snootles, the lead-singer of the band, snag in perfect harmony with the music and did justice to the song itself with her lovely voice. Singing and dancing backup behind her, Jabba's two slaves Rystall, Greeata, did wonderfully as well, adding to the splendor of the performance.
Unable to contain himself, Jabba tugged lightly on her chain to get his slave's attention.
Leia was reflecting on her life. As the memories of the pleasure she had willingly received finished washing over it was almost immediately followed by a wave of shame.
Tears welled in her eyes and threatened to break free as her mind continued to whirl around these thoughts. It had not been the first time Jabba had taken her, but before she had always fought him. Jabba always had to take her by force to satisfy his perverse lust. Now she had given the most intimate part of herself to him willingly, consensually, and worst yet she had enjoyed it. Enjoyed it more than anything else she had in her life.
Jabba had taken the last thing she had held onto in this hellish palace and the last of her dignity and innocence was now gone. Leia tried to focus on how much she hated him for what he had done, while at the same time desperately wanting him to do it again. She hated him and yet . . .
Jabba turned his attention to his little pet lying in front of him, her face hidden in shame and a single tear crawling down her cheek. Jabba took the tear with the tip of his pudgy finger. Leia's eyes opened and they followed the hand as it rose up to her masters lips, where he licked the tear off of that one finger.
"Why do you cry my lovely?" Jabba asked her. "Do you not enjoy our time together?"
Jabba knew the answer. He always knew the answer to every question he asked her. And Oola knew the answer herself; it was the most pleasurable experience she'd ever known. It always was, and she hated herself for feeling that way when a Hutt was involved with it. She had been with other men before, even a Gamorrean once, but all other experiences paled in comparison to those she shared with her Master. She couldn't deny it to herself, so she saw no point in denying it to him either.
Jabba laughed lightly as he cupped her chin and brought her face up to his again. "You do not have to be ashamed about it my lovely. It is only natural that you feel such pleasure with me, you were always meant to. You always will." Jabba told her, delicately lowering himself to her and bringing her body higher up with both his bare hands. "All you have to do is submit. You will want for nothing, never be sad or ashamed again; I will make you happy for the rest of your life." Jabba promised her.
"Return to your place by my side, my lovely. Continue to look pretty for my guests." Jabba commanded her.
The party went on for hours on end Leia sat by her master's side the entire time throughout the night.
The Restful Night
When she focused, she could see the forms of a few creatures; furry lizard-like creatures that had their claws sunken into the tree's trunk. She had never seen their likeness before, she couldn't even guess what they were called.
Jabba had apparently noticed how much attention she was giving the crevice, and chuckled to bring her attention back to him. Leia turned her head slightly to look at him, and was met with his sinister smile. "Admiring the Ysalamiri? Useful creatures, Jabba said to her.
And alarmed Leia looked back up to the Lizard-like creatures. Those were Ysalamiri? The blockers of the Force? She had heard of them before, but believed they could never be found outside their Homeworld. Jabba had a bunch of them right above his Main Audience Chamber, and noticed them around the gala room, enough to prevent any Jedi from using their powers inside the
room.
"I'm sure my lovely is very tired, just as we all are." Jabba announced to everyone in the room. "Let us rest and continue the festivities in the morning. My newest slave needs rest." He promised. Leia, not able to use her voice, couldn't voice her protestation. Jabba, with his hands still on her belly, pulled her down to sit on the cushions just in front of his belly on the dais. One of the slave girls quickly approached her, telling her quietly the best position for her to assume, not that any of them Leia had tried helped. Leia huffed and complied, finding a position that was relatively comfortable for the time being.
The occupants all found a place on the ground to rest, while Jabba remained where he lounged. The slaves returned to the harem and the servant droids made their way back to the Boiler Room.
Leia could have sworn she saw Artoo roll his way to the Boiler Room with the other servant droids, but she saw him for barely half a second, she couldn't be sure it was him. She also noted that Melina had moved to sit beside the Kawakian Monkey Lizard, lying her whole body on Jabba's large long tail.
"Hey pretty pretty!" She heard the aforementioned tiny brown creature jitter to her. The serum was still translating for her, the high-pitched jitters still in her ears, but the Basic words popping up in her mind just as soon as he said them. You slut! Huehuehuehahaha!"
Leia, very insulted by the perverse little thing, kicked him squarely in the chest. Salacious screeched at the pain and yelled at her. "Hey! No! You slave! Me better than you! You no do that, slut!"
A lot of the audience that was asleep starting looking at what was occurring, keeping silent.
A painful and sharp tug from her chain caused Leia to stop breathing. She rasped as she looked up into Jabba's angry eyes, staring right into her soul. "You will not harm your betters kahnkee. I am your Master, and he is your superior. Apologise!" Jabba said as he released her, giving her voice back to her again.
After catching her breath, Leia looked at the Kawakian Monkey Lizard, who was waiting impatiently for her to speak. "Go on! Hurry up! Say sorry! Say sorry!" He said to her.
Leia just scowled at him. "If you ever insult me again, I'll - urk!" Leia choked as Jabba violently pulled on her chain again, his spare hand pressing Leia down so he could strangle her even more. Leia was suffocating, and just as she was on the brink of passing out, Jabba released her. Leia collapsed against Jabba's greasy skin as she inhaled and exhaled in great amounts.
"Obey me, slave. Apologise!" Jabba told her, his face displeased and on the brink of going even further if she dared refuse.
Leia took a brief moment to collect herself before looking at Salacious again, the little creature still encouraging her to make amends. With one final exhale, she looked him square in the eyes. "I'm sorry." She said through gritted teeth. A lighter tug from Jabba told her that she had to say it like she meant it. "I'm truly sorry for kicking you. It was wrong of me, I beg your forgiveness." She said more sincerely, though she hated herself for saying it.
Salacious responded with another series of cackles. He found it hilarious that a high-ranking individual such as herself was forced to say sorry to him. A princess just said sorry to him! "That good! And you no do it again!" He jittered to her.
The guests that had woken due to the incident went back to sleep
Satisfied with his pet, Jabba stroked Leia's shoulder as she began to get as comfortable as she could with his presence. With Jabba's steady heartbeat in her ear, and Jabba's skin acting a slimy but soft pillow and mattress all in one, the princess was eventually lulled to sleep. She was exhausted after all, she'd been awake for almost 20 hours; the night before along with the trip to the pod race, the meeting Jabba had along with the long even gala she was I need of sleep. So when she fell asleep at long last, it was a deep slumber.
So deep in fact that she didn't feel Jabba's hand continue to stroke her shoulder as she went into unconsciousness. Jabba was admiring her sleeping form, memorising everything about his slave princess, her every curve, the size of her assets, the colour of her hair, the feel of her skin, and with the costume and makeup helping emphasise her radiance, she seemed absolutely perfect.
He had begun rubbing the tip of his tail against the princess's leg, and slowly inching it closer and closer toward her skirts, in an attempt to sneak underneath them and the small crescent moon skirt plate hid what was underneath.
His hand went from rubbing her shoulder to her breast, his slimy hand easily squeezing its way inside her bikini. While the strings did make it incredibly and uncomfortably tight for the princess, they were also elastic, and wouldn't snap from pressure as easily as one might think. His hand enveloped the entire mound of pleasurable flesh, and he lightly squeezed as if to test it. He did so slowly and softly, so as not to rouse the sleeping princess from her slumber.
His tail had made its way under her skirts and began poking around, getting an idea about the shape of her inner thighs. He followed the ridges of her legs until he found the outline of his prize. Before proceeding, Jabba willed the chain to give Leia her voice back, wanting to hear her reaction to his next action. With slow and gentle movements, his tail went inside it and moved against it, pleased to feel the barrier of innocence still there.
Jabba smiled when a tired and disgusted groan came from his slave's closed mouth. He bit back the impressed and lecherous laugh he was about to perform and recoiled his tail ever so slowly, returning it to rubbing her legs and hips. His hand left her breast and allowed the bra to slide back into place over it. He switched the chain from his left hand to his right, as that was his more dominant hand, and drifted off to sleep.
He was truly pleased with Leia . Both tests had performed wonderfully, it was the perfect response he could have ever asked for. He smiled in his sleep as he knew Leia would be his most satisfying slave yet.
The Next Morning
The Palace was quiet in the early hours of the day, though not deathly silent. The snores and the light breathing of all the Palace occupants produced small peaceful noise within the Gala room.
Jabba, as always, lounged on his dais with his eyes shut and his mouth slightly agape, plenty of slime still sliding from his lips and his nose. His hand was grasped around the chain, holding it very strongly even when unconscious. His mind pleasing his sleeping form with a lovely dream about Leia.
Leia was lying just in front of Jabba's belly, the cold air of the Tatooine night constantly interrupting her attempts of sleep. As tired as she was, she couldn't fall asleep again as Jabba's tail was rubbing her leg ever so gently. She didn't dare move, as it would likely awaken her new master and he would be most displeased if his sleep was interrupted. And she would be the one to receive his ire.
She didn't appreciate the grotesque feeling of Jabba's tail on her leg, or how softly it stroked her, almost as if it was an intimate gesture. Worse still, it seemed to want to inch it's way up her thigh and proceed to her more feminine areas. She decided to place her hand right in between the tail and her leg, preventing it any access whatsoever, though not preventing it's gentle stroking.
She still couldn't believe her misfortune. The man she loved was dead along with her friends and worst of all, she was enslaved to a Hutt, dolled up for his pleasure, silenced, collared and chained to him.
Her sad thoughts stopped when she heard a cooing noise coming from behind her. She turned to look at the source and found that Salacious Crumb was awake now, his head alarmingly close to her thigh. She was disgusted to find that he appeared to be sniffing the area! She was about to back away from him and possibly even kick the Kawakian Monkey Lizard away again, but then she remembered what had happened last night, the collar and chain around her neck Jabba had used to torture her with. Her neck still ached, and she fears there might have been a bruise there now. With a collar-silenced grumble, she found she had no choice but to tolerate his presence. The perverted little Court Jester continued to sniff and stare around her thigh, knowing she couldn't move from her position and taking full advantage of it.
Behind Salacious, Leia could see Melina half asleep, her back fully pressed into Jabba's greasy flesh and a smile of pure content on her face as her hands lightly rubbed his skin, similar to how his tail was rubbing Leia's leg.
Leia shook her head, still unable to comprehend how someone like Melina could think of someone like Jabba as a wonderful master. Sure, Threepio thought that way, but he had been reprogrammed to. But Melina, she'd come to regard Jabba that way on her own. That's what it appeared to be like anyway.
As time went by she began to hear another noise, the voice of one Bib Fortuna, sounding annoyed as he seemed to be arguing with somebody. Even with the translation serum, she couldn't hear the conversation clearly. But her attention was bought when a familiar voice replied to Bib. "I must speak with Jabba."
A member of the rebel alliance had come.
She sat up slightly and gave the conversation her full attention, concentrating all her efforts on hearing what they were saying.
"Are you daft?" Bib asked him before turning around to look into the Gala room, relieved to see Jabba still asleep. He turned back to look at the rebel. "My master wants nothing to do with you. No bargain!" Bib told him, adamant in obeying his master's commands.
"You will take me to Jabba, now!" the rebel whispered. Leia could tell he was trying to convince Bib to let him in, and she wished desperately she could tell him about the Ysalamiri above Jabba's dais.
Leia had some hope that she would be saved.
Bib Fortuna just scoffed and shook his head at the Rebel. "Get out, or I'll have you killed." He threatened him with a harsh whisper. He turned around and went back into the Gala room, hoping that the rebel would just leave.
Sensing his presence, a number of guards began to awaken, the sounds of a few yawns and grunts echoing about the room as they got ready for whatever business this newcomer was here for.
Joining the room, Leia sat up straight with the poise of a princess. Even in this indignant slave outfit she was going to show her confident side when in the presence of the rebel.
From under the hood, the Rebel couldn't help himself as his eyes roamed over Leia's exposed body. He couldn't lie, he had always found her attractive, from the first day he saw her give one of her speeches to the rebels he could only ever describe her as beautiful. With the golden slave outfit accentuating her natural beauty, he had a sudden difficulty on concentrating.
Leia tried to indicate for the rebel to look upwards with her eyes alone, not wanting to incur the wrath of Jabba's many guards. But rebel seemed to be distracted by her luscious body. She found herself cursing her predicament even more so than before.
Threepio noticed the stranger stand in the middle of the room. He appeared to be a human, covered from head to toe in a large black cloak with a hood. Threepio instantly believed this man to be troublesome, and silently prayed that the rebel would deal with him.
Bib Fortuna had been completely unaware that the rebel had followed him. When he saw that many of the rooms occupants were looking his direction, he turned around to find the rebel standing there, his hands clasped together and facing Jabba himself. "I told you to get out!" Fortuna yelled at the rebel in annoyance before he could stop himself.
An audible groan came from the opening maw of Jabba the Hutt as he woke up from his rather pleasant dream. Leia felt the grip on the chain tighten, and an increase in the rate of which Jabba's tail was rubbing her leg.
Bib Fortuna turned to give his master an apologetic look, before quickly bowing in respect and sorrow. "Forgive me my liege, I didn't mean to . . . "
Who is this?" Jabba growled, his eyes focusing now on the rebel in the room.
Bib Fortuna turned to look at the revel, fixing the hooded man with a scornful glare. "He's a rebel friend of Leia's." Bib told his master before spitting on rebels feet. The rebel showed no reaction whatsoever.
Threepio raised his head in surprise. This man was a rebel. He knew his Master could handle this on his own.
Jabba's angry eyes switched quickly between both his Major-domo and the rebel. "I told you not to admit anyone that is connected to my princess, Fortuna!" He said accusingly.
Bib turned to look at Jabba again. "I tried to stop him excellency, but . . . "
"I must be allowed to speak." The rebel's monotone voice stopped the conversation in its tracks. Hoping that a stronger push might succeed where it failed before.
Bib could only look at him incredulously. "You're insane!" He remarked.
"He's a weak-minded fool." Jabba added to Bib's remark. Salacious chirped a laugh at what was going on around him. "He's trying to use that old Jedi-mind trick." Jabba belched a laugh, which echoed about the room.
"You will free Captain Solo from the and you will bring the Wookiee to me, along with the princess!" the rebel told him threateningly as he stepped closer, attempting to use his powers on Jabba himself.
Jabba could only laugh at the rebel 's feeble attempts. Leia looked at the rebel desperately, mentally telling him to just fight and free her from the monstrosity.
Your powers have no affect over me, boy, Solo and the Wookie are dead!" Jabba told him forcefully, pulling on Leia's chain to emphasise his point.
"Nevertheless, I'm taking the princess and her friends." The rebel said as he foolishly took another step forward, standing right over the trap door leading to the Rancor Pit below. The others in the room noticed too, awaiting for the excitement to come. "You can either profit by this, or be destroyed. It's your choice but I warn you not to underestimate me." The rebel told him.
Jabba snarled at the cockiness this rebel scum displayed. He seemed to think that he was the one with all the power, when he couldn't be more wrong. Of all people in this room, this palace, this planet, Jabba was the most powerful being on all of Tatooine.
Threepio was being dutifully silent as he knew his master could handle this rebel scum, but he secretly hoped he would take advantage of the rebel's idiocy and drop him to the Rancor below.
"There will be no bargain, young rebel!" Jabba growled as he roughly pulled on Leia's leash, earning a gasp of surprise from the enslaved princess. She breathed again as Jabba loosened the chain by a small amount, her eyes alone showing her annoyance with Jabba.
In his place where he had planned to be waiting for his arrival, he instead saw another one of the Gamorrean Guards. The chieftain of them too, from the look of him.
"I shall enjoy watching you die." Jabba told him, his anger replaced with a cockiness that outmatched even rebel's own. While Jabba gave one of his foreboding laughs, the rebel dramatically pulled a gun from the holster of a guard that was standing next to the Gamorrean. But to the rebels's surprise, the gun stayed stuck within it's holster.
At this, Jabba chortled ever louder, lightly tugging Leia's chain in the process. "You learn nothing rebel scum. You have no power here, only DEATH!" He bellowed as he quickly pressed the button to release the trap door, sending Luke falling into the pit below, and resealing the door quickly afterwards.
Leia audibly gasped as she saw the rebel fall into the pit. She tried to pull her body over it to get a better look, only to be restrained by Jabba holding tightly on the chain, more chortles escaping his drooling lips. Melina had also grabbed hold of her shoulders to bring her back dutifully into her master's flesh. Salacious was happily giggling beside her, both his hands on Jabba's tail and freedom enough to get a good view.
As the rebel fell out of the chute, he ended up landing on his hand, breaking it with a loud crack. He groaned in pain as the cells still detected pain and held it close to his chest with his other hand. Rising to his feet as he looked up to see that there was a barred viewpoint to the Audience above.
As Jabba laughed in anticipation of what entertainment awaited himself and his guests, Leia was having difficulty finding her breath. With the collar pressing into her neck and the stress of all that was going on around her, she wasn't sure she could handle it. She could hear Jubnuk next to her, giving his own oink-ish laugh of amusement. Leia glared at the pig-like creature, and he proceeded to laugh in her face. She wished he had fallen in the pit with the rebel, but it seemed fate had other plans.
She then felt the dais move, proceeding forward so Jabba could watch the game of cat and mouse below. Leia tried to push away from Jabba's flesh, but then Melina went from her shoulders to her neck and breasts, pushing her further into Jabba's slime. When the dais finally approached the viewpoint, Melina let go, stepping away from Leia and sitting on the dais next to Salacious so she could get a better view, though she still kept one hand affectionately rubbing Jabba's tail.
Leia tried to join them, but found Jabba's grip to be too strong for her. She would be forced to watch from there, with a limited view, while Jabba's hulking form towered over her. He would see everything.
"Chant with me!" Jabba told her as she felt her voice come back. Like a crowd in a stadium, all in the room began to chant in both Basic and their respective languages; "Kill the Rebel! Kill the Rebel! Kill the Rebel! Kill the Rebel!"
At first, Leia didn't join in, suddenly terrified beyond anything. With a sharp warning tug from her master, Leia began to obey, slowly joining in the chanting, quietly and half-heartedly. "K-kill the rebel, kill the rebel . . . "
Jabba pulled on her leash even harder, causing her to give a great yelp. "LOUDER!" Jabba yelled at her.
Leia shed a tear as Jabba released her. "KILL THE REBELI! KILL THE REBEL!" She screamed, her voice cracking as she did so.
The rebel could somehow pick her voice out from amongst the dozens of others. He knew that she had no choice but to say those words, yet it caused such an unintentional amount of emotional pain within him. But it also left him confused; just who or, what, was going to "kill the rebel"?
His unasked question was answered with a loud mechanical clanging. He turned to look and saw an incredibly large door opening, even larger than the entrance to the Palace. Behind the door was a terrifyingly large creature, a hideous behemoth with insanely large claws and eyes that stared into rebel's very soul.
"Hoorah! The Rancor!" Threepio voiced his excitement at seeing the imposing beast be revealed. Several of Jabba's court stopped the chanting so they could instead cheer, before returned to chanting soon afterward. Leia exhaled in defeat when she saw the beast revealed. Her Master tugged on her leash again for not chanting, and reluctantly Leia continued to chant loudly with the rest of the crowd.
The beast stepped out of its resting cavern and roared, shaking the whole palace with its deafening cry. The rebel stepped back two steps, not wanting to be eaten by the gruesome thing. While still cradling his broken hand he looked up at the chanting crowd, or to be more specific, the bars that blocked him. In a single bound, the rebel used the power of the force to leap high up, quickly catching onto the rails with his one good hand.
The crowd stopped their chanting and instead gasped, surprised by the sudden acrobatic move of the rebel. But then after a brief moment they went back to chanting and laughing, seeing as rebel had no way of actually getting through the bars.
Leia took an opportunity to pull hard on her leash in an attempt to break free and at the very least touch rebel's hand, but Jabba was impossible to be caught off guard. When Leia pulled, so did he. All Leia achieved was an aching neck, and a purple bruise from so much pressure being placed on that area.
"Keep chanting!" Jabba ordered her, and Leia continued to chant as another tear crept its way down her cheek.
Kill the Rebel, kill the Rebel . . . " she sobbed.
"Jubnuk!" Jabba yelled in the Gamorrean's direction. Jubnuk nodded his understanding and walked closer to the bars, getting his axe ready.
The rebel looked up at the roof from his position, his mind moving fast as he strategised. He noticed the crevice for the first time and saw the Ysalamiri clung to the tree. That explained why his Force powers didn't work. But nonetheless it was a minor detail and he paid it no attention, instead looking back down at the Rancor and the room so he could figure a way out of this situation.
A violent chopping sound was heard above him and the rebel screamed as incredible pain erupted from his hand. He dropped from the rail and landed flat on his back, horror-stricken to see his fingers had been severed from his hand. He was too distracted by the missing fingers and the spouting blood to notice the large claws coming around him, gripping his body tightly and lifting him off the ground. He yelled as the grip very almost crushed him, and he looked upward to see the Rancor's wide open jaw, coming ever closer.
Jubnuk laughed as he took a step back, patting himself on the back for severing the rebels fingers. The crowd loved him for that, he could tell as they cheered when he chopped them and he got a few approving nods from his fellow Palace residents.
Leia had no choice but to continue chanting through it all, her expression sad and her voice not nearly as vibrant as the others. She saw the creature pick up the rebel and her whole body began to shake with true fear and horror, she couldn't believe this was really happening right in front of her. Salacious continued to laugh next to her, mocking her in his own sadistic way.
With the rebel's head and shoulders now inside the Rancor's mouth, the beast bit down and a horrible crunch could be heard as razor sharp teeth pierced through skin and bone. The chanting stopped altogether and was instead replaced with many cheers and whoops. The Rancor continued to feast on the rebel, finishing him off with but two more slow bites and swallowing the remains whole. It gave a loud burp as it walked it's way back to its hovel, it's work done and its stomach fuller than before.
The cheers and laughs about the room were so loud, they could practically be heard from outside the Palace. Every individual within the Gala room was filled with happiness and satisfaction at seeing the marvellous display below them, all except for one.
Leia was sobbing quietly to herself, her cries silenced due to Jabba not willing her voice, her hands covering her eyes to try and hide her tears. With the chain taut she couldn't lie down or curl up into a ball, but she didn't care. One of the rebels who had served her had just been eaten in front of her. She didn't care if it was un-princess like, she just wanted to cry.
Threepio had started conversing with his fellow servants, commenting on the show and agreeing with their judgements. Before 9D9 had been gracious enough to reprogram him he would have been very timid around these creatures. But with the reprogramming he was much more confident, and much more comfortable talking with the likes of bounty hunters and criminals.
Salacious was still laughing mockingly at Leia, jittering a few taunting words of cruelty at the enslaved princess. She tried to ignore him. Melina meanwhile had crawled her way next to Salacious and began to rub Leia's shoulder in mock comfort. Leia shook her hand away in a huff. Melina then proceeded to move right next to her and wrap her arms around Leia, pulling her head onto her shoulder.
"There there princess. Your former life is no longer. Soon you'll have no one left to think fondly of you, me, everyone in this room and your master ." She whispered as she kissed her cheek. "No one left to love, but your Master."
Melina" Jabba called her name. She looked up and saw one of his pudgy fingers pointing to his Snackquarium. Knowing what Jabba wished of her, Melina stopped comforting Leia and walked over to it, looking at the Klatooine Paddy Frogs that swam inside it. She reached inside and grabbed one with both her hands, careful not to let the squirming slimy creature escape her grasp. She turned to face Jabba and his mouth opened wide. She delicately placed the screaming creature inside her Jabba's mouth and Jabba gobbled it whole. He licked his lips in satisfaction, and his tongue brushed over Melina's hand in the process, as she had not moved them away. Melina then started to lick her Jabba's slime off her hands, her eyes flicking to Jabba's as she did so.
Jabba gave a satisfied smile to the dancer. He looked down to consider the princess chained and collared to him. She was crying quietly to herself for the loss of the rebel. It was a surprise to him, as he only half thought Leia would cry. For the most part his theory was that she'd retain her poise, perhaps shed a tear or two and then return to being emotionless. Her reaction was not totally unexpected, but it still surprised Jabba at how much she reacted in that way. The rebel's death had almost left her from a strong willed woman to a crying babe, and that also meant she was close to her breaking point.
Jabba's powerful mind then thought of something; if the death of one rebel caused tears, what would the death of two cause? Three all gone in one day. He imagined the possibilities and they all pleased him. Perhaps there was another way to break the princess. A quicker way.
Pulling on her leash to bring her closer, and rubbing her shoulder with his pudgy fingers, Jabba issued a command to his goons. "Bring forth the other two rebels we have. It's time I dealt with them.
Jubnuk nodded before making his way toward the dungeons, two other Gamorreans and a Weequay guard joining him.
Leia ceased crying immediately and looked up to give a shocked look to Jabba. The Hutt smiled down at her surprised face, amused at her shock. His hand went from rubbing her shoulder to stroking her chin and cheek. Leia just huffed and turned her head back to face the front. Jabba wouldn't let something like a simple head-turn stop him however; his hand continued to stroke the right side of her face, his fingers going in circles slowly and softly. When she recoiled the Hutt laughed and pulled her closer to his touch, his hand stroking her skin as it travelled down her neck to her chest. Leia hastily recoiled again but Bib was quick to restrain her. Melina offered her another one of her sickly-sweet smiles as Jabba's hand went inside the bikini and slid right on top of her breast, pressing and squeezing the supple mound.
When Jabba willed her voice back to her, Leia couldn't help the gasp that left her mouth. Jabba's hand was slimy to say the least, but the sheer size of it allowed it to grope her whole breast, as if it were a perfect fit. Worse still, the way he pressed it and squeezed it had caused a surprising amount of pleasure for her. It was clear that Jabba had lots of practice in this regard. It disturbed Leia how much her body was responding in a positive way to Jabba's advances. She felt Jabba stop willing her voice a moment later. He only wanted to hear the sound of her body's reaction, not her words.
Threepio, knowing that he would be needed for the rebels sake, made his way to Jabba's side so he could translate for him. On the way there he felt something small and moist brush against his arm. He turned and saw the super-extended tongue of Ghoel. The intellectual wall-mounted Wol Cabasshite had a worrisome look on his face.
What's the matter Ghoel? Is something wrong?" Threepio asked him. Ghoel responded with three more licks to Threepio's arm, as that was his way of communicating. Threepio understood everything he said and shook off his concerns. "Oh, I wouldn't worry Ghoel. I'm sure my Master knows what he's doing." He assured Ghoel before turning again and successfully making his way to Jabba's side.
The crowd begun to go into a ruckus as the other two rebels were hustled and bustled toward the very centre of the Gala Room. The rebels still looked beaten and broken,. Their uniform had been torn asunder, and there was an evident burn mark on his forehead. One of the rebel also had a bit of a limp in his step.
Seeing Leia lying in front of Jabba, the Hutt's hand literally inside her bikini, the rebel could feel nothing but pity for her. "I'm so sorry Leia." He said to her.
Leia shook her head at him, unable to use her voice without Jabba's approval. To her relief, Jabba's hand exited her bikini and signalled for everyone in the room to settle down. "Threepio, invoke the Sarlacc Sentence." He said to Threepio before his hand went back down to stroke Leia's back in circles.
"Of course, my Master." Threepio bowed before his owner, turning to address the filthy infiltrator and the rebels. "His Grand Omnipotence, the Exalted Jabba the Hutt, has decreed that you are to be executed immediately."
"Not one for patience, huh Jabba?"one rebel asked, trying to be as confidant be in his position.
Salacious cackled loudly at his question. "No, Jabba no patient, Jabba take what he wants!" He said more specifically to Leia, eyeing her skirt plates. Leia did what she could to ignore him.
"You will therefore be taken to the Dune Sea, and you will be cast into the Pit of Carkoon. The resting place of the All-Powerful Sarlacc." Threepio continued.
One of the rebels furrowed his brows. "What's a Sarlaac?" He asked.
Salacious laughed at the ridiculous question once again. Jabba meanwhile licked his lips in anticipation of their fate, tugging on Leia's leash. The princess just rolled her eyes, her back still being stroked by his hands.
"In his belly, you will find a new definition of pain and suffering, as you are kept alive for a thousand years, as it slowly digests you into nothingness." Threepio seemed all to happy to tell them that, almost in a sadistic way that 9D9 would.
One rebelled yelled his protestation with it all. "Don't suppose we could convince you to let us live?" the rebel asked Jabba, his confidence gone and his voice reeking of desperation.
Jabba belched a laugh at the cowering man. "I may . . . If you tell me where the Rebels are hiding." He said to one of the rebels, which Threepio translated.
Leia would have gasped if she were granted the capacity, and she looked to the rebels with pleading eyes, hoping that he wouldn't divulge that information.
Only to be punched in the belly by Jubnuk. winced just by witnessing the blow, and bowed his head in defeat. He'd already made his mind up, and he couldn't see any other way out of the situation. "Sullust. They're gathering near Sullust." He rasped.
Jabba gave a deep hearty laugh, which echoed about the room. Salacious hopped up from his position and climbed the large base of Jabba's tail, jittering something to Threepio before jumping back to his favourite spot on the dais. An amused Threepio addressed both rebels again. "The Humorous Jestor, Salacious Crumb, has announced that it is now official; you are the worst Bantha Fodder to ever exist in the galaxy!"
The insult was met with even more laughs, both in amusement and in mockery of the two prisoners. "Take them away!" Jabba ordered his guards. They obeyed and dragged the still-struggling rebels out of the chamber.
Jabba continued to laugh as he enjoyed his assured victory, pulling on a shocked Leia's leash and bringing her colliding into his flabby belly, landing with a quiet plop. Leia was about to pull away when she felt Jabba's hand on her shoulder, making its way to possess her breast again. She also felt his tail travel further up her body as it continued to rub her, going from her leg to her arm and the side of her belly. With Salacious' cackle in her ear, she tried her best to keep her eyes on both the rebels as they were dragged out the room, only for Lyn me to invade her line of sight with her beautiful face.
Leia tried to turn her head so she could get a better view, but then Lyn Me grasped both her cheeks with her hands and forced Leia to look upon her. "That head shake was the last interaction you'll ever have with them. Forget your old life, forget those two, they no longer matter. Memorise the names and the faces of your sisters, and our Master's guests. You're going to know them for the rest of your life, my sweet sister." She said in an oddly sincere voice to her. Leia couldn't exactly argue with her, as much as she wanted to.
Leia widened her eyes when Lyn Me suddenly puckered her lips and planted a lovely kiss on Leia's own. Leia was unable to move or recoil from her position due to being so restrained. She could feel the gentleness of Lyn Me's wet and glittered lips, and what surprised her most of all was how much she actually found it pleasant.
Jabba meanwhile had turned his attention back to Boba. "Fett, remain here with my mechanics and the Jawas and tell them what to do. I expect the task to be accomplished when I return."
Fett nodded his head a single time. "It will be done, your lordship." He said before leaving Jabba's side and standing in a corner of the room, staying out of people's way as they vacated the chamber.
It took Leia a moment to get her head back to reality, and when she opened her eyes again she only then noticed that Lyn Me had separated. She suddenly felt the dais move again, this time at a much faster pace. She looked to see where they were going and she saw that they were headed outside the chamber, but they were going through a different exit to the rebels
After winding through a few passageways large enough to fit the Hutt and his dais, Leia found herself inside what appeared to be a gigantic hangar, where a dormant hovercraft the size of a cruise ship lay waiting.
"Ooh! We ride! Ride Khetanna! Master's Sail Barge!" She heard Salacious jitter beside her, as the dais made its way aboard the giant vessel.
On the Sail Barge
The Dune Sea was what it's name implied, an endless and vast ocean of nothing but sand, sunshine, and death. No settlements, no oasis's, no real walks of life except for Banthas, and no real way of survival if a soul ever found their self lost in its endlessness.
It was here that Jabba the Hutt's large and powerful Sail Barge, the Khetanna, which had been rebuilt making it three times larger than his original fitting more people the Barge, was sailing its way towards its destination, floating just above the sand as if there were an expanse of water between the ground and the barge, and moving at a reasonable speed. Alongside it two skiffs sailed close by, one carrying a few of Jabba's guests, the other carrying a small group of his guards, plus his two prisoners.
Loud and lively music could be heard from within the confines of the imposing vessel, its hull vibrating with the bass of the tune and the excitement could be felt from its tempo, plus the various alien noises of happiness and enjoyment coming from its many occupants helped to indicate it was a rather pleasant voyage.
From inside the barge, one could say it was even more exciting than just hearing the noise outside. As the band happily created the rhythmic tunes for their audience to enjoy in the passing time, the droid's dutifully served food and drinks to their Master Jabba's guests. The guests were enjoying themselves as they rode towards the Sarlacc Pit, engaging in virulent conversation and taking in the delicious food and drinks served to them. It seemed everybody there was happy.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Every single occupant was enjoying the ride and the extravaganza, all except for one singular individual: Princess Leia, who was still dressed skimpily in her golden bikini, still chained to her Hutt Master, still enslaved to Jabba.
She sat on the base of her Master's tail, trying her best to focus on ignoring everything going on around her, but ultimately failing. She tried to take her mind anywhere but here, but her attention was constantly called upon by the pounding music and the numerous voices surrounding her. She could see Jabba and Melina's interactions from the corner of her eye, the dancer wrapped in the Hutt's slimy embrace, his hand holding a goblet filled with alcohol, and his arm keeping her close. Between all the licking and the giggling she could hear them whispering sweet nothings to each other. Or at least their equivalent of such things.
Leia still felt uncomfortable when around him. It seemed impossible to ever be out of skin contact with her Hutt master. The upside of sitting on the base of his tail was that the tip couldn't rub her leg anymore, but the downside was now her rear was moist due to the constant sliminess of his skin.
She briefly examined the room to get a good glimpse of all the barge's passengers. In amongst all these lecherous creatures, the room should feel crowded. But seeing as they were all strangers, ruffians, the general scum of the Galaxy, she just felt alone. Not even the two droids she once associated with felt like good company, seeing as they had both been reengineered to serve Jabba. They were strangers to her too.
Go, gaze at your friends while you still can." He said to her as he loosened his grip on the chain, giving her just enough slack to barely make it to the window on the other side of the room. Leia gave a slight nod of her head before turning and walking to the window, forever mindful of the lustful glances she would receive on the way there. Luckily though, no-one decided to touch her.
She reached the window and felt her collar tighten. As her throat constricted she turned her head to look at Jabba, assuming that he was pulling on it to bring her back to him. But when she looked, she saw his attention had returned to Melina. She had reached the end of the chain's length, she couldn't move any further away from him.
Thankfully though, she was able to gaze out the window, and even place her hand on the wall beside it. She gazed at her two friends on the skiff outside, their faces looking as glum as they did when they were sentenced to death. It wasn't like they had much to be cheerful about, no words of encouragement or reassurance could lift their spirits.
She longed to be out there, standing with them. No words of comfort or smiles of encouragement, just to be in their presence would feel wonderful. She wouldn't even need to be out of that horrid outfit and in something more appropriate, she didn't care about that. Just knowing she stood next to them within arms reach would boost her morale in an instant.
Wanting her back in his presence, Jabba forcefully yanked on her chain. "Return to me, my princess." He called out to her.
Leia merely glared at him before turning her head back to continue gazing at her friends, memorising their faces like it was the first time she saw them.
Jabba could only laugh at her misguided pride. He looked at his submitted slave in his arms and she looked at him expectantly and submissively. "Be prepared to catch her." He ordered her. She smiled and nodded her head in understanding, taking a single step backwards to make room for her.
Jabba put his back into making a much harder pull of the chain, one that Leia couldn't resist with even her greatest strength. Leia choked on the collar as it pulled her backwards and she ended up running toward her Hutt master to relieve the pressure around her aching neck, her grunts of pain and discomfort silenced by the chain.
Out of instinct to save her face and torso from colliding into Jabba's belly, Leia reach out with her hands and pressed them into his slimy flesh, supporting her upper body as he pulled her closer. She was about to recoil when she felt two soft hands with sharp fingernails on her back, just beneath her shoulders. When she also felt the soft plumpness of a woman's breasts also press into her back, she knew it to be Melina.
Her attention was then focused on the leering Hutt in front of her. She couldn't help but lose herself when staring into those orange reptilian eyes, studying her face and body at every opportunity they could.
He opened his mouth and his slime-coated tongue proceeded to give her cheek yet another horrid lick. Leia still turned her head and scowled in response. For whatever reason, it didn't feel as bad as it did when he first licked her. By absolutely no means was she finding it pleasant, but she did wonder if perhaps her body was just getting used to it.
"You know my lovely I like you by my side. When your two rebel friends are dead you will truly learn to appreciate me." Jabba slurred to her. Although lecherous in it's nature, it almost sounded affectionate at the same time. Raising his goblet to her face, he spoke again. "A toast, to the deaths of your friends." He announced.
Feeling her voice come back, she couldn't help the glare that she sent his way. Knowing why he was presenting the slime-coated goblet to her, she flared her nostrils to keep her nerve and used her voice for the first time in a long while. "To the deaths of my friends." She said monotonically. To her relief, Jabba didn't force her to repeat it like she meant it, and proceeded to bring the rim of the goblet up to her lips.
She could immediately smell the strong flavour of the alcohol within the goblet, and the first thing she tasted when it pressed against her open lips was Jabba's slime on the rim. She held firm and decided to get this ordeal completed quickly, and so she opened her mouth wide to take in the heavy Huttese mixture. It tasted foul initially, but it seemed to get better he more she tasted it.
She quickly realised that Jabba was angling the goblet more and more. He alcohol was pouring faster than she could drink it. Eventually, the goblet went downwards and overflowed Leia's mouth, spilling down her cheek and dropping into her bosom.
Looking to Jabba, who she had noted had his eyes glued on where the alcohol had spilled to, she wondered if he had done that intentionally or not. She felt Melina guide her upwards so Jabba's face could meet her breasts, and predictably, Jabba proceeded to lick the fine alcohol off her peer breasts. All Leia could do was gasp silently as Jabba had stopped willing her voice, and feel the slight waves of pleasure from Jabba's wet tongue.
Leia closed her eyes as Jabba took full advantage of her. She couldn't help but feel miserable.
Artoo meanwhile was having a merry time, rolling about the barge, quietly announcing his presence to all he passed so that they could grab themselves a drink from him. The droid was happily chirping with every roll he took, and was sure to refill any glasses that were presented to him. Having the proper etiquette for such a task hard-wired into him with the upgrades, he never bumped into anything or anyone, and could move quickly about the barge without spilling a single drop of the fine alcohols.
When passing Jabba's dais, he reserved the heavier mixtures just for him, and dutifully refilled his Master's goblet every half an hour. At one point Salacious even climbed on top of him for a ride, wrapping his tail around Artoo's tap with his mouth on the nozzle. Artoo, knowing what the jester was doing, proceeded to squirt the alcohol into the Kowakian Monkey Lizard's mouth, earning a happy cackle and a playful tapping for a job well done.
Threepio, having been told by Jabba himself that he won't be needed for translating until they had arrived, decided to simply converse with his fellow servants. The other droids were lovely to have a pleasant chat with, the Bounty Hunters mostly kept to themselves, and Jabba's harem were all polite and welcoming, even flirting slightly, despite him being a droid. It was in their nature to be flirtatious 24/7.
It was barely the start of the afternoon when the Khetanna at last arrived at its destination, it's passengers quieting down and moving to one side of the barge to see the goal of the long voyage: the Sarlacc Pit.
The skiff that carried the two prisoners doomed to eternal suffering now hovered just above said pit, a long plank extended for the prisoners sake and the guards dutifully guided them towards it. One of the rebels looked at the Sarlacc itself, and was intimidated by what he saw.
What immediately caught his eyesight was a massive eyeless beak, it's mouth open and it's blue tongue showing through its gaping lips, the bottom and upper jaw moving backwards and forwards in patterns as if begging for something to consume. Surrounding the beak were several tentacles coming out of the ground, most likely for leverage purposes.
Jabba's dais had moved towards the window where Leia had been gazing out of just a few moments earlier. Leia was still intrigued by the repulsive lift technology the dais possessed, still able to move about the room even with the bloated Hutt on top of it.
She had been forced to stand by her Master's side and stand just within arms reach of him, getting a better view of the scene below.
Leia did nothing to hide her disappointment. It would be just like with Luke's death, she'd be forced to have very little perspective and she would have to rely on other people's reactions as to what was going on. After a brief moment of nothing commencing, she saw Threepio hurry towards Jabba's side, picking up a microphone from a nearby stand and using it to address the prisoners.
"Victims of the Almighty Sarlacc! His excellency, the Great Jabba the Hutt hopes that you will die honourably. But should either of you wish to beg for mercy, then the Great Jabba the Hutt will now listen to your pleas." Threepio announced to the prisoners.
Artoo, being ever dutiful, and wanting to watch the rebels die, rolled his way to Jabba's side just between him and Threepio. He raised his tap to refill Jabba's glass, and Jabba allowed him a front row seat.
Leia saw them, and felt her heart drop even further. There was truly no hope now she had to watch two rebel about to die, and the two droids she had grown to care about completely reengineered and reset to serve Jabba. And worst of all, she was enslaved to the bloated Hutt as his prize trophy. How far she had fallen . . .
While one rebel remained completely silent, the rebel let out a few smart remarks, possibly trying to insult the Hutt. The crowd aboard the barge laughed at his poor attempt, even Jabba himself belched a good laugh. "Threepio." He said as he stopped laughing. Threepio, understanding his Master's meaning as to why he called him, presented the microphone to his Master's slimy lips. "Put him into position!" He slurred in Huttese.
The Weequay Guard on the skiff obeyed and pushed one rebel onto the plank, who was no longer struggling for he knew how pointless it would be. Everyone seemed to hold their breath as the suspense was building up.
"Put him in!" Jabba belched the order. The Weequay Guard behind the rebel prodded him with his spear, and the rebel was sent flying down into the Sarlacc's mouth, the horrible creature gobbling him down in a split second.
Everyone in the vicinity cheered and laughed as the rebel was gobbled up by the Sarlacc, even Artoo and Threepio joined in the laughter. Leia could only stare in horror at the display, all hope of escaping and ever being away from the Hutt now diminished. Jabba tugged on her leash to make sure her mind wasn't drifting away from the scenery.
"Now the other!" Jabba spoke into the microphone. The guards grabbed other rebel by the arms and pushed him towards the plank. It was rebel's own survival instincts that allowed him to catch himself into the plank before falling off the edge. He glanced nervously at the sight below him.
"Farewell." Jabba told him.
The rebel looked in the direction of the window where Jabba was no doubt residing. "Eat Wampa shit, slimeball!" He bellowed as he jumped off the plank to the side, landing not on the Sarlacc but on the sand next to it.
Some of the people on the barge and on the skiff were a bit alarmed, others were hardly worried since he was doomed anyway. Leia however seemed to regain some hope that perhaps rebel could escape, somehow manage to dodge the laser blasts and bring back reinforcements.
The rebel didn't realise how large a fall it truly was and wasn't prepared to hit the hot desert sand so roughly. He started to crawl his way up the dune . . . When something grabbed and began pulling at his leg. He turned to look at the source and saw that it was one of the Sarlacc's many tentacles, bringing him slowly towards the one thing he wanted so desperately to avoid. The sand he grabbed onto didn't offer any support and he could do nothing to prevent his impending doom.
Everyone in the vicinity was now laughing their heads off at the display. The foolish human had just ensured his own death without Jabba having to do or say anything. They started chanting and urging he Sarlacc on to finish off the idiot.
Leia was the only one silent in the whole room, a single tear running down her cheek and her lip slightly quivering. It was truly taking all her nerve to not break down into a ball and let the tears flow at that very moment.
The tentacle picked up its pace and the sand beneath the rebel slid from him as another tentacle joined in, both of them lifting the rebel up from the ground and right above the gaping mouth. With the crowd cheering, the rebel screaming, and a deep inhale from the Sarlacc itself, the tentacles dropped the rebel and he went headfirst into the large mouth of the creature. It seemed to chew and swallow him slowly to add extra pleasure from its latest meal. It made a rather loud belching noise as it did so.
The entire crowd gave one last laugh together as the party resumed. The skiffs were brought aboard and the passengers joined in the festivities. Artoo was quickly there to offer them all a drink.
Leia was pulled right into her Master's embrace as he laughed hysterically with his eyes tight shut. Unable to cope anymore, Leia broke down and let the built-up tears flow, whimpering silently as she did so. She hadn't felt this much pain inside since her Homeworld had exploded.
Jabba could hear her cries and stopped his laughter, opening his eyes to see Leia was perfectly overflowing with tears. He used his arm, which was wrapped around her arms and waist, to pull her even closer to him. While she fixed him with a mighty glare, he used his free hand to wipe her tears away, though they didn't help in drying her eyes. All it did was make them more damp due to the constant sliminess of his skin.
"Don't cry, my precious one. My possession of you is now ironclad. You have no chance of escape now, and you completely belong to me, my plaything." He started tormenting her further by licking her face and chest. "What's past is past. What's dead is dead. But the future, your future, is with me, my lovely. Leia . . . My Leia . . . " his voice passed into moans of pleasure as he kept tasting her lovely face.
Leia felt all the more distraught as she could do noting to resist Jabba's molesting. She couldn't use her voice to show her disgust, she couldn't struggle as she wasn't nearly as strong as he was, and she couldn't hope for any of this torment to end now that here was no-one left to rescue her. All was now lost, and she could do nothing but suffer in silence.
Melina watched all this happen from where she stood by the window. She was happy for Jabba kept his most recently submitted slaves around until he gained a new one but Leias was Jabba's most prized and beloved slave he had ever had.
Jabba's Palace
Later that evening . Leia gazed out the balcony at the huge, orange hills of sand took a deep breath of the hot (but amazingly fresh) air. She let the desert air, heated by Tatooine's twin suns. Leia leaned in towards the railing of the balcony and placed her arms against the frame.
The party was going on as she and Jabba stood at the balcony looking at the vast desert and the people in the city of Mos Espa.
Leia only came back to her senses when a nightmare sound interrupted her: the chain jangling. "Like what you see, Leia?" Jabba called behind her, and the chain tightened.
Determined to stay at the railing of the balcony for as long as possible, she twisted back and glared at the Hutt, who was within arms reach. While she stood still in front of him, Jabba was stroking her, from her shoulder down her arm with his pudgy hand and broad fingers.
He then moved his hand over her back down to her birthmark rubbing it gently in a circular motion. Leia was uncomfortable and as she tried to readjust her position Jabba's rubbing hand stroked her naked back.
It was then that Leia felt a slight tug on the chain that bound her to Jabba. It wasn't painfully hard, but the jerking of the leash seemed to remind the enslaved princess of exactly where she was and her attire. Staring at the locals out in the desert, covered from head to toe, it was a vast contrast to her slave outfit, which barely covered anything. It wasn't simply modesty that came to mind, but the way in which they had clothes covering them from the sand and desert heat seemed to inspire protection while hers was made to portray exactly the opposite. Glancing down again at herself, remembering how the gold bikini and leash symbolized her as a lowly slave, Leia just kept her head down and avoided making eye contact with some of the locals looking up at her while she was in that condition.
Jabba purred as he moved his hand to her rear, reaching under her rear skirt that only covered her butt crack. He used his fat finger to stroke her beautiful crack, slowly and deliberately.
Leia standing next to him, keeping her on a short tether. There was a slurping sound behind Leia, and Jabba tugged her chain, a silent reminder of her place.
Suddenly, she felt a slight cold breeze, causing her body to tighten up a bit from the cold, her breasts got firmer than they already were, her tight round butt cheeks clenched together reacting to the cold. Leia gazed outside ignoring Jabba's hand as he rubbed his hand over her buttocks.
Leia looked out seeing some Banthas roaming around she leaned slightly forward, only as far as she chain would let her go, gave a slight smile as she enjoyed seeing them roam free at their own expense. Jabba said something in a low, gleeful voice, and the chain jingled, feeling the cold chain against her naked back.
Moments later Jabba was back on the throne as Leia stood at the balcony alone.
A slight breeze made the rear silk skirt flutter every so often as the rear silk skirt only covered the crack of her butt cheeks, exposing her gluteus. Jabba's men would lick their lips in lust at the scantily clad princess. Leia could hear them mocking her and their catcalls, while talking about what a goddess of beauty she is. Some of the new guests talked about the design of her outfit. They enjoyed that the silk skirts were small in width, and only the width of an index finger and how the rear skirt only covered her crack while exposing the rest of her tight round bubble butt, while they noticed the front skirt, the same in length and width didn't cover anything and draped in between her inner thighs, and the hip fasteners as they exposed her hips, along with stating how they enjoyed the designs on the very small gold triangular crescent moon plates. That the front only covered her crotch and rear plate hung just a few inches above her butt crack, over hearing one of them saying the most vulgar things they would do to her.
Leia tried to ignore their comments about her, they were amazed at her outfit and could not stop looking at the nearly naked princess. One guest commenting on how her bra was just made up separate pieces exposing her hard firm breasts, but only covered her nipples, the guest came in close and touched the two black very thin strings that formed an X shaped across her back, feeling the cold sensation of his hand touching them.
Leia glared back at the guest in annoyance, as he told the others surrounding Leia that the strings were so thin that you can barley see them from a distance. They laughed while some had their drinks in their hands. Leia looked out the window seeing some Banthas roaming around. She leaned slightly forward, only as far as she chain would let her go, gave a slight smile as she enjoyed seeing them roam free at their own expense. Jabba said something in a low, gleeful voice, and the chain jingled, as she felt the cold chain against her naked as it was soon straightened, Jabba kept her on a very tight leash. Leia ignored it. Most of the men around her bet some credits Jabba would pull on her chain again this time harder, but a moment later the chain pulled slightly, and she turned and glared back at the drunken Jabba, still drinking, he mumbled something and chuckled; if anything, the tug was an accident, and Leia turned back . The men laughed at her degradation.
Leia peered out into the vast dessert, having missed seeing the bantha's a little longer due to Jabba harassing Leia. eing mocked at and called vulgar names to those around her. She turned back to peer out into the vast desert. One of the alien guests poked at her birthmark on her lower right back, then poking it again, Leia stares back at him not saying anything, just giving him an expression of annoyance. The men gathered around her laugh and mock her in amusement.
Leia was surprised Jabba had let her be alone this long.
Moments later, the drunken Jabba pulls on the chain again, with all his force, propelling her body backward, causing her to gag on the collar. She stumbles a little but manages to turn so she could see what was coming, not that she wanted to, running from across the palace room to Jabba .
Stopping short of running right into Jabba, throwing her hands out to halt her progress, and poised to push herself away. She arched her back to keep her face as far as possible away from Jabba's. Jabba looks at Leia commanding her to stand by his side.
Leia stands next to Jabba on the throne beside him. The crime lord having a clear view of her backside, tightens his grip on the chain keeping her on a very short tether and very taut. Leia feels the cold against her naked back.
Jabba with a face of confidence moves his hand caressing her naked back, comforting Leia. Jabba begins to speak to Leia " Now my princess keep me company, you've been gone for far to long." Leia glances at Jabba as he speaks, while he caresses her naked back.
The Max Rebo Band played all through the night as Leia stood next to her master, everyone drunk and enjoying the festivities.
Jabba's party endured throughout the early hours of the morning, waning very slowly as the dawn approached. Between fatigue and the effects of drink, the audience chamber grew quiet as more and more guests retired for the evening. Eventually the band played their last song, the chamber grew still, and the closing of Jabba's eyes indicated a conclusion to the celebration.
In the dim coolness of the palace's audience chamber, Mighty Jabba slept, dozing peacefully as his enormous hulk rested on the stone expanse of his dais, his head bowed slightly, eyes tightly shut. He breathed in and out through his nostrils, from which mucus slowly dripped, giving his breathing a deep, wheezing, but also quiet, sound.
His courtiers, guards and various other scum and villainy lay here and there thrughout the cavernous room, huddled into corners, snuggling into piles, sprawling here and there on the floor and sleeping sitting up on the steps, all snoring peacefully. Apart from the gentle sounds of their sleeping, softly drowned out by the Hutt's congested snoring, there was no noise in the chamber save for the soft chittering of Salacious Crumb watched Mighty Jabba's thick tail wriggling against the bare thigh of his master's most prized possession.
Leia found on the edge of the throne. She lay sprawled sensually before Jabba's bloated belly on the dais. Leia Organa. Around her throat was an ornate golden collar. It kept her close to her master at all times, the chain hung from the front of it, trailing gently down her side and around her back, up into the small, fat, almost childlike hands of Mighty Jabba. Even while he slept, he dared not release the chain that kept his prize bound to him in servitude.
Jabba's pliant belly felt good against her naked back, and the pillows were of the finest silks and velvets, stained though they were in slime, drool, mucus, and various other unmentionable bodily fluids. She was in the lap of luxury, almost literally, for the very tail that so held Crumb's interest was partially curled around Leia and her nest of pillows, providing a nice, moist hollow for the nearly naked human female to recline in.
Her rear Lashaa silk skirt lies across behind her exposing her butt cheeks. While her front silk draped over her left ankle covering part of her Jerba leather boot as it dipped over the throne.
As Jabba slept, Leia heard nothing but the rumbling from Jabba's throat and the occasional movement of another living creature around them. It seemed like hardly any time had passed by the time Leia had to open her eyes again.
Leia lifted her head and looked back at the unconscious master. Then noticing Salacious looking at the nearly naked Leia lustfully. One of the things that really made Leia uncomfortable was the way in which everyone stared at her scantily clad body. Within the main audience chamber remained several of Jabba's guards and guests. Those that remained either were too drunk to make it back to their head quarters, or they just didn't, want to call it a night. At least half of the spectators present had their eyes open, but non-seemed to give much notice of Salacious or her reactions.
The part of having so many people staring at her which really agitated Leia was the fact that so few of them were human. She stared at him silently. just visible above the wooden armrest and illuminated food bowl that Jabba slumped against. A frog swam by in that bowl, and Leia shivered and looked away.
Salacious looks at the scantily clad Leia examining her body. First he looks at her luscious smooth legs, noticing the Jerba Leather boots on her feet as Jabba's tail grinds against her naked leg. Then sees the small gold triangular crescent moon shaped plates covering her crotch and the back slightly above her butt crack, as the front skirt ran down the throne, slowly working his way up, seeing her tight round navel, and vertical line on her stomach due to being in shape, then scanning her firm breasts with only the small cups covering her nipples. Her ears pierced with the gold earrings: her bracelet on her right arm and then looks at her snake armband on her left arm. Salacious moves closer to Leia, seeing her hair combed back and put into a large bun with gold hair clips shaped like a crown holding it in place, and a long braid running down her shoulder held together with a gold hair fastener.
Extending heis arm out curious to feel the touch of the very scantily clad Leia. lying at the very edge of the throne in her position with her head looking down at the floor in utter humiliation as she did not like that the people were looking at her like a piece of meat as Salacious examines her. Salavious puts his hand on Leia's leather boot, feeling the texture of it then advances to the gold around the boot and off the boot onto Leia's leg, slowly moving his hand up her smooth silky leg.
Leia very uncomfortable with his, looking down in utter, humiliation, not able to do anything about since the last time Salacious harassed her she was choked.
As the men that were awake lookd at Leia, and Jabba asleep. Gazing at Salacious as her rear sticks out. Salacious not paying attention keeps moving his hand up her leg then up to her hip and the open oval hips fasteners. Leia looks down at Jabba's tail not keeping eye contact with Salacious. He reaches around Leia's hip, moves the rear silk setting it next to her butt cheeks as he begins to caresses Leia's buttocks as they clench together, noticing Leia's birthmark on her lower back.
Salacious moves back to the front of Leia's body looking at the small triangular plate covering her vagina, lifts the front skirt up and puts it over her outer left thigh and his hand moves onto her tight pussy, that forms a cameltoe due to the constant cold and heat that its exposed to, he starts rubbing it slowly, Leia closes her eyes as she feels the sensation of being turned on, Leia tilts her head back .
The guests also looking at Leia in lust. Salacious continues to rub Leia's tight pussy, Leia opens her eyes, giving slight eye contact to Salacious but looking down. Salacious slowly stops then goes to Leia's stomach as she feels with a finger Leia's vertical line on her stomach as it goes up and down due to Leia breathing. Salacious puts a finger in Leia's tight round navel her finger going in circles inside it, then goes out of the navel going in circles around Leia's belly button. He slowly moves his hand around Leia's stomach working her way up to Leia's firm breasts giving them a little massage, feeling the cold sensation from her small cups on her nipples. Salacious looking at Leia's dolled up face.
Salacious begins caress Leia's back, Leia looking at him with a helpless face, then back down. He played with her braid for a bit. He brushes the tip of the braid that is not braided against Leia's stomach as she looks at him with disgust. Bib Fortuna looking peering down onto the throne giving Salacious a smirk as he looks at the scantily clad Leia, while Jabba is fast asleep.
Salacious places Leia's long plait back on her stomach as the tip of it touches her navel. Salacious still fascinated with Leia examining her body once more, his hand touches Leia's smooth leg, slowly working his way up, putting her hand inside the small plate touching her tight vagina, as it formed a camel toe due to the coldness of her small crotch plate. Leia looks at him as she does, helpless as he is violating her. Salacious then moves his hand feeling Leia's hips as the hip fasteners exposed her flanks. Salacious laughs with glee at Leia. He then moves his hand to Leia's stomach, caressing it as he goes up and down her tight stomach, more a few minutes, then with a finger goes up and down the vertical line that on her stomach, as Leia's stomach goes up and down due to her breathing.
Salacious goes up to her firm breasts and gives them a slight touch at first then gives them a slight squeeze, as they are nice and firm. While doing so Leia closes her eyes as she felt a sensation, Leia opens her eyes once more, as she feels his hand slowly slide down the side of her stomach and to her back as her finger goes down her spines then to her birthmark. His finger goes around in circles around Leia's birthmark. Remembering when Lyn told her about it while everyone overheard it the first time Lyn saw Leia in her new outfit.
His hand then proceeds to touch Leia's buttocks, as they clench together due to the warmth of salacious hands and the coldness of her rear. He gropes them gently, as Leia readjusts her position a bit turning more on her side as they are tightly clenched together.
She contentedly sat there before the slumbering Hutt and said nothing as everyone went back to sleep. Leia looked at everyone in the room. Salacious went back to sleep after touching the scantily clad Leia with a smile on his face that he got the only he got to touch her as Jabba would not allow anyone to touch her, which rarely occurred when he was not paying attention.
Leia's relaxation abruptly ended when the chain behind rattled as Jabba tugged at it, hard. Her abdomen barely had time to instinctively tighten as the collar dug into her slender neck and hurled her body backwards, and she landed with a fleshy plop against the Hutt's corpulent belly, which jiggled and shook from the impact. His doughy flesh radiated warmth into her back.
The scantily clad Leia's chain runs across Jabba's belly as Leia lay against his stomach, her left cheek against the cold chain as she laid back silently on Jabba, looking at everyone sleeping. Jabba's hand lay on Leia's shoulder as his tail rubbed against her naked leg, while her rear Lashaa silk lay on the tip of Jabba's tail exposing her tight round buttocks, her front Lashaa silk draped over her left thigh, leaving her womanhood exposed.
Some time had passed, Leia lay comfortably against her master sound asleep. Leia's head against Jabba's stomach, her head turned so the cheek of her face was touching Jabba's flesh to using as a cushion, with the cold chain touching her cheek. Jabba's hand on her shoulder as his belly went up and down as he snored causing his hand to gently caress her shoulder.
Leia shuffled away from him to the edge of the throne as silks moved into positions that exposed her vaginal region and ass crack, lying on her side, she adjusted the rear skirt covering her ass crack, then underneath her body letting the skirt flow down the throne, and putting the front skirt over her ankle as the front skirt flowed the throne. Leia adjusted her top making sure it was covering her nipples, as that's what it was only meant to cover. Leia reclined back against the pillows, using her left arm for support while using her shoulder to support her head to sleep, having noticed he slackened the chain considerably as Jabba snored away. Leia although barely conscious, was just aware enough to move further to the edge of the throne, as she rested her head on her shoulder trying to get back to sleep. Leia gave a quick yank on her chain, her outstretched hands stopped her from falling against Jabba. Looking back at Jabba with annoyance he was sound asleep, it had only been a reflex, one that she has dealt with during her nights. Seeing her chain, Jabba kept the chain very taut and on a short tether, she couldn't leave the throne.
Leia's Self Reflection
Leia began to reflect on herself and her journey up until now. Her clothes have been conservative up until the point of her capture by Jabba. As she wore clothes that show she has authority revealing no skin as Leia is a conservative princess with moral ideals and how to dress properly.
Having been captured by Jabba against her will. She had become a woman along with having a sexual awaking with her body being on display but in captivity . Her only duty is to serve him as her slave girl, and as a women her only role is to be silent and stay in a submissive position on the dais, as Jabba sees Leia only for her beauty and to display it as she is a slave and nothing more. Transfigured from liberator to captive, Leia is shown nearly naked, wearing nothing but a gold bikini and choker metal collar. Jabba holds Leia by this collar with a chain attached to it, forcing her to recline in front of him, at times pulling her tightly against his belly while he strokes her, a luscious prize subject to the rapacious appetite of her captor. Leia despised that she was put on display, and her focal point is her form, and not her function as a rebel leader instead as Jabba sees her for only her beauty. Leia is seen as a model of control – more specifically, as a model of the disciplined body. Leia illustrated to everyone that saw her what follows from "chaining the body," Reading the image of her thin body as a kind of text in code, her ideal form is shown to be the consequence of constraining desire, that Jabba desires of her.
Jabba saw Leia as nothing more than sex object. Once he caughther and Han she looses all control and forced into a life of slavery. Leia did not choose to wear the slave outfit; it was Jabba that forced her in minimally dressed as possible and in one of the most humiliating things he could do to her. Leia was a strong woman and to place her in this outfit showcasing her as his prize was pretty detrimental to her self-respect. But you could also see that she sublimated reaction to that of an emotional and sexual awakening.
Once revealed to be a woman and enslaved by Jabba, Leia is only valued for her appearance. The only thing Jabba can place on Leia is her beauty as he turns her into his sex slave. She has nothing to say as a slave because Jabba expects nothing out of her except to be scantly-clad and silent, and only values Leia's beauty.
Leia disliked that as Jabba's scantily clad slave girl, she was not allowed to speak without her master's permission. If she disobeyed him, such as laughing as she did when the rancor died at the hands of Luke he would pull her back and start choking her. Leia only there to be Jabba's personal slave and dressed in nothing more than a skimpy slave girl outfit she was meant to be seen and not speak. This kept Leia in her place, where Jabba believed she belonged: exposed, silent, on a leash, and available for his sexual desires. With this punishment, Leia quickly learned to keep her mouth shut around her Hutt master for fear of this humiliating exposure.
Leia hated that she was given no privacy around Jabba and his guests. Subjected to being degraded and reduced to nothing more than a sex slave to Jabba. Having been dressed in a skimpy slave outfit exposing her for all to see. Jabba kept her very close and on a very short metal tether. Leia only being allowed to go as far as the chain would let her. Her every action was watched by everyone ranging from the guards and patrons to Jabba himself. The utter void of privacy while on a leash made Leia feel like the lowest life form, humiliating her as the audience mocked and jeered at her exposed body.
Seeing as Jabba captured Leia against her own free will . Reduced to the lowest life form of them all a...slave and was forced to be a half-naked slave chained to the neck. Sexuality was a "core feature" for slaves that were owned by Jabba especially Leia, as she wore the most revealing and was his prized slave. Because Leia was property he chose to use Leia as a sex slave. Jabba takes a symbolic view of the sexual value of Leia as his slave: to dream of having sex with one's own female slave was a good thing, "for slaves are the dreamer's possession; therefore taking pleasure in them signifies the dreamer's being pleased with his own possessions. Leia's sexuality was closely controlled as she was given nothing more that her skimpy slave girl outfit and made to look like a slut. Leia was forbidden to have any positions. As a slave girl she was not allowed anything except for what Jabba provided her. Having been a princess reduced to a sex slave. Leia was only given her slave outfit that left the slave princess no modesty. It left her completely exposed for everyone to see. Having a collar around her neck made out of gold like the rest of her outfit to show her status as a princess to everyone. She was only provided the clothes given to her by Jabba, The collar around her neck, her boots, arm and wrist bracelet, the small space provided for her on the dais, and her pillows to lay on.
Leia began to look at her nearly naked body, still not used to be being nearly naked. Reflecting on her current state, having been with Jabba for months now, not knowing the exact amount of time. Leia missing the outside world and the freedom she had. Leia dreaded her outfit. Instead of the innocent appearance of a young girl, Leia only saw an adult woman who had the look of a slut or prostitute. Instead of the wealthy girl tended to by her own servants, she was reduced to the lowest social rank of them all... slave. Far from the adorable dresses she remembered wearing as a child, her gold bikini left nothing to the imagination.
She knew Hutts were well known for the way they dressed their slaves to enhance their appearance, and made her look like a whore, but the new outfit Leia wore... its only purpose was to expose every inch of her beauty. As a conservative princess with little regard for showing off her curvaceous physique, Leia hated that the cups of the gold brassiere it didn't comfort her as it covered her firm nipples exposing her firm hard breasts showing off her boobs. The brassiere left her back, shoulders, stomach, and even her upper curves of her hips completely exposed, while also exposing her birthmark on her lower right back, as a pair of very thin floss black strings ran across her back in an X shape that you could barley see from a long distance making it appear as is she has no strings, from her shoulders to under the opposite arm, holding her micro nipple cups in place that created her top in place, and was a little loose, but likely that was the idea.
Leia loathed the bra, but she disliked feeling her naked skin against Jabba's body, even more, especially her breasts. So, despite the fact that the bra left her back and stomach bare to press her warm, soft mammalian flesh uncomfortably against the rough, bumpy, reptilian flesh of her master, she was grateful that it at it gave her some protection from feeling that sensation on her sensitive breasts as well from what the cups just covered which was nothing more than her breast nipples. Leia hated the fact that the bra cups covers her nipples while covering a little of her breasts from what the size of the cups covered that the two thin strings attached to it left her back completely exposed. This left her having to feel the cold air at night and Jabba's rough body against her soft skin, along with Jabba, Salacious, his henchmen, guests and also feeling Bib Fortuna's hand on her naked back forcing her against Jabba's belly.
Leia hated that Jabba's men and guests would feel her soft naked back, and with their finger circle around her birthmark on her lower back. Because the bra cups if you can call it that just covering her nipples was made out of metal with no padding or other material to insulate her breasts inside the cups, her breasts were always uncomfortable as they always were in contact with the cold, hard, metal from the two bra cups that covers her nipples. The coldness of the metal also ensured that her nipples were almost always standing erect against the inside of her metal bra, leading to much discomfort on the part of Leia. Her bra also expose her breasts, which made her uncomfortable as the bottoms of her breasts were often pinched between the metal frame of her bra and were exposed to the cool air of the throne room.
Jabba had her hair done in a rather big bun pulling her hair back from her face as it was held in place by two gold hair clips that resembled a crown showcasing Leia's status as a princess, and from the bun her hair was done into a long braid secured by a gold hair fastener that dangled suggestively across her shoulder going down to her navel, which is how she had been wearing it since her capture to Jabba that symbolized she was a tease, to be shown off.
Leia didn't appreciate her bun mostly because it helped create the suggestive hairstyle Jabba made her wear. Aside from that, there wasn't much in of itself that made Leia hate it. The clips were hated by Leia. Due to their nature of keeping her hair prisoner, just like she as a whole was, as well as reminding her of her new place, these clips displeased Leia.
Jabba may have enjoyed it, but Leia wasn't fond of her long braid as it was yet another thing her master forced on her. It also earned her ire as it formed Leia's hair into a suggestive style. Leia never wore her hair below her chest and she did not feeling the plait against her naked stomach and back. It also earned her ire as it formed Leia's hair into a suggestive style. Her plait and the bounded, corrugated style it formed her hair into was meant to be suggestive of two things. One, the tied and interwoven pattern was symbolic of Leia's enslavement, in that she was bound as a slave to Jabba, and it was her place to serve his every need. Second, the ribbed pattern that the plait formed her hair into was meant to be reflective of the ribbed texture of Jabba's tail, which was meant to be her sole source of pleasure in the world, and she was supposed to worship and adore it because it was her giver of pleasure. By incorporating this nature of the Hutt's tail into her costume, it was implied that Leia worshipped Jabba's tail to the point that even her hairstyle served as a reminder of the Hutt's might.
Leia dislike her hair fastener because it helped her plait form her hair into a revealing braid. Also, it showcased her status as being in Jabba's control, a fact which she resented.
Leia was also given gold earrings to wear. They had a curious triangular shaped that met at the bottom. Leia also had make-up put on her, which included dark red lipstick which symbolized she was a woman with overtly feminine power, on her lips, mascara and eyeliner, plus a bluish eye shadow and plenty of blush on her cheeks, all emphasizing her feminine beauty and sensuality.
When Leia was a princess on Alderaan, she was often dolled up for state events. But since joining the Rebellion, she had never wore earrings and used just enough makeup to make her look professional, embracing a more warrior-like persona. Ironically, then, Jabba returned her somewhat to her past appearance and life as a princess by having her made up in the aforementioned ways. She used this fact to her advantage as much as she could, adopting a royal poise and maintaining a beautiful dignity in order to show that she was not intimidated. This regal and misplaced confidence had a more undesired effect, however as it allured the Hutt even more to his pretty human plaything on his throne.
Like everything else, Leia disliked her make-up and earrings, as they made her look like a slut to the mighty Jabba. Forced to wear them, Leia hated her make-up and earrings even more than when she was dressed up for state events while princess of Alderran, due to her current state of undress and excess of makeup on her face, which was reminiscent of a prostitute's manner of dressing. She also despised how petite and immature her makeup made her look, and although she tried to maintain a regal poise on the throne, her makeup still made her seem simply like a well-trained slutty slave girl, willing and able to please her master.
Leia also disliked the upper arm band as it resembled a snake which was a symbol of rebirth and favorite slave to Jabba, the second was an armlet with a hole in the middle which carried significance in the Huttese culture and also.
Though they were made of gold, Leia despised her bracelets. They displayed her status as the Hutt's royal pleasure slave and a former princess. Leia never been a fan of jewelry, but as Jabba's slave she hated it much more. Also, the strange and uncomfortable nature of her bracelet adorning her wrist and especially the looped, ornate golden arm band she wore gave her a feeling that she was some treasure to be shown off to adorn the Hutt's throne and to proclaim his power. As she got a closer look at all of her jewelry, she despised how the arm band resembled a snake, which served to remind her of her master's physiology, especially his tail which often 'snaked' its way inside of her during her time as Jabba's pet human.
Leia wore some peanut-colored skin boots, which were made from the hide of a Jerba and outlined with gold. She hated how well they went with the rest of her outfit, but they did keep her feet warm.
Leia didn't like wearing her boots as she felt they were too cumbersome and fancy. Leia preferred a simpler design, and especially hated how well they went with the costume. They did not provide any traction either, making it easy for Jabba to pull her close to his bulk whenever he wanted to. She was thankful, though, both for that the boots provided excellent protection from the Tattooine heat and during the cold nights and that Jabba did not force her to go around his palace in her bare feet, which would have only felt worse.
The most embarrassing aspect of all, however, were the skirts, or...was it even enough to constitute such a word? The lower piece consisted of two micro gold triangular crescent moon Chastity plates covering her crotch that hung suspended just slightly below her pelvis and only an inch of her ass crack, which were joined together by hip fasteners, made of two separate parts of loops on each of her hips made of gold which formed and open oval, providing a tantalizing view of Leia's flanks which were a bit loose. Leia found it absurd that Jabba had such an expensive outfit made especially for her. Leia did not like the design on the front plate, which portrayed a uterus and ovaries, while it only covered her crotch. It was as if the very thing meant to conceal her nudity symbolically exposed her for all to see.
Leia disliked her hip fasteners for the generous view of her bare hips that they provided. Leia often had to adjust the fasteners because they were a bit loose, and her skirt plates would slowly slide down her hips as she moved. This would threaten to expose her vaginal area. In the back, the top of the crease of her bare butt would start to show. The fasteners were designed to alert observers that she wore nothing at all underneath her skirts, a fact shown by the open loops. They could also be unclipped to expose her completely to everyone around her. This would humiliate the princess as her lack of panties would become apparent to anyone watching her, exposing her to derision and jeering.
As a royal woman, Leia was raised in a socially conservative atmosphere in which a princess was demure by nature. Wearing gold plates etched with depictions of her ovaries and uterus humiliated her. Leia hated her skirt plates, both for what they didn't cover and what they symbolized. Leia disgusted by the plates as they had the design of a woman's anatomy engraved on them; it was a symbol of her femininity, as well as her royal status. She also hated feeling the cold metal plates rubbing against her nakedness underneath. The idea of wearing an outfit with a uterus and ovaries on it was embarrassing to her because they symbolized her status as a virgin and her female fertility, and the idea of wearing an outfit with a uterus and ovaries on it was embarrassing to her because they symbolized her status as a virgin by displaying a hymen showing she was untouched by a male and ovaries showing her female fertility, which was important to many females of many species. As a conservative royal, this humiliated her beyond words. The two ideas displayed right over her vagina embarrassed her, since it displayed a very private fact about her as a woman that would normally be hidden from view, even with stark nudity.
The plates also left her sides exposed, baring her flanks for all to see. This exposed more of Leia to the world than she was comfortable with, as not only her breasts, stomach, back and legs were exposed, but now the supple cheeks of her butt and smooth curve of her waist and hips were also bared for all to see. The rigidness of her skirt plates meant that while she was moving, there was no way to ensure that the skirt plates did not slip out of line and expose part of her even more, which often gave the throne room even more of a view of her nether regions than she was already comfortable giving.
The outfit was uncomfortable. The purple Lashaa silk flowed to just her ankles. Resembling a split-skirt, they didn't conceal anything but hung in between her inner legs, but exposing her legs at the same time the rear silk skirt exposed her tight round bubble butt with only the rear silk skirt the width of an index finger covered her ass crack, Leia wore nothing underneath, leaving her exposed underneath, with only the silks being her coverage covering only the ultimate regions of her womanhood, not leaving any privacy down the centers of her legs on either side. The sensation of bareness was overwhelming to the young, conservative princess, who had already been naked for several days. She could always tell if the skirts were betraying her modesty as they covered very little no matter what even when reclining, the silk might slip to the side and her ass crack would show as her bare butt would be fully exposed which didn't help as the rear skirt only covered her ass crack, and with her vagina peeking out from between, as he had to have the front skirt in front at all times.
Leia despised the silks as it did not give her any modesty while she was leashed to Jabba's throne. She was not allowed to wear any underwear beneath the thin lashaa silks leaving her rear and genitals exposed. The fabrics often shifted or slid to the side, making it difficult for Leia to move around without exposing her bareness. She spent much of her time on the throne making sure the skirts covered her butt crack and vagina, as well as worrying about how she would control them once she moved around as that's all they covered . Leia disliked Jabba's tail as it would go beneath the silk skirts caressing her naked butt cheeks and womanhood, especially when she was asleep, and at time Jabba's tail would move her rear silk skirt on his tail leaving her rear completely exposed leaving anyone near her to see. Moreover, Leia did not like that she wore nothing underneath the skirts as Jabba had easy access to violate her whenever he wanted. She despised the lashaa silks when standing because walking around in her outfi exposed her bare womanly parts and her butt cheeks for everyone to see.
When she became Jabba's slave she was forced to wear a gold collar to match her gold bikini. The collar had a loop extension where the chain was attached. The collar itself was made specifically for Leia and fit tightly around her neck, Thus even when Jabba wasn't pulling on her chain, Leia could still feel the collar around her neck. The collar's constant presence instilled a slave consciousness in Leia.
Leia despised her collar. Not only did it allow Jabba to use his chain to control her every movement, it also symbolized her status as the pet and trophy to the powerful crime lord. It made her feel like property and a dog on a leash, and that was what she was to Jabba. Coupled with his habit of choking her for disobedience, she hated the fact that the collar dug into her throat and that it was so tight on her neck, Jabba's constant tugging and yanking of her chain as it would dig into her throat causing her to gasp for air the more Jabba pulled back on it. When Jabba pulled her collar hard, she tried to stop it from choking her with her hands, leaving her body free for Jabba. At night Jabba would tug on the chain causing the collar to wake Leia up as sometimes Jabba would yank Leia to sleep on his belly.
Leia hated her chain the most out of all of her whole costume, along with her collar, as it gave Jabba complete control over her by keeping her on a short metal tether letting Leia go as far away from Jabba on the throne as the chain would allow. Leia hated the fact that Jabba would tug and tug and tug on the chain and force Leia to obey Jabba's commands and make her choke for air. Leia hated the cold chain against her naked back, along with Jabba's constant tugging, and yanking keeping her close as possible to make the scantily clad princess not to stray far from him, especially on the sail barge. If she ever resisted a yank, he would follow up her newfound courage with an even harder yank, forcing her to either run towards him, or force her back against his bloated belly. Leia was replused most when Jabba choked her as she had to gasp for air in pain. She was always annoyed when Jabba played with the chain, reminding her of her place as his slave. Jabba loved seeing the half naked princess in pain from his tuggs and yanks of her chain, Along with her collar, this showed everybody the proud princess was now a pet to the Great Jabba the Hutt. She also hated feeling the cold chain against her naked back when she slept, as it would often move causing her to make her self comfortable adjusting her self accordence to the chain. Also when Jabba yanked her chain for her to sleep on his belly feeling the coldness of it on her hated the tug of the chain and the cold metal on her neck. The tug of the chain forces her closer to Jabba and his big, bloated, belly.
Jabba's lechery over Leia is meant show his power over her, as times reminding her of her place as his slave. When Luke is negotiating with Jabba. Jabba is constantly pulling on Leia's chain reinforcing his dominance over the scantily-clad Leia. On the Sail Barge Leia resists control when Jabba yanks on her chain once as Leia glances at him and ignores procedding to look out that Sail Barge window to see her friends. But Jabba yanks on her chain causing her to run to him which threatens to overwhelm Leia whenever she is far away from her master. In some circumstances, this fear of existence is directed toward the body, sometimes the female body, but there's no need to focus exclusively on the feminine, as he is concentrating on Leia more than her body when he tells her she will learn to appreciate him. The problem isn't the female body, but material existence generally, as Jabba sees Leia as nothing more than a sex object. Jabba promotes resistance to the prevailing standard of her beauty as he desires Leia by drawing attention to the damaging influence of widely disseminated of Leia in her gold bikini. Jabba desires to control Leia mentally and physically. While her captivity focuses mostly on the despot Jabba, in reality the scene empowers a more oppressive master in the form of Leia as Jabba is taken by Leia as he states "Soon you will learn to appreciate me". As Leia is a leader, but although a slave she has control over Jabba because of her beauty as by stating this to Leia he is fixated towards her and likes Leia more than he is leading on.
Jabba although the beast he is the king on the throne, and Leia being beauty is Jabba's princess on his throne, as she is lavished by him. Her appearance altered drastically to beautify her and dress her up in revealing skimpy gold and silk slave outfit to show his wealth and power over her while also showing her status as a princess and slave to the mighty Hutt.
This was her life and there was nothing she could do about it, but live her life as Jabba's slave, having been disconnected from the outside world since her capture she didn't know what was going on in the galaxy or what the Empire was doing. But all she knew was that she was safe in Jabba's hands as weird as that sounded to her. Jabba treated her well, but in his own sadistic way. Having been used to this life and how a position of Jabba, but he didn't quite care for her much from what she was as Jabba was only focused on the scantily clad princess.
Despite Jabba's power, Leia always stood tall before her new master, carrying herself with a pride and dignity he was unused to seeing in his slaves. Clearly this was because of her royal status as a princess, something that only made her even more attractive to the Hutt, who relished the opportunity to control and defile this strong-willed royal female.
When she was a princess on Alderaan, Leia often had to dress up for state events. Since she joined the Rebellion, however, she wore few fancy clothes and little makeup or jewelry, living according to the meager means the rebels had available to them. Jabba's pampering of Leia as his slave ironically brought back memories of being dolled up on Alderaan. Leia used these memories to her advantage, adopting a regal pose on Jabba's throne despite being chained. Nevertheless, while the skimpy costume she wore was fit for a princess in its gold material and purple flowing veils, it also served as a constant reminder of her slavery and availability to the Hutt for his pleasure. Leia especially disliked her bracelets and her bound hair , as these things only symbolized Jabba's complete possession of her.
Whenever Jabba's tail strayed too close to her thigh or back, Leia would protect these sensitive parts of her body with her hands, even pushing Jabba's member away at times. However, having the princess's hands on his tail only aroused the Hutt more, for he soon wished to make her appreciate its touch and power enough to adore and massage it. Similarly, when Jabba stroked her hair and shoulders or even ventured his hands to the top of her breasts, Leia would squirm to avoid his loathsome touch. However, Jabba would tug her chain to bring her within his reach. At other times he would pull the leash tight enough so that Leia would again have to grasp it at with her fingers, leaving her tender skin completely open to his slimy other times, Leia would simply ignore Jabba's jerking of her chain, or turn around and glare at him, only causing the Hutt to drool and desire the haughty princess,now a slave girl, all the more.
With her chain welded into one of the rings on the dais, Leia spent the majority of her time on Jabba's throne, and she quickly became familiar with its numerous features."Throne" in an abstract sense can also refer to the monarchy or the Crown itself, an instance of metonomy, and is also used in many expressions such as "The power behind the throne", which represented Leia's status as a slave princess to Jabba. As the throne was made of a mock-thick stone, it was quite cold to her bare skin even in the Tatooine heat, so Leia avoided contact with it most of the time but lying on pillows provided for her. Leia did not like the fact that Jabba occupied most of the throne, as she only had a small space to sit and lay down next to Jabba, letting her silk flow down the throne and only going as far as Jabba would let her as she was kept on a very short tether.
Leia would sit on the throne in front of Jabba in a regal submissive position while the Lashaa silk hanging from her chastity plates drapes over the dais in Jabba's palace at his tail and presents the slave figure very well. Being forced to be silent we can still tell she has many things on her mind by her facial expressions which is given away when her words cannot, and of what her thoughts are going around her but is still restricted from speaking. Leia is forced is expose her sexuality and is reduced to a submissive sexual object.
Though Leia hated laying before her master, she was glad that she had pillows for some comfort and not sit directly on the mock thick stone of Jabba's dais, though it didn't change her unfavorable opinion of her master. Another thing she didn't like about them was that they didn't support her head, forcing her to lay against her master and at times recline against them using her shoulder as support to sleep and also that it did not provide much of a barrier between her and Jabba.
Leia did not like Jabba's Sail Barge. She hated being the center attention when she was sitting on Jabba's tail. His guests and henchmen would look at her lustfully mocking her as Jabba's slut slave princess, even when she was forced to drink from Jabba's goblet they flourished in seeing the scantly-clad Leia humilated. She was grateful that Jabba let her leave to see Han, Luke, and Chewie at the window, which was the only time she was allowed any privacy, and others during trips. While at the window she enjoyed her time away from Jabba, but did not like that Jabba would tug on her chain and his men and guests would look at the half naked Leia at the window. She did not like feeling her naked body against the metal on the sail barge and only going as far as her chain would allow her to go. Leia did not like that she wore nothing underneath the skirts as Jabba had easy access to violate her whenever he wanted. She despised the lashaa silks when standing and also because walking around in her outfit would sometimes expose her bare womanly parts and butt crack for everyone to glimpse as the rear silk skirt only covered her butt crack. Leia would try to ignore the men (and sometimes women) groping her from behind as she passed, and the crude catcalls they'd shout if they caught a glimpse of her nudity.
Despite herself, Leia was impressed by the amenities provided on Jabba's barge. As a teenager and diplomat, Leia had ridden on a pleasure barge once during a political celebration, so she was familiar with the layout. What she was prepared for was the sheer opulence that Jabba had granted the interior, through priceless artworks, silk curtains, and stuffed heads of rare beasts from across the galaxy. Still, she dreaded moving from the main observation deck into Jabba's private quarters, where she knew she would have to submit to the Hutt's advances. When she had first boarded the barge she stole a glance into this room and noticed a tremendendously large bed with cushions for multiple slaves to rest on, as well as several hookahs for them to smoke spice with.
Leia considered the Slave Embrace to be one of the most disgusting parts of serving Jabba. Not only was he attempting to dominate her bold spirit but he was gaining pleasure from her beautiful body. Leia despised everything that happened in the Embrace. The tug of the chain commanding her to come to her Master's arms, the feel of her belly against Jabba's, the dreadful tongue that grotesquely kissed her and on occasion entered her mouth, Jabba's groping hands feeling over her, the warm, putrid feel of the Hutt's breath and, rarely, her golden brasserie pushed up against Jabba's flesh feeling her ample breasts . Leia hated it all the same. Often times she hated when she was forced to drink. Bib would push her closer to Jabba and forcing her to drink as Jabba would put his arms around her naked back and violate her, feeling her naked skin against his. Leia would be tugged close to Jabba by her chain, forcing her to run to him so as not to subject her neck to further punishment. This action symbolized a longing for the Hutt's affection, humiliating the princess as the crowd would mock her for it and call her a whore. Leia would then be forced into the folds of the Hutt's fat as she climbed into Jabba's arms herself, the leash ensuring she could not escape. Even so Leia in the embrace Leia had no room or privacy to move away from Jabba as his hands would be groping her as she was pressed up against Jabba's flesh as all of Jabba's men would stare at her lustfully and mock her.
Given that the cup was half full and encrusted with Jabba's green saliva, it is likely that Jabba took a sip of the beverage before offering it to Leia. For her part, the princess found the Huttese liquor extremely strong and did not enjoy partaking of the drink, as the drool from Jabba's mouth that coated the lip of the glass sullied her lips and tongue. Leia was also given no privacy on what she drank that Jabba offered. As she was forced to drink from his goblet in disgust knowing he himself was drinking from it.
Leia was disgusted by Jabba's gluttony, which was as powerful as his lust. The Hutt's uncivilized eating habits repulsed her, as she had to constantly try to avoid the pieces of half-eaten frog and drool that would slip from his mouth while he was chewing. At other times, the paddy frogs would splash within the snackquarium, which caused some of the foul juices in which they swam to splash out of the bowl and onto Leia's back, as is happening in this picture here, as Leia snaps her head around to see where the cold liquid came from. Leia hated having to feed the Hutt, as he would often make her do because he knew how much the act of reaching into the snackquarium to grab a slimy, cold and wet frog disgusted her. Jabba also knew that the fact that Leia would have to reach her arm into his mouth to feed him also was a source of humiliation and disgust for her, as it not only put her into the slave embrace position that she hated so much, but she also had to reach her arm into the Hutt's gaping and ghastly maw. His mannersims also increased her awareness of herself as the pet of a powerful crime lord who held her fate in his hands. Lying beside the aquarium, Leia reflected on the fact that she was another easily available "morsel" for the debauched Hutt to figuratively "devour."
Leia, as a princess and rebel leader with a strict anti-drug policy, abhorred Jabba's smoking of his hookah, finding the practice to be vile and repulsive. Not only did the spice from the Hutt's pipe accentuate his own body odor and foul breath, but it also invigorated Jabba's senses and dulled his inhibitions, bringing out the perverted nature of the bloated crime lord all the more. Jabba was known to take multiple puffs from his pipe, allowing his lechery to be brought to new heights, and then he would take to groping the princess with his fetid hands and scum-coated tongue. Leia would have been made to take a hit from Jabba's hookah before retiring to his private chambers for a pleasurable night with her master.
Leia familiarized herself with the layout of the Hutt's domain as much as she could before her mission to rescue Han Solo. But the information she and Luke were able to gather did not prepare her for the sheer size of the palace when she entered it with Chewbacca in tow. Stepping through the main gate into the dark cavernous entrance, she went on alert, concerned that some creature might surprise her from the darkness.
While negotiating with Jabba for the price of Chewbacca, Leia took time to take in the Hutt's throne room, already beginning to plan how she would sneak in later to rescue her lover. As her exchange with Jabba grew tense, she forced herself not to look to where Han stood frozen in carbonite on the far wall. Instead, forced into slavery focused on her hatred for the Hutt. Leia did not like that at night as it would get very cold and she was only wearing the bikini that left her no modesty and her outfit left her bare exposing her midriff, back, legs, and the silks having nothing underneath the lashaa silk left her cold during the nights, having no choice but to sleep through the cold night reclining on the pillows close to Jabba trying to sleep through the cold Tatoonie night. In Jabba's palace she would remain confined to his dais only going were Jabba allowed her to go. As many of Jabba's henchmen stayed at the palace along with guests she was the center of attention in the palace as she was a half-naked princess chained to Jabba and put on display.
In contrast Jabba is a big fat slug that is nothing but filth, drinking, his flesh appears clotted and gelatinous and drooling showing no concern of his appearance. Which, is the opposite of Leia as her appearance is completely changed from being stripped out of her Boush outfit. Leia is fit, her skin is tight and her muscles are clearly defined and smooth. Leia is thin and toned, well groomed. Her hair is pulled back, put into a large bun, with a braid hanging down her shoulder. Leia is dolled up with an excess of make-up to show her femininity. Her outfit is nothing more than a gold metal bra with thin black strings attached from the back exposing her nakedness from her back, and stomach. Her bottom is nothing more than two gold triangular chastity plates covering her vagina and half of her buttocks from her hips that are connected together by two open oval hip fasteners, which left her legs exposed and the sides of her butt cheeks exposed. With design of a woman's overies embossed on them showing her sexual availability, and two violet thin Lashaa silk skirts hanging from the plates. Along with this a pair of Jerba leather boots, with a bracelet and armband. Leia was vulnerable.
Both Leia and Jabba are different in appearance as Leia represented beauty with her appearance in her slave outfit to everyone in Jabba's Palace . Leia is clean in appearance while Jabba is nothing but filth. Which was a vast contrast from her point of view.
Leia also became very familiar with the rooms that she spent most of her time in as Jabba's slave girl. These included rooms such as the throne room, where Leia spent most of her days on display on Jabba's dais, serving him as his personal sex slave and human pet/trophy during his negotiations. She became familiar with the harem where she would be washed and prepared for Jabba and where she would intermingle with some of the other slave girls that Jabba had.
Leia moved a bit further to the edge of the throne as Jabba's tail continued to bother her; she lay back down in her submissive position with her head on her left shoulder using it for support, and her right hand on her outer thigh. Her eyes slowly close as the scantily clad Leia falls asleep once again.
Jabba's Self Reflection of Leia
A couple hours had past, Jabba as woken with Leia still fast asleep. Looking down at the nearly naked Leia. Smiling that his slave princess was sound asleep gazing down at her outfit.
Jabba saw Leia as nothing more than a sex object the moment he captured her. He valued her beauty over her status, bringing Leia down to a Rebel Princess down to the lowest life form, a...slave, because as a slave she has nothing to say of value to Jabba, and expects nothing out of the princess but her body. He enjoyed that he forced Leia to expose her sexuality and is reduced to a submissive sexual object. He had the costume specifically made for Leia to accentuate her feminine figure, and as such it aroused and excited him. He designed it to be as revealing as possible, removing any possibility of major bodily coverage so as to fully enjoy the sight of his new sex slave's body, leaving little to no imagination. The gold inlay signified she was a princess, yet her exposed state showing she was under his control, and his slave.
Jabba enjoyed every aspect of Leia's outfit, and was pleased with how the bra was on Leia, something he loved in his female slaves. He had the brasserie designed so that it would cover her breast nipples exposing her fir, which kept him aroused, making it easy for him to enjoy the taste and feel of his personal concubine's breasts. Jabba enjoyed how the cool metal pressing against Leia's tender tits made her so uncomfortable as well. Which further incited his perverse desires for her which left her back, shoulders, and stomach completely bare, ensuring that Jabba would have easy access to her body at all times. Jabba at times would stroke her naked back.
Jabba enjoyed the skirts made for Leia so they could show off her long legs and make her seem more sexy and elegant, while showing that Leia has fully a woman showing her feminity. He loved the way they swirled between her inner thighs and shins when she walked, making her seem like a goddess of lust and pleasure. He forbid her from wearing anything underneath them, both to make her easy to control since her lack of underwear would make her self-conscious for fear of exposing her most sacred body parts, and so he could easily grope her or penetrate her with his tail. The clips holding them together were built with holes in them, to show the fact she was not wearing anything under the skirts to cover her vagina and rear. They were made as to expose her before his men, to humiliate the proud princess, or to molest her publicly.
Jabba also enjoyed the bottom skirt plates as he gave Leia the skirt plates to humiliate her, seeing as he knew she was a royal princess, and conservative, and therefore very shy about her body and herself as a woman. He intended to make her feel even more vulnerable, since her lack of panties made her very self-conscious, and as such went to greater lengths to control her. He had the design of a uterus and ovaries, as well as a hymen, embossed into the front plate for her own humiliation so that everyone looking at her could see she was a virgin, and fertile. Jabba also refused to give the princess any form of underwear beneath the skirts, both so her legs could move freely. This left her completely bare underneath and vulnerable for others to see her vagina, and buttocks when she moved.
Jabba loved the skirts on Leia . They were not only sexy and rippled invitingly whenever she moved, making her body easily accessible to him whenever he lusted for the flesh of Leia . He forced Leia to go pantieless, removing any possibility of privacy or comfort while she wore them. It would also show off his slave girl and tease the men in the crowd as they could see she was wearing nothing underneath her costume, but could not touch her without Jabba's permission. All in all, Jabba knew the skirts would humiliate the conservative and modest princess, making her easy to control. At times Jabba enjoyed swaying his tail against her naked legs with the tip of his tail against her butt cheeks as he enoyed that the front silk skirt only hung in between her inner thighs and the rear silk skirt only covered her butt crack while exposing her tight round buttocks.
Jabba had Lyn put the bracelets on Leia to accentuate her thin arms and decorate her body for his own pleasure, adding a bracelet with a hole in it to symbolize her status as a sex object. He put the snake armband on her upper left arm to show she was a prisoner of a superior race, his own. As Leia was his princess and slave he let her have some jewelry to wear.
Jabba liked the earings on Leia because the ferocity and proud nature of the Manka cat were characteristics shared with Leia. Because the claws belonged to a species that was from her extinct home planet, Jabba was also highlighting how his slave was a rare gem: the last Princess of Alderaan. Jabba also enjoyed the way they graced her ears and stately neck. Jabba also shaped the talons to make them reflect the tip of his mighty tail, which, through these earrings, was once again penetrating yet another one of the Princess's bodily orifices, this time in her ears.
Jabba had Leia dolled up in make-up. Leia's make-up included dark red lipstick which he wanted to show she was a woman with overtly feminine power on her pouting lips, mascara and eyeliner on her eyelashes, plus a bluish eyeshadow and plenty of blush on her cheeks, all emphasizing her feminine beauty and sensuality for Jabba's enjoyment
Jabba made Leia wear a tight choker collar around her neck, but this collar in particular had a special meaning to it. He had it made out of hardened steel with a pure gold coating, representing her royal status. The collar was also made to resemble a wedding ring, symbolizing Leia's bond to him and solemnizing it like marriage. It was also made to be a support for her head if she let it fall, symbolically supporting her royal posture.
Jabba enjoyed using a leash as a means of controlling Leia . He especially enjoyed the dynamic it gave him over Leia, a former princess, as he began the process of turning her into his obedient and subservient pet. Some of the things that Jabba would do with the leash to train Leia included using the leash to pull her close to him so that she had to feel him press against her, which she despised. He also used it to choke her by tugging on her leash if she showed any disobedience. Jabba also used his leash to reinforce the fact that she was his slave. Jabba used the collar at his disposal to make sure the princess was reduced from a proud and strong royal to a submissive sex slave. He then kept her chained to his throne under his control to show everyone around that she was his slave, which thoroughly humiliated the princess and kept her shy and silent. It allowed her to be pulled close to him giving him total control of her half-naked nude form. H e relished the control the leash gave over her now-more-attractive body, using the leash to his advantage so that he could taste her newly-perfumed skin. Jabba took full advantage of the chain.
Jabba's loved his relationship with Leia was Slave and Master. Jabba enjoyed pampering Leia by allowing her to lie on huge pillows on his throne, and sometimes offered her a drink from his ornate cup. Her costume was also priceless, being made out of gold in many parts. As Jabba's slave, Leia was offered decadent pleasures, when Jabba allowed it. Jabba did let Leia wear "appropriate" clothing that was provided to her by Jabba as he saw fit for his slave. Although Leia is his slave Jabba was fascinated by her as she was a princess and leader of the rebel alliance. He kept her chain taut at all times keeping the half-naked princess close to him at all times on a small spot on the throne. Jabba saw Leia as his most prized slave, as Leia was a princess. With the status of a princess he treated her differently than the other slaves he had.
Jabba is over protective of Leia. He kept her on a very short tether on the dais with Leia only sitting on a small space in front of him, and the chain taut at all times. As he does not want anyone harm her. When Luke pulled out the gun from one of his henchmen he immediately pulled on Leia's chain for her to fall backward to avoid the shot that was fired at him. Jabba did not let Leia stray far from either when they are on the sail barge, he enjoyed her being close sitting on the hide of his tail at all times, but only lets Leia go to the window on occasion to see the people on the skiffs, for a certain amount of time then forces her to come back to him to keep her safe and enjoy her company of his scantily-clad Leia.
Jabba's lechery toward Leia is very aggressive . Jabba had her collared and chained to the neck and kept her on a very short tether, not letting her sit at the other end of the throne like he had with Oola. From time to time he would jostle her leash, making its links drag over her back as a reminder of her enslavement. If he sensed her lean away from him, he would tug the chain firmly but gently, returning her to the proper position closely in front of him. When he especially hungered for her touch or wished to demonstrate his power over her, he would jerk the chain, forcing her to fall against his huge belly. If Leia tried to pull away Jabba would tug on her leash harder, choking the princess and pulling her closer against his flesh. This made it very difficult for Leia to move her body. If Leia spoke he would quickly silence her by tugging on her leash and speaking over her in his deep voice.
Jabba took humiliating Leia with pride knowing he had made a princess a slave. He flaunted her in front of everyone mocking Leia, yanking, and pulling her chain to demonstrate his power over the half-naked princess in front of his guests, and henchmen, causing her to choke and gag for air as he would feel her nearly nude body against his. Jabba enjoyed stroking and caressing Leia's back, and shoulders, while is tail felt her naked legs. While in the embrace he would grope her butt cheeks while forcing her to drink from his goblet.
Jabba also comforted Leia despite the constant humiliation he placed upon her. He provided Leia with pillows on the throne so she is not sitting on the hard cold stone of the dais. He comforted Leia by keeping her close to him at night due to the fact that Tatooine got cold at night to keep her warm as she was half-naked. Jabba also caressed Leia's back, and shoulders to not only feel her naked skin but to make her feel relaxed around him to show that despite her being his slave he cares for her well being as he kept her close by his side at all times so no one harms her.
When Leia was worried Jabba would yank on Leia's chain causing her fall back on his belly as he would put a hand on one of her shoulders to in a way tell her everything will be okay. Moreover, likewise on the sail barge he kept her close sitting on his tail and away from his henchmen and guests for her to only feel safe in his hands. He would let Leia go stand by a window on the barge to see her friends before their execution, which was the only time she was allowed away from him, but wanting Leia he would pull on her chain with all his force, for Leia to come to him telling her "soon you will learn to appreciate me". As he saw that Leia did not appreciate the life he had given her or how much of value he was to her, and in doing so gave a toast to Leia making her drink from his goblet to celebrate their future together.
Looking at his slave she lay sprawled sensually before his bloated belly on the dais.
Her rear Lashaa silk skirt lies across behind her exposing her butt cheeks. While her front silk draped over her left ankle covering part of her Jerba leather boot as it dipped over the throne.
A Day In The Palace
In the dim coolness of the palace's audience chamber, Mighty Jabba slept, dozing peacefully as his enormous hulk rested on the stone expanse of his dais, his head bowed slightly, eyes tightly shut. He breathed in and out through his nostrils, from which mucus slowly dripped, giving his breathing a deep, wheezing, but also quiet, sound.
His courtiers, guards and various other scum and villainy lay here and there thrughout the cavernous room, huddled into corners, snuggling into piles, sprawling here and there on the floor and sleeping sitting up on the steps, all snoring peacefully. Apart from the gentle sounds of their sleeping, softly drowned out by the Hutt's congested snoring, there was no noise in the chamber save for the soft chittering of Salacious Crumb watched Mighty Jabba's thick tail wriggling against the bare thigh of his master's most prized possession.
His Princess. His slave.
Leia Organa. Around her throat was an ornate golden collar. It kept her close to her master at all times, for a chain hung from the front of it, trailing gently down her side and around her back, up into the small, fat, almost childlike hands of Mighty Jabba. Even while he slept, he dared not release the chain that kept his prize bound to him in servitude.
She lay sprawled sensually before his great bloated belly on the dais, sleeping in the stillness. Somewhat comfortable. Jabba's pliant belly felt good against her naked back, and the pillows were of the finest silks and velvets, stained though they were in slime, drool, mucus, and various other unmentionable bodily fluids. She was in the lap of luxury, almost literally, for the very tail that so held Crumb's interest was partially curled around Leia and her nest of pillows, providing a nice, moist hollow for the nearly naked human female to recline in.
When she awoke, she heard a disorienting voice. "I have a meeting with Jabba."
She opened her eyes, glancing up at the frog-bowl beside her, and listened carefully.
She sat slowly up before Jabba. Staring into the mans eyes, Leia felt a chill due to the cool air traveling over her exposed flesh.
She glanced down at her half-naked body, at the long, thick, green tail that slithered and wiggled sleepily beside her bare thigh, and at the lizard-monkey sitting in the thick, coiled base of that tail. Blushing deeply.
There was a rustle as Bib Fortuna climbed up onto the throne, and the shuffling of his sandals as the majordomo moved beside his master. Throughout the chamber, sleeping cronies and criminals began to stir awake to behold the newcomer.
C3PO exclaimed from nearby; and Leia's eyes opened in an absurd combination of annoyance and relief. The droid had finally been permitted to return to the audience chamber at some point in the night from whatever tasks he'd been sent off to do. "It's time for The High Exalted Ones meeting" he added hopefully, and more of the crowd awoke.
"Master," Bib said, and there was an enormous, phlegmy groan and the skin-crawling squelch of folds of sticky flesh stretching and parting from itself as her loathsome captor, Jabba the Hutt, started awake. She felt the cushions shift against her bottom as the Hutt shifted, and the chain that kept her by his side jingled as the shadows of his short, chubby arms fell over her.
"This is," Porcellus Bib said, and Leia glared up at him as he spoke, then right back down at the throne before her as she felt the tip of Jabba's tail brush her lower abdomen, making her skin crawl. "Creature tamer," she heard the majordomo add, almost reverently.
Leia tensed as she felt the chain lift from where it was touching the back of her shoulder, tightening in the air; steeling herself against the inevitable yank the Hutt would make upon it, sooner or later, she listened as the chain jingled with Jabba's moving arm as he bellowed in a groggy voice, "I warned you not to admit him, while I'm asleep!"
"May I speak," Porcellus said in a firm, even tone. "He must be allowed to speak," Bib repeated simply, and despite her escalating tension, Leia felt herself grin inwardly as she realized what was going on. Jabba, however, was not so amused.
The first quick tug on the chain came, and Leia threw a glare over her shoulder. "Ooooaaah," the Hutt growled in annoyance, and there was a grunt and the rustle of cloth, likely from some kind of physical outburst he was making upon Bib. "You stupid fool!" The lizard-monkey began cackling, and the Hutt snarled, There was the sudden shifting of flesh, and then Bib cried out and grunted in pain as he was thrown onto the floor.
At this demand, Jabba began laughing. "Ho-Ho-ho-ho-ho, hah-hah-hah-hah-hyeaaiii." As he did, Porcellus briefly met Leia's gaze, then moved back up to the Hutt as he stopped laughing.
Jabba began petting her as she continually moved her head to avoid his groping while he also stroked her bare skin with the end of his slug tail.
Porcellus told Jabba he could purchase the Rancor for the amount he offered him before.
Hearing the chain links jingle behind her as they were pulled taut, Leia tensed. "I will purchase it for cheaper than I said," Jabba said, pulling slowly back on the chain. Feeling the collar tighten on the front of her throat, Leia firmed her abdomen and tried to lean away from the Hutt, but her throat began to be crushed; closing her eyes and silently gasping for air, she rocked back towards Jabba just as he mercifully slackened the chain, and straightening, she let her breath out.
"Nevertheless you will give me what you offered," Porcellus said, stepping slowly closer to the throne, several guards moving in behind him. "You will get the rancor once I get what you promised. You can either profit by this...or I will have someone take care of you." He waited a moment, and when no interruption or response came, he added, "It's your choice, but I warn you not to underestimate what I'm capable of."
Jabba snorted and growled at this, his amusement gone.
"Sir Threepio shouted. "You're standing on a-!"
"BAH!" Jabba snarled, and before Leia could ponder the terrifying possibilities of what Threepio had started saying, the Hutt delivered a quick, hard yank on her chain. She blinked and gagged as she felt herself pitch backwards, but was able to catch herself before Procellus e had to witness her pathetically falling back upon the Hutt's huge belly. "There will be no bargain, young man" Jabba barked, and Leia was able to sit upright again. When the Hutt added in a grim, smug voice, "I shall enjoy watching you die, while I get my rancor you said I would get," Leia's eyes widened, and as the Hutt began laughing, she looked helplessly back up at him, wondering what he was planning to do.
Then suddenly things moved fast.
He reached in his jacket: a blaster!
There were gasps and screams, and Jabba bellowed "Aaagh! Boscka!" as Porcellus raised the gun before him, pointing it right at the Hutt-
Then there was a fleshy thump behind Leia, and something shook the throne. Leia gasped as Porcellus and the surrounding guards all started where they stood, and then suddenly he was falling straight down, and as he did, he fired the pistol up at the ceiling, sparks and shattered stone raining down before the throne. Leia cried out as Porcellus disappeared into a black space that had appeared before the throne, yawning open as the trapdoor opened wider, and a Gammorean guard squealed and cried as he tumbled down after Porcellus.
"Porcellus!" Leia cried, and a second later, a hand seized her arm. In a panic, she glared up and saw it was Bib . She wanted to ask him what was going on, to scream at him, to know where the hell he'd been while Jabba had been- But the look in his eyes stopped any further thought. He shook his head, and then there was another tremble in the throne-and she suddenly realized it was moving.
Likely powered by repulsorlift coils, the throne moved slowly forward as the trapdoor swung back up, sealing safely beneath it. Bib stepped back, and Leia felt Jabba's tail flopping and twitching excitedly by her leg.
"The great Tamer," Jabba taunted, chortling gleefully, "The great Tamer..." Leia watched in confused terror as a wide section of floor before the throne seemed to drop down and slide back into itself like a puzzle piece, and when the thick metal grating appeared beneath it, she realized in horror just what it was: a hidden window, pointing straight down.
As the throne came to a wiggling stop, making Leia sway where she sat, she leaned forward and looked down; the space beneath was massive, illuminated only by the light from the audience chamber above. Ragged stone walls had been cut away in one section, where a massive metal door began to move-
The collar tightened, and Leia reached up and grabbed her collar as she was forced upright. No, no, NO, she thought desperately, trying to force enough of the collar free of her throat to breathe. Not now!
Still bellowing his booming laughter, Jabba tugged harder on the chain, forcing Leia to lean back just as everyone began shouting and cheering around her. Her heart pounding, Leia realized with horror that whatever was behind that huge metal door in the pit below was now in full view to them, and only by an act of sheer will was she able to keep herself upright long enough for Jabba to become distracted by whatever was going on below. Jabba slackened the chain enough for her to lean forward again, but when she looked down through the grating, she seemed to only see a mass of dark brown movement beyond it, and realized with horror that something enormous was very much alive down there.
Leia tried to cry, then held her tongue as she recognized the squirming figure of the guard being clutched in the monster's paw. It was horrifying to watch the squealing Gammorean being lifted to the monster's face, and cringing, Leia turned away from the feeding monster, hearing the horrible, wet crunching sounds ended, Jabba uttered a long, thrilled cry-the guard was dead, and now only Luke remained-and Leia forced herself to look back down, and gasped, eyes widening.
As if things couldn't possibly look more grim, Leia watched in horror as the monster began to lift another figure toward itself, and there was no mistaking it now: He seemed to be holding something long and pale, swinging it towards the monster as it angled its head, preparing to eat him-and cringing, Leia squeezed her eyes shut to the cheering cacophony.
For a wildly selfish moment, she almost wished that Jabba would pull the chain and make it more difficult for her to have to witness what was going on below. If she had to watch him die, she thought, no, she knew, that she may well go mad-and that was probably precisely why she was left free to watch this; no doubt the Hutt wanted to instill as much fear as possible into her, to torment her watching people die.
No, Leia urged herself. Forcing herself to have more faith in the dealer, Leia opened her eyes and leaned forward. She just managed to watch as Porcellus ran into a cramped corner somewhere on the far end of the pit, and as the crowd grew louder, the chain tightening, Jabba's tail brushing her bare legs as it flipped and flopped excitedly about, Leia knew that this was truly going to be the end-
Then there was a small explosion and a shower of sparks from somewhere in the darkness below, and the grind and squeal of metal, followed by a floor-vibrating thud and a thunderously loud cry-and then, sudden, strange silence.
All around, the crowd grew still, and Leia looked up to see them all staring, wide-eyed and frowning, all deadly quiet.
There was no way that Porcellus death could have done this...
No, NO! AAAGH!" Jabba cried, and Leia knew exactly what had happened: somehow, Porcellus had killed the monster!
Feeling tears hit her eyes as Jabba cursed and bellowed behind her. She began to grin, to snicker, to laugh uncontrollably at her renewed hope-
YANK!
Jabba tugged the chain very hard then, and with a choked cry, Leia fell back on his fleshy belly, the sound of her impact lost in the racket of the outraged, horrified, cries of the audience around her. As Jabba began barking orders, Leia took the opportunity to push herself upright again, but then Jabba tugged again, harder, choking her. Grabbing the collar and shaking her head, Leia fought against her cruel captor, but Jabba was too strong for her, and kept her struggling upon his belly as he shouted, "Bring me that man, and his servant! He will all pay for this outrage!"
As several guards scattering to obey -Leia gagged and kicked her bare legs about, trying to allow some kind of slack on the chain.
"Talk droid!" Jabba bellowed, and Threepio came meekly over. "Translate this to him..." As he spoke, he slackened the chain enough for Leia to push herself upright, coughing and gagging...but then she faltered, her eyes widening as she listened to just what he wanted Threepio to say. Her heart sank; she was mortified. There was no way the Hutt was telling the truth, was there? Surely, he was exaggerating the notion of-
Jabba gave a warning tug to the chain, and Leia tensed. "Worry not, my pet," he said with playful cruelty, "you will still be staying with me for quite some time my beautiful princess..."
Leia's skin crawling at the thought, she realized something: regardless of her value to the Hutt as a hostage, she was being treated as something of a pet to him, wasn't she? Just a source of entertainment and affection, a companion for his whims-no more, and no less, than even that giant monster now lying dead in the pit below. For a moment, she almost felt sorry for it.
A moment later, a familiar voice broke in: "Princess!" Porcellus was being brought in from one door, and following his gaze, Leia looked-and suppressed a grin.
As he was pushed toward before the throne, and it took Leia a moment to realize that the floor had sealed shut again.
As much as Leia was enjoying his casual, banter, Jabba was not so amused. He tugged on the chain, and Leia bared her teeth with a gasp. Enough! she willed him.
"Where's the princess?" she heard his servant ask, with a blindfold on covering his eyes. I'm here!" she cried, but then Jabba gave another firm tug on the chain to silence her.
"Now, droid. Tell them!" Jabba barked.
"Oh, dear..." Threepio said, turning to the prisoners standing before the throne. "His High Exaltedness, the great Jabba the Hutt, has decreed that you are to be terminated immediatly."
"it cant be that bad," Porcellus muttered.
Beside Leia, the lizard-monkey cackled loudly.
"You will therefore be taken to the Dune Sea and cast into the pit of Carkoon, the nesting place of the all-powerful Sarlacc," Threepio said, and Leia bristled with tension. "In its belly..." Threepio continued, and just as she heard Jabba's wet mouth as he licked his lips, the chain was tugged; she closed her eyes and rocked back, but it was just a passing yank, and she glared out of the corner of her eye as she leaned forward again as the droid finished pronouncing the death sentence. "...you will find a new definition of pain and suffering, as you are slowly digested over a...thousand years."
So there it was; it was true, after all. Leia sat there, petrified; what could they possibly do now?
"On second thought, let's pass on that, huh?" the servant said, his humor lost to the grim smile on his face.
To counter the air of sarcasm, Porcellus said, "You should've bargained, Jabba."
With the air of finality, Jabba commanded, "Take them away!"
Guards began to usher Porcellus, and his servant away, and as the crowd began to mill and move towards the exit, Porcellus glared back at Jabba and called out, grinning confidently,.
Jabba began laughing, and as the crowd began to file out through the arched doorways, there came another firm yank on the chain. Leia didn't resist this time; she didn't even cry. With a choked gasp, she fell back on Jabba, hearing as well as feeling the fleshy plop of his gelatinous flesh as her bare back landed upon it, her head nestled into a dimple in its upper slope. Leia barely even paid attention as the Hutt's hand fell to her shoulder and began to rub it, the lizard-monkey cackling louder. She could only stare after the crowd as they exited the audience chamber, her mind lost to the terror of certainty that a good man and dealer might perish- while was stuck here, forever.
When Jabba gave an upward tug on the chain and said something, Leia was halfway to her feet before realizing that he had commanded her, and in her distraught, she had obeyed.
Leia urged herself as she stood upright and turned, glaring, to Jabba. "Da eitha, Slave Leia..." he half-purred, half-gurgled, and Leia only resisted for a footstep before he pulled on the chain again, harder. She stood beside Jabba.
Leia's eyes widened at the sheer size of what loomed before her, only to squeeze shut as Jabba gave a tug on her chain.
The Sail Barge, as Jabba had called it, was a massive hovercraft, its deck crowned with three huge, red canopies that did bear some resemblance to the sails of a windcraft. Its massive engines were roaring, and it was already afloat, yet even more deep thrumming sounds arose as more of its workings came to life.
"Impressive, isn't it?" Jabba said behind Leia, slackening the chain; had she been asked this in another situation entirely, Leia might have agreed.
The exit from the audience chamber had been one of the longest trips of Leia's life-and, despite the dark, alien surroundings and the disturbing context of her captivity, it was uncomfortably similar to her doom-laden imprisonment by the Empire, in the moments before she watched the Death Star obliterate her homeworld of Alderaan.
Leia had only been too glad that Jabba's repulsorlift-driven throne had just entered a pitch-black hallway when her tears, long overdue, had finally hit.
After a seemingly endless trip through the palace's labyrinthine corridors, the throne had finally entered the cavernous hangars, where the crowds were piling into the Sail Barge as purchased a bigger one that the previous one to accommodate more guests. It was 3 times bigger than his orginal and onto a number of land skiffs to accompany it into the Dune Sea.
Hating the disgusting feeling of his squishy, greasy flesh upon the exposed skin of naeked back. "Mmmhhhh..." Jabba grumbled, and Leia gasped when she felt one of his hands cup her backside in a most uncomfortable and unmistakable grope. To try to escape his hand. His other, chain-wielding hand lowered and pressed to her side, the cold metal links touching her skin giving her a chill.
The harem-mistress, Melina, had told Leia not to worry about Jabba's intentions, that the Hutt was "a pervert, even by Hutt standards, not that perverse." Right now and after a number of other, equally disturbing occasions, Leia highly questioned that statement; she was only too grateful for the distraction, however temporary it may be.
Finally boarding the barge, Jabba maneuvered his throne deep into the craft. His pet lizard-monkey jumped from the throne and scuttled off to some far corner. Once they parked, Jabba forced Leia back against his belly as they waited for their departure.
The sounds of other vehicles exiting the hangar made Leia's heart sink even deeper into her chest, and as the barge continued to idle for the better part of another hour, she wondered if they would ever actually leave.
When they finally departed the palace, Jabba opened the barge's multitude of windows. Despite the fans blowing all around them, the hot air sweeping through the barge was still sweltering, and Leia tried to keep some distance between herself and the Hutt, as much and as often as she could.
Then told her she may look outside for a few minutes. He tossed some of the chain's slack at her feet, and Leia guardedly took up his offer, stepping off of the throne and moving to the windows across the way.
Leia gazed out the window at the huge, orange hills of sand as they rolled by, took a deep breath of the hot (but amazingly fresh) air. She let the desert air, heated by Tatooine's twin suns one of the land skiffs appeared alongside the Sail Barge, and she gasped.
Porcellys and his were on one of the skiffs outside, driving right alongside the sail barge. Leia leaned in towards the window and placed her arms against the frame, watching them.
Leia only came back to her senses when a nightmare sound interrupted her: the chain jangling. "Like what you see, Leia?" Jabba called behind her, and the chain tightened.
Determined to stay at the window for as long as possible, she twisted back and glared at the Hutt. Two Jawas were helping bring the chain's remaining slack back to Jabba; she knew her time was nearly up, but then Bib Fortuna appeared, carrying a goblet half as as tall as her arm, filled nearly to the top with dark liquid. Jabba's attention was immediately consumed by the drink as his majordomo climbed up beside him on the throne, and Leia took the opportunity to continue looking out the window.
Just then, Porcellus was saying something to his servant, who turned to him and replied with a confident smirk. She wondered what they were saying; no doubt their usual sarcasm-riddled banter, for even then Porcellus inclined his head and said something out of the corner of his mouth in the way that even now made Leia feel warm, deep down inside.
Then the chain was pulled again, much harder this time, and with a loud, half-choked gag, Leia was easily yanked away from the window. The chain was a cacophony of metallic jangling beneath her as she grunted, struggling to keep her feet beneath her as she ran after the tug, her breasts bouncing uncomfortably in their ill-fitting cups. She nearly collided with the throne's stone facade, and with the best of her athletic reflexes, she leapt up onto it; however, her momentum continued to throw her forward, swinging her legs and arms out to brace herself. With a final grunt, she half-landed, half-climbed on Jabba's sloped bulk, trying to straighten herself even as her body gracelessly rammed against his, her belly and thighs coming into contact with his thick, doughy flesh with a most disgusting, fleshly smack. Jabba grunted from the collision, and as Leia's ponytail swung around her left shoulder from the impact and caught between their joining fleshes, she took a heavy breath and sighed, a sick, sinking realization creeping through her. After a single yank on her chain, she had unwillingly-unconsciously-ran to Jabba and assumed a nearly perfect slave's embrace.
Leia immediately pressed her hands to Jabba's belly and tried to push herself away, but then something cool and soft pressed her between her shoulder blades-fingers, which she recognized from their taloned tips as belonging to Bib. Ever attentive, Jabba's majordomo pressed hand firmly against her spine, pinning her in place against the Hutt. Narrowing his eyes, Jabba cooed in her face, "My pretty Leia," his slurring words uttered on a rank, heavy breath that was foul and heavy with half-digested wine. Leia turned her head away in disgust, her breasts heaving into thick, squishy rolls with wet squelching sounds as she sighed, and saw he was holding his goblet beside her head-and moving it quickly closer. As the Hutt added, still speaking in the same, sickeningly suggestive purr: "I love how you appreciating me more," she tensed and looked back at him, eyeing his huge, dribbling lips where they spoke uncomfortably close to her chest...
Turning back to Jabba, Leia watched as he wordlessly offered her the goblet. She reluctantly raised her hands to take it from him, but then he pulled it away, and she lowered her hands in humiliated realization. Blushing furiously, Leia waited for the Hutt to position the goblet before her in his hand until its glass rim touched her lips. He unsteadily tipped it up and forced her to drink. As she'd anticipated, the wine's flavor was bitter and smoky, but it had a fruity flavor that was surprisingly inoffensive; she swallowed, but the Hutt raised the glass higher, and Leia had to force herself to take another mouthful to keep up. She gulped it down hard, but the Hutt kept tipping up the goblet, and Leia blurted into the glass, splurting into the wine, and pulled her head back-and the still-pouring . She cried aloud, spitting and coughing, feeling a rush of warmth inside her-and a wall of slimy flesh quaking and jiggling against her half-naked body as the Hutt burst out laughing.
"HO-Ho-ho-ho-ho, HAH-Hah-hah-hah-hyyaaiigh!"
Leia glared over her shoulder, ready to deliver a whole new name for Bib Fortuna...but the majordomo was no longer behind her. In fact, he wasn't even on the throne; he was standing on the floor nearby, grinning at the exchange.
Leia's eyes widened, but she refused to believe the growing suspicion. She looked down, where Jabba's arms surely held her...but one was in the air beside her, holding the empty, dripping goblet, and the other remained at the Hutt's side.
Although she had originally been forced against Jabba, and Bib had kept her in place, she hadn't even noticed the Twi'lek's hand disappear from her back, much less that Jabba wasn't holding her. She had remained in the slave's embrace, not by any reinforcement or command-but fully of her own volition, like a proper slave.
Jabba clearly saw the look on his face, for the drooling corners of his mouth curled up in grim satisfaction. "You are learning," he said, and Leia realized what she had done-what she was still doing.
Leia was surprised and not a little suspicious of Jabba when he released her and let her sit down before him sitting on the base of Jabba's mighty tail, her rear silk skirt flowing down in front of Jabba's tail, as it covered her butt crack, Jabba felt Leia's tight, round buttocks against his tail, as her front silk skirt flowed down in between her legs, at her already exposed legs.
Jabba kept Leia on an extremely short tether while he was slowly going down Leia's naked back with his hand against her spine caressing it, gazed at his luscious princess. Jabba got to her birthmark on her lower right back his finger went in circles around it as he found every part of Leia attractive. The guards, men, and guests spoke of his impressive domination of the princess, as . Leia looked at them with a look of giving up. Leia felt the cold metal chain against her naked back as Jabba played with it reminding her where her place was. The princess gulped as she sat on Jabba's tail, which was surprisingly firm. Since she knew it was packed with several layers of powerful muscle necessary to propel the Hutt on and off his throne and able to move, but due to his laziness stayed on his throne. Leia could feel the Hutt's life force firing through his nerves and twitching muscles, running from the base of his tail where she was sitting.
An announcement was made over the sail barge's intercom; they were halfway to The Sarlac Pit. Everyone cheered as Leia stayed silent, sitting there half naked if there is such a word, as her outfit was so small it barley covered anything, chained to the vile Hutt sitting on his tail. Jabba licked his lips and yanked hard on Leia's chain in excitement. The princess watching in helpless terror, with her lower body on Jabba's tail, he colied it up more so she was more Jabba admired her scantily clad body.
During the long trip into the Dune Sea-over an hour, from what Leia could gather-she waited for Jabba to inevitably make good on his original promise from when she'd been captured, for him to thoroughly enjoy whatever sick, lecherous pleasures he would get from her company. However, he did no such thing; he all but ignored her in favor of food and wine, only pulling on her chain once or twice by accident. It was almost as if he were showing her some form of respect during this difficult period as she came to terms with herself and what she was; and in some small way, Leia was grateful for that.
Soon, the Sail Barge began to slow down. conversely, Leia's heart, having only just returned to its normal rhythm, began to race. They were almost at the Pit of Carkoon.
Leia looked away, but was left listening as he stuffed the thrashing, squealing thing between his toothless gums and swallowed. She could feel Jabba's bulky flabs jiggling wetly where they were in contact with her naked back, and groaned her repulsion. Then the Hutt belched horribly, and Leia, feeling nauseous in the cloud of miasma that welled out over her senses. To make matters worse, she heard Jabba slurping at the aftertaste, and she felt the tip of tongue lick at her face, and she had to suppress the urge to throw up.
Jabba reaching a chubby arm for his throne's controls, maneuvering it closer to the windows. As he commanded the heavy metal shades to be raised, and he didn't seem to notice or care when Leia stepped quickly aside and faced away from him. As the windows opened wider, golden shafts of sunlight washed in over her exposed skin. When the light met her eyes, she squeezed them shut, letting the hot air take her tears.
Around them, the crowd moved closer to the windows, leaving plenty of room for the Hutt and his slave. Outside, the landscape position themselves in a great semicircle around the edges of a huge pit in the sand, as if a cave had opened in the ground. Leia stepped forward, craning her neck to look down-and her eyes widened when she saw the bottom of the pit.
An enormous, leathery cone pointed down into the middle of the pit, its apex a ragged hole. Radiating above it were rings of hard flesh, lined with downward-pointing spikes-undeniably fangs. Clusters of tentacles poked out of different points on the thing's periphery, sensing and recognizing the activity above, beckoning. The Sarlacc was nothing less than a massive mouth in the sand-and it was waiting for its next meal.
And directly above it, Porcellus, and his servant were being ushered to the edge of their skiff.
Leia balled her fists at her sides, her heart thundering, as she waited.
"Victims of the almighty Sarlacc: his excellency hopes that you will die...honorably. But should any of you wish to beg for mercy, the great Jabba the Hutt will now listen to your pleas."
Jabba burst out laughing, and Leia looked back as Threepio handed him the microphone. "Move him into position!" he called.
Leia thought nothing back; she simply, helplessly stared at Porcellus, licked and pursed her dry lips, and waited.
"Put him in!" Jabba bellowed, and Leia closed her eyes, her pulse seeming to freeze in her veins. This was it.
He had been executed with no effort of trying to escape.
Jabba was shouting his joy. He unwittingly yanked Leia's chain, briefly choking her.
Tensing, Leia glanced back at Jabba.
The guards moved his servant into position. Jabba speaking through the microphone, "Drop him in".
Day in Jabba's Palace Part 2
Leia drew in a deep breath, hoping somehow that would help calm her shivering, as it was one of the coldest nights Leia was experiencing. It didn't help. Her outfit did absolutely nothing to warm her. She lay reclined on the cold stone dais of Jabba's throne, attempting in vain to cover her naked legs with the thin Lashaa Silk skirts that were attached to the small gold crescent moon plates of her outfit, but it did absolutely nothing, the front silk skirt flowing in between her legs draped over her ankle of her Jerba leather boot flowing down the throne, letting the rear skirt to cover her ass crack as that was it only meant for as she sat on it flowing underneath her body letting the skirt flow down the throne. The gold-plated bra if you can call it that just covered her nipples exposing her firm breasts with two very thin strings attached to the sides of the frames formed the X shape on her naked back and the fact that she was pantie less made it worse for her as her vagina formed a cameltoe due to the coldness, and her butt cheeks clenched together. The metal collar around her slim neck and cold chain flowing down against her naked back wasn't helping matters much, either. But it was the damp, disgusting feel of Jabba the Hutt's tail against her naked back that iced Leia down to her core.
The desert winds howling against the palace walls only seemed to help intensify Jabba's brutish snores and the wheezing breathing of the courtroom's sleeping occupants. Through the darkness, over the heaps of alien, human, and humanoid bodies that blanketed the dirt-packed floor. The Gammorean guards were asleep as well, all crouched up against the walls, their vibro-axes stuck in their folded arms, thick drool dribbling from their slack mouths.
Leia heard someone's footsteps, she slowly opened her eyes to scan the audience chamber. She knew, without a doubt, that she wasn't the only one awake in the dark, filthy courtroom. She knew she was being watched.
She opened her eyes, glancing up at the frog-bowl beside her, and listened carefully. Lifting her chin, she peered into the darkness. The noise kept going of the footsteps.
A low chuckle permeated the darkness, followed by a synthesized voice as cold and dark as the dank room itself. "Still the haughty princess, aren't you? Seems your pride cannot be bound in the same fashion as your body."
She glared into the dark with steely focus as she slid out from behind a pillar. She heard the soft clanking of her sandals over the gurgles and snorts of the sleeping courtiers.
She slowly, quietly moved into the only light the room had, a dim shaft of moonbeam that shot through the skylight in front of Leia.
She sat slowly up before Jabba She felt the cushions shift against her bottom shifted as she slowly sat up, and the chain that kept her by side jingled. Staring into the womans eyes, Leia felt a chill due to the cool air traveling over her exposed flesh.
She glanced down at her half-naked body, at the long, thick, green tail that slithered and wiggled sleepily beside her bare thigh, and at the lizard-monkey sitting in the thick, coiled base of that tail. Blushing deeply.
Jess purposely moved up and down her bared body. She could Leia was cold from seeing her breasts firm and hard, while she glances down and saw Leia's butt cheeks clenched together. Leia glared up at her as she looked at Leia, then right back down at the throne before her as she felt the tip of Jabba's tail brushed her thigh, making her skin crawl.
Leia glancing at Jess as she notices she had fur blanket wrapped around her. This had been one of the coldest nights for Leia as the palace would get cold but more than enough that should handle, but tonight she was very chili.
Jess stepped forward and seated herself on the dais next to Leia. Slowly, she turned in Leia's direction. The shivering from cold had now been replaced by the trembling of embarrassment.
Jess began talking to Leia. "Jabba love you princess, "In fact, I find your courage and loyalty towards him admirable princess." Leia to embarrassed to look at Jess.
You're a princess, Jabba deserves one such as you to be by his side. "I understand why he would appreciate someone of your stature." Heaving a heavy sigh, she slumped her shoulders and turned away. Jess leaned closer to Leia. Jess put one hand on Leia's bare thigh as if to comfort her.
"You should be lucky Jabba treats you like a princess." Leia glancing up at Jess thinking to herself how wrong she is.
Jess, "You are a beautiful princess and be glad your highness has her king to take care of her. " I hope you are enjoying your outfit that Lyn designed for you my princess, "It is an honor to wear such a specialty outfit for you princess and an outfit that is one of a kind like your previous one," I like the design of it and how just more appropriate for you to wear to show your beauty."
Leia had sat there saying nothing as everyone in the palace slept. Sitting as far as the chain would allow. Jess started talking to the scantily clad Leia, telling her not to speak, as she was not allowed to. Jess telling Leia how she finds Leia very beautiful, and deserves this life as she is much more appreciated as a princess and is treated like royalty with Jabba, Jess continued speaking to Leia also saying to her that she was safe in the hands of Jabba, giving a bit of a sarcastic laugh full well knowing the state of Leia.
Jess looks at the scantily clad Leia examining her body. First she looks at her luscious smooth legs, noticing the Jerba Leather boots on her feet as Jabba's tail grinds against her naked leg. Then sees the small gold triangular crescent moon shaped plates both very small the front just covering her crotch while the back hung just barley touched her butt crack, as both the front and rear skirt hang down the throne, slowly working her way up, seeing her tight round navel, and vertical line on her stomach due to being in shape, then scanning her firm breasts with only the small sups covering her nipples. Her ears pierced with the gold earrings, her bracelet on her right arm and then looks at her snake armband on her left arm. The dancer moves closer to Leia, seeing her hair combed back and put into a large bun with gold hair clips shaped like a crown holding it in place, and a long braid running down her shoulder held together with a gold hair fastener.
Leia still humiliated at this said nothing, just looked at Jess. Jess then telling Leia how the collar and chain suit her and how it greatly matches her outfit. Jess out of curiosity puts one hand around Leia's collar feeling how tight it is around her neck, and playing with it. Leia looks down at the floor in humiliation, as Jess continues to play with her tight gold collar. Jess, " now that is sure is tight around your neck you must feel it around your neck even when Jabba isn't playing with your chain?" Leia nods a yes. Jess then proceeds to tell her, " at least you are nice and safe with your master princess, as he cares deeply about you, and you should be grateful to have been given a new life as his slave."
Jess sitting next to Leia, began to caress Leia's back, Leia looking at Jess with a helpless face, then back down.
This is a majestic outfit that Master Jabba has given you. Such an opulent gift is not to be ruined especially since Lyn the famous opera singer made it for you my dear princess." Jess lifts Leia chin up causing Leia to stare at her as she though she gave a damn what Jabba wanted. She certainly didn't appreciate the gift. Leia certainly would have preferred something more comfortable. Jess took a moment to appreciate what Leia was given. Such an outfit was enough to make a dancer envious, since Lyn made it for her. Strangely it had nothing to do with its design, or even what it was made out of. Jabba only gave the most elaborate and expensive outfits to servants he most favored. Leia didn't want the bikini... she wanted her freedom the most and despised her bikini. Jabba would never give anyone something like this... and . You were a princess.
Jess sighed "you don't need to saying princess, not that you aren't allowed to anyways", "Princess you should have a greater respect for Jabba as he is your master, Royalty. Those of you born to be rich, powerful, privileged... you are always just so lucky." Leia got a sense that Jess was going off in a lecture in the difference in social class. Although she thought it absurd that Lyn would call her a spoiled girl, she kept her silence.
It saddened Leia to hear of Jess's opinion on her, as Leia stay silent, she genuinely wanted to hear more of what she would say, but knew it would degrade her.
Your kind always have it so much better than the rest of the people. The slaves are the that serve you... no one appreciates what they have made of themselves. Never are a slaves feelings spared." As she spoke, You're royality and your master pampers you, unlike the rest of the slaves . And yet you're still so lucky because you are a princess and treated as such."
Leia felt ashamed, yet saddened that Jess didn't see her for what she was. Despite everything Leia had done in helping the Rebels, Jess still thought of her like a spoiled brat, ordering slaves around like their lives meant nothing, when she was a princess on Alderaan. "Leia, you stopped being a princess when Alderaan was destroyed. Since that time, you had devoted your life to fighting for the freedom of everyone in the galaxy. It was in pursuing the rights of people like you that you ended up where you are now.
"Princess, to become the Jabba's favorite as it is a great honor Jabba told me how much he enjoys your presence. He said he is proud to have his princess by his side. He wanted you to sit with him on the throne. He shows you off proudly."
"Princess... you have no idea just how lucky you." You have his unconditional affection." Jess had stopped her lecture to Leia. As Lynn looked at her , telling Leia that she hoped she understands how much Leia is important to Jabba. Leia looks back down ashamed, knowing full well her current state as his slave, and trophy. Leia knew Jess's point of view is wrong, because Leia had been stripped of her dignity literally and figuratively, forced to wear a skimpy oufit, dolled up, and chained to the neck, sexually abused by Jabba with his constant gropes, and tugs. But, Leia was still growing accustomed to her life as his slave, still not fully broken. Jabba might have treated her differently from other slaves because she is a princess.
Speaking to Leia, "You are lucky to have such a caring master who keeps you safe, as you have always deserved to wear his collar and chain.
As Jess played with her braid, the memory only became vivid. She remembered there had been one servant that spent so much time doing hair, the servant stroked her hair with a brush, only to find another tangle. The bikini she wore was nothing shed ever wear in her life. Jess placed Leia's long plait back over her shoulder as it dangled on her stomach.
Jess'cs finger goes around in circles around Leia's birthmark telling Leia that it's very attractive she has a beauty mark. Jess recalls the story Lynn told her about birthmakrs telling her the story again as her finger goes up and down Leia's spine, "A birthmark or mole as on the body signifies you are special in my culture, as not many in the galaxy have it, as it is very rare, and is seen as a mark of royalty. You had everything handed to you, no this mark on your body is special for those who have it," Jess talks about this as was she was more fascinated by Leia the more the pondered about what Lynn had said , because not only was she a princess but according to Lynn she was very special and one of a kind. Jess finishes with telling Leia that she is truly one of a kind.
The Hutt delivered a quick, hard yank on her chain. She blinked and gagged as she felt herself pitch backwards, but was able to catch herself before Jess had to witness her pathetically falling back upon the Hutt's huge belly. Leia glared out of the corner of her eye with annoyance as she sat up upright again, Jess gazed down at Leia's tight stomach
Jabba still asleep, it was nothing more than a reflex. My, my, princess even while he sleeps your master thinks about you. Jess looked at Leia's flat, toned stomach as she breathed.
Extending her arm out curious to feel the touch of the very scantily clad Leia. Leia sitting at the very edge of the throne in her regal position with her head looking down at the floor in utter humiliation as she did not like that Jess was looking at her like a piece of meat like everyone else has been doing.
Jess puts her hand on Leia's leather boot, feeling the rich texture of it then touches the gold detail on her boot then moves her hand off the boot onto Leia's leg, slowly moving her hand up her smooth naked leg.
Leia very uncomfortable with his, looking down in utter, humiliation.
As Jess looks at Leia, and Jabba asleep, while enjoying Leia the famous Rebel Princess. Leia gazing at Jess as her rear silk covers her butt crack. Jess not paying attention keeps moving her hand up her leg then up to her hips and the open oval hips fasteners as she feels the inside of the open hip fasteners with her finger as she feels Leia's skin. Leia looks down at Jabba's tail not keeping eye contact with Jess. Jess reaches around Leia's backside, grabbing the rear silk that's covering her ass crack and pulls it from underneath Leia, as her chain jingles and dangles on her naked back, Jess touches the Lashaa silk with her hand slowly following the length of the fabric as it ends, then slowly works her way up till she reaches the end of it, placing it on a pillow as it lay flowing backwards on a pillow touching Jabba's flsh as she begins to caresses Leia's buttocks as they clench together, noticing Leia's birthmark on her lower back.
Lynn looking at the small triangular plate covering her vagina, lifts the front skirt up and puts it over her outer left thigh and her hand moves onto her tight pussy, starts rubbing it slowly, Leia closes her eyes as she feels the sensation of being turned on , Leia tilts her head back . Jess continues to rub Leia's tight pussy, Leia opens her eyes, giving slight eye contact to Jess but looking down. Jess slowly stops then goes to Leia's stomach as she feels with a finger Leia's vertical line on as her stomach going up and down due to Leia breathing, . Jess puts a finger in Leia's tight round navel her finger going in circles inside it, then goes out of the navel going in circles around Leia's belly button. She slowly moves her hand around Leia's stomach working her way up to Leia's firm breasts giving them a little massage, feeling the cold sensation from her small cups on her nipples. Jess then lifts Leia's chin, looking at Leia's dolled up face.
Suddenly, there came a firm yank on the chain. Leia didn't resist this time; With a choked gasp, she fell back on Jabba, hearing as well as feeling the fleshy plop of his gelatinous flesh as her bare back landed upon it, her head nestled into a dimple in its upper slope. Leia barely even paid attention as the Hutt's hand fell to her shoulder and began to rub it. Jabba commanded Jess to leave and that she was never to touch the princess again, and that no one will.
The scantily clad Leia's chain runs across Jabba's belly as Leia lay against his stomach, her left cheek against the cold chain, Leia silently on Jabba. Leia looking at everyone in the room sleeping as Jess left to her place. Jabba's hand lay on Leia's shoulder as his tail rubbed against her naked leg, while her rear Lashaa silk lay on the pillow Jess put it exposing her tight round buttocks, her front Lashaa silk draped over her left thigh, leaving her womanhood exposed for all to see, although everyone is asleep, they have a clear view of her exposed buttocks as she lay reclined back against her master.
Jabba looking down at the scantily clad Leia commanded, she go back to sleep, while he rubbed her shoulder. Jabba lustfully gazing down at the scantily clad Leia, his eyes looking down as he has a full view of her firm boobs, tight stomach, smooth legs, and her exposed vagina as the front silk skirt draped over her outer thigh, then at her tight round rear, licking his lips.
As Jabba's hand groped Leia's shoulder his tail rubbed against her naked leg. Although Leia hated laying before her master or against him, she was glad that she had pillows for some comfort that Jabba provided her to sit and lay on, it didn't change her views of Jabba. She didn't like that Jess had violated her, but was thankful Jabba stopped her.
Sometime had past, Leia not knowing the time Jabba had stopped groping Leia's shoulder. Looking at Salacious in the inside of Jabba's coiled tale fast asleep. Leia grabbed her front silk skirt placing it in between her inner thighs and letting the rest drape over the ankle of her Jerba leather boot draping down to the side of the throne. Leia left her rear silk skirt laying on the pillow Jess placed it on as it flowed against Jabba's flesh she did not want to get up and wake Jabba up as she adjusted it, leaving her rear completely exposed, let alone the crease of her butt, as it was meant to cover her butt crack. Leia slowly started falling asleep, her head nestled on his stomach as she turned her head to his hand that was on her right shoulder using it a pillow. Jabba felt her head on his arm, opening his eyes, giving the chain a slight tug of joy, then loosening the chain a bit but still keeping her on a very short tether and taut.
He was happy to see Leia rest, and appreciate him. She tensed as she felt the cold chain on her left shoulder. Jabba closed his eyes going back. Leia finally closing her eyes. Everyone in the audience chamber was fast asleep and silent. The scantily clad lay against her masters belly during the cold Tatooine night.
Jabba's Space Cruiser, the Star Jewel
Leia opened her eyes, glancing up at the frog-bowl beside her, and everyone else in the audience chamber as she all slowly started to wake up.
She sat slowly up before Jabba. She glanced down at her half-naked body, at the long, thick, green tail that slithered and wiggled sleepily beside her bare thigh, and at the lizard-monkey sitting in the thick, coiled base of that tail. Blushing deeply.
There was an enormous, phlegmy groan and the skin-crawling squelch of folds of sticky flesh stretching and parting from itself as her loathsome captor, Jabba the Hutt, started awake. She felt the cushions shift against her bottom as the Hutt shifted, and the chain that kept her by his side jingled as the shadows of his short, chubby arms fell over her.
Bib, standing in front of the throne, "Master it's time for the trip to Nal Hutta.
Hearing the chain links jingle behind her as they were pulled taut, Leia tensed. "Great, thank you Bib," Jabba said commanding everyone to leave the audience chamber as Leia could only stare after the crowd as they exited the audience chamber. As Jabba pulled slowly back on the chain. Feeling the collar tighten on the front of her throat, Leia firmed her abdomen and tried to lean away from the Hutt, but her throat began to be crushed; closing her eyes and silently gasping for air, she rocked back towards Jabba just as he mercifully slackened the chain, and straightening, she let her breath out.
Moments Later… After a seemingly endless trip through the palace's labyrinthine corridors, the throne had finally entered the cavernous hangars, where the crowds were piling into Jabba's Star Jewel, his pleasure yaht.
Finally boarding his pleasure yaht, Jabba maneuvered his throne deep into the craft as Both Leia and Jabba moved off he stone dais and sat on the massive cushion of a throne. His pet lizard-monkey jumped from the throne and scuttled off to some far corner. Once they parked on the second , Jabba forced Leia back against his belly as they waited for their departure.
Leia was amazed at the Star Jewel's lounge as contained a main stage on the far end featuring 3 poles and dancing space. Throughout the rest of the room were individual couches and three other poles surrounded by group seating for more intimate entertainment. Of course, Jabba had his throne, and there was plenty of serving space for alcohol and other illicit substances.
Leia could tell from seeing everything in the Star Jewel. Jabba used the Star Jewel as a mobile palace, an extension of his power and wealth. Accordingly, the vessel contained every amenity and luxury the Hutt enjoyed in his main palace on Tatooine. Extensive kitchen facilities provided sumptuous feasts, opulent quarters gave comfort matched only by the finest Core World hotels, Jabba's musicians entertained at all hours, and for more carnal pleasures, trips on the Star Jewel also included members of Jabba's famous stable of gorgeous slave girls.
Leia sat on the base of Jabba's mighty tail, her rear silk skirt flowed down the base of Jabba's tail, as it covered her butt crack, Jabba felt Leia's tight, round buttocks against the base of his tail as the tip of it wriggled. Her front silk skirt flowed down in between her inner tighs, at her already exposed legs.
Beside her sat two Jawas next to the scantly clad princess as well, one of whom was fanning her mockingly before the Hutt and his men.
The space yaht was in full swing, his goons, guards, and guests drinking and socializing with each other, while the dancers danced and sang.
Leia could see Jabba's interactions from the corner of her eye, his hand holding a goblet filled with alcohol. Between allthe licking and the giggling she could hear him talking to the guests.
Jabba with a goblet in his hand gazed at Leia as a handful of people gathered around them. Leia, ignoring the suggestive whispers from passengers. Jabba sipped from his large goblet of wine and stared at the firm round ass of his pretty slave girl, just covering her butt crack by the back of her purple Lashaa silk skirt.
The high society guests of Jabba looked on surprised to see the Hutt, who they all knew as a criminal, walking in with what appeared to be a dignified woman. With his droid translating, Jabba bellowed: "Oh Jabba the senator is here to negotiate terms with you." The Senator, a small, thin man wearing an Imperial dress uniform came down the stairs. Jabba watched him approach with a smug look on his face as he stroked Leia's rear. She stood next to him, hoping this party would be over soon. His calloused and slimy hand massaged her tight buttocks.
Jabba chuckled and as the corrupt senator talked "I see you are doing well Jabba", looking at the scantily clad Leia. Jabba responding back" It's a pleasure doing business with you as always Jabba," looking at the scantily clad Leia barley recognizing her. Jabba giving a slight tug on her chain reminding her of her place.
The crowd partied and drank. Several men watched Leia from afar as she sat at the base of Jabba's tail. The busty and curvaceous slave dancers gave strip tease dances that pleased Jabba greatly. During these performances As the party went on, the high class slave dancers with scanty colorful outfits were auctioned for the pleasure of spending the night with them. The bounty hunters and smugglers all purchased a girl to return to their rooms with. Leia found the display disturbing.
Leia watched the party go on. Leia stood next to Jabba as her chain dangles on her naked back.
Jabba scans Leia's nearly half naked body from head to toe looking at her dolled up face, earrings, her hair bun, and plait dangling over her shoulder as the long plait stopped at her tight round navel, then glancing at her hard firm breasts, with only the two small bra cups that covered her nipples, Jabba gives Leia a slight jerk on her chain, a silent reminder of her place as she glances back at him. Jabba looks at her her snake armband on her left upper arm and bracelet on her right arm. He then glances at her small front skirt plate that is only covering her crotch and the silk attached at the bottom of it as it flows down her just above her ankles, only in between her inner thighs, showing off her legs, and at the hip fasteners that were made of two separate pieces on each hip to make the open oval exposing her hips. Lastly, Jabba looks at her rear with the back skirt plate the same size at the front just above her ass crack, with the silk skirt the width of index finger only covering her butt crack, then at her Jerba leather boots, then back at her ass licking his lips. Glancing back up at Leia, noticing the expression on her face of fear, jerking on her chain, Leia glances back at Jabba in annoyance.
Leia could tell when Jabba was looking at her from behind and not paying attention to anything else as he would lick his lips and play with her chain as it jingled and swayed back and forth on her naked back.
"Go, gaze my lovely." He said to her as he loosened his grip on the chain, giving her just enough slack to barely make it to the window on the other side of the Star Jewel. Leia gave a slight nod of her head before walking to the window, forever mindful of the lustful glances she would receive on the way there. Luckily though, no-one decided to touch her.
She reached the window and felt her collar tighten. Her throat constricted she turned her head to look at Jabba, assuming that he was pulling on it to bring her back to him. But when she looked, she saw his attention had returned to other slave girls. She had reached the end of the chain's length, she couldn't move any further away from him.
Thankfully though, she was able to gaze out the window, and even place her hand on the railing of the window. Gazing at the vast vacuum of space.
Jabba commanded one guard to stand on one side of the window to watch over Leia. Jabba grabs from his bowl of frogs, stuffs them into his mouth one by one, with the chain in his other hand. Leia looks out into space looking at the planets as they pass them by. Longing so much to have freedom like she once had being able to sleep where she wanted and in a comfortable bed, but she had to sleep nearly naked on Jabba's stone dias with nothing more than a few pillows, and had to either recline back or was forced to sleep on his belly. Looking at the women fully clothed that stood within a distance of her, she missed wearing actual clothes such as her ceremonial gown she wore at the ceremony of Luke and Han, or her Hoth suit, but since being Jabba's slave she was forced to wear that wretched metal bikini, that left her no modesty. Jabba forced her to be nearly naked wearing so little nothing more than her skimpy top that just covered her nipples of her breasts, Jerba leather boots, her bracelets, her gold plates, Lashaa silk and wore her hair in a bun with a long braid that was fastened with a gold hair fastner that dangled suggestively down her shoulder and her back. Leia did not like the feeling of the braid against her naked stomach and back. More over she did not like that Jabba made her wear so much make up, as she never wore to much or too little, but to the extent of the make up she was wearing made her look like a mockery of her royal status. Also not liking the bracelets she was forced the wear, the one on her upper left arm and the armlet on her right wrist, as she was not a fan of jewelry.
Leia glanced back at Jabba, watching him eat and drink, while slow music was being played, she was grateful that at least Jabba let her be alone for the time being despite still being collared to him, as she would always be to him.
Leia glanced back at Jabba, watching him eat and drink, while slow music was being played, she was grateful that at least Jabba let her be alone for the time being despite still being collared to him, as she would always be to him.
Leia looks outside seeing nothing but the planets as they past by, hearing the music of the Max Rebo Band playing. Having stood by the window for some time the slight cold breeze from the cold outside in space having made her pert firm breasts firmer, harding her nipples, while also making her vagina tight, and making her butt cheeks clench together. One of the guards approaches Leia. Leia noticing it is a human guard she glances at him and as she is about to respond Jabba tugs on it, silencing her, reminding her of her place.
The guard scanning Leia's nearly naked body, then back at her face to face. "Princess I hope your enjoying our protection, as it is our duty to serve Jabba and his royal highness Leia." Leia looks at the guard, wanting to speak, but knowing if she even tried or said anything Jabba would silence her. "I know Jabba won't allow you to speak my dear princess but you are in good hands. Leia knowing he is right that she is in better hands of Jabba, but living the rest of her life out as a slave to Jabba she despised it from the very moment she was chained to him.
The guard glances down at Leia's birthmark on her lower right back "Princess you have an amazing body, and the birthmark of yours makes it all the more divine." Drinking some liquor, he offers Leia a drink. She looks at his hand as he moves the cup closer to her mouth. "Have a drink princess." Leia puts both her hands on the guard's hand as he holds the cup in place as she slowly drinks from the cup, feeling the liquor go down her throat. Leia stops drinking from the cup, from a distance Jabba commands the guard to stay by Leia's side.
The journey to Nal Hutta had been taking a while and Leia knowing they weren't there yet, just looked out the window as the guard stood next to her as Jabba requested.
Leia notices that a show is about to start from down below Jabba's observation deck along with some of the men gathered around going to the railing. With Lyn going to do a performance. Leia moves away from the window as Jabba commands her to watch the opera show Lyn will be doing. Leia puts her right hand upward on the round pillar to have something to hold onto. Leia sees the opera going in full swing. Leia feels her collar tighten, allowing her to go so far to see the performance.
Jabba looking at his scantily clad slave princess, very much enjoying the view of her nearly naked body, he glances down at her Jerba leather boots, then slowly works his way up enjoying her naked legs, and her tight round butt cheeks, liking mouth in lust. Slowly, goes up looking at her birthmark on her lower right back. Jabba pulls on Leia's chain, she glances back at him with annoyance, wanting to watch the opera.
Leia watches the perfomance. Leia, feeling the collar pressing against her neck as she looks out. Leia smiles as the opera continues. Leia trying to ignore the slight tugs on her chain. Trying to enjoy the opera. Leia grabs the collar with her left hand hoping it will help with the pressure against her neck. Leia looks back at Jabba. Turning back to watch the opera Leia puts her hand that's in the collar by her side, while her other hand grips the pillar for support.
Leia feeling a bit cold her breasts firm. Her buttocks clenched together. Jabba gazing at his scantily glad Leia's back. Leia looking down at the performance, actually enjoying it, and thankful she is wearing something this time and not naked like the last time she saw the performance of Lyn. Leia relaxed and enjoying the opera show, thankful Jabba was not tugging on her chain, she began to remember reflect on her early years back on Alderaan going to see an opera with her parents and the joy it was to see them and what happy memories it brought her remembering her family, which put a smile on her face, but then she came to realize, that in her current state she didn't quite enjoy as much as she used to. She was nearly naked and chained to the neck to her master Jabba the Hutt and degraded. As Jabba's scantily-clad slave girl, Leia was not allowed to speak without her master's permission. If she disobeyed him, he would pull her back and start choking her. Leia only there to be Jabba's personal slave and dressed in nothing more than a skimpy slave girl outfit she was meant to be seen and not speak. This kept her in her place, where Jabba believed she belonged: exposed, silent, on a leash, and available for his sexual desires. With this punishment, Leia quickly learned to keep her mouth shut around her Hutt master for fear of this humiliating exposure. It had been a while since she heard her own voice and missed having the freedom to speak and say what she wanted to, which she longed for, but didn't have the freedom to speak.
Some time had past and Leia knew it had been a couple hours since the opera had occurred and all the guests, dancers, and Jabba's men had slowly been falling asleep all in their spots in the Space Jewel. Suddenly, Jabba pulled hard on Leia's chain causing her to fall back as the collar dug deep into her throat and gagged. Leia ran to Jabba as her stomach came in contact with his flesh. She could tell Jabba was falling asleep. Jabba to Leia "my lovely princess lets take a nap we still have a long trip to Nal Hutta" He gestures to her to lay down on the small space provided for her on the throne that was a big cushion, there had been pillows provided for her as usual for her to lay on.
Jabba watched as Leia adjusted herself turning her upper body facedown on the pillows sleeping on her stomach in the freefall sleeping position with her arms raised around her pillows while her lower body lay on the rest of the space provided for her. She put her head on a pillow with her head to the side facing in Jabba's direction as she can see his flesh, Jabba slackened the chain a bit feeling the cold loose chain on her naked back. Jabba gazed at his nearly naked slave as he looked at one of her legs lay against his coiled tale while the other her leg raised to her hip slightly as it dangled freely, enjoying the view of her luscious legs. He slowly raised his gaze to her buttocks as the rear silk flowed in between her legs as it only covered her butt crack licking his lips, as he loosens his grip on her chain causing more of the cold chain to run against her naked back, Leia shivers a bit from the coldness of the chain. Jabba notices and removes the bottom half of the chain that was on her lower back onto the throne with the chain on her upper back running down on her side. He gazes at her naked back and licks his lips as he gazes at her birthmark, working his way up going back the tiny black strings that created an X shape on her back as he could barley see them due to their thinness, then he sees Leia's dolled up face giving her a smile, as her long braid flowed down her shoulder and onto the pillows.
Jabba had already fallen asleep while Leia's eyes were slowly closing. She felt slightly cold and the cold chain running down most her upper back didn't help, she felt Jabba's tail rub against her leg as she fell asleep. Leia was at least thankful she had pillows to lie on for some comfort on the already cushion of a throne.
The Space Jewel flew in the vast emptiness of space. Salacious glancing at the nearly naked Leia as she sleeps, looking at her naked leg as it slightly hangs off the edge of the dais wearing her Jerba leather boats, slowly scanning upwards at her back, licking his lips as he looks at her beauty mark on her lower right back as Jabba's tail sways sideways caressing her naked leg. Salacious grabs her rear silk lifting it up as Leia is soundly asleep, takes a peek at her exposed vagina that is shaped in the form of a camel toe due to the coldness causing it to tighten up. Salacious licks his lips as he enjoys what he sees. Looking at Jabba he knows he's not allowed to touch Leia. He lays down her rear silk, letting it flow down her rear covering her butt crack.
Salacious scans her nearly naked body as she sleeps. Leia's chain rattles a bit as she sleeps silently. Jabba silently wakes up, sees Salacious, and gestures him to go back onto his spot the throne. He sees his scantily clad slave princess fast asleep, licking his lips as he looks at her lustfully. Leia turns on her side in the fetal position facing the crowd that is sound asleep. Her torso is hunched and her knees are bent her arms slightly stretched out in front of her, as her long braid draped over one of her nearly exposed firm breasts that the small bra cups covers her nipple. Half asleep moving as far away from Jabba as possible to the edge of the throne that would be allowed. Leia grabs her rear silk making sure it covers her ass crack puts it in between her inner thighs as it flows forward draping over her outer left thigh, her front silk skirt drapes down the front of the cushion of the throne. Jabba shortens the length of Leia's chain keeping her on a short tether, but still a bit slackened.
Jabba gazes at her naked backside starting from her upper back with the thin strings that created an X shape on her upper back then slowly goes down her naked back looking at her birthmark on her lower right back, licking his lips. Looking at the small crescent moon plate that hung just above her butt crack, looking at her tight round bubble butt, then finally looks at her luscious legs with her Jerba leather boots covering her feet. Falling back asleep in lust for his princess.
Some time had past. In the dim coolness of the Space Jewel, Mighty Jabba slept, dozing peacefully as his enormous hulk rested on the big cushion of that was his throne, his head bowed slightly, eyes tightly shut. He breathed in and out through his nostrils, from which mucus slowly dripped, giving his breathing a deep, wheezing, but also quiet, sound.
His courtiers, guards and various other scum and villainy lay here and there thrughout the Space Jewel, huddled into corners, snuggling into piles, sprawling here and there on the floor and sleeping sitting up on the steps, all snoring peacefully. Apart from the gentle sounds of their sleeping, softly drowned out by the Hutt's congested snoring, there was no noise in the chamber save for the soft chittering of Salacious Crumb watched Mighty Jabba's thick tail wriggling against the bare thigh of his master's most prized possession.
Leia found on the edge of the throne. She lay sprawled sensually before Jabba's bloated belly on the big cushion of the throne. Leia Organa. Around her throat was an ornate golden collar. It kept her close to her master at all times, the chain hung from the front of it, trailing gently down her side and around her back, up into the small, fat, almost childlike hands of Mighty Jabba. Even while he slept, he dared not release the chain that kept his prize bound to him in servitude.
Jabba's pliant belly felt good against her naked back, and the pillows were of the finest silks and velvets, stained though they were in slime, drool, mucus, and various other unmentionable bodily fluids. She was in the lap of luxury, almost literally, for the very tail that so held Crumb's interest was partially curled around Leia and her nest of pillows, providing a nice, moist hollow for the nearly naked human female to recline in.
Her rear Lashaa silk skirt flowed underneath her body and draped over her left ankle. While her front silk draped over her left ankle covering part of her Jerba leather boot as it dipped over the throne. She lay in front of her master sensually; her body reclined back against the pillows, her left arm used for support, using her shoulder to support her head.
Leia felt a slight jingle on her chain waking her up. Looking back, Jabba still asleep. She then looked at Salacious as he slept. She was a lot more comfortable on the big cushion of the throne and liked it more than the stone dais she and Jabba were usually on. She relished when they were on the big cushion of a throne.
There was an enormous, phlegmy groan and the skin-crawling squelch of folds of sticky flesh stretching and parting from itself as her loathsome captor. Leia felt the cushions shift against her bottom as the Hutt shifted, and the chain that kept her by his side jingled as the shadows of his short, chubby arms fell over her. She looked up at Jabba as he continued to snore. She despised the nights as she often didn't get sleep, and even on Jabba's Space Jewel she felt cold, but thankfully Jabba's body heat kept her warm. Thinking about her current state, as she looked around the Space Jewel, everyone was fast asleep.
Jabba's treatment towards her was not always so barbaric. She liked that he pampered her by allowing her to lie on huge pillows, and sometimes offered her a drink. Her costume was also priceless although left little to no imagination and left her nearly naked and degraded her, being made out of gold in many parts.
Despite Jabba's power, Leia always stood tall before her master, carrying herself with a pride and dignity he was unused to seeing in his slaves. Clearly this was because of her royal status as a princess, something that only made her even more attractive to the Hutt, who relished the opportunity to control and defile this strong-willed royal female.
When she was a princess on Alderaan, She often had to dress up for state events. Since she joined the Rebellion, however, she wore few fancy clothes and little makeup or jewelry, living according to the meager means the rebels had available to them. Jabba's pampering of Leia as his slave ironically brought back memories of being dolled up on Alderaan. Leia used these memories to her advantage, adopting a regal pose on Jabba's throne despite being chained. Nevertheless, while the skimpy costume she wore was fit for a princess in its gold material and purple flowing veils, it also served as a constant reminder of her slavery and availability to the Hutt for his pleasure. Leia especially disliked her bracelets and her bound hair, as these things only symbolized Jabba's complete possession of her.
Whenever Jabba's tail strayed too close to her thigh or back, she would protect these sensitive parts of her body with her hands, even pushing Jabba's member away at times. However, having her hands on his tail only aroused the Hutt more, for he soon wished to make her appreciate its touch and power enough to adore and massage it. Similarly, when Jabba stroked her hair and shoulders or even ventured his hands to the top of her breasts, she would squirm to avoid his loathsome touch. However, Jabba would tug her chain to bring her within his reach. At other times he would pull the leash tight enough so that Leia would again have to grasp it at with her fingers, leaving her tender skin completely open to his slimy fondling. At other times, Leia would simply ignore Jabba's jerking of her chain, or turn around and glare at him, only causing the Hutt to drool and desire the haughty princess, now a slave girl, all the more.
She hated as Jabba's scantily-clad slave girl, she was not allowed to speak without her master's permission. If she disobeyed him, such as laughing as she did when the rancor died at the hands of Luke he would pull her back and start choking her. Leia only there to be Jabba's personal slave and dressed in nothing more than a skimpy slave girl outfit she was meant to be seen and not speak, and she knew this. This kept her in her place, where Jabba believed she belonged: exposed, silent, on a leash, and available for his sexual desires. With this punishment, Leia learned to keep her mouth shut around her Hutt master for fear of this humiliating exposure.
Leia hated she was given no privacy around Jabba and his guests. Subjected to being degradation and reduced to nothing more than a sex slave to Jabba. Having been dressed in a skimpy slave outfit exposing her for all to see. Jabba kept her very close and on a very short tether. Leia only being allowed to go as far as the chain would let her. Her every action was watched by everyone ranging from the guards and patrons to Jabba himself. The utter void of privacy while on a leash made Leia feel like the lowest life form, humiliating her as the audience mocked and jeered at her exposed body.
Seeing as Jabba captured her against her own free will. Reduced to the lowest life form of them all a...slave and was forced to be a half-naked slave chained to the neck. Sexuality was a "core feature" for slaves that were owned by Jabba especially to Leia. Because she was property he chose to use Leia as a sex slave. Her sexuality was closely controlled as she was given nothing more that her skimpy slave girl outfit and made to look like a slut. She was forbidden to have any positions. As a slave girl she was not allowed anything except for what Jabba provided to Leia.
Having been a princess reduced to a sex slave. Leia was only given her slave outfit which left the slave princess no modesty. It left her completely exposed for everyone to see. Having a collar around her neck made out of gold like the rest of her outfit to show her status as a princess to everyone. She was only provided the clothes given to her by Jabba, the collar around her neck, small top that covered her nipples on her breasts, her gold plates, the Lashaa silk, her boots, arm and wrist bracelet, the small space provided for her on the dais, and her pillows to lay on. Which made Leia vulnerable as she wore nothing underneath the skirt plates with the Lasha silk hanging from them made her self-conscious for fear of exposing her most sacred body parts, and so he could easily grope her or penetrate her with his tail.
He forced Leia to go pantieless which is something he despised, removing any possibility of privacy or comfort while she wore them. It showed her off as a tease to the men in the crowd as they could see she was wearing nothing underneath her costume, but could not touch her without Jabba's permission.
Leia felt Jabba's tail against her naked leg as it swayed sideways against it, she could feel the tip of his tail against her right butt cheek as it caressed it. Leia's eyes slowly closed as she fell asleep.
Time had passed. Jabba's guests had started to begin waking up, as some of them looked at the scantily clad Leia, while she slept. Hearing the noise, she opened her eyes, glancing up, seeing everyone awake. She slowly sat up, being kept on a very short tether, as Jabba kept her chain taut. Bib had brought Jabba a glass to drink. She glanced down at her half-naked body, at the long, thick, green tail that slithered and wiggled sleepily beside her bare thigh, and at the lizard-monkey sitting in the thick, coiled base of that tail. Blushing deeply.
Some time had past. Leia sat there on the cushion of a throne.
Leia tensed as she felt the chain lift from where it was touching the back of her shoulder, tightening in the air; steeling herself against the inevitable yank the Hutt would make upon it, sooner or later, she listened as the chain jingled with Jabba's moving arm. The crowd started their festivities.
Jabba had been talking to one of his guests that he has respect for some time now while Leia sat there in her small space as he sat next to her while he spoke with Jabba.
Jabba began laughing. "Ho-Ho-ho-ho-ho, hah-hah-hah-hah-hyeaaiii." As he did, the guest briefly met Leia's gaze, then moved back up to the Hutt as he stopped laughing.
Jabba began petting her as she continually moved her head to avoid his groping while he also stroked her bare skin with the end of his slug tail.
The guest gazed at Leia's tight stomach as she breathed, watching it go up and down as she breathed. Leia could tell Jabba had gotten drunk as she noticed he got more aggressive towards her when he drank.
Hearing the chain links jingle behind her as they were pulled taut, Leia tensed. Jabba, speaking to the guest, pulling slowly back on the chain. Feeling the collar tighten on the front of her throat, Leia firmed her abdomen and tried to lean away from the Hutt, but her throat began to be crushed; closing her eyes and silently gasping for air, she rocked back towards Jabba just as he mercifully slackened the chain, and straightening, she let her breath out.
Leia moved far away from Jabba as possible to the edge of the throne that would be allowed next to Jabba's tail. Leia grabs her rear silk making sure it covers her ass crack puts it in between her inner thighs as it flowed underneath her draping down the throne cushion, her front silk skirt draped over her ankle down to the front of the cushion of the throne. Jabba shortened the length of Leia's chain keeping her on a short tether, as her whole right leg lay against Jabba's tail, to get away from the guest. The tip of Jabba's tail sways back and forth against Leia's buttocks.
Salacious next to her looks at her lustfully. Leia makes eye contact with him, giving him a face of embarrassment, She glanced down at her half-naked body, at the long, thick, green tail that slithered and wiggled beside her bare thigh.
Jabba snorted and growled in amusement. The Hutt delivered a quick, hard yank on her chain. She blinked and gagged as she felt herself pitch backwards, but was able to catch herself before the guest had to witness her pathetically falling back upon the Hutt's huge belly. Leia was able to sit upright again. Hutt began laughing, she looked helplessly back up at Jabba as the guest looks at Leia's nearly naked form.
As Jabba and his guest continued talking to each other, Leia looked around as she saw everyone talking while, others looked at her as well. The Max Rebo Band continued to play music as the dancers danced and the signers sang. A servant walked toward Jabba but bumped into a droid dropping the glass as it shattered on the floor in front of the throne. Leia gazed down to see the mess she felt the presence of the collar around her neck as Jabba tugged her back . Putting her hand on Jabba's tail with a grip for support. Suddenly Bib was beside her with one hand on her upper arm , shooting her a surreptitious, assuring glance. Leia sighed. Jabba, for his part, was intoxicated by the power he had just demonstrated to his captive princess. One of the servants began to clean up the mess as Leia watched.
Jabba's tail moved her rear Lashaa silk exposing her butt crack, due to its constant moving, as it flowed across on top of the tip of his tail, while she maintained a grip on his tail for support, Leia finished watching the servant clean the mess.
The sound of her laughter infuriated her Hutt master, who yanked angrily on her leash more powerfully than ever. The jolt made the princess fly back against his massive bulk, but Jabba continued to pull on her chain as he shouted with rage. Leia fell into an awkward position against Jabba and began to choke. As Leia gasped and desperately pulled at her collar below him, Jabba's thick tail beat violently into her side, further punishing her for her insubordination. Only when the princess looked up at him with pleading eyes did the Hutt relent his choking grip on her leash.
Certain that he had taught her an important lesson in obedience, Jabba allowed the princess to sit up, but still kept her on a short tether. As Leia breathed air back into her aching lungs, the Hutt began to stroke her hair and shoulder to try to console himself to calm himself down.
Leia had recovered her strength enough to resist Jabba's molestation. As he ran his hand over her shoulder and dangerously close to her chest, she attempted to squirm away, only to be brought back by a firm tug on her leash.
A guest called out to Jabba asking where Leia was, I'm here!" she called out assuringly, only to be silenced by an even firmer pull from Jabba. Leia could tell the guests was massively drunk. In the time he had possessed Princess Leia as his slave, he had already come to understand her personality and strength.
The guests began ranting to Jabba in front of the crowd that was gathered around them.
Leia, seated in front of Jabba and feeling him play with her chain, Jabba licked his lips and pulled on Leia's leash insistently. The princess allowed herself to be pulled back and felt his hand rub up and down her back and then return to stroking her hair. She closed her eyes in abhorrence and then glared back backwards without turning her head.
Jabba sat there as he angerly listened to the guest rant drunkly to him. He gestured to one of his bounty hunters, as she shot the guest right there on the spot with no remorse.
Jabba began laughing. There came another firm yank on the chain. Leia didn't resist this time; she didn't even cry. With a choked gasp, she fell back on Jabba, hearing as well as feeling the fleshy plop of his gelatinous flesh as her bare back landed upon it, her head nestled into a dimple in its upper slope. Leia barely even paid attention as the Hutt's hand fell to her shoulder and began to rub it, the lizard-monkey cackling louder.
Jabba's Space Cruiser, the Star Jewel Part 2
For the first several hours, Jabba kept her at her side, continuously molesting her and whispering perverse things in her ear.
After several hours had passed, some of the guards Jabba was conversing with began to talk about Leia. They stared at her with lust and bulging crotches. They spoke of Jabba's impressive domination of the princess. Both Leia and Jabba new that they were both just brown nosing with the hopes of having Leia for themselves. Jabba was conservative of Leia. He was the only one allowed to her.
Leia strained forward and opened her mouth to respond to their taunts, but Jabba silenced her with a quick jolt of her leash. The princess gulped and sat back down on Jabba's tail, which was surprisingly firm. Or perhaps not so surprisingly, since she knew it was packed with several layers of powerful muscle necessary to propel the Hutt on and off his throne and through the chambers of his palace. Leia could feel the Hutt's life force firing through his nerves and twitching muscles, running from the base of its tail to its thin tip, and, for a moment, was awed into submission by his might.
Sensing Leia's defeated posture, Jabba turned towards her and spoke gently-but mockingly-to her. "Stubborn, aren't we, princess?, She looked at her master ashamed as most of the guests laughing mocked her.
Jabba eventually released her leash, finally letting the princess get away from him. As Leia made her way to the windows, she passed between the men who had taunted her as she took up a position by one of the windows. As the princess walked away from him, Jabba admired her scantily clad body: the swaying of her Lashaa skirt as it exposed the sinuous movements of her hips and rear, the pendulum motion of her braid as it swayed sideways while she walked. Then he returned to conversing with his men.
Thankfully though, she was able to gaze out the window, and placed her hand on the railing of the window. Gazing at the vast vacuum of space.
Leia glances at Jabba, as he makes eye contact with her. Licking his lips looking at her lustfully, keeping her chain taut. Leia looks back out the window. Leia trying to ignore the men and women groping her from behind as they passed, and the crude catcalls they'd shout when they caught a glimpse of her nudity.
Leia noticed some star ships passing by. Having stood by the window for some time the slight cold breeze from the cold outside in space having made her pert firm breasts firmer, harding her nipples, while also making her vagina tight forming a camel toe, and making her butt cheeks clench together.
As she stood there, several members of Jabba's court who had been staring at her in lust earlier came close to Leia. Just then, she heard Jabba behind her beckoning for her again in Huttese: "I love my, Leia," he purred.
Leia ignored the Hutt's deep, gurgling voice, hoping Jabba would leave her alone. But a soft tug on her leash told her this was not to be the case. She turned back to glare at him and then carried on looking out the window, feeling that she had made a royal statement.
But the princess's resistance only amused Jabba and increased his lust for her. As the Hutt continued to gaze at her bare backside and curves through her translucent thin skirt that covered her butt crack and flowed in between her legs, his mouth began to water uncontrollably with desire, mucus and saliva dripping down his many chins, while his long tail throbbed in anticipation.
Leia didn't know how long it would take to get to Nal Hutta but it felt like it was taking forever for her. She didn't know long it had been since her capture to Jabba. She still had not gotten used to the fact that she was a slave to Jabba and forced to wear this wretched outfit that he forced her to wear, and collared to the neck with a chain attached to it.
Leia glanced and gazed around to see whatever was doing. She noticed some of the dancers were giving some of the guests lap dances as they drank and said profanities, but was at least thankful she didn't have to do such things.
Jabba slobbered at the thought of his possession of the princess, then drank from his goblet, which gave him an idea: another lesson in obedience to teach his feisty slave.
Leaning back and using his tremendous mass, Jabba pulled harder on Leia's leash than she could resist, forcing the gasping, scantily-clad princess to run back to him to relieve the pressure around her tender neck.
"Ow!" Leia exclaimed breathlessly, as she ran to her master and leapt up onto Jabba's throne and braced herself against the side of his belly with her hands and pressing her soft tummy against Jabba, which slid across his oily snake skin. Repulsed, she was about to pull away when she felt Bib Fortuna's hand with its sharp nails press against her back.
As Jabba opened his wide grinning mouth she turned her head away, expecting his disgusting tongue to follow. But instead of licking her, the Hutt began to speak: "Don't stay too far, my lovely."
Still attempting to get her air back, Leia could only gaze weakly up into the Hutt's reptilian eyes, whose pupils widened as they leered at her. She tried to process what Jabba meant, but knew he was just enjoying her humiliation, and then noticed that he was moving his ornate drinking cup towards her which still had strands of the Hutt's saliva clinging to the edges.
Her eyes moved from the cup he offered her back to his great orange eyes, which pierced her and made her question her resolve. Sensing her stunned state, Jabba let go of the princess's chain and quickly grasped her arm firmly. He then moved the cup even closer to her luscious lips.
"Drink," he commanded. The combination of his fiery gaze and deep, overpowering voice left Leia with no choice but to comply. She raised her free arm and reached for the cup. Rather than let it go, though, Jabba guided it and her hand to her mouth and squeezed her arm gently but firmly with his other hand.
Closing her eyes and trying to forget where she was, Leia opened her mouth and soon felt the cold glass against her lips. The bitter, running liquid of the fine Huttese wine hit her tongue, along with the taste of Jabba's mouth provided by the residue of his drool on the glass. Leia almost gagged in disgust, barely retaining her poise. Still, she remained ever the princess. However, Jabba continued to press the goblet against her lips, forcing her to drink even more of the vile brew. As she drank several more mouthfuls.
Leia groaned in disgust as his tongue creeped up towards her face; The sight of her face alone would be enough to drive a male mad with uncontrollable lust, and Jabba savored the fact that she was his to take. To ease his lust, Jabba ran his finger down Leia's tummy, into her bellybutton, poking her sexy cute, bellybutton, before running his finger in circles around it.
Then he quickly slid his slimy hand up the line that divided her abdomen toward the top of the bikini, squeezing his fat hand under her small bra cup that covered her nipple, squeezing Leia's boob and then toying with her nipple. Leia let out a long groan, trying to ignore the pleasure Jabba was getting from her body.
This action only fueled Jabba's intense sexual desire. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her in closer, while she squirmed and fought against his stinking mass. He purred as he moved his hand to her rear, reaching under her rear skirt that only covered her crack. He used his fat finger to stroke her beautiful crack, slowly and deliberately. Leia moaned in utter disgust; she thought she might vomit from the stench of this putrid creature alone.
Jabba stopped, giving Leia a look of satisfaction. Stood next to her master as the festivities continued. The crime lord having a clear view of her backside, tightens his grip on the chain keeping her on a very short tether and very taut. Lea feels the cold chain run down her upper part of her back. Jabba plays with the tight short tether, it pulls Leia back slightly each time.
Jabba scans Leia's nearly half naked form from head to toe looking at her dolled up face, earrings, her hair bun, and plait dangling over her shoulder as the long plait stopped at her tight round navel, then glancing at her hard firm breasts, with only the two small bra cups that covered her nipples, Jabba gives Leia a slight jerk on her chain, a silent reminder of her place as she glances back at him. Jabba looks at her snake armband on her left arm and bracelet on her right arm. He then glances at her small front skirt plate that is only covering her crotch and the silk attached at the bottom of it as it flows down in between her legs just above her ankles, showing off her legs, and at the hip fasterners that were made of two separate pieces on each hip to made the open oval exposing her hips. Lastly, Jabba looks at her rear with the back skirt plate the same size at the front just above her ass crack, with the silk skirt the width of index finger only covering her ass crack, then at her Jerba leather boots, then back at her ass licking his lips. Glancing back up at Leia, noticing the expression on her face of fear, jerking on her chain, Leia glances back at Jabba in utter humiliation.
Jabba noticing the distraught princess, pulls on her chain, to get her attention, but Leia ignores it. Jabba jerks on it this time. Leia turns to face him. Jabba turns to the scantily clad Leia. Jabba with a face of confidence moves his hand caressing her naked back, comforting Leia.
Jabba drinks from his goblet. Leia can feel Jabba's hand that was against her rear now stroking her buttocks, causing them to clench together, due to the coldness of the chain that is inside Jabba's hand, as he strokes her butt cheeks.
Leia keeping her composure as Jabba strokes her buttocks, and knowing Jabba most likely not paying attention to anyone that is talking to him as people mock and jeer at Leia.
Jabba looking at his scantily clad slave princess, very much enjoying the view of her semi-nude body, Leia, feeling the collar pressing against her neck . Leia tries to ignore the slight tugs on her chain; Leia feeling a bit cold her breasts are firmer. Her buttocks clenched together, as Jabba continues to stroke them. Jabba enjoys the view he has of Leia. Licking his lips.
Leia looked around as everyone interacted with each other. Longing that freedom she once had having to speak freely when she wanted to speak, but her only interaction was with Jabba who constantly molested and groped her, tugged and yanked on her chain and dressed in a skimpy slave outfit that mocked her. That was her formal interaction.
Jabba pampered her by allowing her to lie on huge pillows on his throne, and sometimes offered her a drink from his ornate cup. Her costume was priceless, being made out of gold in many parts. As Jabba's slave, Leia was offered decadent pleasures, when Jabba allowed it. Jabba did let Leia wear "appropriate" clothing that was provided to her by Jabba as he saw fit for his slave. Although Leia is his slave Jabba was fascinated by her as she was a princess and leader of the rebel alliance.
He kept her chain taut at all times keeping the half-naked princess close to him at all times on a small spot on the throne. Jabba saw Leia as his most prized slave, as Leia was a princess. With the status of a princess he treated her differently than the other slaves he had. Jabba is over protective of her. He kept her on a very short tether on the dais with Leia only sitting on a small space in front of him, and the chain taut at all times. As he does not want anyone harm her. Which she was somewhat thankful for, but did not like her life as a slave to Jabba.
She hated how Jabba took humiliating her with pride knowing he had made a princess a slave. He flaunted her in front of everyone mocking Leia, yanking, and pulling her chain to demonstrate his power over the half-naked princess in front of his guests, and henchmen, causing her to choke and gag for air as he would feel her nearly nude body against his.
She was safe in his hands, but living the life of a slave. Leia heard a couple men standing behind Jabba talking about her mockingly. As Jabba's finger caressed her birthmark. Jabba turned to Leia with his goblet in hand, she knew he was offering her a sip from his goblet. She placed one hand on the handle of the goblet, while the other on Jabba's hand as it gripped the cup. Leia looks at Jabba as she drinks from the goblet, Jabba giving Leia a devilish smile. He releases the goblet from her mouth. Leia places both hands at her side.
Jabba continues to caress her back, as she stands there silently in her place. Glancing at Jabba with her dolled up face. Leia adjusts her hip fasteners and small plates hanging from the front and back side into their proper place, as Jabba laughed at her mockingly speaking to her in Huteese "Princess that won't do any good" as she glares at him.
Bib approaches Jabba telling him the Pod race he requested is about to start. Jabba commands Bib to turn on the hologram, for everyone to see the event in the center of the room. He looks at the scantily clad Leia commanding her to sit down.
Leia moved at the edge of the throne as far away from Jabba as possible that he would allow. She adjusted the rear skirt covering her ass crack, then placing it underneath her body letting the skirt drape down the throne, and putting the front skirt over her ankle as the front skirt draped in front of the throne. Leia adjusted her top making sure it was covering her nipples, as that's what it was only meant to cover. Sitting herself in her regal pose in front of her master.
The lights dimmed on Jabba's Star Jewel, as the pod race was about to commence. Jabba puts one hand on her shoulder fondling it.
Jabba's tongue hung out of his mouth as he panted with excitement, his other hand beginning to explore her as well. Leia forced her eyes shut and allowed him to aggressively grope her body. He grunted suddenly, directing his attention back to Leia. At this, she forced herself to look at him, though the confusion on her face was apparent. Jabba found himself nodding again tightening his grip on her chain.
She felt a tug on her chain and looked back at Jabba again, a new pod appearing out of the corner oonscreen. Jabba laughed. Leia wanted to watch the race but Jabba was not allowing it. Jabba had gotten aggressive the more he drank, as it bothered Leia because she had to put up with his lechery.
Leia watching the race through the holograms Jabba with the chain in his right hand keeping Leia on very short tether. Leia could hear Jabba's men and guests inside as they cheered and enjoying the entertainment. Leia was glad she was left alone, as it was good that he wasn't taking advantage of her. But the outfit was not helping; Leia was a bit chili due to the coldness, as at time she felt warm then cold, because the breeze would pass by every now and again in the Star Jewel. Leia felt a tug as she looked back, Jabba was watching the pod race.
Jabba kept Leia's chain very taut as she could feel his hand against her naked back, and the tightness of the chain. Leia felt uncomfortable with Jabba stroking her back, licking his lips as he stroked her back. Jabba moves the chain to his left hand, gazes down at Leia's birthmark and starts caressing her lower right back, giving it a slight tug pulling her back, with annoyance Leia struggles to keep her composure as he has her chain pulled back while caressing her lower right back.
Jabba's hand slowly works its way up to Leia's shoulder, caressing it aggressively; Leia struggles as she tries avoiding Jabba's hand as it caresses her shoulder. The more she fights it the more he aggressively caressing her naked shoulder. Jabba slightly pulls on Leia's chain. Leia glares back in annoyance. One of Jabba's men glances at Leia as she watches the pod race. He makes a gesture with his hand with a finger going in an out a circle, signifying he wants her. Leia looks down in embarrassment. Jabba playing with Leia's chain as it dangles across her naked back.
Her energy, and her will to fight him had been drained. Jabba could feel this, and reached down and rubbed her shoulder as she rolled her eyes. Jabba was pleased to have broken her down. Looking down at her as he rubbed her shoulder, he looked down her small bra cups at her supple breasts, and then her long smooth legs.
Some time had passed.
Jabba lazily smoked his hookah while he held his beautiful slave close to him. Throughout the day Jabba whispered his lustful thoughts to her. "You are the greatest lover I have ever possessed. Your beauty is unmatched by any slave I've ever owned.
Leia ignored his, words, his touching, and lust all day. She had bigger problems at the moment. She was slightly intoxicated from the wine, unable to fight back. She leaned back against Jabba as his oily hand stroked her face.
"Da Eitha" she heard Jabba say and there was a slight tug on her chain. Leia couldn't bear to turn around and see him. Jabba pulled harder, choking her and pulling her up. Still facing away from him, Leia's bare back and rear pressed up against him. Jabba put a giant fetid hand around her belly. She laid her face back against Jabba and his disgusting tongue licked her tears away. He stroked her tight stomach, running his finger around her naval while emitting a low guttural chuckle.
Jabba laughed simply, as he was incredibly stronger than her. He grabbed her shoulders and stuck his tongue in her mouth as she yelled at him. She began to let out muffled yelps and his tongue swished around in her mouth, coating her mouth with saliva. He released her shoulders and wrapped one hand around her bare back and slid his finger up and down the middle of her back. He then slipped his other hand under her skirts. He began to squeeze her bare buttocks while Leia released muffled cries for help. Jabba moaned with pleasure as his tail wrapped around her ankles and stroked her feet. The crowd cheered him on, and this act lasted nearly half an hour. By the time he finally withdrew his tongue, she had been made more pliant. She began to spit out his saliva.
He pat her head as she sputtered and coughed. "My sweet, sweet, princess I will have you, very soon. But this ride to Nal Hutta will be a party to celebrate the deaths of those degenerates." Leia sputtered still, and would have responded if not for her slightly broken spirit after making out with the Hutt. She wanted to fight back against Jabba in this moment, brought her only despair.
The mobile party aboard the Star Jewel began earnestly. Jabba started drinking his vile liquor alongside his men, momentarily ignoring Leia, who stood again at the window watching the planets go by. She was building up her courage to fight back against Jabba.. There she was, a simple damsel in distress again waiting to be rescued. But this time no one would come. She had every intention of dying with her friends, and would anger Jabba to the extent that he would do it.
Jabba became increasingly intoxicated. All around him his rabble gambled, fondled exotic women that Jabba had paid highly for, and watch even more of those women dance. Jabba himself enjoyed a striptease from a blue Twi'lek and felt his tail harden and pound against against his throne. He had every intention of waiting for to take Leia at the palace, but still he hungered for her. Hutt foreplay could last hours, and Jabba intended to start.
Jabba looked over at his captive staring out the window. Leia's hourglass figure aroused Jabba heavily, and her rear with the skirt cover her butt crack, as well as her smooth back. He drooled and tugged slightly at the chain. "Da eitha" he drunkenly croaked.
Leia, feeling that now was the time to take her stand grasped at the windowsill in preparation for more tugging.
Jabba chuckled at her resistance. He tugged hard at the chain and Leia used all of her strength to keep from being pulled to him. Jabba and his men found it entertaining. "What is it my princess? You think you are too good to join me up here? Bib, bring her up here."
Bib Fortuna grabbed her by the collar and pulled her up to the throne as she struggled. Her beautiful and exposed body was tossed into Jabba's stinking mass. She pressed both hands against her chest and began to push away but Jabba grabbed her chain and the back of her neck. Forcing her to look at him he opened his mouth and sighed as the smell of rotten food hit her like a wave. She tried to act as though it did not phase her, to come across as strong. "You will soon learn that if I tell you to come, you will come. Because slave girls like you always come." Jabba's court burst out laughing at the euphemism.
That would make her that much sweeter to break. "My darling" Jabba said while his hand released her chain and began to move down her back to her back skirt, where he groped her rear through the felt, "I have falsified a report that shows all of the rebel leaders, including you, died in the fighting here. The rebels will not waste men on a revenge mission. No one is coming. You must learn your place. I am a great and powerful superior to you." Suddenly his grasp on her skirt tightened and he pulled her skirt on her already exposed tight buttocks. Leia gasped and immediately her mouth shot open to protest, but suddenly Jabba's tail flew up and slapped her exposed rear with so much force that she fell forward stomach and breasts first onto his massive body. Another quick slap and she let out a pained yelp. His large tail then extended upward lightly stroking her smooth back as it ascended. As Leia had tears stinging her eyes she panicked as she felt his rubbery tail wrapping around her neck. He then began to squeeze.
Leia gasped for air to no avail. She felt she was just about to pass out when Jabba suddenly allowed her one large breath before squeezing her again. "You are my princess. And you will obey me." He released her and she gasped heavily while laying front-first on Jabba's belly. She coughed and gasped. She felt truly weak.
The intercom came on. Stating they would be at Nal Hutta within a few hours.
The rest of the ride she lay on his belly, much too scared to try to move. Jabba had done an excellent job of eliciting fear from her. She lay there trembling as dancers swayed their bodies in front of him, taking off their clothes. He was aroused and stroked Leia's hair, anticipating the night that laid before them. Leia, with her face pressed against Jabba's green skin saw Nal Hutta appear.
Loud and lively music could be heard from within the confines of the imposing vessel, its hull vibrating with the bass of the tune and the excitement could be felt from its tempo, plus the various alien noises of happiness and enjoyment coming from its many occupants helped to indicate it was a rather pleasant voyage.
From inside the Star Jewel, one could say it was even more exciting than just hearing the noise outside. As the band happily created the rhythmic tunes for their audience to enjoy in the passing time, the droid's dutifully served food and drinks to their Master Jabba's guests. The guests were enjoying themselves as they rode towards the Nal Hutta, engaging in virulent conversation and taking in the delicious food and drinks served to them. It seemed everybody there was happy.
Moments Later
Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Every single occupant was enjoying the ride and the extravaganza, all except for one singular individual: Princess Leia, who was still dressed skimpily in her golden bikini, still chained to her Hutt Master, still enslaved to Jabba.
She sat on the base of her Master's tail, trying her best to focus on ignoring everything going on around her, but ultimately failing. She tried to take her mind anywhere but here, but her attention was constantly called upon by the pounding music and the numerous voices surrounding her. She could see Jabba and a dancers interactions from the corner of her eye, the Twi'Lek wrapped in the Hutt's slimy embrace, his hand holding a goblet filled with alcohol, and his arm keeping her close. Between all the licking and the giggling she could hear them whispering sweet nothings to each other. Or at least their equivalent of such things.
Leia still felt uncomfortable when around him. It seemed impossible to ever be out of skin contact with her Hutt master. The upside of sitting on the base of his tail was that the tip couldn't rub her leg anymore, but the downside was now her rear was moist due to the constant sliminess of his skin.
She briefly examined the room to get a good glimpse of all the Star Jewel's passengers. In amongst all these lecherous creatures, the room should feel crowded. But seeing as they were all strangers, ruffians, the general scum of the Galaxy, she just felt alone. Not even the two droids she once associated with felt like good company, seeing as they had both been reengineered to serve Jabba. They were strangers to her too.
She felt a sharp tug on her collar and turned her head to see Jabba looking at her. His arm still around the dancers's slim waist, who had turned to smile at her as well. "Don't look so glum, my lovely. If you'll only submit to me, you'll see the rich rewards and pleasures that can be granted to you. Obey me, and I'll allow you to go look at outside." Jabba said to the enslaved Princess.
Jabba gave a light smile as he gave her an order. "Kiss me. On my lips."
Eventually she resolved that it was worth it, besides it was just a kiss after all. With slow steady movements, Leia made her way in front of Jabba and puckered her lips, pressing them lightly on his slime-coated ones.
The one to pull back was actually Jabba, who from what Leia could tell looked rather disappointed. "A poor excuse for a kiss." He muttered as he began to turn his head away. Thinking quickly, Leia pressed her hands into the flabby folds of her master's chin and gave him a long and passionate kiss, similar to the one Mara had given her before Leia had been given her costume. She hated every millisecond of it, her lips pressing against her master's drooling ones, but internally she knew she had to do this.
When she separated, she bit back the gag she could feel building up, and tried her best to stare submissively into those reptilian eyes. Jabba gave her both a satisfied smile and a cruel chuckle. "I am pleased, my lovely. Go, gaze while you still can." He said to her as he loosened his grip on the chain, giving her just enough slack to barely make it to the window on the other side of the room. Leia gave a slight nod of her head before turning and walking to the window, forever mindful of the lustful glances she would receive on the way there. Luckily though, no-one decided to touch her.
She reached the window and felt her collar tighten. As her throat constricted she turned her head to look at Jabba, assuming that he was pulling on it to bring her back to him. But when she looked, she saw his attention had returned to dancer. She had reached the end of the chain's length, she couldn't move any further away from him.
Thankfully though, she was able to gaze out the window, and even place her hand on the wall beside it. She gazed outside.
She longed to be out there, to be free. No words of comfort or smiles of encouragement, just to be in their presence would feel wonderful. She wouldn't even need to be out of that horrid outfit and in something more appropriate, she didn't care about that.
"Hey stranger." She heard a familiar voice speak to her. Leia turned her head and saw Mara, still wearing that blue costume that left little to the imagination. Leia saw no point in conversing with her, not that she actually could, and just decided to ignore her.
"Adjusting well, I presume?" Mara asked when Leia didn't answer, placing a hand on her shoulder and softly pressing her body against Leia's. "Started feeling the pleasure yet?"
Leia did nothing to indicate a response to the red-headed minx pressing into her side. She just kept her eyes glued outside.
Mara was starting to get impatient with her, and vented her frustration by cupping Leia's chin and pulling it so they could both make eye contact. "What's wrong? Got nothing to say? After I put my tongue in your mouth a while back, you give me the silent treatment?" She asked incredulously.
Leia continued to show no emotional response to her. She felt Mara loosen her grip on her chin and with a silent "harrumph", she turned her head back to face the window.
Mara briefly shook her head and was about to walk away, when she noticed how different her chain appeared from most other chains she'd seen Jabba's favourites wear. Recognising it after a minute, she gasped in wonder. "Master gave you the special one!" She exclaimed as she gingerly placed her fingers on it. Like a toddler holding a toy for the first time, she memorised how it felt in her hands and imagined what it would feel like to have it around her own neck. "You know what that means, don't you?" She asked Leia as she returned her hand to Leia's shoulder and pressed herself into her side. "You're Jabba's most precious shave to date! He's never going to let you go!"
All Leia did in response was shake her head lightly. Mara said that like it was a good thing. It was clear to Leia that Mara was too far gone to see how truly grotesque a creature such as Jabba was.
"I heard that our Master might also be getting another chain like this one." Mara continued to speak. "But much more beautiful. More fitting for a queen."
Were she capable of using her voice, Leia would have reminded her that queens usually weren't chained up or forced to wear skimpy gold bikinis. Or enslaved to a Hutt for that matter.
"Well, I'll be going now. So many people to seduce, so little time. We'll talk again soon, Sister." Mara told her as she kissed her cheek tenderly, in total contrast to the kiss they shared to their first meeting. Mara left her side and Leia remained where she stood, gazing longingly at the planet of Nal Hutta as they slowly approached it.
Wanting her back in his presence, Jabba forcefully yanked on her chain. "Return to me, my lovely." He called out to her.
Leia merely glared at him before turning her head back to continue gazing back outside looking at the planets they passed.
Jabba could only laugh at her misguided pride. He looked at his submitted slave in his arms and she looked at him expectantly and submissively. "Be prepared to catch her." He ordered her. She smiled and nodded her head in understanding, taking a single step backwards to make room for her sister.
Jabba put his back into making a much harder pull of the chain, one that Leia couldn't resist with even her greatest strength. Leia choked on the collar as it pulled her backwards and she ended up running toward her Hutt master to relieve the pressure around her aching neck, her grunts of pain and discomfort silenced by the chain's technology.
Out of instinct to save her face and torso from colliding into Jabba's belly, Leia reach out with her hands and pressed them into his slimy flesh, supporting her upper body as he pulled her closer. She was about to recoil when she felt two soft hands with sharp fingernails on her back, just beneath her shoulders. When she also felt the soft plumpness of a woman's breasts also press into her back, she knew it to be one of his slave dancer girls.
Her attention was then focused on the leering Hutt in front of her. She couldn't help but lose herself when staring into those orange reptilian eyes, studying her face and body at every opportunity they could.
He opened his mouth and his slime-coated tongue proceeded to give her cheek yet another horrid lick. Leia still turned her head and scowled in response. For whatever reason, it didn't feel as bad as it did when he first licked her. By absolutely no means was she finding it pleasant, but she did wonder if perhaps her body was just getting used to it.
Jabba slurred to her. Although lecherous in it's nature, it almost sounded affectionate at the same time. Raising his goblet to her face, he spoke again. "A toast, to my princess." He announced.
Feeling her voice come back, she couldn't help the glare that she sent his way. Knowing why he was presenting the slime-coated goblet to her,To her relief proceeded to bring the rim of the goblet up to her lips.
She could immediately smell the strong flavour of the alcohol within the goblet, and the first thing she tasted when it pressed against her open lips was Jabba's slime on the rim. She held firm and decided to get this ordeal completed quickly, and so she opened her mouth wide to take in the heavy Huttese mixture. It tasted foul initially, but it seemed to get better he more she tasted it.
She quickly realised that Jabba was angling the goblet more and more. He alcohol was pouring faster than she could drink it. Eventually, the goblet went downwards and overflowed Leia's mouth, spilling down her cheek and dropping into her bosom.
Looking to Jabba, who she had noted had his eyes glued on where the alcohol had spilled to, she wondered if he had done that intentionally or not. She felt the dancer guide her upwards so Jabba's face could meet her breasts, and predictably, Jabba proceeded to lick the fine alcohol off her peer breasts. All Leia could do was gasp silently as Jabba had stopped willing her voice, and feel the slight waves of pleasure from Jabba's wet tongue.
"You belong to me my lovely." She could hear Jabba slur between licks. "You will always belong to me."
Leia closed her eyes as Jabba took full advantage of her. She couldn't help but feel miserable.
"Beautiful." Jabba thought out loud. Everything about her was perfect. "My slave, take her to the harem. Get her cleaned up."
"Certainly, Master." The slave replied in as enticing a voice she could provide. She gently led Leia by the arms out of the room and towards the harem.
Leia didn't know where she was going, but she was glad to be leaving this room at the very least. She still felt the eyes of everyone in the room on her back until they exited.
The Twi'lek guided her down many hallways until they entered a rather luxurious large room. She couldn't take in her surroundings as she was guided to a door that looked to house a smaller room, perhaps a bathroom or a closet.
They went through to see it was actually a shower room. Besides, she fancied the idea of a shower after the Hutt had licked her.
The slave girl turned on the shower, and Leia was pleasantly surprised to feel it was nice and warm. She then proceeded to rub some blue liquid from what Leia assumed to be a shampoo bottle all over her body, from just beneath her eyes to the very bottom of her toes, paying extra attention to her breasts, arms, legs and her crotch. Leia inhaled and groaned her discomfort, but the slave girl didn't stop for a second. With her swift hands the job was quickly done.
Leia then started to feel a tingling sensation in certain parts of her body.
Ericka the slave girl turned off the shower shortly after that and brought her back to the larger room. She guided her towards a vanity mirror on a small table, piled with multi-coloured bottles, and a chair with straps was in front of it.
Sit." The slave girl told her. Leia, not seeing any benefits in the idea of running, just decided to obey. She sat in the surprisingly comfortable chai. The slave girl turned to the multi-coloured bottles, apparently looking for one in particular that didn't seem to be there. She examined them all twice over, but she just looked confused. Mumbling a complaint in Twi'leki, she told Leia "Wait" and left to retrieve what she sought.
She looked around the room for closer examination. But she could tell the walls were decorated with fine draperies and the carpet beneath her felt quite nice on her feet.
Lovely, isn't it?" A voice called to her from behind the vanity mirror. Leia jumped at the sound and looked to find the source. What she saw was a beautiful red-haired woman, dressed in a revealing blue costume with blue netting across her upper body, with blue silk to cover her ample chest, along with flowing blue silk veils along her arms and the front and back of her waistline, complete with black leather knee-socks that went from thigh to shin.
At that point, Mara's lips came down devastatingly fast on Leia's own, crushing them like her life depended on it and her tongue invaded Leia's mouth like a starving predator. Leia could do nothing except moan in protest, seeing as she was strapped down and Mara's hands and sharp fingernails prevented any head movement.
Their lips smacked as Mara separated and let it all sink in for the captive princess. Leia was glaring daggers at the woman who she felt had taken advantage of the situation, despite whatever claims others would make about her predicament.
Mara smiled and started to unravel herself from Leia. "See you around , sister." Finishing off with a wink, she stood up, granting Leia a lovely close-up view of her bosom. Mara stood back two paces before blowing her a kiss and walking away, making sure her hips swayed just right.
Hearing more footsteps, Leia looked and saw the Twi'lek had returned.
Leia rolled her eyes, mentally complaining that this was just getting better and better.
The harem girl turned back to the vanity and picked up some objects Leia recognised as makeup appliers. Sighing quietly so as not to hear more speeches from the Twi'Lek, Leia allowed her to do what she had to do.
She proceeded to apply the makeup where she desired, and it barely took her any time at all. She stepped back and let Leia know she was finished.
Leia opened her eyes, and what she saw staring back at her in the mirror was a sight to behold; her eyes were given eyeliner and her eyelashes were given mascara, almost making them glow with beauty. Her cheekbones were decorated with bluish eyeshadow and her cheeks were given plenty of blush. Best of all were her lips, painted with a glossy cherry red lipstick that made them look delicious.
In just about any other situation, Leia would be pleased with just how stunning she looked. But sadly she had to remind herself that this was all being done for the perverse desires of a Hutt, and thus she could feel no pride.
"And now, the costume!" the harem girlsaid as she walked towards the gold bundle from before. Leia huffed and decided to follow her.
"There we go." the said as she slid the snake arm band into place on Leia's arm. The harem girl stood back to examine her work, while the princess looked at her reflection in the vanity mirror.
She saw it was like her old one, the chastity plate was even crotch pate just covering her vagina. Worse still, it had no covering veils. Leia saw in horror that the bikini had no straps.
After her bikini was put on, Leia realized her ass had no cover whatsoever. The bra and small crescent moon chastity plate were the same design as her old outfit but extremely small
The Bra was just two small cups that covered her nipples and left her back completely bare like her previous outfit. The small chastity plate still resembled a woman's anatomy and only covered her woman hood leaving her butt completely exposed.
She was also given her Jerba leather boots lined with gold. She was also given two arm bracelets, one for her wrist, the other for her upper arm. Both felt cold against her fair milky skin, and both strapped to her body as soon as they were attached; they would never come off. She was then given beautiful golden earrings, and hair clips, while her hair was done up in a bun with a long braid of her brown hair, held in place with a golden hair fastener, with a few hairs loose in front of her ears to help frame her beautified face. Her neck was also encased her golden collar.
All in all, Leia was appalled. This costume represented everything she hated. Subjugation, slavery, perversity, invasion of privacy, there was nothing about this costume that could make her regard it in a positive way.
The harem girl explained to her " Jabba's brother Grappa The Hutt requires Jabba's slave girls to wear this type of outfit in his presence."
She hated the bikini because she wore just a small chastity plate that only covered her woman hood and it resembled a woman's anatomy. Also she hated that it left her back completely bare exposing her ample butt cheeks as now everyone can see them fully exposed.
She hated her top as it was nothing more than two small cups that covered her nipples.
Leia was having to quickly get used to the costume.
After another winding journey through many hallways, Leia again found herself in the Main Audience Chamber. Another party was being held, and it seemed that the main event was a three-person coordinated dance, consisting of a Theelin, a Rodian and another Twi'Lek.
While most of the attention was focused on the trio of dancing girls, Leia could actually feel the eyes of Jabba's goons on her as she and harem girl entered the room. She desperately wanted to cover herself, but so much of her skin was exposed to the cool air of the room. If she attempted to cover herself, she'd achieve nothing.
Both the song and the dance routine came to a close, and the trio of dancers finished in a bowing position to their Hutt Master. They were met with applause and a pleased belch-like laugh from Jabba. "Well done my lovelies. As pleasing as the first days." Jabba remarked, earning happy smiles from the three slaves.
The harem girl saw this as an opportunity and walked forward, bringing Leia with her. Leia noted that the serum in her ears had definitely worked. She knew very little Huttese, yet she could understand what Jabba said entirely. The same for many of the other species in the room. She could hear the goons talk about how delicious Jabba's slaves looked and how many perverse deeds they would do to them if given the opportunity. She could understand what every single one of them was saying.
Jabba's eyes roamed to the returning slave and princess, and his eyes bulged in their sockets and turned to slits. "My, my . . . It does seem our guest of honour has returned." He announced, bringing the attention of every occupant in the room to Leia. The goons and bounty hunters made a few noises and comments of how inviting and daring the princess looked in that outfit. "And dressed for the occasion too! Ho, ho, ho! My bother will enjoy the princess in his attire Lynn designed for her the princess although I much prefer her outfit she always wears for me but this will do until we leave to wear her usual outfit, but she look amazing" Jabba laughed, which Salacious echoed with his own high pitched cackle.
Leia couldn't help but recoil. It was bad enough for her to feel the Hutt's hands on her body , but now to feel them on her bare skin was disturbing to say the least. His strength was still margins above hers, so she couldn't escape his grasp even with her greatest efforts. She could offer no resistance when he extended his tongue to taste her bare skin. If she had her voice, she probably would have screamed, or at the very least groaned. But Jabba wasn't allowing it, so Jabba's molestations were met only with silence, and twisting and turning.
Jabba had apparently noticed how much attention she was giving the crevice, and chuckled to bring her attention back to him. Leia turned her head slightly to look at him, and was met with his sinister smile. "Admiring the Ysalamiri? Useful creatures, especially when facing a Jedi." Jabba said to her.
"I'm sure my lovely is very tired, just as we all are." Jabba announced to everyone in the room. "Let us rest and continue the festivities in the morning. Leia, not able to use her voice, couldn't voice her protestation. Jabba, with his hands still on her belly, pulled her down to sit on the cushions just in front of his belly on the dais. Leia huffed and complied, finding a position that was relatively comfortable for the time being.
The occupants all found a place on the ground to rest, while Jabba remained where he lounged. The slaves returned to the harem and the servant droids found their places around the Star Jewel.
"Hey pretty pretty!" She heard the aforementioned tiny brown creature jitter to her.. You be Jabba's most prized slut! Huehuehuehahaha!"
Leia, very insulted by the perverse little thing, kicked him squarely in the chest. Salacious screeched at the pain and yelled at her. "Hey! No! You slave! Me better than you! You no do that, slut!"
A painful and sharp tug from her chain caused Leia to stop breathing. She rasped as she looked up into Jabba's angry eyes, staring right into her soul. "You will not harm your betters kahnkee. I am your Master, and he is your superior. Apologise!" Jabba said as he released her, giving her voice back to her again.
After catching her breath, Leia looked at the Kawakian Monkey Lizard, who was waiting impatiently for her to speak. "Go on! Hurry up! Say sorry! Say sorry!" He said to her.
Leia choked as Jabba violently pulled on her chain again, his spare hand pressing Leia down so he could strangle her even more. Leia was suffocating, and just as she was on the brink of passing out, Jabba released her. Leia collapsed against Jabba's greasy skin as she inhaled and exhaled in great amounts.
Satisfied with his pet, Jabba stroked Leia's shoulder as she began to get as comfortable as she could with his presence. With Jabba's steady heartbeat in her ear, and Jabba's skin acting a slimy but soft pillow and mattress all in one, the princess was eventually lulled to sleep.
So deep in fact that she didn't feel Jabba's hand continue to stroke her shoulder as she went into unconsciousness. Jabba was admiring her sleeping form, memorising everything about his slave princes, her every curve, the size of her assets, the colour of her hair, the feel of her skin, and with the costume and makeup helping emphasise her radiance, she seemed absolutely perfect.
The Palace was quiet in the early hours of the day, though not deathly silent. The snores and the light breathing of all the Palace occupants produced small peaceful noise within the Main Audience Chamber.
The Star Jewel was quiet in the early hours of the day, though not deathly silent. The snores and the light breathing of all the Palace occupants produced small peaceful noise within the Main Audience Chamber.
Jabba, as always, lounged on his dais with his eyes shut and his mouth slightly agape, plenty of slime still sliding from his lips and his nose. His hand was grasped around the chain, holding it very strongly even when unconscious. His mind pleasing his sleeping form with a lovely dream about his slave.
Leia was lying just in front of Jabba's belly, the cold air of space night constantly interrupting her attempts of sleep. As tired as she was, she couldn't fall asleep again as Jabba's tail was rubbing her leg ever so gently. She didn't dare move, as it would likely awaken her new master and he would be most displeased if his sleep was interrupted. And she would be the one to receive his ire.
She didn't appreciate the grotesque feeling of Jabba's tail on her leg, or how softly it stroked her, almost as if it was an intimate gesture. Worse still, it seemed to want to inch it's way up her thigh and proceed to her more feminine areas. She decided to place her hand right in between the tail and her leg, preventing it any access whatsoever, though not preventing it's gentle stroking.
Her sad thoughts stopped when she heard a cooing noise coming from behind her. She turned to look at the source and found that Salacious Crumb was awake now, his head alarmingly close to her thigh. She was disgusted to find that he appeared to be sniffing the area! She was about to back away from him and possibly even kick the Kawakian Monkey Lizard away again, but then she remembered what had happened last night, the collar and chain around her neck Jabba had used to torture her with. Her neck still ached, and she fears there might have been a bruise there now. With a collar-silenced grumble, she found she had no choice but to tolerate his presence. The perverted little Court Jester continued to sniff and stare around her thigh, knowing she couldn't move from her position and taking full advantage of it.
Behind Salacious, Leia could see one of Jabba's harem girls half asleep, her back fully pressed into Jabba's greasy flesh and a smile of pure content on her face as her hands lightly rubbed his skin, similar to how his tail was rubbing Leia's leg.
Leia shook her head, still unable to comprehend how someone like the slave girl could think of someone like Jabba as a wonderful master. Sure, Threepio thought that way, but he had been reprogrammed to. But the harem girl , she'd come to regard Jabba that way on her own. That's what it appeared to be like anyway.
As time went by she began to hear another noise, the voice of one Bib Fortuna, sounding annoyed as he seemed to be arguing with somebody. Even with the translation serum, she couldn't hear the conversation clearly. But her attention was bought when a familiar voice replied to Bib. "I must speak with Jabba."
She sat up slightly and gave the conversation her full attention, concentrating all her efforts on hearing what they were saying.
"What is your meeting about?" Bib asked him before turning around to look into the Main Audience Chamber, relieved to see Jabba still asleep. He turned back to look at the smuggler. "My master is asleep but I will wake him up, Bib told him, adamant in obeying his master's commands.
"You will take me to Jabba, now!" the smuggler whispered. She wished desperately she could tell him about the Ysalamiri above Jabba's dais.
Bib Fortuna just scoffed and shook his head at the Jedi. " come with me." He turned around and went back into the Main Audience Chamber. He followed Fortuna into the Chamber.
Sensing his presence, a number of guards began to awaken, the sounds of a few yawns and grunts echoing about the room as they got ready for whatever business this newcomer was here for.
With joining the room, Leia sat up straight with the poise of a princess. Even in this indignant slave outfit she was going to show her confident side when in the presence of Jabba's guests.
From under the hood, the smuggler couldn't help himself as his eyes roamed over Leia's exposed body. He couldn't lie, he had found her attractive he could only ever describe her as beautiful. With the golden slave outfit accentuating her natural beauty, he had a sudden difficulty on concentrating.
Leia tried to indicate for the smuggler to look upwards with her eyes alone, not wanting to incur the wrath of Jabba's many guards. But the smuggler seemed to be distracted by her luscious body. She found herself cursing her predicament even more so than before.
Threepio noticed the stranger stand in the middle of the room. He appeared to be a human, covered from head to toe in a large black cloak with a hood. Threepio instantly believed this man to be troublesome, and silently prayed that his master would deal with him.
An audible groan came from the opening maw of Jabba the Hutt as he woke up from his rather pleasant dream. Leia felt the grip on the chain tighten, and an increase in the rate of which Jabba's tail was rubbing her leg.
Bib Fortuna turned to give his master an apologetic look, before quickly bowing in respect and sorrow. "Forgive me my liege, I didn't mean to . . . "
"Who is this?" Jabba growled, his eyes focusing now on the smuggler in the room.
Bib Fortuna turned to look at Luke, fixing the hooded man with a scornful glare. "He's the smuggler you had scheduled a meeting a while back." smuggler showed no reaction whatsoever.
Jabba's angry eyes switched quickly between both his Major-domo and the smuggler. "I told you not to admit him while I am asleep, Fortuna!" He said accusingly.
Bib turned to look at Jabba again. "I tried to stop him excellency, but . . . "
"I must be allowed to speak" the smuggler said.
Jabba, "I don't like you came while I asleep," Jabba furious.
Jabba told him forcefully, pulling on Leia's chain to emphasise his point.
She felt the cushions shift against her bottom as the Hutt shifted, and the chain that kept her by his side jingled as the shadows of his short, chubby arms fell over her.
Leia tensed as she felt the chain lift from where it was touching the back of her shoulder, tightening in the air; steeling herself against the inevitable yank the Hutt would make upon it, sooner or later, she listened as the chain jingled with Jabba's moving arm as he bellowed.
Leia felt herself grin inwardly as she realized what was going on. Jabba, however, was not so amused.
The first quick tug on the chain came, and Leia threw a glare over her shoulder. "Ooooaaah," the Hutt growled in annoyance, and there was a grunt and the rustle of cloth, likely from some kind of physical outburst he was making upon Bib. "You stupid fool!" The lizard-monkey began cackling, and the Hutt snarled, There was the sudden shifting of flesh, and then Bib cried out and grunted in pain as he was thrown onto the floor.
At this demand, Jabba began laughing. "Ho-Ho-ho-ho-ho, hah-hah-hah-hah-hyeaaiii." As he did, the smuggler briefly met Leia's gaze, then moved back up to the Hutt as he stopped laughing.
Jabba began petting her as she continually moved her head to avoid his groping while he also stroked her bare skin with the end of his slug tail.
The smuggler told Jabba he could purchase the slave girl for the amount he offered him before.
Hearing the chain links jingle behind her as they were pulled taut, Leia tensed. "I will purchase it for cheaper than I said," Jabba said, pulling slowly back on the chain. Feeling the collar tighten on the front of her throat, Leia firmed her abdomen and tried to lean away from the Hutt, but her throat began to be crushed; closing her eyes and silently gasping for air, she rocked back towards Jabba her butt cheeks clenched together as her stomach tightened just as he mercifully slackened the chain, and straightening, she let her breath out.
"Nevertheless you will give me what you offered," The smuggler said, stepping slowly closer to the throne, several guards moving in behind him. "You will give me the slave as promised. You can either profit by this...or I will have someone take care of you." He waited a moment, and when no interruption or response came, he added, "We have been doing business for some time now Jabba, I would very much not like to ruin our business together."
Jabba snorted and growled at this, his amusement gone.
"BAH!" Jabba snarled, and before Leia could ponder the terrifying possibilities of what Threepio had started saying, the Hutt delivered a quick, hard yank on her chain. She blinked and gagged as she felt herself pitch backwards, but was able to catch herself before the smuggler had to witness her pathetically falling back upon the Hutt's huge belly. "You are right, young man" Jabba barked, and Leia was able to sit upright again.
"You will get your slave and leave. I do not like being disturbed in my sleep, Fetch him the slave as promised."
YANK!
Jabba tugged the chain very hard then, and with a choked cry, Leia fell back on his fleshy belly, the sound of her impact lost in the racket of the outraged, horrified, cries of the audience around her. As Jabba began barking orders, Leia took the opportunity to push herself upright again, but then Jabba tugged again, harder, choking her. Grabbing the collar and shaking her head, Leia fought against her cruel captor, but Jabba was too strong for her, and kept her struggling upon his belly as he shouted, "Bring me that slave right now!.
As several guards scattering to obey -Leia gagged and kicked her bare legs about, trying to allow some kind of slack on the chain.
"Talk droid!" Jabba bellowed, and Threepio came meekly over. "Translate this to him..." As he spoke, he slackened the chain enough for Leia to push herself upright, coughing and gagging...but then she faltered, her eyes widening as she listened to just what he wanted Threepio to say. Her heart sank; she was mortified. There was no way the Hutt was telling the truth, was there? Surely, he was exaggerating the notion of-
Jabba gave a warning tug to the chain, and Leia tensed. "Worry not, my pet," he said with playful cruelty, "you will still be staying with me for quite some time my beautiful princess..."
Leia's skin crawling at the thought, she realized something: regardless of her value to the Hutt as a hostage, she was being treated as something of a pet to him, wasn't she? Just a source of entertainment and affection, a companion for his whims-no more, and no less. For a moment, she almost felt sorry for it.
The guards brought in the smugglers slave girl.
Jabba, "now you will leave smuggler with your slave, I do not like my sleep interrupted.
She heard Jabba's wet mouth as he licked his lips, the chain was tugged; she closed her eyes and rocked back, but it was just a passing yank, and she glared out of the corner of her eye as she leaned forward.
The smuggler left with his slave, boarding the ship he had come on.
Jabba to Leia "my lovely princess lets take a nap we still have a long trip to Nal Hutta" He gestures to her to lay down on the small space provided for her on the throne that was a big cushion, there had been pillows provided for her as usual for her to lay on.
Jabba watchs as Leia adjusted herself turning her upper body facedown on the pillows sleeping on her stomach in the freefall sleeping position with her arms raised around her pillows while her lower body lay on the rest of the space provided for her. She put her head on a pillow with her head to the side facing in Jabba's direction as she can see his flesh,
Jabba slackened the chain a bit feeling the cold loose chain on her naked back. Jabba gazed at his nearly naked slave as he looked at one of her legs lay against his coiled tale while the other her leg raised to her hip slightly as it dangled freely, enjoying the view of her luscious legs.
He slowly lowers his gaze to her exposed buttocks licking his lips, as he loosens his grip on her chain causing more of the cold chain to run against her naked back, Leia shivers a bit from the coldness of the chain.
Jabba notices and removes the bottom half of the chain that was on her lower back onto the throne with the chain on her upper back running down on her side. He gazes at her naked back and licks his lips as he gazes at her birthmark, then he sees Leia's dolled up face giving her a smile, as her long braid flowed down her shoulder and onto the pillows.
Jabba had already fallen asleep while Leia's eyes were slowly closing. She felt slightly cold and the cold chain running down most her upper back didn't help, she felt Jabba's tail rub against her leg as she fell asleep. Leia was at least thankful she had pillows to lie on for some comfort on the already cushion of a throne.
Salacious scans her nearly naked form as she sleeps. Leia's chain rattles a bit as she sleeps silently. Jabba silently wakes up, sees Salacious, and gestures him to go back onto his spot the throne. He sees his scantily clad slave princess fast asleep, licking his lips as he looks at her lustfully.
Leia turns on her side in the fetal position facing the crowd that is sound asleep. Her torso is hunched and her knees are bent her arms slightly stretched out in front of her, as her long braid draped over one of her nearly exposed firm breasts that the small bra cups covers her nipple. Half asleep moving as far away from Jabba as possible to the edge of the throne that would be allowed. Jabba shortens the length of Leia's chain keeping her on a short tether, but still a bit slackened.
Jabba gazes at her naked backside then slowly goes down her naked back looking at her birthmark on her lower right back, licking his lips, looking at her tight round bubble butt, then finally looks at her luscious legs with her Jerba leather boots covering her feet. Falling back asleep in lust for his princess.
Some time had past. In the dim coolness of the Space Jewel, Mighty Jabba slept, dozing peacefully as his enormous hulk rested on the big cushion of that was his throne, his head bowed slightly, eyes tightly shut. He breathed in and out through his nostrils, from which mucus slowly dripped, giving his breathing a deep, wheezing, but also quiet, sound.
His courtiers, guards and various other scum and villainy lay here and there thrughout the Space Jewel, huddled into corners, snuggling into piles, sprawling here and there on the floor and sleeping sitting up on the steps, all snoring peacefully. Apart from the gentle sounds of their sleeping, softly drowned out by the Hutt's congested snoring, there was no noise in the chamber save for the soft chittering of Salacious Crumb watched Mighty Jabba's thick tail wriggling against the bare thigh of his master's most prized possession.
Leia found on the edge of the throne. She lay sprawled sensually before Jabba's bloated belly on the big cushion of the throne. Leia Organa. Around her throat was an ornate golden collar. It kept her close to her master at all times, the chain hung from the front of it, trailing gently down her side and around her back, up into the small, fat, almost childlike hands of Mighty Jabba. Even while he slept, he dared not release the chain that kept his prize bound to him in servitude.
Jabba's pliant belly felt good against her naked back, and the pillows were of the finest silks and velvets, stained though they were in slime, drool, mucus, and various other unmentionable bodily fluids. She was in the lap of luxury, almost literally, for the very tail that so held Crumb's interest was partially curled around Leia and her nest of pillows, providing a nice, moist hollow for the nearly naked human female to recline in.
She lay in front of her master sensually; her body reclined back against the pillows, her left arm used for support, using her shoulder to support her head.
Leia felt a slight jingle on her chain waking her up. Looking back, Jabba still asleep. She then looked at Salacious as he slept. She was a lot more comfortable on the big cushion of the throne and liked it more than the stone dais she and Jabba were usually on. She relished when they were on the big cushion of a throne.
There was an enormous, phlegmy groan and the skin-crawling squelch of folds of sticky flesh stretching and parting from itself as her loathsome captor. Leia felt the cushions shift against her bottom as the Hutt shifted, and the chain that kept her by his side jingled as the shadows of his short, chubby arms fell over her. She looked up at Jabba as he continued to snore. She despised the nights as she often didn't get sleep, and even on Jabba's Space Jewel she felt cold, but thankfully Jabba's body heat kept her warm. Thinking about her current state, as she looked around the Space Jewel, everyone was fast asleep.
Jabba's treatment towards her was not always so barbaric. She liked that he pampered her by allowing her to lie on huge pillows, and sometimes offered her a drink. Her costume was also priceless although left little to no imagination and left her nearly naked and degraded her, being made out of gold in many parts.
Despite Jabba's power, Leia always stood tall before her master, carrying herself with a pride and dignity he was unused to seeing in his slaves. Clearly this was because of her royal status as a princess, something that only made her even more attractive to the Hutt, who relished the opportunity to control and defile this strong-willed royal female.
When she was a princess on Alderaan, She often had to dress up for state events. Since she joined the Rebellion, however, she wore few fancy clothes and little makeup or jewelry, living according to the meager means the rebels had available to them. Jabba's pampering of Leia as his slave ironically brought back memories of being dolled up on Alderaan. Leia used these memories to her advantage, adopting a regal pose on Jabba's throne despite being chained. Nevertheless, while the skimpy costume she wore was fit for a princess in its gold material served as a constant reminder of her slavery and availability to the Hutt for his pleasure. Leia especially disliked her bracelets and her bound hair, as these things only symbolized Jabba's complete possession of her.
Whenever Jabba's tail strayed too close to her thigh or back, she would protect these sensitive parts of her body with her hands, even pushing Jabba's member away at times. However, having her hands on his tail only aroused the Hutt more, for he soon wished to make her appreciate its touch and power enough to adore and massage it. Similarly, when Jabba stroked her hair and shoulders or even ventured his hands to the top of her breasts, she would squirm to avoid his loathsome touch. However, Jabba would tug her chain to bring her within his reach. At other times he would pull the leash tight enough so that Leia would again have to grasp it at with her fingers, leaving her tender skin completely open to his slimy fondling. At other times, Leia would simply ignore Jabba's jerking of her chain, or turn around and glare at him, only causing the Hutt to drool and desire the haughty princess, now a slave girl, all the more.
She hated as Jabba's scantily-clad slave girl, she was not allowed to speak without her master's permission. If she disobeyed him, such as laughing as she did when the rancor died at the hands of Luke he would pull her back and start choking her. Leia only there to be Jabba's personal slave and dressed in nothing more than a skimpy slave girl outfit she was meant to be seen and not speak, and she knew this. This kept her in her place, where Jabba believed she belonged: exposed, silent, on a leash, and available for his sexual desires. With this punishment, Leia learned to keep her mouth shut around her Hutt master for fear of this humiliating exposure.
Leia hated she was given no privacy around Jabba and his guests. Subjected to being degradation and reduced to nothing more than a sex slave to Jabba. Having been dressed in a skimpy slave outfit exposing her for all to see. Jabba kept her very close and on a very short tether. Leia only being allowed to go as far as the chain would let her. Her every action was watched by everyone ranging from the guards and patrons to Jabba himself. The utter void of privacy while on a leash made Leia feel like the lowest life form, humiliating her as the audience mocked and jeered at her exposed body.
Seeing as Jabba captured her against her own free will. Reduced to the lowest life form of them all a...slave and was forced to be a half-naked slave chained to the neck. Sexuality was a "core feature" for slaves that were owned by Jabba especially to Leia. Because she was property he chose to use Leia as a sex slave. Her sexuality was closely controlled as she was given nothing more that her skimpy slave girl outfit and made to look like a slut. She was forbidden to have any positions. As a slave girl she was not allowed anything except for what Jabba provided to Leia.
Having been a princess reduced to a sex slave. Leia was only given her slave outfit which left the slave princess no modesty. It left her completely exposed for everyone to see. Having a collar around her neck made out of gold like the rest of her outfit to show her status as a princess to everyone. She was only provided the clothes given to her by Jabba, the collar around her neck, small top that covered her nipples on her breasts, a small gold plate that covered her vagina, her boots, arm and wrist bracelet, the small space provided for her on the dais, and her pillows to lay on. Which made Leia vulnerable as she wore just a small gold pate that covered her vagina exposing her rear that made her self-conscious for fear of exposure her most sacred body parts, and so he could easily grope her or penetrate her with his tail.
Leia felt Jabba's tail against her naked leg as it swayed sideways against it, she could feel the tip of his tail against her right butt cheek as it caressed it. Leia's eyes slowly closed as she fell asleep.
Time had passed. Jabba's guests had started to begin waking up, as some of them looked at the scantily clad Leia, while she slept. Hearing the noise, she opened her eyes, glancing up, seeing everyone awake. She slowly sat up, being kept on a very short tether, as Jabba kept her chain taut. Bib had brought Jabba a glass to drink. She glanced down at her half-naked body, at the long, thick, green tail that slithered and wiggled sleepily beside her bare thigh, and at the lizard-monkey sitting in the thick, coiled base of that tail. Blushing deeply.
Some time had past. Leia sat there on the cushion of a throne.
Leia tensed as she felt the chain lift from where it was touching the back of her shoulder, tightening in the air; steeling herself against the inevitable yank the Hutt would make upon it, sooner or later, she listened as the chain jingled with Jabba's moving arm. The crowd started their festivities.
Jabba had been talking to one of his guests that he has respect for some time now while Leia sat there in her small space as he sat next to her while he spoke with Jabba.
Jabba began laughing. "Ho-Ho-ho-ho-ho, hah-hah-hah-hah-hyeaaiii." As he did, the guest briefly met Leia's gaze, then moved back up to the Hutt as he stopped laughing.
Jabba began petting her as she continually moved her head to avoid his groping while he also stroked her bare skin with the end of his slug tail.
The guest gazed at Leia's tight stomach as she breathed, watching it go up and down as she breathed. Leia could tell Jabba had gotten drunk as she noticed he got more aggressive towards her when he drank.
Hearing the chain links jingle behind her as they were pulled taut, Leia tensed. Jabba, speaking to the guest, pulling slowly back on the chain. Feeling the collar tighten on the front of her throat, Leia firmed her abdomen and tried to lean away from the Hutt, but her throat began to be crushed; closing her eyes and silently gasping for air, she rocked back towards Jabba just as he mercifully slackened the chain, and straightening, she let her breath out.
Leia moved far away from Jabba as possible to the edge of the throne that would be allowed next to Jabba's tail he shortened the length of Leia's chain keeping her on a short tether, as her whole right leg lay against Jabba's tail, to get away from the guest. The tip of Jabba's tail sways back and forth against Leia's buttocks.
Salacious next to her looks at her lustfully. Leia makes eye contact with him, giving him a face of embarrassment, She glanced down at her half-naked body, at the long, thick, green tail that slithered and wiggled beside her bare thigh.
Jabba snorted and growled in amusement. The Hutt delivered a quick, hard yank on her chain. She blinked and gagged as she felt herself pitch backwards, but was able to catch herself before the guest had to witness her pathetically falling back upon the Hutt's huge belly. Leia was able to sit upright again. Hutt began laughing, she looked helplessly back up at Jabba as the guest looks at Leia's nearly naked form.
As Jabba and his guest continued talking to each other, Leia looked around as she saw everyone talking while, others looked at her as well. The Max Rebo Band continued to play music as the dancers danced and the signers sang. A servant walked toward Jabba but bumped into a droid dropping the glass as it shattered on the floor in front of the throne. Leia gazed down to see the mess she felt the presence of the collar around her neck as Jabba tugged her back . Putting her hand on Jabba's tail with a grip for support. Suddenly Bib was beside her with one hand on her upper arm , shooting her a surreptitious, assuring glance. Leia sighed. Jabba, for his part, was intoxicated by the power he had just demonstrated to his captive princess. One of the servants began to clean up the mess as Leia watched.
Jabba's tail moved against her rear while she maintained a grip on his tail for support, Leia finished watching the servant clean the mess.
The sound of her laughter infuriated her Hutt master, who yanked angrily on her leash more powerfully than ever. The jolt made the princess fly back against his massive bulk, but Jabba continued to pull on her chain as he shouted with rage. Leia fell into an awkward position against Jabba and began to choke. As Leia gasped and desperately pulled at her collar below him, Jabba's thick tail beat violently into her side, further punishing her for her insubordination. Everyone has a clear view of her exposed buttocks as she is reclined back,. Only when the princess looked up at him with pleading eyes did the Hutt relent his choking grip on her leash.
Certain that he had taught her an important lesson in obedience, Jabba allowed the princess to sit up, but still kept her on a short tether. As Leia breathed air back into her aching lungs, the Hutt began to stroke her hair and shoulder to try to console himself to calm himself down.
Leia had recovered her strength enough to resist Jabba's molestation. As he ran his hand over her shoulder and dangerously close to her chest, she attempted to squirm away, only to be brought back by a firm tug on her leash.
A guest called out to Jabba asking where Leia was, I'm here!" she called out assuringly, only to be silenced by an even firmer pull from Jabba. Leia could tell the guests was massively drunk. In the time he had possessed Princess Leia as his slave, he had already come to understand her personality and strength.
The guests began ranting to Jabba in front of the crowd that was gathered around them.
Leia, seated in front of Jabba and feeling him play with her chain, Jabba licked his lips and pulled on Leia's leash insistently. The princess allowed herself to be pulled back and felt his hand rub up and down her back and then return to stroking her hair. She closed her eyes in abhorrence and then glared back backwards without turning her head.
Jabba sat there as he angerly listened to the guest rant drunkly to him. He gestured to one of his bounty hunters, as she shot the guest right there on the spot with no remorse.
Jabba began laughing. Leia leaned forward looking down at the dead body that layed before her. Jabba glanced down at her naked back and birthmark on her lower right back, and rear, licking his lips. Leia restrained by her chain, Bib approached her, giving her a look of not to worry. He gazed at her nearly naked form. Looking at her small gold plate that covers her vagina, working his way up looking at her tight navel and stomach then at her tight firm breasts covered with the two small bra cups covering her nipples. Leia looks at Bib as he licks his lips, as he moves his hand down her naked back.
Poising to flee, she felt the presence of the collar around her neck as Jabba tugged her back. Bib was beside her, shooting her a surreptitious, assuring glance. She sighed deeply to restore her spirits.
The sound of her laughter infuriated her Hutt master, who yanked angrily on her leash more powerfully than ever. The jolt made the princess fly back against his bulk, but Jabba still did not stop pulling.
As his slave girl gasped and desperately pulled at her collar below him. His thick tail beat violently into her side. Many of guests looked lustfully at Leia's body reclined back on Jabba as she was being choked they all glanced at her exposed butt cheeks with only her the small gold crescent moon plate cover her vagina, they could see a camel toe formed underneath the plate due to the coldness, as she struggled against Jabba. Most of them mocked at her in humiliation as they looked at struggling princess lustfully.
Only when the princess looked up at him with pleading eyes did the Hutt relent his choking grip on her leash. Certain that he had taught her an important lesson in obedience, Jabba allowed the princess to sit up, but still kept her on a short tether. As Leia breathed air back into her aching lungs, the Hutt began to stroke her hair and shoulder to try to console himself. Weakened and spent, Leia could offer the mighty Jabba no resistance.
Leia could see Jabba's interactions from the corner of her eye, his hand holding a goblet filled with alcohol. Between all the licking and the giggling she could hear him talking to the guests.
Jabba with a goblet in his hand gazed at Leia as a handful of people gathered around them. Leia, ignoring the suggestive whispers from passengers. Jabba sipped from his large goblet of wine and stared at the firm round ass of his pretty slave girl.
Jabba scans Leia's nearly half naked body from head to toe looking at her dolled up face, earrings, her hair bun, and plait dangling over her shoulder as the long plait stopped at her tight round navel, then glancing at her hard firm breasts, with only the two small bra cups that covered her nipples, Jabba gives Leia a slight jerk on her chain, a silent reminder of her place as she glances back at him. Jabba looks at her her snake armband on her left upper arm and bracelet on her right arm. He then glances at her small front skirt plate that is only covering her crotch, showing off her legs, exposing her hips. Lastly, Jabba looks at her rear then at her Jerba leather boots, then back at her ass licking his lips. Glancing back up at Leia, noticing the expression on her face of fear, jerking on her chain, Leia glances back at Jabba in annoyance.
Jabba licked his lips and pulled on Leia's leash insistently. The princess allowed herself to be pulled back and felt his hand rub up and down her back and then return to stroking her hair.
She closed her eyes in abhorennce and then glared back backwards without turning her head.
Leia watched the party go on. Leia stood next to Jabba as her chain dangles on her naked back.
Beside her sat two Jawas as well, one of whom she had seen fanning the Hutt before. They too leaned against Jabba's tail, but at its curled up, thinner end. Jabba kept Leia on an extremely short tether and constantly rubbed her back with lust while talking to the guards in front of him, who gazed at his luscious prize. They spoke of his impressive domination of the princess. One guard in particular mocked Leia's predicament to her face.
Sensing Leia's defeated posture, Jabba turned towards her and spoke gently-but mockingly-to her. Leia strained forward and opened her mouth to respond to his taunt, but Jabba silenced her with a quick jolt of her leash. The princess gulped and sat back up in her regal pose.
Leia could tell when Jabba was looking at her from behind and not paying attention to anything else as he would lick his lips and play with her chain as it jingled and swayed back and forth on her naked back.
Eventually Jabba release Leia's leash and she moved forward, passing between the men who had taunted her, and taking up a position by one of the Star Jewels windows. As the princess walked away from him, he admired her scantily clad body: her exposed buttocks and the sinuous movements of her hips, the pendulum motion of her braid as it danced across her stomach. Then he returned to conversing with his men about the excitement to come.
Thankfully though, she was able to gaze out the window, and even place her hand on the railing of the window. Gazing at the vast vacuum of space as they slowly approached Nal Hutta.
Leia looks out into space looking at the planets as they pass them by. Longing so much to have freedom like she once had being able to sleep where she wanted and in a comfortable bed, but she had to sleep nearly naked on Jabba's stone dias with nothing more than a few pillows, and had to either recline back or was forced to sleep on his belly. Looking at the women fully clothed that stood within a distance of her, she missed wearing actual clothes such as her ceremonial gown she wore at the ceremony of Luke and Han, or her Hoth suit, but since being Jabba's slave she was forced to wear that wretched metal bikini, that left her no modesty. Jabba forced her to be nearly naked wearing so little nothing more than her skimpy top that just covered her nipples of her breasts, Jerba leather boots, her bracelets, her gold plate and wore her hair in a bun with a long braid that was fastened with a gold hair fastner that dangled suggestively down her shoulder and her back. Leia did not like the feeling of the braid against her naked stomach and back. More over she did not like that Jabba made her wear so much make up, as she never wore to much or too little, but to the extent of the make up she was wearing made her look like a mockery of her royal status. Also not liking the bracelets she was forced the wear, the one on her upper left arm and the armlet on her right wrist, as she was not a fan of jewelry.
Leia glanced back at Jabba, watching him eat and drink, while slow music was being played, she was grateful that at least Jabba let her be alone for the time being despite still being collared to him, as she would always be to him.
"Go, gaze my lovely." He said to her as he loosened his grip on the chain, giving her just enough slack to barely make it to the window on the other side of the Star Jewel. Leia gave a slight nod of her head before walking to the window, forever mindful of the lustful glances she would receive on the way there. Luckily though, no-one decided to touch her.
As the princess walked away from him, he admired her scantily clad body: the movements of her exposed hips and rear, the pendulum motion of her braid as it danced across her back. Then he returned to conversing with his men about the excitement to come.
She reached the window and felt her collar tighten. Her throat constricted she turned her head to look at Jabba, assuming that he was pulling on it to bring her back to him. But when she looked, she saw his attention had returned to other slave girls. She had reached the end of the chain's length, she couldn't move any further away from him.
Thankfully though, she was able to gaze out the window, and even place her hand on the railing of the window. Gazing at the vast vacuum of space.
Leia glanced back at Jabba, watching him eat and drink, while slow music was being played, she was grateful that at least Jabba let her be alone for the time being despite still being collared to him, as she would always be to him.
Leia looks outside seeing nothing but the planets as they past by, hearing the music of the Max Rebo Band playing. Having stood by the window for some time the slight cold breeze from the cold outside in space having made her pert firm breasts firmer, hardening her nipples, while also making her vagina tight underneath the small crotch plate, and making her butt cheeks clench together. Tessek the quid like creature One of Jabba's men approaches Leia. Leia noticing his facial features of Tessek The Quarren squid-like with four facial tentacles which protruded from their lower jaw. He had a pair of deep, turquoise eyes and finned hands with suction-tipped fingers, who had two long protrusions that extended from either side of their faces, and gill-like structures that were actually hearing organs. Leia glances at him and as she is about to respond suddenly Jabba tugs on it, silencing her, reminding her of her place.
Tessek glances down at Leia's birthmark on her lower right back "Princess you have an amazing body, and the birthmark of yours makes it all the more divine." Looking at him in disgust, not understanding what he was saying to her but knew he was lusting for her.
He pokes at her birthmark on her lower right back, then pokes it again, Leia stares back at him not saying then, just giving him an expression of annoyance.
But a soft tug on her leash told her this was not to be the case. She turned back to glare at Jabba then back at Tessek as he , then carried on looking out the window, feeling that she had made a royal statement.
Tessek caresses Leia's soft naked back as she looks outside the window, gazing at the planets they pass.
Having stood by the window for some time the slight cold breeze from the cold outside in space having made her pert firm breasts firmer, hardening her nipples, while also making her vagina tight forming a camel toe, as the crotch plate only covered the front part of her vagina, and making her butt cheeks clench together.
A handful of men surrounded her mocking her while they enjoyed the view of the nearly naked princess's body, one of them pointing out that they could see part of the her vagina from what the gold plate didn't cover from underneath.
Leia glances at Jabba, as he makes eye contact with her. Licking his lips looking at her lustfully, keeping her chain taut. She looks back out the window. Leia trying to ignore the men and women crude catcalls they'd shout at her.
Tessek playing with her braid as it dangled on her naked back moved it across her shoulder as it dangled against her stomach. Leia looking at him with disgust wishing Jabba would command him to stop but he was distracted talking to his goons.
Tessek continues to caress the nearly naked Leia, with his hand going down her tight stomach, with one finger going around in circles around her navel. Leia feeling humiliated, as she did not like being especially by Jabba but she couldn't do anything about her situation, she is a slave, nearly naked and chained to the neck.
Although still not completely broken. Reduced to the lowest life form of them all a...slave and was forced to be a half-naked slave chained to the neck. Sexuality was a "core feature" for slaves that were owned by Jabba especially Leia. Because Leia was property he chose to use Leia as a sex slave.
Leia's sexuality was closely controlled as she was given nothing more that her skimpy slave girl outfit and made to look like a slut. Leia was forbidden to have any positions. As a slave girl she was not allowed anything except for what Jabba provided to Leia. Having been a princess reduced to a sex slave. Leia was only given her slave outfit which left the slave princess no modesty. It left her completely exposed for everyone to see. Having a collar around her neck made out of gold like the rest of her outfit to show her status as a princess to everyone. She was only provided the clothes given to her by Jabba,the collar around her neck, her boots, arm and wrist bracelet, the small space provided for her on the dais, and her pillows to lay on.
Jabba believed she belonged: exposed, silent, on a leash, and available for his sexual desires.
But a soft tug on her leash told her this was not to be the case. Jabba commanded Tessek to stop touching her, She turned back to glare at him and then carried on looking out the window.
The Star Jewel started descending slowly into Nal Hutta. Leia looks at the vast cities from the atmosphere. Last she had reports on Nal Hutta that it was the main hub for the criminal underworld during the rebellion. This would be her first coming to this planet. As the Star Jewel slowly descended she could see the swampy planet with its lush jungle world, but could see in some parts of the planet it was polluted and barren. The Star Jewel descended on to land as it passed through the barren wasteland. Leia saw that mining workers as labor slaves from other planets the Hutts had conquered.
Not only was she hopeless but she could see the harsh life the Hutts put on people that were treated as slave workers, upon reflecting her life as Jabba's slave girl, with nothing more than being degraded by the vile Hutt.
A moment later the chain pulled slightly, and she turned and glared back at Jabba; still drunk, still drinking, he mumbled something and chuckled; if anything, the tug was an accident, and Leia turned back to the window. The men laughed at her degradation.
A hard, painful tug on Leia's chain brought her back from the window with a choked yelp. Leia staggered back, as her front small crescent moon crotch plate moved in between her legs, as everyone saw her exposed body, comments were made about her, as she made her run to Jabba, grabbing at the collar and twisting instinctively around to avoid being choked again. She grunted as she almost ran into someone, almost fell forward; she caught herself, took a big leap up onto the throne—
—and only as she rose up before Jabba did she realize what she was doing, even after all her impassioned awakening of hate of the Hutt. All at once, she straightened and pressed her half nearly-naked body into his, dimpling his belly with knee and pelvis alike, her plait whipping round her bare shoulders to the side of her bosom, the wet squishing sound of pulpy, greasy, slime-dribbled and wine-slippery flesh most repulsively loud as it pressed against her—and she against it.
She had obeyed him like she would have on any other occasion…because it was what she was supposed to do. She closed her eyes from the shame she felt pressing against her where disgusting Huttese flesh did not, opening them only when she suddenly felt something touching her back—something rough and narrow and sharp somehow—and she realized suddenly that it was a hand. She dared not look to see to whom it belonged; she had a guess that Bib and Jabba had laid aside their differences, and that the majordomo was trying to be of assistance once again. Jabba's men gathered around to see the princess drink from Jabba's goblet.
Leia turned and saw that his goblet was once again full, and he held it closely to their faces in a shaky hand. Leia glanced at Jabba's mouth, watching for any other words, then turned to look at his huge amber eyes. His wrinkled lids narrowed, causing his irises to swell into dark pits, and then they shifted slightly to the right. Leia followed them, saw they were looking at the goblet…
...which he curiously held sideways…
held it up to her lips, his hand over her shoulder pushing her closer, Leia put her right hand on his big chubby hand, that contained the drink, Jabba tipping it so the liquid ran into her mouth, she swallowed it as quickly as she could. Jabba's hand moved to her waist, as she was forced to continue drinking. Jabba's guests looking at the scantly clad Leia. The taste, acidic and unpalatable as it was, stayed on her tongue for a second. The Hutt caressed her face and back with his hand once more.
Jabba loosened his grip on her leash, he gestured her to sit in front of him on the throne. The princess shuffled in her place on the throne, on the pillows provided her by Jabba, sitting in a submissive position, she felt his tail brushing against her naked leg. While the party on the sail barge continued.
It felt like it was taking forever to get to their destination. Leia noticed that the crowd was beginning to thin out. Figures beginning to fall asleep and found somewhat comfortable spots on chairs and against pillars in the Star Jewel, Even Salacious Crumb curled up amid the pillows nestled in the curl of Jabba's tail.
Leia found herself yawning. Jabba yanked her chain suddenly, and she fell back against his belly with a grunt. He chuckled and reached down, stroking her bare shoulder, the long, quivering tip of his tail slithering uncomfortably close to her bare legs. Sometime had passed when she was sure Jabba was sound asleep, she'd shuffle away from him on the edge of the throne.
Leia reclined back against the pillows, using her left arm for support while using her shoulder to support her head to sleep, so as to not be totally in his slimy embrace the rest of the trip to their destination.
Leia moved a bit further to the edge of the throne as Jabba's tail continued to bother her; she lay back down in her submissive position with her head on her left shoulder using it for support, and her right hand on her outer thigh. Barley having enough room on the throne, she hated that her gold plate only covered the front part of her vagina, while exposing the rest underneath the plate, in the postiton she was in didn't help as everyone could see her womanhood and her rear as she slept nearly naked, chained to the neck. Wearing nothing more than her bra cups that covered her nipples that were in the same style as her previous tops, along with her gold crescent moon plate covering the front part of her vagina, exposing the rest that it didn't cover, her Jerba leather boots, her snake armband on her left arm, her bracelet on her right arm, with her gold hair clips holding her bun in place as her long braid dangled across her shoulder flowing down to her navel with a gold fastners former a pony tail at the end of the braid. Her eyes slowly close as the scantily clad Leia falls asleep once again.
As she slept, Salacious remained awake for several more minutes. Enjoying the slave princess's exposed body. Jabba's tail slowly stroked up and down Leia's upper thigh, dangerously close to her womanhood. Staring at Leia's bare cleavage, Salacious drooled at the enslaved princess.
Salacious enjoyed having Leia by his side as he had the better view than everyone else. He gazed at Leia's nearly naked body, looking at her luscious naked legs with her Jerba leather boots on her feet, working his way up to her womanhood, drooling at the site of her exposed womanhood that formed a camel toe due to the coldness with only the gold plate covering a small part of her pubis area of her vagina, that was hairless, as Salacious liked that Jabba had all of Leia's body creamed with a lotion that removed all roots of hair removed, leaving Leia's body smooth and hairless. As Leia breathed slowly, Salacious glances at her tight stomach as it moves up and down slowly while Leia breaths, then finally back at her exposed firm breasts with only the bra cups covering her nipples.
Moments later. Leia had waken due to loud music with her head still using her shoulder as support scanning the barge to find most of the guests and Jabba's men awake enjoying their festivities as they arrived to his brothers palace in the hanger.
Leia Remembers
Leia sat in front of Jabba, obediently watching in silence as the court went about their foul business along with Jabba's Brother. Some were bounty hunters, watching and waiting from the shadows, shrouded in the grey clouds of the pipe-smokers as they waited for a new job. There were fancy, exotic twi'lek women dancing in the centre above the steel girdle that overlooked the Rancor Pit, flowing from side to side like a flock of beautiful swans as the Max Rebo band played in the corner. It was a chilled afternoon, and there wasn't anything of significant importance for the mighty Hutt to tend to — so, he spent his free time massaging his most prized possession's naked thigh as she lay on her side, a void expression spreading across her lips, overwhelming her flushing cheeks. The lights were dimmed, and the pale banners of smoke were flashing with a plethora of colours, reflecting quite harmoniously off the twi'lek dancer's multicoloured bodies.
Jabba grumbled to himself as he reached into the tank and retrieved an unfortunate amphibian-like creature. It squirmed in his grasp, squealing as he shoved it into his slimy maw, swallowing it whole and licking the sweet juices from his quivering, bottom lip.
The former princess narrowed her eyes and muttered under her breath. "Ugh…"
It was greatly pleasing for the slimy Hutt to see his number one slave disgusted by his mannerisms - it was a major contributor as to why he kept her around, and on a short leash. He wanted to see her foul expression, her scolding, penetrating gaze, and nervous, confused personality.
Indeed, the former princess — now clad in a golden bikini that revealed everything and left nothing to the imagination — was most unlike previous slaves who once held her title. She was Jabba's number one girl. Some saw her as a personal pleasure slave, others simply viewed her as a trophy, to demonstrate the Hutt's power and wealth. However, to Jabba she was simply beautiful, and he wanted to keep her for himself. Little did the young princess know, that she was following in her real mother's footsteps.
Not twenty years before her birth, Padmé, Queen of the sovereign system of Naboo at the time of the trade federation blockade — disappeared without a trace. All that was kept in the records was that she perished when her ship 'crashed' on a planetoid orbiting the remote system of Tatooine, and that her 'remains' were never recovered. In actual fact, when all hope was lost, Padmé, at the tender age of eighteen, sought Jabba out and met with him privately in Mos Eisley. The holographic recordings, taken by a translator droid at the time, could be found in the Hutt's hologram room, as a reminder of that fateful evening when he received the greatest shock in all his six centuries of life.
Padmé was lead to the end of a stairwell that danced down into the orangey-blackness. It was hot and very humid, and she diligently followed after the translator droid — who was polite enough to offer her a refreshment.
"When in the presence of his exaltedness, it would be wise to address him as such — he takes very kindly to submission," explained the confident translator droid, before showing her the door to the private meeting room.
The young brunette simply nodded her head and replied. "Very well, then."
Padmé made her way into the small, though quite tall, room and sat her fine, round behind on a cushioned seat that resembled a small sofa. It was gold and purple in colour, with beautifully decorated tassels and a velvet-like design on the cushioning. She made herself look appealing, wearing eyeliner and combing her long, silky hair across her pretty forehead, forming a rather pleasant, yet mature, fringe.
Her attention was soon torn away from the comfortable seat as the sound of something heavy sliding towards the door infiltrated her ears. In a flash, the doors opened, revealing the slimy figure of the great Jabba Desilijic Tiure himself, in all his smelly, repulsive glory.
Padmé stood up and bowed hesitantly, not entirely sure how to greet him. "Greetings, your exaltedness."
Jabba grumbled, his bright orange, amphibian-reptillian eyes expanding as he breathed heavily. "Bo Shuda…"
The translator droid stepped forwards and faced the young Queen. "Jabba wishes to compliment his ladyship on her divine beauty."
Padmé blushed a little, though part of her expression painted a picture of revulsion — she was completely grotesqued by the Hutt's appearance as he slid into the meeting room.
Before she could utter a word, the Hutt rumbled something in Huttese. She could feel his enormous eyes analysing her entire figure, and she trembled a little as his giant, scum-covered tongue rolled across his bottom lip.
"The great and benevolent Jabba wishes to know why you have requested an audience with him."
Padmé stood up and walked towards Jabba, but maintained a respectable distance. "There's no easy way to put this, and I'm sure whatever remains of my dignity after this meeting will fade away, but; I humbly pledge my services to you, your highness."
Jabba licked his lips quickly, burping as his tail wagged happily from side to side. It seemed that he was most impressed by what he saw.
Leia had little memory of her mother. When she was a young girl, she could remember fragments of information, faded photographs of an elegant woman, confident yet sad. Growing up on Alderaan and assuming the title as a princess, treated as royalty, Leia was taught to forget about her mother. She was told that, albeit sternly, that her mother was not really her mother, and that the mystery behind her birth would remain so for the rest of her days.
She felt the shimmering chain tug her back, constricting the reflective, golden collar around her smooth, slender neck. "Uhk!"
"I need you to be excellent tonight, Leia..ah…" the slimy Hutt groaned in pleasure as he uttered her name, massaging her shoulders with his greedy, sausage-like fingers.
The former princess had the great displeasure of not understanding what Jabba said to her, but she more or less slowly got to know what he meant.
Nevertheless, there were some things she rather liked about the slimy Hutt, and indeed — his gross habits. There was something to admire about the way he demonstrated his power without any effort whatsoever, commanding the pieces of the chessboard as he sent his loyal servants and bounty hunters to distant corners of the outer-rim territories, bringing him valuable prisoners and disloyal, disobedient smugglers. Leia had experienced the extent of his mercy first-hand when she was first discovered, and subsequently, captured and transformed from a tough, arrogant princess to a quiet, well-trained pleasure slave.
She could recall the fateful moments of that very night, as clear as silver sunshine, in her mind as some of Jabba's drool fell on her naked shoulder, making a horrid squishing sound as it slid down her back and onto the solid, limestone throne.
"Just relax, you're suffering from the effects of the carbonate, of which you're now free," the mysterious bounty hunter explained as Han shivered uncontrollably.
He glared back in response, rubbing his fingers gently across the visor and transpirator. "W-where am I?"
"Jabba's palace."
Han gulped. "Who are you?"
The bounty hunter took off the helmet, revealing a mane of bronze-gold hair that flopped around erratically for the briefest of moments. The gorgeous visage of a young princess, Leia Organa, appeared before the petrified smuggler. "Someone who loves you…"
"…Leia!" he groaned jovially.
"C'mon, I've got to get'cha out of here," she grunted as she tried to lift the smuggler from the cold, limestone floor.
Ho ho ho ho, ah hahaha…yah…
"What is that?" Han began to ask in a worried tone. "I know that laugh."
A large, dark violet curtain whooshed to one side, revealing a plethora of scum and villainy, and in the centre, the notorious crime lord; Jabba The Hutt himself, in all his slime-ridden glory. They were all laughing at Leia's pathetic attempt to save the smuggler, and mocked her as she clung to his side.
Han stepped forwards. "Look, Jabba, I got a little side-tracked — it wasn't my fault."
"It's too late for that, Solo," the giant slug rumbled, smacking his lips. "You may have been a good smuggler, but now you're bantha fodder."
Leia formed a perplexed grin, blushing a tad as she found the words of the Hutt to be amusing.
"Listen, I'll pay you triple…"
A couple of guards moved in to grab his arms as Jabba's laugh bellowed across the court. "Take him away."
His last words were ones of sheer desperation. "You're throwing away a fortune here, don't be a fool!"
Leia was ripped from Han's embrace as the pig-like, Gamorreans escorted him down a shadowy corridor, leaving nothing to the imagination. The princess, clad in her tight, bounty hunter outfit started after him before the loud, thunderous voice of the Hutt pierced her ears.
"Bring her to me!"
Her soft, hazel-brown eyes lit up in fear as another pair of Gamorrean guards grabbed her roughly and brought her closer towards the slimy Hutt. He grumbled in pleasure, absorbing her rich scent, his amphibian-like eyes glowing with lustful thoughts.
Leia grunted as the guards handled her roughly, their greedy, probing, sausage-like digits squeezing her biceps. "We have…powerful friends, you're gonna regret this.
She almost vomited as she was pressed against his slimy belly, a horrid squelching sound slicing through the hot air of his rancid breath as he poured the toxic fumes all over her angelic face. There was green snot dripping from his uneven nostrils, a white, viscous saliva seeping from the corners of his enormous mouth, and a river of saliva lining his toothless maw. Every time he spoke there was a smacking noise, disgusting the young brunette even further as she gazed helplessly into his impressive, gleaming orbs.
"I'm sure," he spoke sarcastically, eyeing her up. "You're mine now…yeah-ahhhhh…"
From the darkest depths of his cavernous mouth came his equally gigantic, scum-covered tongue, riddled in hot saliva. It slipped from one corner of his lips to the other, smothering the bottom one as it quivered at the strength of the slimy appendage.
Leia stared at the tongue, then back at Jabba for the briefest of moments before she groaned. "Ugh!"
She could faintly here a translator droid in the background mutter. "Oh, I can't bare to look."
"Ah!" the Hutt sighed in exasperated pleasure. It was immensely pleasing to see her look of disgust, and as he was highly susceptible to lust, he gave in and ordered her to be taken away to 'be prepared'.
In actuality, Leia's enslavement wasn't as bad as she had originally anticipated. In some ways, most ways — it was better than her life in the rebellion. She was a slave — but one of royalty, and was therefore treated as such. Everyone in the palace had only the greatest admiration for her beauty, and she was — to her revulsion — growing somewhat comfortable with her new lifestyle.
Short Tether
Jabba's pet lizard-monkey reappeared in the waning hours. it was clutching something shredded and gory in its claw, tearing at the unrecognizable morsel with its beak. When it saw her upon the throne, it cooed curiously, tossing the scrap on the floor, leaped up on the throne beside her and chattering something illegible at her, then snuggled into the ring of Jabba's coiled tail, lowering its head with slow, sleepy movements.
Jabba yanked Leia back from her sitting position to land upon his big belly. There, she watched as the Audience Chamber slowly emptied out, and soon deep, grumbling snores began to sound from behind her. She yawned, beginning to realize just how tired she really was, and the last thing she knew that evening was the sensation of her suddenly heavy eyelids.
She was awoken in the middle of the night by a hard yank on her chain. Gagging, she grabbed at her collar, only to be choked again, harder, until she pushed herself to her feet and faced him.
He yanked her chain again, and with slow, sleepy movements, she forced herself to press her half-naked body up against his squishy, slimy bulk. He slop-kissed her, and she uttered a sleepy, breathy moan and turned her head, feeling the huge tongue smear across her face and cheek. As it began to slide down the front of her throat and onto her upper chest, she shivered, and her lower body moved forward and shoved more firmly into the Hutt's belly.
He chuckled wetly. My slave...
She closed her eyes as his big, groping hands slid over her lower body, and as Jabba the Hutt began to thoroughly enjoy the pleasure of her company, Slave Leia moaned again, louder.
She was disoriented to find herself still lying on the cushions before the Hutt, who was sound asleep behind her, and although the lizard-monkey stirred, it did not awaken.
That hadn't-couldn't have-happened; yet as bits and pieces of sensations began to drop back into her mind and half-remembered things began to caress her flesh once again, she shivered.
No. It had been some kind of awful, twisted dream. Nothing more.
Leia began to relax again, and yawning, she reached up to touch her face —and almost choked when she felt faint traces of dried, crumbled slime on her face, neck, and upper chest. With a shudder, she wiped herself clean and forced herself to close her eyes, but sleep was a long way off.
A dream, she told herself, though she could hardly believe it. A dream...
The scantily clad Leia's chain runs across Jabba's belly as Leia lye against his stomach, her left cheek against the cold chain as she sleeps silently on Jabba. Jabba's hand lay on Leia's shoulder as his tail rubbed against her naked leg her tight round buttocks. Jabba's tail moved closer to her butt cheeks, as the end of his tail went up and down caressing them. It had been dark in the audience chamber.
Jabba's hand on her shoulder as his belly went up and down as he snored causing his hand to gently caress her shoulder.
Leia shuffled away from him to the edge of the throne, Leia adjusted her top making sure it was covering her nipples, as that's what it was only meant to cover. Leia reclined back against the pillows, using her left arm for support while using her shoulder to support her head to sleep, having noticed he slackened the chain considerably as Jabba snored away. Leia although barely conscious, was just aware enough to move further to the edge of the throne, as she rested her head on her shoulder trying to get back to sleep. Jabba gave a quick yank on her chain, her outstretched hands stopped her from falling against Jabba. Looking back at Jabba with annoyance he was sound asleep, it had only been a reflex, one that she has dealt with during her nights. Seeing her chain, Jabba kept the chain very taut and on a short tether, she couldn't leave the throne.
He had begun rubbing the tip of his tail against the princess's leg, and slowly inching it closer and closer toward her crescent moon crotch plate, in an attempt to feel her camel that formed.
His hand went from rubbing her shoulder to her breast, his slimy hand easily squeezing its way inside her bikini. He did so slowly and softly, so as not to rouse the sleeping princess from her slumber.
His tail began poking around, getting an idea about the shape of her inner thighs. He followed the ridges of her legs until he found the outline of his prize. Before proceeding, Jabba willed the chain to give Leia her voice back, wanting to hear her reaction to his next action. With slow and gentle movements, his tail went inside it and moved against it, pleased to feel the barrier of innocence still there.
Jabba smiled when a tired and disgusted groan came from his slave's closed mouth. He bit back the impressed and lecherous laugh he was about to perform and recoiled his tail ever so slowly, returning it to rubbing her legs and hips. He switched the chain from his left hand to his right, as that was his more dominant hand, and drifted off to sleep.
Leia adjusted herself turning her upper body facedown on the pillows sleeping on her stomach in the freefall sleeping position with her arms raised around her pillows while her lower body lay on the rest of the space provided for her. She put her head on a pillow with her head to the side facing in Jabba's direction as she can see his flesh, Jabba slackened the chain a bit, Leia feeling the cold loose chain on her naked back.
she felt Jabba's tail rub against her leg as she fell asleep. Leia was at least thankful she had pillows to lie on for some comfort on the already cushion of a throne.
Leia turns on her side in the fetal position facing the crowd that is sound asleep. Her torso is hunched and her knees are bent her arms slightly stretched out in front of her, as her long braid drapes over one of her nearly exposed firm breasts that the small bra cups covers her nipple.
Jabba shortens the length of Leia's chain keeping her on a short tether, but still a bit slackened.
Leia found on the edge of the throne. She lay sprawled sensually before Jabba's bloated belly on the big cushion of the throne. Leia Organa. Around her throat was an ornate golden collar. It kept her close to her master at all times, the chain hung from the front of it, trailing gently down her side and around her back, up into the small, fat, almost childlike hands of Mighty Jabba. Even while he slept, he dared not release the chain that kept his prize bound to him in servitude.
Jabba's tail against her naked leg at it gently caressed her camel toe as it swayed sideways against it.
Leia lifted her head and looked back at the unconscious Hutt, furrowing her brow at the sight of her new master.
Trying again to go back to sleep, light started to enter the room. She glanced up towards the window. Having not seen a sun set in a while, Leia looked back at Jabba as he and Salacious slep, along with Jabba's borther and guests, looking back at the guests that remained in the room from earlier today. Leia pushed herself slowly up, feeling Jabba's tail brush her thigh. She pulled her leg away. An icy shiver of fear crept up her spine as she felt a sharp tug on her chain, causing her to fall back, her outstretched hands stopped her from falling against Jabba. Looking back at Jabba with annoyance he was sound asleep, it had only been a reflex, one that she has dealt with during her nights. Seeing her chain she saw she had enough slack to go towards the window, which is what she wanted, sometime away from Jabba, Jabba never gave her that much slack but he was very drunk when everyone fell asleep so she imagined he didn't notice it.
Leia slowly getting off the throne as the chain made clinking noises, walked towards the window. Seeing everyone fast asleep, as she walked past them, glancing back at Jabba, still sound asleep, she continued her walk to the window. Finally reaching the window, her chain got tight around her neck, only a couple inches away she put her hand on the side of the slatted window for support. Through the slatted window she could see the sunrise. Enjoying the peace of not being touched or molested, Leia savored having this time to herself. The sun slowly rose, savoring every moment of time alone. Behind her, she could hear the Hutt snoring.
At one point, he tugged on her chain, which made her flinch and look back at him in annoyance, Jabba still asleep, turning back to the window, looking out seeing the vast desert land of Tattooine, reflecting on her current state, having been with Jabba for some months now, not knowing the exact amount of time. Leia missing the outside world and the freedom she had being able to do what she wanted when she wanted. Leia dreaded her outfit. Instead of the innocent appearance of a young girl, Leia only saw an adult woman who had the look of a whore. Instead of the wealthy girl tended to by her own servants, she was reduced to the lowest social rank of them all... slave. Far from the adorable dresses she remembered wearing as a child, her gold bikini left little to the imagination.
Jabba had Leia dressed in a new outfit that his brother wanted Leia to wear for this occasion of a trip.
The Bra was just two small cups that covered her nipples and left her back completely bare like her previous outfit. The small chastity plate still resembled a woman's anatomy and only covered her woman hood leaving her butt completely exposed.
She was also given her Jerba leather boots lined with gold. She was also given two arm bracelets, one for her wrist, the other for her upper arm. Both felt cold against her fair milky skin, and both strapped to her body as soon as they were attached; they would never come off. She was then given beautiful golden earrings, and hair clips, while her hair was done up in a bun with a long braid of her brown hair, held in place with a golden hair fastener, with a few hairs loose in front of her ears to help frame her beautified face. Her neck was also encased her golden collar.
All in all, Leia was appalled. This costume represented everything she hated. Subjugation, slavery, perversity, invasion of privacy, there was nothing about this costume that could make her regard it in a positive way.
She hated the bikini because she wore just a small chastity plate that only covered her woman hood and it resembled a woman's anatomy. Also she hated that it left her back completely bare exposing her ample butt cheeks as now everyone can see them fully exposed.
She hated her top as it was nothing more than two small cups that covered her nipples.
It had been a few hours, Jabba had woken silently lustfully looking at Leia's backside, looking down from her legs working his way up, drooling over the scantily clad Leia, Leia not realizing it that Jabba had waken, focusing outside and her time alone not being bothered.
A hard, painful tug on Leia's chain brought her back from the window with a choked yelp. Leia staggered back, as her front small crescent moon crotch plate moved in between her legs, as everyone saw her exposed body, as she made her run to Jabba, grabbing at the collar and twisting instinctively around to avoid being choked again. She grunted as she almost ran into someone, almost fell forward; she caught herself, took a big leap up onto the throne—
All at once, she straightened and pressed her half nearly-naked body into his, dimpling his belly with knee and pelvis alike, her plait whipping round her bare shoulders to the side of her bosom, the wet squishing sound of pulpy, greasy, slime-dribbled and wine-slippery flesh most repulsively loud as it pressed against her—and she against it.
Jabba loosened his grip on her leash, he gestured her to sit in front of him on the throne. The princess shuffled in her place on the throne, on the pillows provided her by Jabba, sitting in a submissive position, she felt his tail brushing against her naked leg.
Leia found herself yawning. Jabba yanked her chain suddenly, and she fell back against his belly with a grunt. He chuckled and reached down, stroking her bare shoulder, the long, quivering tip of his tail slithering uncomfortably close to her bare legs. Sometime had passed when she was sure Jabba was sound asleep, she'd shuffle away from him on the edge of the throne.
Leia reclined back against the pillows, using her left arm for support while using her shoulder to support her head to sleep, so as to not be totally in his slimy embrace the rest of the trip to their destination.
Leia moved a bit further to the edge of the throne as Jabba's tail continued to bother her; she lay back down in her submissive position with her head on her left shoulder using it for support, and her right hand on her outer thigh. Barley having enough room on the throne, she hated that her gold plate only covered the front part of her vagina, while exposing the rest underneath the plate, in the position she was in didn't help as everyone could see her womanhood and her rear as she slept nearly naked, chained to the neck. Wearing nothing more than her bra cups that covered her nipples that were in the same style as her previous tops, along with her gold crescent moon plate covering the front part of her vagina, exposing the rest that it didn't cover, her Jerba leather boots, her snake armband on her left arm, her bracelet on her right arm, with her gold hair clips holding her bun in place as her long braid dangled across her shoulder flowing down to her navel with a gold fasteners former a pony tail at the end of the braid. Her eyes slowly close as the scantily clad Leia falls asleep once again.
Jabba's tail against her naked leg at it gently caressed her camel toe as it swayed sideways against it. Lying against the pillows that was provided for her, feeling the cold chain against her back, as she slept.
Salacious gazes at her naked backside then slowly goes down her naked back looking at her birthmark on her lower right back, licking his lips, looking at her tight round bubble butt, then finally looks at her luscious legs with her Jerba leather boots covering her feet. Falling back asleep in lust for the princess.
Jabba's pliant belly felt good against her naked back, and the pillows were of the finest silks and velvets, stained though they were in slime, drool, mucus, and various other unmentionable bodily fluids. She was in the lap of luxury, almost literally, for the very tail that so held Crumb's interest was partially curled around Leia and her nest of pillows, providing a nice, moist hollow for the nearly naked human female to recline in.
She lay in front of her master sensually; her body reclined back against the pillows, her left arm used for support, using her shoulder to support her head.
Leia felt a slight jingle on her chain waking her up. Looking back, Jabba still asleep. She then looked at Salacious as he slept. She was a lot more comfortable on the big cushion of the throne and liked it more than the stone dais she and Jabba were usually on. She relished when they were on the big cushion of a throne. She tired ignoring Jabba's tail swaying sideways against her camel toe that was showing from her small gold Chasity plate. She could not escape it as some nights she slept through the night while his tail rubbed against her vagina.
Salacious enjoyed having Leia by his side as he had the better view than everyone else. He gazed at Leia's nearly naked body, looking at her luscious naked legs with her Jerba leather boots on her feet, working his way up to her womanhood, drooling at the site of her exposed womanhood that formed a camel toe due to the coldness with only the gold plate covering a small part of her pubis area of her vagina, that was hairless, as Salacious liked that Jabba had all of Leia's body creamed with a lotion that removed all roots of hair removed, leaving Leia's body smooth and hairless. As Leia breathed slowly, Salacious glances at her tight stomach as it moves up and down slowly while Leia breaths, then finally back at her exposed firm breasts with only the bra cups covering her nipples.
Time had passed. Jabba, his brother and guests had started to begin waking up, as some of them looked at the scantily clad Leia, while she slept. Hearing the noise, she opened her eyes, glancing up, seeing everyone awake. She slowly sat up, being kept on a very short tether, as Jabba kept her chain taut. Bib had brought Jabba a glass to drink. She glanced down at her half-naked body, at the long, thick, green tail that slithered and wiggled sleepily beside her bare thigh, and at the lizard-monkey sitting in the thick, coiled base of that tail. Blushing deeply.
Some time had past. Leia sat there on the cushion of a throne.
Leia tensed as she felt the chain lift from where it was touching the back of her shoulder, tightening in the air; steeling herself against the inevitable yank the Hutt would make upon it, sooner or later, she listened as the chain jingled with Jabba's moving arm. The crowd started their festivities.
Jabba had been talking to one of his guests that he has respect for some time now while Leia sat there in her small space as he sat next to her while he spoke with Jabba.
Jabba began laughing. "Ho-Ho-ho-ho-ho, hah-hah-hah-hah-hyeaaiii." As he did, the guest briefly met Leia's gaze, then moved back up to the Hutt as he stopped laughing.
Jabba began petting her as she continually moved her head to avoid his groping while he also stroked her bare skin with the end of his slug tail.
The guest gazed at Leia's tight stomach as she breathed, watching it go up and down as she breathed. Leia could tell Jabba had gotten drunk as she noticed he got more aggressive towards her when he drank.
Hearing the chain links jingle behind her as they were pulled taut, Leia tensed. Jabba, speaking to the guest, pulling slowly back on the chain. Feeling the collar tighten on the front of her throat, Leia firmed her abdomen and tried to lean away from the Hutt, but her throat began to be crushed; closing her eyes and silently gasping for air, she rocked back towards Jabba just as he mercifully slackened the chain, and straightening, she let her breath out.
Leia moved far away from Jabba as possible to the edge of the throne that would be allowed next to Jabba's tail. Jabba shortened the length of Leia's chain keeping her on a short tether, as her whole right leg lay against Jabba's tail, to get away from the guest. The tip of Jabba's tail sways back and forth against Leia's buttocks.
Salacious next to her looks at her lustfully. Leia makes eye contact with him, giving him a face of embarrassment, She glanced down at her half-naked body, at the long, thick, green tail that slithered and wiggled beside her bare thigh.
Jabba snorted and growled in amusement. The Hutt delivered a quick, hard yank on her chain. She blinked and gagged as she felt herself pitch backwards, but was able to catch herself before the guest had to witness her pathetically falling back upon the Hutt's huge belly. Leia was able to sit upright again. Hutt began laughing, she looked helplessly back up at Jabba as the guest looks at Leia's nearly naked form.
As Jabba and his guest continued talking to each other, Leia looked around as she saw everyone talking while, others looked at her as well, Jabba's brother sat silently. The Max Rebo Band continued to play music as the dancers danced and the signers sang. A servant walked toward Jabba but bumped into a droid dropping the glass as it shattered on the floor in front of the throne. Leia gazed down to see the mess she felt the presence of the collar around her neck as Jabba tugged her back . Putting her hand on Jabba's tail with a grip for support. Suddenly Bib was beside her with one hand on her upper arm , shooting her a surreptitious, assuring glance. Leia sighed. Jabba, for his part, was intoxicated by the power he had just demonstrated to his captive princess. One of the servants began to clean up the mess as Leia watched.
Jabba's tail moved against her butt cheeks, due to its constant moving, as it flowed across on top of the tip of his tail, while she maintained a grip on his tail for support, Leia finished watching the servant clean the mess.
The sound of her laughter infuriated her Hutt master, who yanked angrily on her leash more powerfully than ever. The jolt made the princess fly back against his massive bulk, but Jabba continued to pull on her chain as he shouted with rage. Leia fell into an awkward position against Jabba and began to choke. As Leia gasped and desperately pulled at her collar below him, Jabba's thick tail beat violently into her side, further punishing her for her insubordination. Only when the princess looked up at him with pleading eyes did the Hutt relent his choking grip on her leash.
Certain that he had taught her an important lesson in obedience, Jabba allowed the princess to sit up, but still kept her on a short tether. As Leia breathed air back into her aching lungs, the Hutt began to stroke her hair and shoulder to try to console himself to calm himself down.
Leia had recovered her strength enough to resist Jabba's molestation. As he ran his hand over her shoulder and dangerously close to her chest, she attempted to squirm away, only to be brought back by a firm tug on her leash.
A guest called out to Jabba asking where Leia was, I'm here!" she called out assuringly, only to be silenced by an even firmer pull from Jabba. Leia could tell the guests was massively drunk. In the time he had possessed Princess Leia as his slave, he had already come to understand her personality and strength.
The guests began ranting to Jabba in front of the crowd that was gathered around them.
Leia, seated in front of Jabba and feeling him play with her chain, Jabba licked his lips and pulled on Leia's leash insistently. The princess allowed herself to be pulled back and felt his hand rub up and down her back and then return to stroking her hair. She closed her eyes in abhorrence and then glared back backwards without turning her head.
Jabba sat there as he angerly listened to the guest rant drunkly to him. He gestured to one of his bounty hunters, as she shot the guest right there on the spot with no remorse.
Jabba began laughing. There came another firm yank on the chain. Leia didn't resist this time; she didn't even cry. With a choked gasp, she fell back on Jabba, hearing as well as feeling the fleshy plop of his gelatinous flesh as her bare back landed upon it, her head nestled into a dimple in its upper slope. Leia barely even paid attention as the Hutt's hand fell to her shoulder and began to rub it, the lizard-monkey cackling louder.
Grappa the Hutt was pleased by Jabba that he had dominated a princess. As they both speak to each other. Leia lay on her master's gelatinous flesh, looking at the various guests, talking, drinking, flirting with dancers, and Grappa the Hutt's slave girl. Among others looking at Leia and mocking her in delight.
Jabba gestured to Leia to stand up, and she did so, as she walked to Grappa the Hutt. He looks at her lustfully, while Jabba has a grip on her chain.
Her attention was then focused on the leering Hutt in front of her. She couldn't help but lose herself when staring into those orange reptilian eyes, studying her face and body at every opportunity they could.
He opened his mouth and his slime-coated tongue proceeded to give her cheek yet another horrid lick. Leia still turned her head and scowled in response. For whatever reason, it didn't feel as bad as it did when Jabba did it to her. By absolutely no means was she finding it pleasant, but she did wonder if perhaps her body was just getting used to it.
As Grappa played with her braid, the memory only became vivid. She remembered there had been one servant that spent so much time doing hair, the servant stroked her hair with a brush, only to find another tangle. The bikini she wore was nothing shed ever wear in her life. Grappa placed Leia's long plait back over her shoulder as it dangled on her stomach.
Grappa's finger goes around in circles around Leia's birthmark telling Leia that it's very attractive she has a beauty mark. Leia very uncomfortable with his, looking down in utter, humiliation.
Grappa puts a finger in Leia's tight round navel her finger going in circles inside it, then goes out of the navel going in circles around Leia's belly button. He slowly moves his hand around Leia's stomach working her way up to Leia's firm breasts giving them a little massage, feeling the cold sensation from her small cups on her nipples. Grappa then lifts Leia's chin, looking at Leia's dolled up face.
Grappa, telling Leia, she is a beautiful princess. Leia not understanding exactly what he is saying to her, more or less knows it has something to do with her beauty, as the way he looks at her. Jabba looks at her backside, relishing the view he has of her from behind. Grappa, tells Jabba, he has done good for himself, as he gropes Leia's butt cheeks. Grappa removes Leia's two nipple cups and small chastity plate, leaving her completely naked. He gives them to a servant. Telling Jabba to have her dressed in her outfit.
Grappa gestures to Lyn. Lyn leads Leia along with the captive Princess down stairs one level in the palace. Wartug the Gamorrean followed them as an escort. The three reached a door that opened into a small room with a low sandstone ceiling and square polished stone tiles covering every wall. Several old showerheads extended from the wall on the left. A small control panel and a sealed door were all that distinguished the wall on the right. Directly across from Leia was another larger doorway, also closed. This appeared to be a primitive bathing room of some kind, and surprisingly well-lit compared to the rest of the dark, murky palace.
Lyn walks over to the control panel on the wall and flipped a switch, activating one of the showers in the corner. Unlike the more common showers throughout the galaxy, these sprayed water in high powered streams from the wall down to the floor.
Wartug removed Leia's gold collar, per Melina's request.
With a sharp eye, Lyn watches Leia walk over to the shower. As Lyn could see, the young princess kept a firm and flawless body, her flesh smooth and creamy body from the eyes of Lyn and the Gamorrean. Leia having the perfect, knowing all to well why everyone lusted at Leia.
Reaching out to touch the spraying water, Leia winced from the liquid's unexpected temperature. "It's warm !" she said to herself.
"Grappa does want you to be provided for as you are Jabba's princess", Just clean yourself up. Lyn smiled fiendishly, witnessing the familiar look of helplessness that she had seen in the faces of so many other girls enslaved by Master Jabba. Lyn was thankful that she now held such a privileged position above other harem girls and dancers, and a known opera singer on Tatooine. That was the reward for many years of loyal service to Jabba. Leia took her hot shower, Lyn enjoyed seeing the naked princess. Moments later, Leia had finished, stepping out of the shower.
Lyn dried Leia off; along with her long brown hair that went down to her the end of her back and the meeting point of her butt crack. Lyn began putting her back and in a large bun like before, and braiding her hair in long plait, that dangled over her right shoulder. Lyn grabbed the golden hair fasteners and put them on Leia's large bun, the hair fasteners that resembled a crown like her previous one along with a gold hair fastener, and then Leia was given two golden earrings, with a triangular shape that met at the bottom. Next Lyn applied dark red lipstick on her lips, then grabbing a small tube of mascara, and eyeliner applying both her eyelashes and the top and bottom of her eyelids. Next, Lyn grabbed a small brush and applied some dark blue eye shadow on bother her eyelids. Leia opened her eyes as she looked at herself in the mirror and her reflection. Lyn then applied red blush on her cheeks.
Next, Lyn grabbed two small parts, of what looked like to be two parts that made a gold Brassiere. Both with the same detail as her old top, they were so small they only covered her nipples. Lyn then grabbed two very thin black strings and attached both of them to the tops of the bra fasteners. Commanding Leia to put her hands on her boobs so they don't fall off, Lyn fastened both of them from under the opposite arm of the small brassieres that covered her nipples, creating an X shape across her back; Leia let go, of the top, as Lyn applied the final thin black string in between the separate two pieces that held the brassiere in place.
Lyn then proceeded to put the bottom together. The front and back plates were made of gold like the rest of her outfit with the same engravings as her other one of a uterus and ovaries, and shaped like a small triangular crescent moon shapes. But the plates were a lot smaller than the previous plates as they were both the size of a Leia's small palm. The front plate only covered her vaginal/crotch region, while the back didn't even cover an inch of her butt crack, unless she lowered it a bit, and exposed her tight round bubble butt.
Lyn then attached another part that was the bottom part of the hip fastener, and then attaching the top part of the fastener, which formed an open oval. Lyn then put the newly cleaned Jerba Leather boots that was given to her with her first outfit. Lyn put on her Leia's gold snake armband on her upper left arm, and then put on her bracelet on her right arm. Lyn then grabbed two purple Lashaa silk skirts and attached one underneath the small gold front plate and the back plate. The skirts flowed just above her ankles, with the width of the skirts being the width of an index finger. As the back silk skirt only covered her butt crack leaving the rest of her tight round butt cheeks exposed, as the front silk skirt flowed in between her inner thighs leaving her legs exposed. Leia wore nothing underneath, as it left her vulnerable.
Leia looked at herself in the mirror, it was the same outfit as before she was forced to change inot the outfit Grappa wanted. It didn't conform to her body at all, the top left her hard firm breasts completely exposed, only covering her nipples, and the thin black strings that held the small cups together forming the X shape across her back left her back completely bare, showing off her birthmark on her lower back. The lower pieces of what made the bottom left everything exposed, as the back silk skirt only covered her butt crack, and the front silk skirt ran in between her inner thighs, with two wide-open oval hip fasteners holding them together.
Leaving nothing to the imagination. Lyn suddenly put Leia's gold collar around her neck as it fit tightly around it, and then putting the chain in the loop in the back of the collar.. Leia knew that no matter how she moved the silks would move especially the back silk skirt, as it only the crack of her butt., but she was at least thankful that it wasn't the wretched outfit Grappa her wearing.
Later that day
Jabba laughing at the hysteria going on. Everyone gathered around them as the fought in the center of the small arena Grappa had in his palace. Leia stands next to Jabba on throne in front Jabba. The crime lord having a clear view of her backside, tightens his grip on the chain keeping her on a very short tether and very taut. Lea feels the cold chain run down her upper part of her back. Jabba plays with the tight short tether, it pulls Leia back slightly each time.
Jabba scans Leia's nearly half naked body from head to two looking at her dolled up face, earrings, her bun, and plate dangling over her shoulder as the long plait stopped at her tight round navel, then glancing at her hard firm breasts, with only the two small bra cups that covered her nipples, Jabba gives Leia a slight jerk on her chain, a silent reminder of her place as she glances back at him, then back at the fight.
Jabba looks at her front plate, her snake armband on her left arm and bracelet on her right arm. He then glances at her small front skirt plate that is only covering her crotch and the silk attached at the bottom of it as it flows down her just above her ankles, only in between her inner thighs, showing off her legs, and at the hip fasteners that were made of two separate pieces on each hip to make the open oval exposing her hips. Lastly, Jabba looks at her rear with the back skirt plate the same size at the front just above her ass crack, with the silk skirt the width of index finger only covering her ass crack, then at her Jerba leather boots, then back at her ass licking his lips. Glancing back up at Leia, noticing the expression on her face of fear, jerking on her chain, Leia glances back at Jabba.
The two men had been going at it for some time, suddenly, they both stop, as one of them is on the grown and bloodied, while the other is still standing, and taken away to recover, as the guests exchange credits on the betting money they have won.
A few hours had past since the fight, the crowd had died down, guests, and guards, slowly fell asleep. Grappa led Jabba and Leia to a private guest room up above a few floors up from the audience chamber. Leia walks in front of Jabba and Grappa as he led them to their room. As they pass by some of the rooms, Leia sees some harem girls along the way, as they look back at her.
As Grappa and Jabba pass up a room, Leia notices a guest getting a massage, Leia stops and peers into the room, out of curiosity, longing to have the freedom the guests is having. Leia looks around the room, seeing the different decorations and furniture. Grappa and Jabba stop. Jabba having given Leia a lot of slack on her chain. Jabba and Grappa look at her, Jabba tugs on her chain like a pet, commanding her to come back to her owner. Leia, ignores it the first time, Jabba, yanks on it, causing her to run back to Jabba and Grappa, as they continue to the room Grappa has for them, while she walks in front of Jabba and Grappa.
They reach the room, the corridor opens up. Leia sees why Grappa chose this room for them. It was beyond extravagant, it was as if they had been back to her home. The throne was a round stone dais, with animal skins, pillows, silks. While most of Jabba's entourage arranged themselves around the room. Grappa leaves, as Jabba and Leia walk to the round dais.
Jabba goes onto the throne, moving into his spot, as he pulls on Leia's chain commanding her to sit in front of him. Leia walks onto the stone dais, as Jabba looks at her lustfully as she slowly sits down positioning herself in front of Jabba in the small space provided for her. Sitting on the far edge in her regal position of the dais, situating herself on the animal skins, and pillows. Leia adjusts her front silk skirt as it drapes over her left ankle, Jabba's tail rubs against Leia's naked leg, her rear silk skirt lies across behind her exposing her bubble butt.
Leia reclined back against the pillows, using her left arm for support while using her shoulder to support her head to sleep. Leia, she rested her head on her shoulder looking around the room as Jabba's entourage fell asleep. Jabba gave a quick yank on her chain, her outstretched hands stopped her from falling against Jabba. Looking back at Jabba with annoyance he was slowly falling asleep, it had only been a reflex, one that she has dealt with during her nights. Seeing her chain, Jabba kept the chain very taut and on a short tether.
As Leia lay on the throne, her naked leg slightly hangs off the edge of the dais. Jabba's tail sways sideways caressing her naked leg. She looks around the room looking at the various creatures in the room, as they slept. She, looks at one of the men sleeping with a dancer. She notices that one of his hands on one of her breasts as she both sleep. Then glances at one of the guards, sleeping against a pillow, holding his vibro axe. This was her life, a slave, surrounded by grotesque creatures, mockery, lechery, and derogation.
She looked at Salacious as he was sleeping, then at her nearly naked body reflecting on her life as Jabba's slave girl. Having been a princess reduced to a sex slave. Leia was only given her slave outfit which left the slave princess no modesty. It left her completely exposed for everyone to see. Having a collar around her neck made out of gold like the rest of her outfit to show her status as a princess to everyone. She was only provided the clothes given to her by Jabba, the collar around her neck, small top that covered her nipples on her breasts, her gold plates, the Lashaa silk, her boots, arm and wrist bracelet, the small space provided for her on the dais, and her pillows to lay on. Which, made Leia vulnerable as she wore nothing underneath the skirt plates with the Lasha silk hanging from them made her self-conscious for fear of exposing her most sacred body parts, and so he could easily grope her or penetrate her with his tail.
He forced Leia to go pantie less which is something she despised, removing any possibility of privacy or comfort while she wore them. It showed her off as a tease to the men in the crowd as they could see she was wearing nothing underneath her costume, but could not touch her without Jabba's permission. The sensation of bareness was overwhelming to the young, conservative princess.
Seeing as Jabba captured her against her own free will. Reduced to the lowest life form of them all a...slave and was forced to be a half-naked slave chained to the neck. Sexuality was a "core feature" for slaves that were owned by Jabba especially for Leia, as she was a princess and taken full advantage of her status, and beauty. She is his property and chose to use her as a sex slave, and nothing more. Her sexuality is closely controlled as she was given nothing more that her skimpy slave girl outfit and made to look like a slut. As a slave girl she was not allowed anything except for what Jabba provided to Leia.
Leia moved at the edge of the throne as far away from Jabba as possible that the chain would allow. She adjusted the rear skirt covering her ass crack, then placing it underneath her body letting the skirt drape down the throne. She reached for her front skirt, and gathered some of the fabric and scrunched it together to cover some of her front, and let some of her front silk skirt drape over her ankle, as it draped in front of the throne. Adjusting some of the pillows, placing a few underneath her butt and other underneath her leg that was slightly off the dais. Adjusting them to how she usually has them on Jabba's dais.
Leia didn't know what time it was but, but she couldn't sleep, and knew she had to get some sleep. Leia reclined back against the pillows, using her left arm for support while using her shoulder to support her head. Her braid lay on her tight stomach as the tip of it touched her navel.
She looked at Salacious once more as he slept, as she was thankful this was the night he decided not to bother her. As he would bother her at night, and not let her sleep. Leia felt her chain jingle against her back. She glanced at Jabba who was still asleep. She still was not used to this, of Jabba yanking, pulling, or playing with the chain at night while he was asleep, but she knew it was a reflex.
Leia missed the outside world and the freedom she had. She dreaded her outfit. Instead of the innocent appearance of a young girl, Leia only saw an adult woman who had the look of a slut or prostitute. Instead of the wealthy girl tended to by her own servants, she was reduced to the lowest social rank of them all... slave. Far from the adorable dresses she remembered wearing as a child, her gold bikini left nothing to the imagination.
Despite not having much to cover her scantily clad body, Leia was still not used to cold, and it proved most uncomfortable. It was hard to believe that she could be cold on Tattooine, but the Hutt's palaces were built to protect its inhabititants from the extreme temperatures outside.
She thought about actually wearing some nice clothes that covered her and would suffice nicely loosely wrapped to allow ventilation during the day, while layered to keep out the night's chill, and keep her body heat in. But no, that was all gone. And what she was being forced to wear as a replacement did absolutely nothing to warm her. She lay against the pillows on the cold stone dais of Jabba's throne.
The desert winds howling against the palace walls only seemed to help intensify Jabba's brutish snores and the wheezing breathing of the room's sleeping occupants. Her eyes scanned through the darkness, over the heaps of alien, human, and humanoid bodies that blanketed the dirt-packed floor. The Gammorean guards were asleep as well, all crouched up against the walls, their vibro-axes stuck in their folded arms, thick drool dribbling from their slack mouths.
The gold-plated bra and small crescent moon chastity plates weren't even lined, causing her most sensitive areas to numb. The metal collar bound around her slim neck wasn't helping matters much, either. But it was the damp, disgusting feel of Jabba the Hutt's tail against her naked leg that iced Leia down to her core. She couldn't even count on his body heat to warm her, for he had none. Jabba was a cold-blooded creature, literally as well as figuratively, and his temperature dropped to the same level as the dank courtroom. She felt like she was resting her bones in a swamp. Her body had tighten up at nights due to the coldness, her nipples underneath the small bra cups covering her nipples hardness, her butt cheeks clench together, and her vagina formed a camel toe, although for Leia it was always like that after she became Jabba's slave as he forbade her from wearing anything underneath, both to make her easy to control since her lack of underwear would make her self-conscious for fear of exposing her most sacred body parts, and so he could easily grope her or penetrate her. Leia felt even more vulnerable, since her lack of panties made her very self-conscious, and as such went to greater lengths to control her. It removed any possibility of privacy or comfort while she wore her outfit . It only showed her off as tease the men in the crowd as they could see she was wearing nothing underneath her costume.
Leia rested her head on her shoulder, as her eyes slowly closed, the scantily clad Leia fell asleep.
Next Day
A couple hours had past, it had been very early in the morning, but still dark, Jabba had woken, still a bit tired with Leia still fast asleep. Looking down at the nearly naked Leia. Smiling that his slave princess was sound asleep gazing down at her outfit.
Jabba watched as Leia adjusted herself turning her upper body facedown on the pillows sleeping on her stomach in the freefall sleeping position with her arms raised around her pillows while her lower body lay on the rest of the space provided for her. She put her head on a pillow with her head to the side facing in out to the audience's direction, Jabba slackened the chain a bit feeling the cold loose chain on her naked back.
Jabba gazed at his nearly naked slave as he looked at one of her legs lay against his coiled tale while the other her leg raised to her hip slightly as it dangled freely, enjoying the view of her luscious legs. He slowly raised his gaze to her buttocks as the rear silk flowed in between her legs as it only covered her butt crack licking his lips, as he loosened his grip on her chain causing more of the cold chain to run against her naked back, Leia shivers a bit from the coldness of the chain.
He gazes at her naked back and licks his lips as he gazes at her birthmark, working his way up going back the tiny black strings that created an X shape on her back as he could barley see them due to their thinness, then he sees Leia's dolled up face giving her a smile, as her long braid flowed down her shoulder and onto the pillows.
Salacious glancing at the nearly naked Leia as she sleeps, looking at her naked leg as it slightly hangs off the edge of the dais wearing her Jerba leather boats, slowly scanning upwards at her back, licking his lips as he looks at her birth mark on her lower right back as Jabba's tail sways sideways caressing her naked leg. Salacious grabs her rear silk lifting it up as Leia is soundly asleep, takes a peek at her exposed vagina that is shaped in the form of a camel toe due to the coldness causing it to tighten up. Salacious licks his lips as he enjoys what he sees. Looking at Jabba he knows he's not allowed to touch Leia. He lays down her rear silk, letting it flow down her rear covering her butt crack.
Salacious scans her nearly naked body as she sleeps. Leia's chain rattles a bit as she sleeps silently. Jabba gestured to Salacious to go back to his place on the dais.
Morning
Leia sound asleep, Jabba had woken, gazing at Leia as she slept, licking his lips, YANK! Jabba tugged the chain very hard, and with a choked cry, Leia fell back on his fleshy belly. Her front silk skirt is comes off her ankle, and drapes down the dais. Everyone has a clear view of her exposed buttocks as she is reclined back, with only the front silk skirt covering her crotch, Leia struggles as her feet are firmly planted on the throne and her knees up in the air, her left leg scraps the surface of the throne, as Jabba's tail thrashes against it, while her right leg is planted firmly in place but her knee up in the air as everyone cheers gleefully. Grabbing the collar and shaking her head, Leia fought against her cruel captor, but Jabba was too strong for her, and kept her struggling upon his belly.
Leia struggled as Jabba choked her in excitement, moments later he slackened the chain enough for Leia to push herself upright, coughing and gagging.
Jabba gave a warning tug to the chain, and Leia tensed. "Worry not, my princess," he said with playful cruelty, "I enjoy your company my beautiful princess..."
As some of the men look at Leia, laugh at her as Jabba caresses her back comforting her. Leia's skin crawling at the thought: regardless of her value to the Hutt as his slave girl, she was being treated as something of a trophy to him Just a source of entertainment and affection, a companion for his whims-no more, and no less. For a moment, she almost felt sorry for it.
One of Grappa's messengers arrives, approaches Jabba, as he looks at Leia. "Your brother is attending a local pod race and wishes you to be with him in a few minutes" Jabba, replies, "I will be there in a few" The messenger stands there distracted by Leia's beauty. Bib commands him to leave.
The chain was tugged; she closed her eyes and rocked back, but it was just a passing yank, and she glared out of the corner of her eye as she leaned forward.
Jabba slackened her chain just a tad as Leia stood on the round dais. He slithered his way onto the floor. He pulls on Leia's chain commanding her to stand in front of him, Leia steps onto the floor, her rear silk flutters in the air for a second.
They were both escorted into a through the building, the shade engulfing them. Following their chaperon, who remained respectfully quiet during the short walk. During the walk, Jabba kept Leia's chain very taut as she could feel his hand against her naked back, and the tightness of the chain. While she stared at the grand building It was made of smooth stone with intricate designs carved in each doorway, curtains accentuating the seemingly more important rooms.
As they pass through, Leia sees a strange creature passing by; Leia leans forward and turns her head continuing to look at it as it passes them, Jabba looks down at Leia licking his lips as he slowly pulls on Leia's chain back into position in front of him . Jabba moves the chain to his left hand, gazes down at Leia's birthmark and starts caressing her lower right back, giving it a slight tug pulling her back, with annoyance Leia struggles to keep her composure as he has her chain pulled back while caressing her lower right back. Bib and the others laugh at her humiliation as she is groped by Jabba.
Jabba's hand slowly works its way up to Leia's shoulder, caressing it aggressively; Leia struggles as she tries avoiding Jabba's hand as it caresses her shoulder. The more she fights it the more he aggressively caressing her naked shoulder.
They arrive on the room where Grappa is hosting the local pod race event, Jabba notices Grappa with some slave girls surrounding him. Both Jabba and Leia head to the balcony. Leia in front of Jabba, as he has a clear view of her backside, keeping her on a very short tether, feeling the cold chain run down her naked back.
Leia stands in front of Jabba and with her arms at her side, as she felt the cold breeze of the Tatooine air against her nearly half naked body. Her rear skirt fluttered to the side due to the breeze, exposing her already exposed butt cheeks. Jabba looked at Leia with great pleasure. While she looked down at the racetrack below, where pods were roaring and ready to be raced. Excited cries from the audience echoed throughout the arena.
Jabba, " My princess is still a bit shy" laughing at her in mockery. Grappa, "well you have done a magnificent job with her." Jabba and the Grappa talk as Leia glances up looking around her surrounding. Longing for freedom, but she was chained, nearly naked and a slave to Jabba. As Jabba and his brother are speaking with each other.
Leia notices that a show is about to start from down below. An opera singer is going to do a performance. Jabba commands her to watch the opera show. Leia puts her right hand upward on the round pillar to have something to hold onto. Leia sees the opera going in full swing. Leia feels her collar tighten, allowing her to go so far to see the performance.
Jabba looks at his scantily clad slave princess, very much enjoying the view of her nearly naked body, he glances down at her Jerba leather boots, then slowly works his way up enjoying her naked legs, and her tight round butt cheeks, liking mouth in lust. Slowly, goes up looking at her birthmark on her lower right back. Jabba pulls on Leia's chain, she glances back at him with annoyance, wanting to watch the opera.
Leia watches the performance. Leia, feeling the collar pressing against her neck as she looks out. Leia smiles as the opera continues. Leia trying to ignore the slight tugs on her chain. Trying to enjoy the opera. Leia grabs the collar with her left hand hoping it will help with the pressure against her neck. Leia looks back at Jabba. Turning back to watch the opera Leia puts her hand that's in the collar by her side, while her other hand grips the pillar for support.
Leia feeling a bit cold her breasts firm. Her buttocks clenched together. Jabba gazing at his scantily glad Leia's back. Leia looking down at the performance, actually enjoying it, and thankful she is wearing something this time and not naked like the last time she saw the performance. Leia relaxed and enjoying the opera show, thankful Jabba was not tugging on her chain, she began to remember reflect on her early years back on Alderaan going to see an opera with her parents and the joy it was to see them and what happy memories it brought her remembering her family, which put a smile on her face, but then she came to realize, that in her current state she didn't quite enjoy as much as she used to.
The opera show ends. Jabba gestures to Leia to stand in front of him, as she moves away from the pillar. The announcers present Grappa and Jabba to the crowed. Everyone cheers in excitement, as they looked at in general direction on the balcony were Jabba and Leia were at, along with Grappa and his slave girls. Leia embarrassed that everyone can see her dressed in a skimpy slave outfit looking down at first, but as Grappa announces for the race to begin Leia raises her head up trying not to show her embarrassment. She tries to ignore the men and women crude catcalls they'd shouted as they saw the scantily clad Leia and her stark nudity.
As the racers began to rev their engines, and the excitement from the crowd increased, they looked up as they saw Leia. Jabba looks at Leia, with a smirk on his face. Leia knowing full well that she was being shown off. Keeping her chain taut. After a delayed moment, Grappa makes the announcement for the race to begin, and the racers sped off. Leia watches the pods fly out of sight before a screen projecting the pods was the only thing she could watch.
Leia looks at Jabba, Leia in skin proximity of Jabba. He plays with her chain, wiggling it as it moved around her naked back. Leia glances at Jabba then back at the hologram showing the pod race. Jabba and Grappa speaking in Huteese " see my princess everyone loves you", as Jabba puts one hand on her shoulder fondling it.
Jabba's tongue hangs out of his mouth as he panted with excitement, his other hand beginning to explore her as well. Leia forced her eyes shut and allowed him to aggressively grope her body, praying for a distraction. More than half the crowd was looking in the direction of the balcony, pointing at Leia as she was being groped by Jabba, laughing at her. It wasn't until the roars of engines echoed through the arena again that Jabba directed his attention back to the race. He released her and watched the racers fly by, nodding his head in approval. He grunted suddenly, directing his attention back to Leia. At this, she forced herself to look at him, though the confusion on her face was apparent. Jabba found himself nodding again tightening his grip on her chain.
She felt a tug on her chain and looked back at Jabba again, a new pod appearing out of the corner of her eye onscreen. Jabba laughed. Leia wanted to watch the race but Jabba was not allowing it. Jabba had gotten aggressive the more he drank, as it bothered Leia because she had to put up with his lechery.
A slave girl on the edge of the balcony, looks at Leia, smiling at her. Grappa and Jabba conversing with each other. Grappa to Jabba," I have heard from some of your men that Leia is very young and in your early 20's," Leia hears her named mentions and looks at Grappa , as she feels her collar pulled back slightly. Grappa guesses her age telling she must be 23 as Jabba nods with a yes. Grappa gives her a devilish smirk. I have to say Jabba you have a nice taste in fashion. That outfit fits the princess perfectly; as it is an outfit fit for royalty it shows her magnificent beauty.
Leia felt a slight tug on her collar, glaring back at Jabba as he continues to talk to his brother. Grappa puts his hand on her upper back, he slowly caresses it going from right to left passing through the very thin floss black strings that formed an X shape across her back. Slowly working down to her lower back, Grappa then circles around her birthmark a few times. Leia looks at the Jabba and Grappa the Hutt with a face of powerlessness.
Grappa then proceeds to touch Leia's buttocks, as they clench together due to the warmth of his hands, he gropes them gently, not having to worry about the rear silk skirt as it only covered her butt crack.
His tail slowly moves to her smooth naked leg till he reaches her Jerba leather boot as he touches the texture of the gold around the boot then slowly moved back up, he puts his hand inside the small plate touching her tight vagina, as it formed a camel toe. He then moves his hand feelings Leia's hips as the fasteners exposed her flanks.
Grappa notices Leia is uncomfortable, but he would not loose this chance in touching royalty. Slowly proceeds to her stomach caressing it and with a finger goes up and down the vertical line as her stomach goes up and down due to her breathing. And goes around her tight navel a few times, then puts the finger in it feeling the inside of it. He moves up to her firm breasts and gives them a little message. Then plays a bit with her long plait for a few seconds before letting it hang back down on her stomach.
She felt a tug on her chain and looked back at Jabba again, a new pod appearing out of the corner of her eye onscreen. Jabba laughed. Leia wanted to watch the race but Jabba was not allowing it. Jabba had gotten aggressive the more he drank, as it bothered Leia because she had to put up with his lechery.
Some time had passed and Jabba and Grappa had been sleeping. There was one lap left in the race. Leia watching the race through the holograms. Jabba with the chain in his right hand keeping Leia on very short tether. Leia could hear Jabba's men and guests inside as they cheered and enjoying the entertainment and slaves. Leia was glad they both fell asleep, as it was good not to be taken advantage by both of them for a time. But the outfit was not helping; Leia was a bit chili due to the breeze, as at time she felt warm then cold, because the breeze would pass by every now and again. Leia felt a tug as she looked back, Jabba was still asleep, just one of his reflexes.
Everyone started cheering as the first pod racer was coming in to the finish line. Leia looked out seeing the pod racer from a far as it came in racing through the finish line. The crowd went crazy, cheering and screaming. The racer came out of his racing pod, as his team and supporters came in surrounding him, carrying him. Leia envied their freedom, having the freedom to do and say what she pleases, instead since her capture and was not allowed to speak, if she did Jabba silenced her, and forced into a life of slavery.
Grappa had woken up, seeing Jabba asleep wakes him up, as he awoke abruptly Leia felt some slight jerks on her chain as he woke up. Bib walks up to Jabba turned to Jabba telling him that he and his brother have a meeting soon. Jabba gestures Bib telling him okay, and looks at Leia as she is still watching everyone down at the track. Most of them look up trying to get a view of the scantily clad Leia. Jabba and his brother go inside, letting Leia see what was going on. Jabba and his brother had been talking to his guests there were there.
Minutes had past and the stadium was clearing up, with barley anyone to see. Jabba yanks on Leia's chain, as she looks back at him then back with annoyance then back at the few people left on the track. Everyone inside laughs at Leia, mocking her. Moments later Jabba pulls on the chain again, with all his force, propelling her body backward, causing her to gag on the collar. Leia runs towards Jabba as she is stopped short of running right into Jabba, throwing her hands out to halt her progress but lands, straight into Jabba, as everyone looks at the scantily clad Leia. Jabba in Huteese telling her he has a meeting in a few minutes, as the other guests would like to meet her.
As Jabba, his brother and guests are led to the meeting room in the palace, Leia can over hear their conversations, as their attention is on her. Leia can feel the chain tight and taut, with no slack, as he jerks with the chain. Walking in front of Jabba and Grappa, they both speak to each other. Leia feels Jabba's hand on her shoulder as he caresses it, while he speaks to his brother. Grappa looks at the nearly naked Leia as him and Jabba speak to each other.
The Meeting
They arrive at the meeting room, as the guests and henchmen scatter around to witness the meeting. Jabba and his brother both goes onto the stone dais, both moving into their spots on the big throne that can fit more than one Hutt, Jabba pulls on Leia's chain commanding her to sit in front of him. Leia walks to her master, as Jabba looks at her lustfully as she slowly sits down positioning herself in front of Jabba in the small space provided for her. Sitting on the far edge in her regal position of the stone dais Leia adjusts her front silk skirt as it drapes over her left ankle, Jabba's tail rubs against Leia's naked leg, her rear silk skirt lies across behind her exposing her bubble butt. Grappa has several slave girls by his side, sitting around him, Jabba, and Leia.
Bib Fortuna brings in the bounty hunter. Leia looks down avoiding eye contact. The bounty hunter introduces himself to everyone as they looks at the dancers next to him. The bounty hunter speaks to Jabba and his brother Grappa, " Jabba and Grappa I have the prisoners you have request" as he looks at the nearly naked Leia. Jabba looks at the princess next to the bounty hunter. Jabba plays with Leia's chain as it dangles across her naked back. Leia raises her head glancing at the bounty hunter and the prisoners standing next to him. Jabba speaks in Hutese " I will pay for them with the given price we agreed to" The bounty hunter responds, "Of course Jabba". The bounty hunter smirks at Leia, "Jabba I see this is the famous Leia you made into your slave" Jabba, " My princess is still learning her place, and she is slowly getting to appreciate me" The bounty hunter, "She is a beauty", Grappa responds, "she is one of a kind bounty hunter," Jabba, "Of course she is, she's a princess and deserves to wear attire fit for a princess." Leia looks at the bounty hunter as the prisoners next to him stand silent. Jabba speaks, " She is a feisty princess".
The bounty hunter looks at Leia as Jabba pulls on her chain causing her body to tighten, she cranes her neck, closes her eyes in pain as Jabba continues pulling her chain. Her butt cheeks clench tight together, her stomach tightens. Jabba licks his lips as everyone looks at Leia. The prisoners next to the bounty hunter with a face of sympathy for Leia. Jabba Loosens his grip on her chain, as her body loosens and sets back in her regal position. Leia looks back down, not wanting to have eye contact at the bounty hunter.
Jabba, " My princess is still a bit shy" laughing at her in mockery, as everyone else joins in on the laughter. The bounty hunter, "well you have done a magnificent job with her Jabba." Leia glances outside as the sun slowly sets; having not realized the day had gone by so fast. Jabba, his brother, and the bounty talk to each other as Leia glances up looking around the room. Longing for freedom, but she was chained, nearly naked and a slave to Jabba. As Jabba, Grappa and the bounty hunter were speaking with each other. Suddenly, Jabba yanks on Leia's chain causing her to fall back. Leia looks at the bounty hunter slightly tilting her head telling him what she has to deal with, with a face of annoyance on her face. Leia sits back up. Now keeping eye contact on the bounty hunter. Grappa commands Bib to lead the prisoners to the dungeons to get them ready for there execution later tonight.
Some time had gone by Jabba, and everyone else still in the meeting room. Jabba talking to some of his men and the bounty hunter. Leia stands next to the opening arch ways gazing outside, with only the chain letting her go as far as it would allow. Her right hand up above her with a tight grip. A handful of men had gathered within close proximity of her, standing around her, and beside her. The men surrounding her and some women shouting out crude catcalls towards Leia, as many of the men stare at her lustfully, while some of them passed her groping her from behind.
Moments later, the bounty hunter walks up next to Leia as she gazed out in the vast desert, while the sun slowly set. Leia glances at the bounty hunter as he stares at her. He starts speaking to her, telling Leia how beautiful she is, as he licks his lips gazing at her nearly naked form. He looks at her dolled up face, and large bun and her long braid hanging over her shoulder, her firm breasts, with the two cups covering her nipples, then gazes down at her tight fit stomach. Glancing at her small gold skirt plate, following the small Lashaa silk running in between her legs as he looks at her naked legs finally ending at her Jerba leather boots.
The bounty speaks to Leia, " You are very young my princess Jabba told me you are in your early 23," Leia looks at him, as she feels her collar pulled back slightly. Leia not allowed to say anything nods her head with a yes. The bounty hunter gives her a devilish smirk. I have to say Jabba has a nice taste fashion. That outfit fits you perfectly princess; as it is an outfit fit for royalty it shows your magnificent beauty. Leia thinks deeply about his comment, and reflects about her situation and status as Jabba's slave.
From the moment Jabba saw her after rescuing Han. He saw her as nothing more than a sex object. It had been so long since the capture and much had happened. Jabba only valued Leia for her beauty and status as a princess, but had brought her down to the lowest life form, a…slave, because as a slave she was of value to say, but to display her beauty. He forced her to expose her sexuality with no choice given to her. What bothered the most was that Jabba had Lynn specifically made for her to accentuate her feminine figure, as it aroused and excited him. It was designed to be as revealing as possible, removing any possibility of major bodily coverage leaving little to no imagination.
Moreover, she did not like that she was not allowed to speak, as she was meant to be seen and not speak. She also did not like that she had no privacy whatsoever. She was dressed in such a skimpy outfit she was exposed for all to see. Jabba always kept her very close to him, only going as far as the chain would allow. She was watched by everyone ranging from the guards, patrons, and Jabba himself, the utter void of privacy while on a leash was humiliating to her as the audience constantly mocked and jeered at her. She didn't have the freedom she had when she was free.
Leia felt a slight tug on her collar, glaring back at Jabba as he continues to talk to his goons, and brother. Leia glances at the bounty hunter, then at the floor. The bounty hunter puts his hand on her upper back, he slowly caresses it going from right to left passing through the very thin floss black strings that formed an X shape across her back. Slowly working down to her lower back, Leia could see he was hard. The bounty hunter then circles around her birthmark a few times. Leia looks at him with a face of humiliation.
The bounty hunter then proceeds to touch Leia's buttocks, as they clench together due to the warmth of his hands, he gropes them gently, not having to worry about the rear silk skirt as it only covered her butt crack.. He slowly moves down her smooth naked leg till he reached her Jerba leather boot as he touches the texture of the gold around the boot then slowly moves back up, he puts his hand inside the small plate touching her tight vagina, as it formed a camel toe. He then moves his hand feelings Leia's hips as the fasteners exposed her flanks. The smuggler notices Leia is uncomfortable, but he would not loose this chance in touching a royal slave princess. Slowly proceeds to her stomach caressing it and with a finger goes up and down the vertical line as her stomach goes up and down due to her breathing. And goes around her tight navel a few times, then puts the finger in it feeling the inside of it. He moves up to her firm breasts and gives them a little message. Then played a bit with her long plait for a few seconds before letting it hang back down on her stomach.
The bounty hunter now finally finished violating Leia, tilts her chin up telling her it was a pleasure meeting her. Leia utterly humiliated from the bounty hunter violating her like some of the men have done to her. But she noticed that Jabba only let very few people grope her or only having Jabba touch her.
Leia is left alone by the bounty hunter as him and a handful of men stand around the scantily clad Leia. Leia sees the sun finally set seeing the two Tattooine moons in the distance. Trying to ignore the crude catcalls. Bib approaches Jabba telling him its time for the event in the main event room. Jabba turns looking at Leia's backside, licking his lips. Yanks on her chain causing her gag, as she stumbles a little running to run to Jabba, her rear silk skirt flutters in the air, the men all look at her already exposed rear as she runs to her master leaping over Jabba's tail. Running into Jabba's stomach. Leia looks directly at Jabba as they both make eye contact. Jabba puts his hand on her elbow pushing her closer to him, but Leia still not close enough to the proximity of Jabba's liking, Leia suddenly feels as hand go underneath her small rear skirt plate as her rear silk skirt goes over the hand exposing her bubble butt, pushing her skin to skin touching Jabba's belly, her butt cheeks clench together as she is pushed her closer to Jabba, he speaks to her in Huteese, she looks at him, then back down in humiliation looking at the hand touching her rear, Jabba's brother smiles in pleasure, then looking back up at Jabba.
Jabba finishes speaking to Leia, as he commands everyone to leave the room and head down to the main audience room. Jabba looks at his brother and gestures the bounty hunter to go with the rest of the crowd. Grappa removes his hand from underneath Leia's rear skirt plate, giving one ass cheek a light squeeze before he leaves.
Two guards bring in a hoversled, Jabba slithers his way onto the hover sled. Positioning himself in his spot, there is a small spot left for Leia in front of him as like on the throne Jabba occupied most of the space only leaving her a small spot on the throne. He commands one of his men to get a small hover chair for her to set on, as the man gets it, he pulls on Leia's chain commanding her to stand in front of him, Leia steps onto the hover sled, her rear silk flutters in the air for a second.
Jabba tells Leia in Hutesse that she will be sitting on a small hover chair. One of his men brings the hover chair placing it in the small spot in front of Jabba. Jabba with a gesture commands her to sit on the hover chair. Leia looks at it, as it was small, flat and round. As Leia sits down on the hover chair the rear silk skirt drapes on the backside of the hover chair, feeling the coldness from the steel of the chair against her vagina, and butt, her front skirt drapes in between her inner thighs. Grappa and Jabba's men and guests stand behind Jabba, and Grappa.
As Jabba, Grappa and the guests are led to the audience room in the palace, Leia can over hear their conversations, as their attention is on her. Leia feels the chain tight and taut, with no slack, as he jerks with the chain.
As they pass through, Leia sees many creatures, droids and two guards with the prisoners on hand, going the opposite direction; Leia leans forward and turns her head continuing to look at them they all pass them, Jabba looks down at Leia licking his lips as he slowly pulls on Leia's chain pulling her back up as she sits back up. Jabba moves the chain to his left hand, gazes down at Leia's birthmark and starts caressing her lower right back, Leia shivers as she feels Jabba's cold hand against her naked back, giving it a slight tug pulling her back, with annoyance Leia struggles to keep her composure as he has her chain pulled back while caressing her lower right back. Bib and the others laugh at her humiliation as she is groped by Jabba. Grappa is taking great pleasure in seeing his brother take advantage of the princess.
Leia looks at Jabba with a face of frustration. Jabba jerks on her chain causing Leia to gag a little, she gives in letting Jabba have his way. Leia sits in her regal position in front of her mater, on her small hover chair, as he keeps her on a very short tether, and the chain taut.
Jabba still stroking Leia's back he pulls on her chain causing her to move closer to him as her naked back touches his belly, Leia struggles as he strokes her back, she has one hand gripping Jabba's arm. He puts his hand over her shoulder caressing it as she is pulled back, moving his hand to her right boob giving it a massage and gently squeezing it. Leia feels her small breast plate pressing against her boob as Jabba squeezes and massage it.
Jabba with excitement yanks on her chain causing her to fall back against his belly with a grunt. Leia relaxed her arm on her stomach, while the other lay on her side on the hover chair. He chuckled and reached down, stroking her bare shoulder. Leia could feel the cold chain running against her cheek.
Leia lies against her master as he strokes her shoulder, looking down at his scantily clad princess, licking his lips, he looks down at her figure. He continues to stroke her shoulder. The hoversled gets to an elevator and enters it. Jabba continues to grope and stroke Leia's shoulder. Leia looks at the two guards standing next to the hoversled. As Grappa and the others took other elevators, and were probably at the event already.
Jabba slackens her chain as the elevator reaches its destination. He gestures Leia to sit up. Leia slowly sits up, adjusting herself. She moves her hover chair to the edge of Jabba's hoversled, sitting in her regal position in front of Jabba. Jabba tightens his grip on her chain keeping her on a short tether and taut.
Sometime later…
Loud and lively music could be heard from within the confines of the gala room, its hull vibrating with the bass of the tune and the excitement could be felt from its tempo, plus the various alien noises of happiness and enjoyment coming from its many occupants helped to indicate it was a rather pleasant.
As the band happily created the rhythmic tunes for their audience to enjoy in the passing time, the droid's dutifully served food and drinks to Grappa and Jabba's guests. The guests were enjoying themselves engaging in virulent conversation and taking in the delicious food and drinks served to them. It seemed everybody there was happy.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Every single person was enjoying the party and the extravaganza, all except for one singular individual: Princess Leia, who was dressed skimpily in her golden bikini, still chained to her Hutt Master, enslaved to Jabba.
Leia now sitting at the very edge of the hoversled only going as far as her chain allows it. The cold Tattooine night and the steel of the hoverseld did not help Leia, as she was cold, but did her best to hide it.
An announcement was made over the palace's intercom. The main event is about to commence. Suddenly a the floor started to open up, revealing a small pit, Leia noticed that the two prisoners were there. Leia noticed they had weapons on hand. She knew it wasn't good. Grappa, looking at Leia with a microphone, " I hope you all are doing good, and having a great time, tonight for our main event we have two rebels that are going to fight to the death, who ever wins, lives and will face our executioner for the last fight." They both see Leia, as Jabba's hoversled moves closer for a better view. Grappa. "Let the fight begin."
Jabba commands Leia to stand next to him, as Salacious has a good view of Leia's womanhood and her buttcheeks.
Suddenly a fight began to break out, Leia quickly turns around, as Jabba began to laugh at the hysteria going on. Everyone gathered around them as they fought in the center of the pit. Leia stands next to Jabba, as her his bulbous stomach touches her skin. The crime lord having a clear view of her backside, tightens his grip on the chain keeping her on a very short tether and very taut. Leia feels the cold chain run down her back. Jabba plays with the tight short tether, it pulls Leia back slightly each time.
Jabba scans Leia's nearly half naked body from head to two looking at her dolled up face, earrings, her bun, and plate dangling over her shoulder as the long plait stopped at her tight round navel, then glancing at her hard firm breasts, with only the two small bra cups that covering her nipples, Jabba gives Leia a slight jerk on her chain, a silent reminder of her place as she glances back at him, then back at the fight. Jabba looks at her front plate her snake armband on her left arm and bracelet on her right arm. He then glances at her small front skirt plate that is only covering her crotch and the silk attached at the bottom of it as it flows down her just above her ankles, only in between her inner thighs, showing off her legs, and at the hip fasterners that were made of two separate pieces on each hip to make the open oval exposing her hips. Lastly, Jabba looks at her rear with the back skirt plate the same size at the front just above her ass crack, with the silk skirt the width of index finger only covering her ass crack, then at her Jerba leather boots, then back at her ass licking his lips. Glancing back up at Leia, noticing the expression on her face of fear, jerking on her chain, Leia glances back at Jabba in despair.
Leia holding in her pain and in shock aguishly knowing that no matter what this is the way Jabba lives and she is a slave to him and has accepted the fact that she is Jabba's slave as long as she lives, and in a twisted way be safe from the any harm remaining with Jabba.
Jabba noticing the distraught princess, pulls on her chain, to get her attention, but Leia ignores it, looking back down at the fight occurring in front of her, Jabba jerks on it this time. Leia turns to face him. Jabba turns to her to the scantily clad Leia. Jabba with a face of confidence moves his hand caressing her naked back, comforting Leia. Jabba and the rest of the guests continue to laugh as the fight goes on with the drink in his hand. Leia glances at him, as she is standing next to him, feeling the side of his stomach against the side of her lower body, while his tail swayed against her Jerba leather boot.
Even though Leia was next to him in skin contact, Jabba had her chain taut; Leia could feel Jabba's hand holding the chain against her rear. The fight continued on. Leia's heart racing hoping no one dies, as this is what it seemed like a fight to the death. Jabba continued laughing at the whole situation. Leia could over hear some of Jabba's men and Grappa's guests placing wagers on who is going to win. Leia licks her lips in anxiousness as to what was going to happen. Jabba drinks from his goblet. Leia can feel Jabba's hand that was against her rear now stroking her buttocks, causing them to clench together, due to the coldness of the chain that is inside Jabba's hand, as he strokes her butt cheeks.
Leia keeping her composure as Jabba strokes her buttocks, and knowing Jabba most likely not paying attention to the fight. Both the rebels still going at it, beating each other a pulp. Jabba looking at his scantily clad slave princess, very much enjoying the view of her semi-nude body, Leia, feeling the collar pressing against her neck as she looks at the fight continues. Leia tries to ignore the slight tugs on her chain; Leia grabs the collar with her left hand hoping it will help with the pressure against her neck. Leia feeling a bit cold her breasts are firmer. Her buttocks are clenched together, as Jabba continues to stroke them. Jabba enjoys the view he has of Leia. Licking his lips.
Both men look tired, one of them on top of the other, choking the rebel on the rebel to death, one of the guests throws him a blaster. The rebel grabs it and shoots the rebel on the ground. Falls to the ground exhausted. He was bloodied, and could barely stand.
The crowd cheers in excitement. Then, suddenly, one of Grappa's goons shoots the rebel dead. Everyone laughs. Leia wishing she could have done something, but no she was as helpless as she could be. The floor closes up, Jabba tugged on Leia's chain, commanding her to turn around.
Leia reach out with her hands and pressed them into his slimy flesh, supporting her upper body as he pulled her closer. She was about to recoil when she felt two soft hands with sharp fingernails on her back, just beneath her shoulders. When she also felt the soft plumpness of a woman's breasts also press into her back, she knew it was one of the slave girls.
Her attention was then focused on the leering Hutt in front of her. She couldn't help but lose herself when staring into those orange reptilian eyes, studying her face and body at every opportunity they could.
He opened his mouth and his slime-coated tongue proceeded to give her cheek yet another horrid lick. Leia still turned her head and scowled in response. Raising his goblet to her face, he spoke again. "A toast, to my princess." He announced. Everyone cheered and laughed in mockery of Leia.
Feeling her voice come back, she couldn't help the glare that she sent his way. Knowing why he was presenting the slime-coated goblet to her, she flared her nostrils to keep her nerve and used her voice for the first time in a long while. "To the princess." She said monotonically. To her relief, Jabba didn't force her to repeat it like she meant it, and proceeded to bring the rim of the goblet up to her lips.
She could immediately smell the strong flavour of the alcohol within the goblet, and the first thing she tasted when it pressed against her open lips was Jabba's slime on the rim. She held firm and decided to get this ordeal completed quickly, and so she opened her mouth wide to take in the heavy Huttese mixture. It tasted foul initially, but it seemed to get better he more she tasted it.
She quickly realized that Jabba was angling the goblet more and more. He alcohol was pouring faster than she could drink it.
"You belong to me my lovely." She could hear Jabba slur between licks. "You will always belong to me."
Leia closed her eyes as Jabba took full advantage of her. She couldn't help but feel miserable.
Sometime Later…
The party had died down in the Palace, Leia's relaxation abruptly ended when the chain behind rattled as Jabba tugged at it, hard. Her abdomen barely had time to instinctively tighten as the collar dug into her slender neck and hurled her body backwards, and she landed with a fleshy plop against the Hutt's corpulent belly, which jiggled and shook from the impact. His doughy flesh radiated warmth into her back.
The scantily clad Leia's chain runs across Jabba's belly as Leia lay against his stomach, her left cheek against the cold chain as she laid back silently on Jabba, looking at everyone sleeping. Jabba's hand lay on Leia's shoulder as his tail rubbed against her naked leg, while her rear Lashaa silk lay on the tip of Jabba's tail exposing her tight round buttocks, her front Lashaa silk draped over her left thigh, leaving her womanhood exposed. The cold hoverseld didn't help her, but she was to tired, and a bit drunk from the alcohol Jabba had given her.
Some time had passed, Leia lay comfortably against her master sound asleep. Her head against Jabba's stomach, her head turned to the cheek of her face was touching Jabba's flesh to using as a cushion, with the cold chain touching her cheek. Jabba's hand on her shoulder as his belly went up and down as he snored causing his hand to gently caress her shoulder.
Leia with one hand on her side, with the other lay on her stomach, as she slept, on the small space provided for her on the hoversled.
Company
It's the middle of the night everyone is asleep in the palace, Leia wakes up to a sound. She notices a slave girl walking up to her, with a drink in her hand. Leia, slowly sits up as the slave girl approaches her. Looking at Salacious fast asleep. The slave girl glances at Leia offering her, a drink, Leia grabs the cup with both hands takes a small sip of the water. The slave girl speaks to Leia, "princess, I've heard you have been Jabba's slave for quite some time now, I'd imagine it must be difficult for you" Leia, afraid to speak, glances over at Jabba then back at the slave girl. Leia responds, "I hate it", the slave girl responds back to Leia, " I myself was forced into slavery and made into a slave girl, Jabba's brother caught me trying to free some slaves, but I was not successful, so he forced me to be a pleasure slave some years ago when I was only eighteen." Leia looks at her, as she takes a sip of water, seeing her outfit. The slave girl wore a white push-up bra that was one size too small for her but it accentuated her breasts, she wore a small white g-string panty exposing her bubble butt, and clear medium sized platform high heels. She wore white earrings with black at the tips, and a white choker with a black diamond in the front of it, her raven black hair had been straightened and combed over to one side draping over her left shoulder.
What's your name? Leia asks, the slave girl responds, "my name is Ana". Leia, responds, "it's a pleasure to meet you Ana". Ana moved Leia's front silk to cover her vagina, and grabs her rear silk, telling Leia to lift her right leg up to move her rear silk underneath her, as she adjusts it. Leia, "thank you". Ana, "it's a shame Jabba has you dressed in such an outfit", Leia, "I despise it", Ana responds back, " I don't blame you, look at what Grappa as me wearing", Leia, "at least you're wearing something that covers your womanhood," Ana and Leia let out a small laugh, not wanting to wake anyone up.
Both knowing each other's predicaments, Leia finishes her water. Feeling a lot better and refreshed. Leia's asks Ana where she's from and what she used to do before she was captured by Grappa. Ana, responds back " I was a handmaiden, before I was given the task to try free some women who served in our military that Grappa captured from my planet". Leia felt her chain jingle behind her, looking at Jabba still sleeping. Leia, responds back "you're a brave woman Ana, the rebel alliance would be good to have you". Ana, "Hold on just a minute, I will be right back". Ana leaves, looking around for some pillows for Leia to use, she notices some unused pillows and grabs them. Ana heads back to Leia, Leia notices the pillows the is carrying as she drops them on the floor.
Ana puts two pillows underneath Leia to sit on, and puts another couple behind her and some beside her. Leia, "Thanks, I needed it. This hoversled was not helping.". Ana, responds back sarcastically, "Jabba knows how to dress his personal slaves, but doesn't care about their comfort" Leia responds back, "you are very right Ana, but the pillows help somewhat which he does provide me on his throne at his palace". Leia's chain gets yanked back, but she manages to save herself from falling onto Jabba's belly, giving Ana that look of what she has to deal with. Leia looks at Jabba, sound asleep, like always a reflex.
Ana sits next to Leia with the small space that was available, putting one pillow in her space to sit on. Leia and Ana continue talking. Leia felt good talking to someone, it had been a long time since she spoke with someone, and was glad Jabba was sleeping so she could finally talk to someone, as she was kept silent, and whenever someone talked to her it was just to mock her and violate her.
Sometime had past, Leia and Ana starting to finish their talk. As, both of them were getting tired. Ana moves to the small space inside Jabba's coiled tail were Salacious is at, making herself comfortable, Ana's eyes begin to close. Leia reclines back, using her arm for support, to rest her head on her shoulder, she lays her right hand on her thigh. Leia looks at Ana as she sleeps, then back at everyone in the room, as her eyes slowly closed.
Morning
Leia slowly opened her eyes as she begins to slowly hearing noises, she looks as most of the guests and guards in the room are slowly waking up. Leia looks at Ana, as she sits in her small space inside Jabba's coiled tail, while Salacious gently caresses her leg. Leia slowly sits up, as Bib Fortuna approaches Jabba. Jabba awoke at once with a booming shout and reflexively tightened his grip on Leia's chain. His major-domo had just interrupted a wonderful dream of having sex with Leia for an entire day, and he was quite perturbed.
His annoyance only increased when he saw thief he recognized before him. Bib continued speaking, "I present to you Klatu, Grappa's messenger."
"What does Grappa want?, Jabba responds.
Klatu, "Grappa wishes you join him to eat"
He scolded as he threw his major-domo roughly aside. To calm himself, his tail caressed Leia's buttocks under her skirts. The thick, slimy intrusion of her intimate region cause her to jolt up straight. While Ana sits in her small space.
"Grappa wishes you to join him along, with your slave." Klatu said, stepping closer to Jabba and using the same inward turning voice he had used in speaking with Fortuna.
"We shall go with Grappa" Jabba responds, still a bit angry having to be waken up from his sleep.
Jabba licked his lips and pulled on Leia's leash insistently. The princess reluctantly allowed herself to be pulled back and felt his hand rub up and down her back and then return to stroking her hair.
Ana witnessing Jabba's lechery of Leia. Jabba then tugged on Leia's leash until she landed with a quiet plop on his slimy yet soft belly. Leia sighed in discomfort and leaned back against her Master with no resistance as slime began running down her back. Jabba then placed a hand on her shoulder, running his hand over the exposed portion of her chest.
He looked down upon Leia as the crowd laughed and jeered at her semi-nude form, making crude comments about her body and sexuality.
Sometime had passed, Jabba and Grappa still eating his Grappa's private room. As the princess walked away from him, Jabba admired her scantily clad body: the swaying of her Lashaa skirt as it exposed the sinuous movements of her hips and bare rear, the pendulum motion of her braid enticing him as it danced across her bare back. Then he returned to conversing with his men about the excitement to come. Ana lay back on Jabba's thick tail in her small space inside Jabba's coiled tail.
As she stood there, several members of Jabba's and Grappa's court who had been staring at her in lust earlier came close to Leia. Just then, she heard Jabba behind her beckoning for her again in Huttese: "Return, Princess Leia," he purred.
Leia ignored the Hutt's deep, gurgling voice, hoping Jabba would leave her alone. But a soft tug on her leash told her this was not to be the case. She turned back to glare at him and then carried on looking out the window, feeling that she had made a royal statement.
As a slight breeze made the rear silk skirt flutter every so often, the rear silk skirt only covered the crack of her butt cheeks, the guests would lick their lips in lust. Leia could hear them mocking her, and talking about how her outfit. Noting that they enjoyed that the silk skirts were small in with, and only the width of an index finger and how the rear skirt only covered her crack while exposing the rest of her tight round bubble butt, while they noticed the front skirt, the same in length and width didn't cover anything, and the hip fasteners as they exposed her hips, along with stating how they enjoyed the designs on the very small gold triangular crescent moon plates that were the front only covered her crotch and just a few inches of her butt crack, over hearing one of them saying the most vulgar things they would do to her.
Leia trying to ignore their comments about her, they were amazed at her outfit and could not stop looking at the nearly naked princess. One lackey commenting on how her bra was just made up separate pieces exposing her hard firm breasts, but only covered her nipples, one of them came in close and touched the two black very thin strings that formed an X shaped across her back.
Leia glared back at the lackey in annoyance, as he told the others surrounding Leia that the strings were so thin it was like butt floss that can be used for a g-string panty. They laughed while some had their drinks in their hands. Leia looked out the window seeing some Banthas roaming around, as she leaned slightly forward, only as far as she chain would let her go, gave a slight smile as she enjoyed seeing them roam free at their own expense.
Jabba said something in a low, gleeful voice, and the chain jingled, as she felt the cold chain against her naked back as it jingled against her back, as it was soon straightened, Jabba kept her on a very tight leas. Leia ignored it, most of the men around her bet some credits Jabba would pull on her chain again this time harder, but a moment later the chain pulled slightly, and she turned and glared back at Jabba; still drunk, still drinking, he mumbled something and chuckled; if anything, the tug was an accident, and Leia turned back to the window. The men laughed at her degradation.
Leia peers outside into the vast dessert, seeing nothing but sand, and some of Tatooine's creatures, with men gathered around her, looking at her lustfully, some of them playing with the chain, wiggling it, and taunting Leia. Leia feeling her collar tighten as they play with her chain, she grabs the collar putting some fingers in it trying to loosen the tightness of the pressure.
The men surrounding her and some women shouting out crude catcalls towards Leia, as many of the men stare at her lustfully, while some of them passed her groping her from behind.
Moments later, Rotta Jabba's son slithered up next to Leia as she gazed out in the vast desert, while the sun slowly set. Leia glances at Rotta as he stares at her. He starts speaking to her, telling Leia how beautiful she is, as he licks his lips gazing at her nearly naked form. He looks at her dolled up face, and large bun and her long braid hanging over her shoulder, her firm breasts, with the two cups covering her nipples, then gazes down at her tight fit stomach. Glancing at her small gold skirt plate, following the small Lashaa silk running in between her legs as he looks at her naked legs finally ending at her Jerba leather boots.
Rotta speaks to Leia, " My father has excellent taste and it's finally a pleasure meeting the great princess I have kept hearing about, I hear you are you are 23," Leia looks at him, as she feels her collar pulled back slightly. Leia not allowed to say anything nods her head. Rotta gives her a devilish smirk. I have to say my father has a nice taste fashion. That outfit fits you perfectly princess; as it is an outfit fit for royalty it shows your magnificent beauty. Leia thinks deeply about his comment, and reflects about her situation and status as Jabba's slave.
Leia felt a slight tug on her collar, glaring back at Jabba as he continues to talk to his goons. Leia glances at Rotta, then at the floor. The Rotta puts his hand on her upper back, he slowly caresses it going from right to left passing through the very thin floss black strings that formed an X shape across her back. Slowly working down to her lower back, Leia could see he was drooling. Rotta then circles around her birthmark a few times. Leia looks at Rotta with a face of powerlessness. Rotta then proceeds to touch Leia's buttocks, as they clench together due to the warmth of his hands, he gropes them gently, not having to worry about the rear silk skirt as it only covered her butt crack.. He slowly moves down her smooth naked leg till he reached her Jerba leather boot as he touches the texture of the gold around the boot then slowly moved back up, he puts his hand inside the small plate touching her tight vagina, as it formed a camel toe.
He then moves his hand feelings Leia's hips as the fastners exposed her flanks. Rotta notices Leia is uncomfortable, but he would not loose this chance in touching royalty. Slowly proceeds to her stomach caressing it and with a finger goes up and down the vertical line as her stomach goes up and down due to her breathing. And goes around her tight navel a few times, then puts the finger in it feeling the inside of it. He moves up to her firm breasts and gives them a little message. Then played a bit with her long plait for a few seconds before letting it hang back down on her stomach.
Rotta offers Leia a drink, giving her a slight grin, Rotta puts his hand on her elbow pushing her closer to him, but Leia still not close enough to the proximity of Rotta's liking, Leia suddenly feels as hand go underneath her small rear skirt plate as her rear silk skirt goes over the hand exposing her bubble butt, pushing her skin to skin touching Rotta's belly, her butt cheeks clench together as she is pushed her closer to Rotta, he speaks to her in Huteese, she looks at him, then back down in humiliation looking at the hand touching her rear, the Rotta smiles in pleasure, forcing her to drink from his goblet, feeling part of the cold chain on her naked shoulder.
Jabba turns looking at Leia's backside, licking his lips. Yanks on her chain causing her gag, as she stumbles a little running to run to Jabba, her rear silk skirt flutters in the air, the men all look at her already exposed rear as she runs to her master leaping over some objects on the floor. Running into Jabba's stomach.
Sometime later, back at the audience chamber later afternoon
Everything was in full swing, Leia stands beside her master. The crime lord having a clear view of her backside, tightens his grip on the chain keeping her on a very short tether and very taut. Lea feels the cold chain run down her upper part of her back. Jabba plays with the tight short tether, it pulls Leia back slightly each time.
Jabba scans Leia's nearly half naked body from head to two looking at her dolled up face, earrings, her bun, and plate dangling over her shoulder as the long plait stopped at her tight round navel, then glancing at her hard firm breasts, with only the two small bra cups that covered her nipples, Jabba give Leia a slight jerk on her chain, a silent reminder of her place as she glances back at him, then back at the fight, Jabba then looks at. Jabba looks at her front plate her snake armband on her left arm and bracelet on her right arm.
He then glances at her small front skirt plate that is only covering her crotch and the silk attached at the bottom of it as it flows down her just above her ankles, only in between her inner thighs, showing off her legs, and at the hip fasteners that were made of two separate pieces on each hip to make the open oval exposing her hips. Lastly, Jabba looks at her rear with the back skirt plate the same size at the front just above her ass crack, with the silk skirt the width of index finger only covering her ass crack, then at her Jerba leather boots, then back at her ass licking his lips. Glancing back up at Leia, jerking on her chain, Leia glances back at Jabba.
Ana with a bounty hunter, being taken advantage of.
Leia can feel Jabba's hand that was against her rear now stroking her buttocks, causing them to clench together, Leia just stands there not doing a thing but be put on display for everyone to see. Bib Fortuna walked up to Jabba letting him know the sun will be setting. Jabba wanted to watch the sunset with Leia.
Jabba and Leia approached the balcony. Leia stands beside Jabba at least grateful she got to see some scenery if you can call it that. His hand on her shoulder, comforting the scantily clad Leia, Jabba spoke, telling her something in Hutesse, knowing more or less what he was saying to her. There was a slight breeze in the air, causing her rear Lashaa silk to flutter, Jabba glances down at her exposed buttocks, licking his lips.
.Leia felt a slight tug on her collar, glaring back at Jabba. Jabba puts his hand on her upper back, he slowly caresses it going from right to left passing through the very thin floss black strings that formed an X shape across her back. Slowly working down to her lower back, Jabba then circles around her birthmark a few times. Leia looks at the Jabba with a face of powerlessness.
Leia licked her lips, as Jabba caressed her back, Leia looking at the two suns slowly set, Jabba just has his eyes on Leia and her nearly naked form, Jabba fondles Leia's braid, stroking it as if he's jerking off. Whispering perverse things in her ear, as he fondled her braid, while he had Leia's chain in his left hand, feeling the cold chain against her back.
Leia watches the sunset as Jabba caresses her butt cheeks. Leia plays with her plait in nervousness, as Jabba continues to caress her, looking down, then glances as Jabba as he licks his lips. Leia looks back down. Jabba grabs Leia by the shoulder pushing Leia against his belly with her hands and pressing her soft tummy against Jabba, which slid across his oily snake skin.
Leia could only gaze weakly up into the Hutt's reptilian eyes, whose pupils widened as they leered at her. Jabba ran his finger down Leia's tummy, poking her sexy cute, belly button, before running his finger in circles around it. Then he quickly slid his slimy hand up the line that divided her abdomen toward the top of the bikini, squeezing his fat hand under her bra, squeezing Leia's breast and then toying with her delicate nipple. Leia let out a long groan, overwhelmed with disgust by this monster toying with her. Her disgust only fueled Jabba's intense sexual desire. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her in closer. He pushed her against his slimy skin, their bellies making contact.
He reached under her skirt slowly rubbing her pussy, as she closed her eyes in pleasure, he slowly went faster and began to finger her pussy, while she began to moan loudly, for everyone to hear, he kept going and finger her deeper and harder, while Leia moaned. Finally, Jabba had stopped as Leia orgasmed. Jabba pleased with what he's done, could tell Leia was tired from him pleasuring her.
Leia hated this aspect of her slavery as Jabba would violate her, she felt tired from what Jabba just did. Jabba releases Jabba from his embrace, as they both walk to the big cushion of a throne that Grappa provided for Jabba in the audience chamber. Jabba got into his place as Leia sat on her small space in front of Jabba setting in her regal poise, as the men mocked the half-naked princess having witness what Jabba had just done to her.
Leia's New Outfit
"Beautiful." Jabba thought out loud. Everything about her was perfect. "My slave, take her to the harem. Get her cleaned up."
"Certainly, Master." The slave replied in as enticing a voice she could provide. She gently led Leia by the arms out of the room and towards the dressing room.
Leia didn't know where she was going, but she was glad to be leaving this room at the very least. She still felt the eyes of everyone in the room on her back until they exited.
The Twi'lek guided her down many hallways until they entered a rather luxurious large room. She couldn't take in her surroundings as she was guided to a door that looked to house a smaller room, perhaps a bathroom or a closet.
They went through to see it was a shower room. Besides, she fancied the idea of a shower after the Hutt had fingered her tight pussy.
The slave girl turned on the shower, and Leia was pleasantly surprised to feel it was nice and warm. She then proceeded to rub some red liquid from what Leia assumed to be a shampoo bottle all over her body, from just beneath her eyes to the very bottom of her toes, paying extra attention to her breasts, arms, legs and her crotch. Leia inhaled and groaned her discomfort, but the slave girl didn't stop for a second. With her swift hands the job was quickly done.
Leia then started to feel a tingling sensation in certain parts of her body.
Ericka the slave girl turned off the shower shortly after that and brought her back to the larger room. She guided her towards a vanity mirror on a small table, piled with multi-colored bottles, and a chair with straps was in front of it.
Sit." She sat in the surprisingly comfortable chair. The slave girl turned to the multi-colored bottles, apparently looking for one in particular that didn't seem to be there. She examined them all twice over, but she just looked confused. Mumbling a complaint in Twi'leki, she told Leia "Wait" and left to retrieve what she sought.
She looked around the room for closer examination. But she could tell the walls were decorated with fine draperies and the carpet beneath her felt quite nice on her feet.
Hearing more footsteps, Leia looked and saw the Twi'lek had returned.
Leia rolled her eyes, mentally complaining that this was just getting better and better.
The harem girl turned back to the vanity and picked up some objects Leia recognized as makeup appliers. Sighing quietly so as not to hear more speeches from the Twi'Lek, Leia allowed her to do what she had to do.
She proceeded to apply the makeup where she desired, and it barely took her any time at all. She stepped back and let Leia know she was finished.
Leia opened her eyes, and what she saw staring back at her in the mirror was a sight to behold; her eyes were given eyeliner and her eyelashes were given mascara, almost making them glow with beauty. Her cheekbones were decorated with bluish eyeshadow and her cheeks were given plenty of blush. Best of all were her lips, painted with a glossy cherry red lipstick that made them look delicious.
In just about any other situation, Leia would be pleased with just how stunning she looked. But sadly she had to remind herself that this was all being done for the perverse desires of a Hutt, and thus she could feel no pride.
"And now, the costume!" the harem girl said as she walked towards the gold bundle from before. Leia huffed and decided to follow her.
"There we go." the said as she slid the snake arm band into place on Leia's arm. The harem girl stood back to examine her work, while the princess looked at her reflection in the vanity mirror.
She saw it was like her old one, the chastity plate was even crotch pate just covering her vagina. Worse still, it had no covering veils. Leia saw in horror that the bikini had no straps.
After her crotch plate was put on, Leia realized her ass had no cover whatsoever. The bra and small crescent moon chastity plate were the same design as her old outfit but extremely small
The Bra if you could call it that was just two small round pasties that covered her nipples with the same design that was on her other previous outfits and left her back completely bare like her previous outfit. The small chastity plate still resembled a woman's anatomy and only covered her woman hood from the front, but bare underneath leaving her butt completely exposed.
She was also given her Jerba leather boots lined with gold but they were shortened to just above her ankles. She was also given two arm bracelets, one for her wrist, the other for her upper arm. Both felt cold against her fair milky skin. She was then given beautiful golden earrings, and hair clips, while her hair was done up in a bun with a long braid of her brown hair, held in place with a golden hair fastener, with a few hairs loose in front of her ears to help frame her beautified face. Her neck was also encased her golden collar.
All in all, Leia was appalled. This costume represented everything she hated. Subjugation, slavery, perversity, invasion of privacy, there was nothing about this costume that could make her regard it in a positive way.
She hated the bikini because she wore just a small chastity plate that only covered her woman hood from the front leaving her bare from underneath and it resembled a woman's anatomy. Also she hated that it left her back completely bare exposing her ample butt cheeks as now everyone can see them fully exposed.
She hated her top if you could call it that as it was nothing more than two small round pasties that had the same design as her previous outfits that covered her nipples.
Leia was having to quickly get used to the costume.
After another winding journey through many hallways, Leia again found herself back in the private room. Everyone already sound asleep, Jabba was handed Leia's chain.
Jabba stroked Leia's shoulder as she began to get as comfortable as she could with his presence. With Jabba's steady heartbeat in her ear, and Jabba's skin acting a slimy but soft pillow and mattress all in one, the princess was eventually lulled to sleep.
So deep in fact that she didn't feel Jabba's hand continue to stroke her shoulder as she went into unconsciousness. Jabba was admiring her sleeping form, memorizing everything about his slave princes, her every curve, the size of her assets, the color of her hair, the feel of her skin, and with the costume and makeup helping emphasise her radiance, she seemed absolutely perfect.
Jabba, as always, lounged on his dais with his eyes shut and his mouth slightly agape, plenty of slime still sliding from his lips and his nose. His hand was grasped around the chain, holding it very strongly even when unconscious. His mind pleasing his sleeping form with a lovely dream about his slave.
She lay in front of her master sensually; her body reclined back against the pillows, her left arm used for support, using her shoulder to support her head.
Leia moved a bit further to the edge of the throne as Jabba's tail continued to bother her; she lay back down in her submissive position with her head on her left shoulder using it for support, and her right hand on her outer thigh. Barley having enough room on the throne, she hated that her gold plate only covered the front part of her vagina, while exposing the rest underneath the plate, in the position she was in didn't help as everyone could see her womanhood and her rear as she slept nearly naked, chained to the neck.
Wearing nothing more than her round pasties that covered her nipples that were in the same design as her previous tops, along with her gold crescent moon plate covering the front part of her vagina, exposing the rest that it didn't cover, her Jerba leather boots, her snake armband on her left arm, her bracelet on her right arm, with her gold hair clips holding her bun in place as her long braid dangled across her shoulder flowing down to her navel with a gold fastners formed a pony tail at the end of the braid.
It had still been pretty late and still dark. It was cold and this outfit she was wearing was not helping at all her body felt firm, her breasts were firm from the cold, her vagina formed a camel toe. Lying sprawled in her usual position across her master, she was somewhat comfortable thanks to the pillows that were provided for her, her right hand on her hip, as Jabba's tail swayed sideways against her right butt cheek. Leia peered to her side as some guests were leaving the private room, as the looked at the nearly naked princess making of obscene gestures towards her.
Leia's chain jingles against her naked back as Leia looks up at her master commanding her to go back to sleep.
Jabba watches as Leia adjusted herself turning her upper body face down on the pillows sleeping on her stomach in the freefall sleeping position with her arms raised around her pillows while her lower body lay on the rest of the space provided for her. She put her head on a pillow with her head to the side facing in the direction of the open balcony.
Jabba slackened the chain a bit as she felt the cold loose chain on her naked back. Jabba gazed at his nearly naked slave as he looked at one of her legs lay against his coiled tale while the other her leg raised to her hip slightly as it dangled freely on the side of the throne, enjoying the view of her luscious legs.
He slowly lowers his gaze to her exposed buttocks licking his lips. He gazes at her naked back and licks his lips as he gazes at her birthmark, then he sees Leia's dolled up face giving her a smile, as her long braid flowed down her shoulder and onto the pillows.
It had been a couple hours that had past. Leia had woken up to adjust herself. She reclined herself back against the pillows in front of her master sensually, she used her left arm for support, using her shoulder to support her head as a shoulder rest. While her left leg was against her masters coiled tail. As this was the only position she found comfortable, with the state Leia was in and the outfit given to her she never felt so humiliated and still had not gotten used to her life as a slave, she was still hanging on to what strength she had left in her.
Leia glanced over at Salacious as he slept while Jabba, there was an enormous, phlegmy groan and the skin-crawling squelch of folds of sticky flesh stretching and parting from itself as her loathsome captor, with drool and snot coming out of his nose and mouth as always. Leia felt the cushions shift against her bottom as the Hutt shifted, and the chain that kept her by his side jingled as the shadows of his short, chubby arms fell over her. She looked up at Jabba as he continued to snore. She despised the nights as she often didn't get sleep.
Having been a princess reduced to a sex slave. Leia was only given her slave outfit which left the slave princess no modesty. It left her completely exposed for everyone to see. Having a collar around her neck made out of gold like the rest of her outfit to show her status as a princess to everyone. She was only provided the clothes if she could call it that given to her by Jabba, the collar around her neck, small round pasties that covered her nipples with the same design as her previous outfits on her breasts, a small gold plate that covered her vagina, her boots, arm and wrist bracelet, the small space provided for her on the dais, and her pillows to lay on. Which made Leia vulnerable as she wore just a small gold pate that covered the front of her vagina exposing it underneath and also exposing her rear that made her self-conscious for fear of exposure her most sacred body parts, and so he and others could easily grope her.
She looked over at Ana as she was sleeping with one of Jabba's henchmen her head on his chest in her white clear strap g-string outfit wearing clear heels. Leia slowly fell back asleep.
It had become morning, Jabba and most of his men and harem girls as woken up, Leia still sound asleep. He gazed at Leia's tight stomach as she breathed, watching it go up and down as she breathed. Most of the men and women in the room spoke to each other about Leia's new outfit, noticing they could see her tight pussy as it was camel toe as they enjoyed the view the small gold chastity plate provided only covering the front of her vagina and leaving it exposed underneath and seeing her exposed buttocks clenched together, and her pasties covering her nipples. As she slept reclined against the pillows sensually.
Leia slowly opened her eyes, as she woke up. She slowly sat up, being kept on a very short tether, as Jabba kept her chain taut. Jabba smirked, and snorted in amusement. The Hutt delivered a quick, hard yank on her chain. She blinked and gagged as she felt herself pitch backwards, but was able to catch herself.
"Go, gaze my lovely." He said to her as he loosened his grip on the chain, giving her just enough slack to barely make it to the balcony on the other side of the private room. Leia gave a slight nod of her head before walking to the pillar of the balcony, forever mindful of the lustful glances she would receive on the way there. Luckily though, no-one decided to touch her.
As the princess walked away from him, he admired her scantily clad body: the movements of her exposed hips, rear, and tight pussy not covered by the gold chastity plate. The pendulum motion of her braid as it danced across her stomach. Then he returned to conversing with his men about the excitement to come.
She reached the pillar of the balcony and felt her collar tighten. Her throat constricted she turned her head to look at Jabba, assuming that he was pulling on it to bring her back to him. But when she looked, she saw his attention had returned to other slave girls. She had reached the end of the chain's length, she couldn't move any further away from him.
Thankfully though, she was able to gaze out on the balcony, and even place her hand on the railing of the pillar. Gazing at the vast landscape.
Leia glanced back at Jabba, watching him eat and drink, while slow music was being played, she was grateful that at least Jabba let her be alone for the time being despite still being collared to him, as she would always be to him.
A handful of men surrounded her mocking her while they enjoyed the view of the nearly naked princess's body, one of them pointing out that they could see part of her vagina from what the gold plate didn't cover from underneath. As her butt cheeks clenched together while she stood at the pillar gazing out at the vast landscape of Nal Hutta and its people.
Moments later Jabba pulls on the chain, with all his force, propelling her body backward, causing her to gag on the collar. Leia runs towards Jabba as she is stopped short of running right into Jabba, throwing her hands out to halt her progress but lands, straight into Jabba, as everyone looks at the scantily clad Leia. Jabba in Huteese telling her, they are going to go shopping in the city of Nal Hutta with his brother.
Two guards bring in a hoversled, Jabba slithers his way onto the hover sled. Positioning himself in his spot, there is a small spot left for Leia in front of him as like on the throne Jabba occupied most of the space only leaving her a small spot on the throne. He pulls on Leia's chain commanding her to sit in front of him. As Leia steps on the hover sled feeling the coldness from the steel of the hoverlsed against her vagina, and butt. Grappa and Jabba's men and guests stand behind Jabba, and Grappa.
Ana looks at Leia as she leaves with Grappa and Jabba. They leave going through the palace.
Now outside in Nal Hutta, they boarded a small skiff that was decorated with furnishings, silks and décor. As Leia stood in between Jabba and Grappa the Hutt on the skiff as they were traveling through the city of Nal Hutta,
Grappa's finger goes around in circles around Leia's birthmark telling Leia that her birthmark is very attractive, which Leia had been told constantly from everyone that came in contact with her as everyone would constantly touch it. Leia very uncomfortable with his, looking down in utter, humiliation.
Leia looks at the Jabba and Grappa the Hutt with a face of powerlessness. As people in the streets of Nal Hutta look at the Hutts and the nearly naked princess.
Jabba proceeds to touch Leia's buttocks, as they clench together due to the warmth of his hands, he gropes them gently.
They arrive at the shop. Getting off the skiff, entering the shop, the owner and the assistant approach them as Leia walks beside Jabba, his brother Grappa tells the owner they need decorations, food, drinks, and spices, and tells the owner this is Princess Leia of Alderaan. The owner briefly looks at Leia, as she looks down in shame. The owner shows them around what he has. As they walk around, Jabba allows to look allowing her to go as far as her chain would allow her. Leia looked at a glass that looked familiar as it was from Alderaan, she grabbed it feeling its touch, as it brought back memories of her enjoying the culture as a princess of a peaceful planet, remembering the silver ware her mother would keep around the palace and the ceremonial cups they used.
Jabba and Grappa speaking to each other with the owner on what type of wall decoration Grappa would be getting. Jabba glances over at Leia as she looks the cup, Leia glances at Jabba as he licks his lips, telling the owner he would like to get the cup his slave is holding.
The owner's servant gazes at the lucius Leia looking at her nearly naked form. Licking his lips as he looks at her Jerba leather boots lined with gold that were shortened to just above her ankles. Then gazes up to her naked legs licking his lips as his eyes look at her bubble butt as they clench together, seeing her tight pussy in between her legs, then looks at her birth mark on her lower right back, working his way up to her naked back. Jabba gestures to Leia to give him the cup, she give him the cup, he looks at her firm breasts covered in her pasties and her small crescent moon chastity plate that just covered the front of her vagina. He licks his lips, as he grabs the cup from Leia.
Jabba tugs on her chain commanding Leia to go to him. Leia walks over to her master, as she stays by his side, he places his hand on her naked shoulder as it caresses her shoulder as they walk around the shop comforting her, Jabba and Grappa stop looking at the pillows, Leia notices how decretive they were, she could tell they were made of the finest material. That's the only thing Leia enjoyed were the pillows provided for her because they provided comfort for her. Grappa ordered dozens of them, along with some silks and the finest animals skins.
Sometime had past and they had been shopping for a while, Jabba and Grappa were together as Leia wondered around the shop with only going as far as her chain would allow it. Jabba watches as Leia looked around the amenities of the shop, letting her roam free. Leia noticed herself in a mirror. It had been a while since she looked herself in a mirror.
She reflected and was not pleased with seeing herself in the mirror. Although still not completely broken. Reduced to the lowest life form of them all a...slave and was forced to be a half-naked slave chained to the neck. Sexuality was a "core feature" for slaves that were owned by Jabba especially Leia. Because Leia was property he chose to use Leia as a sex slave.
Her sexuality was closely controlled as she was given nothing more that her skimpy slave girl outfit and made to look like a slut. Leia was forbidden to have any positions. As a slave girl she was not allowed anything except for what Jabba provided to Leia. Having been a princess reduced to a sex slave. Leia was only given her slave outfit which left the slave princess no modesty. It left her completely exposed for everyone to see. Having a collar around her neck made out of gold like the rest of her outfit to show her status as a princess to everyone. She was only provided the clothes given to her by Jabba if you could call it clothes, the collar around her neck, her boots, arm and wrist bracelet, the small space provided for her on the dais, and her pillows to lay on.
Jabba believed she belonged: exposed, silent, on a leash, and available for his sexual desires. She hated how she looked, and now having looked in the mirror for a first time in a long time looking at herself she felt utterly disgusted.
Leia on the other side of the shop. Jabba and Grappa had finished getting what they needed. Jabba, with a painful tug on Leia's chain brought her back from the window with a choked yelp. Leia staggered back, as her front small crescent moon crotch plate moved in between her legs, as the servant saw her exposed body, comments were made about her, as she made her run to Jabba, instinctively around to avoid being choked again. She grunted as she almost ran into someone, almost fell forward; she caught herself, as she straightened and pressed her half nearly-naked body into his, dimpling his belly with knee and pelvis alike, her plait whipping round her bare shoulders to the side of her bosom, the wet squishing sound of pulpy, greasy, slime-dribbled and wine-slippery flesh most repulsively loud as it pressed against her—and she against it.
Jabba to Leia in Huteese," I hope you enjoyed your shopping, I know I did my lovely princess" as Grappa looks at Leia smirking at her. The servant tells Grappa that his belongings will be at his palace within a few hours and that Jabba's will be at his within a day.
It had become night, as Leia looked outside as Jabba spoke to her, they stayed the whole day shopping, for Leia it was good to get out for a bit.
Grappa's hologram turns on, one of his henchmen notifies them that the arms dealer is at his palace.
Jabba, Grappa, and leia board the skiff, and go back to Grappa's palace.
They arrive at the audience chamber, as the guests and henchmen scatter around to witness the meeting. Jabba and his brother both goes onto the stone dais, both moving into their spots on the big throne that can fit more than one Hutt, Jabba pulls on Leia's chain commanding her to sit in front of him. Leia walks to her master, as Jabba looks at her lustfully as she slowly sits down positioning herself in front of Jabba in the small space provided for her. Sitting on the far edge in her regal position of the stone dais, Jabba's tail rubs against Leia's naked her bubble butt. Grappa has several slave girls by his side, sitting around him, Jabba, and Leia.
Bib Fortuna brings in the arms dealer. Leia looks down avoiding eye contact. The arms dealer introduces himself to everyone as they looks at the dancers next to him. The arms dealer speaks to Jabba and his brother Grappa, " Jabba and Grappa I have the weapons you have requested" as he looks at the nearly naked Leia.
Jabba looks at the weapons. Jabba plays with Leia's chain as it dangles across her naked back. Leia raises her head glancing at the arms dealers and the weapons next to him, recognizing some of them are from the rebels. Jabba speaks in Hutese " I will pay for them with the given price we agreed to" The arms dealer then responds, "Of course Jabba". The arms dealer smirks at Leia, "Jabba I see this is the famous Leia you made into your slave" Jabba, " My princess is still learning her place, she is still not completely broken, and she is slowly getting to appreciate me" The arms dealer, "She is a beauty", Grappa responds, "she is one of a kind," Jabba, "Of course she is, she's a princess and deserves to wear attire fit for a princess." Leia looks at the bounty hunter as the prisoners next to him stand silent. Jabba speaks, " She is a feisty princess".
The arms dealer looks at Leia as Jabba pulls on her chain causing her body to tighten, she cranes her neck, closes her eyes in pain as Jabba continues pulling her chain. Her butt cheeks clench tight together, her stomach tightens. Jabba licks his lips as everyone looks at Leia. Jabba Loosens his grip on her chain, as her body loosens and sets back in her regal position. Leia looks back down, not wanting to have eye contact at the bounty hunter.
Jabba, " My princess is still a bit shy" laughing at her in mockery, as everyone else joins in on the laughter. The arms dealer, "well you have done a magnificent job with her Jabba, especially for a young princess." Leia glances outside. Jabba, his brother, and the arms dealer talk to each other as Leia glances up looking around the room. Longing for freedom, but she was chained, nearly naked and a slave to Jabba. As Jabba, Grappa and the arms dealer were speaking with each other. Suddenly, Jabba yanks on Leia's chain causing her to fall back. Leia looks at the arms dealer slightly tilting her head telling him what she has to deal with, with a face of annoyance on her face. Leia sits back up. Now keeping eye contact on the arms dealer.
Some time had gone by Jabba, and everyone else still in the meeting room. Jabba talking to some of his men and the arms dealer. Leia stands next to the opening arch ways gazing outside, with only the chain letting her go as far as it would allow. Her right hand up above her with a tight grip. A handful of men had gathered within close proximity of her, standing around her, and beside her. The men surrounding her and some women shouting out crude catcalls towards Leia, as many of the men stare at her lustfully, while some of them passed her groping her from behind.
Moments later, the arms dealer walks up next to Leia as she gazes out of Nal Hutta. Leia glances at the arms dealer stares at her. He starts speaking to her, telling Leia how beautiful she is, as he licks his lips gazing at her nearly naked form. He looks at her dolled up face, and large bun and her long braid hanging over her shoulder, her firm breasts, with the two round pasties covering her nipples, then gazes down at her tight fit stomach. Glancing at her small gold skirt plate, in between her legs as he looks at her naked legs finally ending at her Jerba leather boots.
The arms dealer speaks to Leia, " You are very young my princess Jabba told me you are you're 23," Leia looks at him, as she feels her collar pulled back slightly. Leia not allowed to say anything nods her head with a yes. The arms dealer gives her a devilish smirk. I have to say Jabba has a nice taste fashion. That outfit fits you perfectly princess; it is an outfit fit for royalty it shows your magnificent beauty. Leia thinks deeply about his comment.
Leia felt a slight tug on her collar, glaring back at Jabba as he continues to talk to his goons, and brother. Leia glances at the arms, then at the floor. The arms dealer puts his hand on her upper back, he slowly caresses her back. Slowly working down to her lower back, Leia could see he was hard. The arms dealer then circles around her birthmark a few times. Leia looks at him with a face of humiliation.
The arms dealer then proceeds to touch Leia's buttocks, as they clench together due to the warmth of his hands, he gropes them gently, He slowly moves down her smooth naked leg till he reaches her Jerba leather boot as he touches the texture of the gold around the boot then slowly moves back up, he puts his hand underneath the small plate touching her tight vagina, as it formed a camel toe.
He then moves his hand feelings Leia's hips. The arms dealer notices Leia is uncomfortable, but he would not lose this chance in touching a royal slave princess. Slowly proceeds to her stomach caressing it and with a finger goes up and down the vertical line as her stomach goes up and down due to her breathing. And goes around her tight navel a few times, then puts the finger in it feeling the inside of it. He moves up to her firm breasts and gives them a little message. Then played a bit with her long plait for a few seconds before letting it hang back down on her stomach.
The arms dealer now finally finished violating Leia, tilts her chin up telling her it was a pleasure meeting her. Leia utterly humiliated from the arms dealer violating her like some of the men have done to her.
Leia is left alone as a handful of men stand around the scantily clad Leia. Trying to ignore the crude catcalls.
Moments later, Leia sitting in front of her master.
He gestured to one of his bounty hunters, as he shot the guest right there on the spot with no remorse, everyone laughing.
Jabba began laughing. Leia leaned forward looking down at the dead body the laid before her. Jabba glanced down at her naked back and birthmark on her lower right back, and rear, licking his lips. Leia restrained by her chain, Bib approached her, giving her a look of not to worry. He gazed at her nearly naked form. Looking at her small gold plate that covers her vagina, working his way up looking at her tight navel and stomach then at her tight firm breasts covered with the two small round pasties covering her nipples. Leia looks at Bib as he licks his lips, as he moves his hand down her naked back.
Jabba, his brother Grappa and his son Rotta clearly drunk. The sound of her laughter infuriated her Hutt master, who yanked angrily on her leash more powerfully than ever. The jolt made the princess fly back against his bulk, but Jabba still did not stop pulling.
As his slave girl gasped and desperately pulled at her collar below him. His thick tail beat violently into her side. Many of guests looked lustfully at Leia's body reclined back on Jabba as she was being choked they all glanced at her exposed butt cheeks with only her the small gold crescent moon plate cover the front of her vagina exposing her tight pussy underneath, they could see a camel toe formed underneath the plate due to the coldness, as she struggled against Jabba. Most of them mocked at her in humiliation as they looked at struggling princess lustfully.
Only when the princess looked up at him with pleading eyes did the Hutt relent his choking grip on her leash. Certain that he had taught her an important lesson in obedience, Jabba allowed the princess to sit up, but still kept her on a short tether. As Leia breathed air back into her aching lungs, the Hutt began to stroke her hair and shoulder to try to console himself. Weakened and spent, Leia could offer the mighty Jabba no resistance.
Leia found herself yawning. Jabba yanked her chain suddenly, and she fell back against his belly with a grunt. He chuckled and reached down, stroking her bare shoulder, the long, quivering tip of his tail slithering uncomfortably close to her bare legs. Sometime had passed when she was sure Jabba was sound asleep, she'd shuffle away from him on the edge of the throne.
Leia reclined back against the pillows, using her left arm for support while using her shoulder to support her head to sleep, so as to not be totally in his slimy embrace the rest of the trip to their destination.
Leia moved a bit further to the edge of the throne as Jabba's tail continued to bother her; she lay back down in her submissive position with her head on her left shoulder using it for support, and her right hand on her outer thigh. Barley having enough room on the throne, she hated that her gold plate only covered the front part of her vagina, while exposing the rest underneath the plate, in the position she was in didn't help as. Her eyes slowly close as the scantily clad Leia falls asleep once again.
The Lake Retreat
Jabba and Leia had just arrived at a lake retreat on Nal Hutta, with a female slave greeting them. "Greetings master, it's a pleasure to see you." Jabba gestured Leia to get off first, holding her chain Jabba gets off the boat as well. The female slave shows them around the Villa, owned by the Hutts. The villa brought back memories of her at a similar type of villa that was on Naboo.
Leia knew Jabba wanted her alone with this type of villa.
Moments later…
Jabba and Leia stood by the stone railing of the patio looking out at the vast lake while Jabba had a goblet in his hand, as he gazed at Leia looking at the green and the lake as she stood in front of Jabba was staring at Leia's rounded backside causing him to drool. Keeping her chain taut. Jabba to Leia "I hope you're enjoying the view my lovely," Leia turned to Jabba then looked back at the view. She was enjoying it abit not in her current situation. Wearing such small attire, as she felt the slight cold breeze against her nearly naked body, her breasts were firm and hard, her woman hood had formed a camel toe due to the coldness, and her buttocks clenched together as she stood up straight with her hands at her side.
This brought back memories of her at a villa retreat with her friends, and family when she was younger, enjoying going on picnics and gatherings in the lake area that was close to the villa and vast landscape with animals roaming the grassy landscape. Having a good time with her friends and family.
Leia missed the outside world and the freedom she had. She dreaded her outfit. Instead of the innocent appearance of a young girl, Leia only saw an adult woman who had the look of a slut whore. Instead of the wealthy girl tended to by her own servants, she was reduced to the lowest social rank of them all... slave. Far from the adorable dresses she remembered wearing as a child, teenager, and as a young adult, her gold outfit left nothing to the imagination.
Despite not having much to cover her scantily clad body, Leia was still not used to cold, and it proved most uncomfortable. It was hard to believe that she could be cold regardless of were she was at.
She thought about wearing some nice clothes that covered her and would suffice nicely loosely wrapped to allow ventilation during the day, while layered to keep out the chill, and keep her body heat in. But no, that was all gone. And what she was being forced to wear as a replacement did absolutely nothing to warm her.
Although Leia was next to him in skin contact, Jabba had her chain taut; Leia could feel Jabba's hand holding the chain against her rear. As he caressed it gently his hand goes in between her legs as he gently fingers her pussy, Leia caught of guard, begins to close her eyes as he fingers her vagina from behind, the chain in his left hand runs across his belly as his right hand slowly fingers her tight pussy.
Jabba slowly fingers her pussy going in and out as she beings to feel pleasure, her eyes closed as she wants to let out a moan but, doesn't want to give Jabba the satisfaction, Jabba continues as he fingers her wet pussy, he grabs his goblet with the other hand and takes a drink, as his other hand continues with Leia.
Jabba stops, as he looks at Leia as she slowly opens her eyes, Leia glances back at Jabba as he give her a devilsh smirk. Jabba started to yawn.
Jabba to Leia "my lovely princess lets take a nap" they walk to a room in the Villa. Jabba slithered on the dais that was a big cushion, like the one on his sail barge.
He gestures to her to lay down on the small space provided for her on the dais that was a big cushion, there had been pillows provided for her as usual for her to lay on.
Leia found herself yawning. Jabba yanked her chain suddenly, she fell back against his belly with a grunt.
He chuckled and reached down, stroking her bare shoulder, the long, quivering tip of his tail
dangerously close to her womanhood. Staring at Leia's bare cleavage, Jabba drooled at the enslaved princess.
As Leia breathed slowly, Jabba at her tight stomach as it moves up and down slowly while Leia breaths. As she looked outside reflecting on her life, as her left cheek lay against Jabba's stomach with the chain against her cheek, Leia licked her lips as she stares outside, looking at the view she of the luscious green trees and lake. Jabba's hand on her shoulder, running his hand over the exposed portion of her chest.
He looked down upon Leia at her nearly nude form, making crude comments about her body and sexuality.
Moments Later, Jabba and Leia had fallen asleep. Leia's right arm on her stomach, while Jabba's tail swayed sideways against her naked leg while the tip swayed against her right butt cheek.
Leia sound asleep, actually sleeping pretty good for once, while Jabba slept as he usually does, her back felt warm against Jabba's belly, thus radiating her body to be somewhat warm in the outfit she was in.
A few hours later…
Leia opened her eyes as she peered outside, slowly getting up from Jabba's belly to not wake him up. She rose instinctively, yet minding the short tether of her chain. Starring at the nice view for a while her master slept.
Leia looked down at her body at first, embarrassed of being exposed and in such a sexually suggestive position.
Jabba awoke at once with a booming shout and reflexively tightened his grip on Leia's chain. The chain was tugged; she closed her eyes and rocked back, but it was just a passing yank, and she glared out of the corner of her eye as she leaned forward. Jabba looked at her naked form from behind, as he licks his lips. Jabba pulls on her chain causing her body to tighten, Leia cranes her neck, closes her eyes in pain as Jabba continues pulling her chain. Her butt cheeks clench tight together, her stomach hardens. Jabba loosens his grip on her chain, as her body loosens and sets back in her regal position.
Jabba commands Leia to get off the cushion dais. She slowly gets off as Jabba gets off as well. Keeping Leia on a short tether as she walks beside him. They walk to the dinning room, as Jabba's meal as been prepared, while Leia was given a small plate of fruits, vegetables and some cuts of meat.
The female slave seats Jabba and Leia. Jabba begins to eat with a glass of wine, as the female servant feeds Leia her meal. Jabba looks at his princess as she is being fed her meal, and her glass of wine.
Moments later…
The female servant and Leia went to the shower room. As earlier today Jabba had violated her.
The slave girl turned on the shower, and Leia was pleasantly surprised to feel it was nice and warm.
Moments later, Leia had finished, stepping out of the shower. The female slave ready to dress Leia in her outfit again.
The female slave dried Leia off; along with her long brown hair that went down to her the end of her back and the meeting point of her butt crack. She began combing her hair back, putting her hair in a large bun like before, and braiding her hair in long plait, that dangled over her right shoulder, the female grabbed the golden hair fasteners and put them on Leia's large bun, the hair fasteners, then put the tip of her plait in the gold hair fastener as the remaining at the tip of the long braid remained loose, and then Leia was given her two golden earrings, with a triangular shape that met at the bottom.
Next she applied dark red lipstick on her lips, then grabbing a small tube of mascara, and eyeliner applying both her eyelashes and the top and bottom of her eyelids. Next, she grabbed a small brush and applied some dark blue eye shadow on both her eyelids. Leia opened her eyes as she looked at herself in the mirror and her reflection. Lyn then applied red blush on her cheeks.
She then put the newly cleaned Jerba Leather boots on Leia's feet one at a time, then she put on Leia's gold snake armband on her upper left arm, and then put on her bracelet on her right arm.
The female slave proceeded by putting on the round pasties with the design on them on both her breasts covering her nipples.
She grabbed the small gold crescent moon chastity plate and put it on her vagina, that only covered the front of it but exposed everything underneath. Next, she applied some perfume on Leia. Lastly, she put Leia's collar on, and attached her chain.
After they had finished Leia was brought back to her master, in the back of the villa. Holding onto her chain, Both Leia and Jabba walked around the back of the villa. Leia enjoying the nice green that is surrounding her. She had gotten tired of Tattooine and the same view of the palace. She was at least happy for a nice change of scenery.
Jabba with gave Leia slack on her chain letting her roam around, as far as the chain would allow her. Leia noticed a butterfly on a leaf, she knelt down, to look at it, as it stood on the leaf of the plant, it had been good to see such a nice creature, then the creatures she dealt with that made crude comments to her, touched her, and made cat calls to her. Leia smiled in seeing the butterfly. Jabba glanced over at Leia as he played with her chain making it jingle, reminding her of her place. Leia glanced back at him, with discomfort.
Jabba continues to slither up, as Leia follows from behind, as she looks at everything around.
Jabba approaches the garden with a guest house up behind it, as Leia grips a statue with her right arm, while the other is at her side, as she looks at the view of the beautiful lake from up above the hill, smiling.
Jabba tugs on Leia's chain, Leia from a far glances back at him then proceeds to keep looking out, enjoying the view. Jabba looks at Leia as his lustfully licks his lips.
Leaning back and using his tremendous mass, Jabba pulled harder on Leia's leash than she could resist, forcing the gasping, scantily-clad princess to run back to him seemingly as if in longing, but only to relieve the pressure around her tender neck. "Ugh ow!" Leia exclaimed breathlessly.
Braced herself against his backside with her hands and pressing her soft tummy against Jabba. Jabba gestures to Leia to come stand in front of him. Leia goes into her position in front of her master. Keeping her on a short tether. Jabba was staring at Leia's rounded backside causing him to drool, as his tail stroke Leia's soft skin just above her ankle were the gold lining of her Jerba boot stopped at.
Leia looked at the garden, she felt his hand rub up and down her back, as if giving her a slight massage, but knowing Jabba he would soon touch other parts of her body as well, which irritated her the most the constant molestation.
Her master gestured for her to roam freely, slacking her chain, Leia felt the cold chain against her naked back. She glanced over at Jabba as he gestured to her again to roam around freely with what the chain would allow.
Leia slowly walked away from Jabba as he licked his lips, as she walks away from her master. Leia looked around the garden, seeing the plants, and beautiful bugs on the plants. She touched some plants giving them a whiff to smell. The roses she smelt, reminded her of her home world, bringing back memories, as she closed her eyes, remembering when she would walk around the garden at her home on Alderan. Enjoying the life she had, Leia smiled in happiness remembering he life on Alderan, until she felt a slight tug on her chain, glaring back at her master.
Jabba, lets Leia continue roaming around, as he drinks from his goblet. Leia stops at a statue of a Hutt, as she notices to deerr, a mother and child. With spots that glow light from their bodies, as the sun was setting. Leia put her right hand on the hand of the statue that stood on a stone, as she gripped it, watching the deers. She smiles with joy watching them.
She heard Jabba behind her beckoning for her again in Huttese: "Return to me Princess." he purred.
Leia ignored the Hutt's deep, gurgling voice, hoping Jabba would leave her alone. But a soft tug on her leash told her this was not to be the case. She turned back to glare at him and then carried on looking out the window, feeling that she had made a royal statement.
The slight cold breeze from the cold made her pert firm breasts firmer, hardening her nipples, while also making her vagina tight underneath the small crotch plate, and making her butt cheeks clench together a little tighter. As she looked at what was going on in front of her. Her long plait hung over her shoulder swaying sideways around her navel due to the slight breeze.
With all his might, Jabba with a hard painful tug on Leia's chain, pulling her backward from the statue with a choked yelp. Leia ran to her master who was further up the hill, as he was on a tares.
All at once, she straightened and pressed her half nearly-naked body into his, dimpling his belly with knee and pelvis alike, her plait whipping round her bare shoulders to the side of her bosom, the wet squishing sound of pulpy, greasy, slime-dribbled and wine-slippery flesh most repulsively loud as it pressed against her—and she against it.
Leia turned and saw that his goblet was once again full, and he held it closely to their faces in a shaky hand. Leia glanced at Jabba's mouth, watching for any other words, then turned to look at his huge amber eyes. His wrinkled lids narrowed, causing his irises to swell into dark pits, and then they shifted slightly to the right. Leia followed them, saw they were looking at the goblet…
...which he curiously held sideways…
Held it up to her lips, his hand over her shoulder pushing her closer, Leia put her right hand on his big chubby hand, that contained the drink, Jabba tipping it so the liquid ran into her mouth, she swallowed it as quickly as she could. Jabba's hand moved to her waist, as she was forced to continue drinking.
Jabba loosened his grip on her leash, he gestured her to stand by his side to watch the beautiful sunset.
Keeping her chain taut. Jabba's tongue hangs out of his mouth as he panted with excitement, his other hand beginning to explore her as well. Leia feels Jabba's hand on her shoulder as he caresses it, comforting her.
Jabba scans Leia's nearly half naked body as she stands straight, from head to toe looking at her dolled up face, earrings, her hair bun, and plait dangling over her shoulder as the long plait stopped at her tight round navel, then glancing at her hard-firm breasts, with only the two small round pasties that covered her nipples, Jabba gives Leia a slight jerk on her chain, a silent reminder of her place as she glances back at him.
Jabba looks at her snake armband on her left upper arm and bracelet on her right arm. He then glances at her small front skirt plate that is only covering the front of her womanhood, showing off her legs. Lastly, Jabba looks at her rear clenched together as she stands regal and straight then at her Jerba leather boots, then back at her ass licking his lips. Glancing back up at Leia, noticing the expression on her face of fear, jerking on her chain, Leia glances back at Jabba in despair, trying to enjoy the sunset.
Leia keeping her composure as Jabba strokes her buttocks, knowing Jabba most likely not paying attention to the sunset. Her buttocks are clenched together, as Jabba continues to stroke them. Enjoying the view he has of Leia. Licking his lips.
Leia watches the sunset as Jabba caresses her butt cheeks. She plays with her plait in nervousness, as Jabba continues to caress her, looking down, then glances as Jabba as he licks his lips. Leia looks back down, in humiliation, as she puts her hands at her side, as her master continues to caress her.
The sun finally sets. Jabba and Leia head back to the Villa.
Once they arrive back at the villa, Jabba held a holographic conference with two of his cronies, who were finalizing a drug deal elsewhere on the outer rim.
Several times during the conference, Jabba gave brief tugs on the chain, making Leia tense; but fortunately, he seemed too involved in the deal to pay more attention to her.
Hearing the chain links jingle behind her as they were pulled taut, Leia tensed. "I said I want them there by this day" Jabba said, pulling slowly back on the chain. Feeling the collar tighten on the front of her throat, Leia firmed her abdomen and tried to lean away from the Hutt, but her throat began to be crushed; closing her eyes and silently gasping for air, she rocked back towards Jabba just as he mercifully slackened the chain, and straightening, she let her breath out.
As the meeting continues
Jabba began laughing, there came another firm yank on the chain. Leia didn't resist this time; With a choked gasp, she fell back on Jabba, hearing as well as feeling the fleshy plop of his gelatinous flesh as her bare back landed upon it, her head nestled into a dimple in its upper slope. Leia barely even paid attention as the Hutt's hand fell to her shoulder and began to rub it. She could only stare at the hologram.
Leia not paying attention, dozing off as the conference kept going. Not understand his cronies they made a comment about seeing her tight vagina and butt cheeks from the position she was in, as her gold plate only covered the front part of her vagina, while exposing the rest underneath. Jabba laughed as he stroked her naked shoulder, as she had her right hand holding the tip of his coiled tail. Jabba and his cronies mocked the princess as she lay back on her master's flesh with her pillows providing comfort on the already huge cushion of a dais.
Sometime later…
The conferences had gone all through the night, Jabba had fallen asleep. Leia lay at the edge of the dais that was a big cushioned pillow, reclined back against the pillows, using her left arm for support, her long braid dangled across her shoulder flowing down to her navel, as Jabba kept her chain taut. She peered outside, as she lay there in front of her master sensually. She saw a deer outside as it glowed with the spots it had on its body. It looked right back at Leia. The deer soon lept off away into the distance.
Leia, adjusts herself just bit against her pillows provided for her, as Jabba keeps her chain taut. She slowly moves her hand over her small gold crescent moon chastity plate with the design of a woman anatomy, feeling the gold plate that covered her pubis area of her vagina, she went underneath the plate that exposed her vagina from underneath as she felt it formed a camel toe. Jabba had all of Leia's body creamed with a lotion that removed all roots of hair removed, leaving Leia's already hairless smooth body smooth and hairless, and softer and smoother than before.
Although she liked being pampered by Jabba, she still was not used to her life as Jabba's slave, and having been dressed in skimpy outfits, especially the current one she was given.
Leia's sexuality was closely controlled as she was given nothing more that her skimpy slave girl outfit that made her look like a slut. Leia, knew Jabba only valued her beauty over her status, bringing her down to a young Rebel Princess down to the lowest life form, a...slave, because as a slave she has nothing to say of value to Jabba, and expects nothing out of her but her body. Leia despised that he enjoyed that he forced her to expose her sexuality, reduced her to a submissive sexual object. Her outfit was specifically made for Leia to accentuate her feminine figure, and as such it aroused and excited him, along with his henchmen and others that came in contact that saw her. He designed it to be as revealing as possible, removing any possibility of major bodily coverage so as to fully enjoy the sight of his sex slave's body, leaving little to no imagination. The gold inlay signified she was a princess, yet her exposed state showing she was under his control, and his slave.
Leia, felt vulnerable and uncomfortable. As a conservative princess with little regard for showing off her curvaceous physique. But, this was her life exposed for all to see and there was nothing she could do about it, her life as Jabba's slave, having been disconnected from the outside world. She didn't know what was going on in the galaxy or what the Empire was doing. But all she knew was that she was safe in Jabba's hands as weird as that sounded to her. Jabba treated her well, but in his own sadistic way. Having been living this life. He was proud of Leia for what she was to him and only focused on the scantily clad princess.
The scantily clad Leia slowly closes her eyes, as she being to fall asleep.
The Lake Retreat Part 2
We find Jabba and Leia in the lake country close to waterfalls, situated in a small area having a little picnic, with a long and large carpet on the grass that Jabba and Leia are on, with various objects around them for Jabba, with his snacks and drinks.
Jabba kept her at his side, touching her and whispering perverse things in her ear. Jabba gripped her chain tightly so as to keep her back rubbing against his belly, in case she would try to squirm away from him - and, of course, for the perverse pleasure he got from feeling her lovely skin.
Leia could feel the Hutt's life force firing through his nerves and twitching muscles, running from the base of its tail to its tip - the same tip which constantly made its presence known.
Jabba with the female servant by his side feeding him, as he also drank from his goblet, Leia looked at the animals roaming around the grassy terrain, eating the grass along with enjoy the view of the lakes and waterfalls that surrounded them.
Jabba gestured to Leia giving her permission to leave his side, as he slackens her chain giving her enough freedom as the chain would allow.
Leia gets up from the base of his tail as she wonders off, Jabba licks his lips at Leia's backside. walking around, she sees a big animal eating the grass. Leia reaches her arm out, as she slowly puts her hand on the head of the creature, as she slowly pets it.
Looking into its eyes, as he closes his eyes in comfort as she gently pets him. Leia. She smiles knowing she can give comfort to another being.
Leia notices a sea creature emerge from the lake then go back down into the lake. The creature then begins to nudge on her chastity plate a bit with his head. Leia could tell the creature was a child, Leia left it as she walks to the edge to the lake standing on a flat rock. Jabba, watches his scantily clad princess find her position on the rock.
She stands straight and regal, with her hands at her side. Looking at the vast landscape surrounding her. Leia's chain runs down her naked back, feeling the cold chain against her skin. As it jingles a bit, Leia glances at Jabba from a far, then turns back around looking at the vast landscape. There is a slight breeze in the air. Leia stands regal and straight, her buttocks clenched together. She felt her nipples erect underneath her pasties, her vagina cold and tightened up. Further more, she felt her snake armband as the metal radiated its coldness against her arm, and her bracelet on her other hand.
Leia knew not to sit on the rock as Jabba didn't want her dirty. Jabba drinks from his goblet while eating his food, gazing at the princess naked backside, as he plays with her chain, while she stands on her place on the rock.
A few hours had past…
Leia stood next to a big rock, with her hand gripping a small part of it, as she looked at the creatures roaming across the lake.
Leia only came back to her senses when a nightmare sound interrupted her: the chain jangling. "Like what you see, Leia?" Jabba called behind her, and the chain tightened. She twisted back and glared at the Hutt.
Then the chain was pulled again, much harder this time, and with a loud, half-choked gag, Leia was easily yanked away from her position. The chain was a cacophony of metallic jangling beneath her as she grunted, struggling to keep her feet beneath her as she ran after the tug, her breasts bouncing uncomfortably.
Her momentum continued to throw her forward, swinging her legs and arms out to brace herself. With a final grunt, she half-landed, half-climbed on Jabba's sloped bulk, trying to straighten herself even as her body gracelessly rammed against his, her belly and thighs coming into contact with his thick, doughy flesh with a most disgusting, fleshly smack.
Jabba grunted from the collision, and as Leia's ponytail swung around her left shoulder from the impact and caught between their joining fleshes, she took a heavy breath and sighed, a sick, sinking realization creeping through her. After a single yank on her chain, she had unwillingly-unconsciously-ran to Jabba and assumed a nearly perfect slave's embrace.
Leia immediately pressed her hands to Jabba's belly and tried to push herself away, but then something cool and soft pressed her between her shoulder blades-fingers, which she recognized from the female servant. Ever attentive, Jabba's female servant pressed her hand firmly against her spine, pinning her in place against the Hutt. Narrowing his eyes, Jabba cooed in her face, "My pretty Leia," his slurring words uttered on a rank, heavy breath that was foul and heavy with half-digested wine. Leia turned her head away in disgust, her breasts heaving into thick, squishy rolls with wet squelching sounds as she sighed, and saw he was holding his goblet beside her head-and moving it quickly closer. As the Hutt added, still speaking in the same, sickeningly suggestive purr: "I hope you're enjoying your time my princess," she tensed and looked back at him, eyeing his huge, dribbling lips where they spoke uncomfortably close to her chest...
Turning back to Jabba, Leia watched as he wordlessly offered her the goblet. She reluctantly raised her hands to take it from him, but then he pulled it away, and she lowered her hands in humiliated realization. Blushing furiously, Leia waited for the Hutt to position the goblet before her in his hand until its glass rim touched her lips.
He unsteadily tipped it up and forced her to drink. As she'd anticipated, the wine's flavor was bitter and smoky, but it had a fruity flavor that was surprisingly inoffensive; she swallowed, but the Hutt raised the glass higher, and Leia had to force herself to take another mouthful to keep up. She gulped it down hard, but the Hutt kept tipping up the goblet, coughing, feeling a rush of warmth inside her-and a wall of slimy flesh quaking and jiggling against her half-naked body as the Hutt burst out laughing.
"I'm sure my lovely is very tired, just as I am." Leia, not able to use her voice, couldn't voice her protestation. Jabba, with his hands still on her belly, gestured her with a command of his hand pointing at the space in front of him. Leia finding a position that was relatively comfortable for the time being.
She shuffled away from him on the edge of the large rug. Leia reclined back against the pillows, using her left arm for support while using her shoulder to support her head, and placed her right hand on her outer thigh.
Barley having enough room on the rug, she hated that her gold plate only covered the front part of her vagina, while exposing the rest underneath the plate, in the position she was in didn't help as everyone could see her womanhood and her rear as she slept nearly naked, chained to the neck, but thankfully it was just Jabba and the servant. Leia, never slept outdoors with her master, so this was a first for her sleeping on a rug outside in the lake country of Nal Hutta. She was grateful she had her pillows to comfort her.
Leia gazed at the landscape, that surrounded her as she lay sensually in front of her master. She began to yawn. Her eyes began to close, as the scantily clad Leia falls asleep.
Hours later…
As Leia slept, she felt the tip of her master's tail caress her vagina gently, throughout the time they were taking their nap.
An hour later…
Leia and Jabba both had been awake, as she sat in front of her master, as they both were enjoying the landscape, but knowing Jabba he was enjoying his princess the most. Hearing the chain links jingle behind her as they were pulled taut, Leia tensed.
Jabba drunk, Pulling slowly back on the chain. Feeling the collar tighten on the front of her throat, Leia firmed her abdomen and tried to lean away from the Hutt, but her throat began to be crushed; closing her eyes and silently gasping for air, she rocked back towards Jabba her butt cheeks clenched together as her stomach tightened just as he mercifully slackened the chain, and straightening, she let her breath out.
Leia glanced back at her master at the corner of her eye, with annoyance. He was speaking with his female servant, as Leia glanced at them a few times trying to figure out what they were talking about.
Jabba tugged the chain very hard then, and with a choked cry, Leia fell back on his fleshy belly. Grabbing the collar and shaking her head, Leia fought against her cruel captor, but Jabba was too strong for her, and kept her struggling upon his belly.
He slackened the chain enough for Leia to push herself upright, coughing and gagging..
NIGHT
Leia sits in her regal position in front of her master as they both was some entertainment, in their room. Jabba drunk and smoking from his hookah. Suddenly, Jabba yanks on her chain, causing her to fall back, but catching herself as she tilts her head at the female slave, as if telling her what she must deal with, with an annoyance on her face. Leia sits back up, as she tries to enjoy the sports event. Hearing the chain links jingle behind her. Looking down in shame, Jabba caresses her back, looking down at his scantily clad princess form. Leia looks back up, watching the sport event as Jabba caressed her back.
Jabba speaking in Huttesse, screaming at what was going on in the event with his booming voice. Jabba in a fit of anger, came another firm yank on the chain. Leia didn't resist this time; With a choked gasp, she fell back on Jabba, hearing as well as feeling the fleshy plop of his gelatinous flesh as her bare back landed upon it, her head nestled into a dimple in its upper slope. Leia barely even paid attention as the Hutt's hand fell to her shoulder and began to rub it.
Leia not paying attention, dozing off as they watch the sports event occurring. Not understanding the two guards standing at the door, as Jabba's hand rubbed her shoulder. They made a comment about seeing her tight vagina and butt cheeks from the position she was in, as her gold plate only covered the front part of her vagina, while exposing the rest underneath. Jabba laughed as he stroked her naked shoulder, as she had her right hand holding the tip of his coiled tail. His two guards mocked the princess as she lay back on her master's flesh with her pillows providing comfort on the already huge cushion of a dais.
They continued to watch the event. Leia, dozed off for a bit, thinking about her life as Jabba's slave. She was glad that he pampered her to some extent, even though she was reduced to a sex slave. The pillows did provide some comfort on the stone dais and the one they were currently on right now which was just a big cushion like the one on the sail barge. She felt safe around Jabba, although she was his slave, and scantily clad. He did take care of her, which she did appreciate. Even in her current circumstance as his slave. Her right hand lay on her stomach as it moved up and down from her breathing silently.
Jabba looked down at Leia as she lay against her master's belly, as she felt it against her cheek, giving her a slight smirk, as the her chain ran across his belly jingled a bit. Liking his lips in excitement. His belly jiggled a bit against Leia's naked back. Jabba allowed her to sit back up, as she sat regally in front of her master. Leia started to hear noises coming from the hallway of the villa. It was Jabba's goons and men entering, along with his brother Grappa, with Ana in her tiny white teardrop clear strap g-string bikini, wearing her clear high heels, with a white collar attached to her neck, as Grappa held her chain, as her hair was combed back and put in a long plait, that hung over her shoulder. Leia looked down in embarrassment. As a few servants showed them their rooms, while Salacious jumped on the throne, sitting in his usual place inside his coiled tail. Leia looked up, noticed everyone was tired, as they came for a reason, but she didn't know why. Grappa conversed with Jabba with Ana stood their next to his side, looking down.
Jabba snorted and growled in amusement. The Hutt delivered a quick, hard yank on her chain. She blinked and gagged as she felt herself pitch backwards, but was able to catch herself. Leia was able to sit upright again. Hutt began laughing, she looked helplessly back up at Jabba as the Grappa looked at Leia's nearly naked form.
Salacious next to her looks at her lustfully. Leia makes eye contact with him, giving him a face of embarrassment, She glanced down at her half-naked body, at the long, thick, green tail that slithered and wiggled beside her bare thigh.
Grappa and Ana started to leave the room as the slave escorted them to their room in the villa. Leia lurched forward, as Ana looked back at Leia. She felt the presence of the collar around her neck as Jabba tugged her back slowly. Suddenly Bib was beside her, shooting her a surreptitious, assuring glance. She sighed deeply to restore her spirits. Jabba, for his part, was intoxicated by the power he had just demonstrated to his captive princess.
Looking at her naked back, glancing down at her buttocks, and licking his lips as he looks at his slave princess. Salacious Crumb cackled maniacally and jeered at Leia, referring to her by several insulting and highly sexual titles given to females, as a way to degrade her.
Leia glanced back at him, with a face of humiliation.
Moments Later…
As Leia was being held against the sleeping Hutt's belly. She hated being half-naked in public and not being able to move from the disgusting Hutt's belly, but now, she was too tired to resist and not even very aware of it, at least not consciously. Jabba then moved his hand down to her shoulder and began to stroke her bare arm and the soft hair on her head. Too exhausted to resist while in her state of REM sleep, Leia subconsciously tried to ignore Jabba to no avail.
While she leaned against Jabba, his skin excreted a gas as it often did, causing a noxious stench to emanate from the Hutt's body. Leia was awakened instantly, coughing and gagging from the gas. The princess scowled at being forced awake and leaned back onto her pillows, trying her hardest to fall asleep again to no avail. Jabba was cold-blooded, he had no body heat to warm her with. His skin was absolutely frigid, but worse was her only form of clothing, with her metal bikini if you could call it that devoid of padding making her feel like she were leaning against an iceberg.
Leia let herself fall into a deep meditative trance, but did not fully sleep - a technique Luke had taught her. She had been overwhelmed by the Hutt's initial sexual assault and debasement of her body.
During her meditation, she focused on her body. She felt all the little nuances of her feminine anatomy, feeling her vagina tighten at the thought of Han being with her again, feeling her vulva grow numb from the ice-cold golden plate that was over it, feeling her intact hymen.
However, during this time Jabba continued to stroke Leia's hair and shoulders, enjoying the slave princess's exposed body. As he began to gently rub her tummy, his tail slowly stroked up and down Leia's upper thigh, dangerously close to her bare womanhood. Staring down Leia's cleavage, Jabba drooled. Jabba's tail quickened its movements and poked under Leia's small plate that left her exposed underneath seeking and probing about her forbidden, feminine regions. Jabba's hand then slid from her shoulder to the top of one of her breasts and squeezed, as if testing the soft, supple mound.
Leia groaned and moved a hand to protect her breasts. Jabba couldn't wait until morning when the Princess's mood would once again be fiery and obstinate. He greatly enjoyed violating the defiant princess. His tail continued to move under in close proximity of her vagina, moving further upward until it found its target. Leia's virgin womanhood was left exposed under the small plate and Jabba's tail slowly moved against it, pressing into it just the slightest bit. The Hutt smiled as a disgusted and exhausted groan emitted from Leia's throat. Withdrawing his hand, Jabba allowed sleep to take him as well. Even asleep, however, the Hutt's complex brain continued to work out business plans and schemes, as well as plans for the Princess.
In the late hours of the morning, Leia felt the sensation of Jabba's fat tail wriggling against her bare thighs. She tried to move away, but the collar's shortened leash made it impossible. Salacious Crumb looked on in anticipation, knowing what would come next when the Hutt woke up. Leia tried not to think why the vile monkey-lizard looked so excited.
She lay in front of her master sensually; her body reclined back against the pillows, her left arm used for support, using her shoulder to support her head.
Barley having enough room on the throne, she hated that her gold plate only covered the top part of her vagina, while exposing the rest underneath the plate, in the position she was in didn't help as everyone could see her womanhood and her rear as she slept nearly naked, chained to the neck.
Wearing nothing more than her round pasties that covered her nipples that were in the same design as her previous tops, along with her gold crescent moon plate covering the top part of her vagina, exposing the rest that it didn't cover, her Jerba leather boots, her snake armband on her left arm, her bracelet on her right arm, with her gold hair clips holding her bun in place as her long braid dangled across her shoulder flowing down to her navel with a gold hair fastener formed a pony tail at the end of the braid.
It had still been pretty late and still dark. It was cold and this outfit she was wearing was not helping at all her body felt firm, her breasts were firm from the cold, her vagina formed a camel toe. Lying sprawled in her usual position across her master, she was somewhat comfortable thanks to the pillows that were provided for her, her right hand on her hip, as Jabba's tail swayed sideways against her right butt cheek. Leia peered to her side as some guests were leaving the private room, as the looked at the nearly naked princess making of obscene gestures towards her.
Leia's chain jingles against her naked back as Leia looks up at her master commanding her to go back to sleep.
Leia, obeyed her master, closing her eyes.
As she slept, Salacious remained awake for several more minutes. Enjoying the slave princess's exposed body. Jabba's tail slowly stroked up and down Leia's upper thigh, dangerously close to her womanhood. Staring at Leia's bare cleavage, Salacious drooled at the enslaved princess, and missed being by her side.
Salacious enjoyed having Leia by his side as he had the better view than everyone else. He gazed at Leia's nearly naked body, looking at her luscious naked legs with her Jerba leather boots on her feet, working his way up to her womanhood, drooling at the site of her exposed womanhood that formed a camel toe due to the coldness with only the gold plate covering a small part of her pubis area of her vagina, as Salacious liked that Jabba had all of Leia's body, Leia's body smooth body. As Leia breathed slowly, Salacious glances at her tight stomach as it moves up and down slowly while Leia breaths, then finally back at her exposed firm breasts with only the bra cups covering her nipples.
Next Day
Just then Leia heard a voice in the corridor-it was Bib She rose up instinctively, yet minding the short tether of her chain, and peered at the shadowy stairs which lead down into the throne room where she now resided.
Meanwhile, Jabba's major-domo, Bib Fortuna, had climbed the steps beside Jabba's throne and leaned in close to the Hutt's ear.
"Master!"
Jabba awoke at once with a booming shout and reflexively tightened his grip on Leia's chain.
His major-domo had just interrupted a wonderful dream of having sex with Leia. Hutt growled, while shortening the tether on Leia's chain.
Leia, knew Jabba didn't like being woken up especially by Bib, as it would cause Jabba to be aggressive and lecherous with her chain. Which she despised.
There was a shudder as the throne's repulorlift coils reactived, and the room seemed to move around the. Disorienting Leia for a moment. As Jabba drove the throne out of the room, he began to grope her body.
As if she had not been molested and humiliated enough, Jabba continued to grope Leia. She squeezed her eyes shut against the scene. Jabba had no idea how much this angered her, especially considering that he did so openly in front of his couriers, who laughed, cheered and jeered at them as they boarded the yacht. After he was done, the throne was rolled into position on the lower deck, The yacht lifted off the water and turned out from the hangars, into the ocean.
Leia sitting by Jabbba's side, sitting on the base of his mighty tail, Jabba felt Leia's tight, round buttocks against his tail. Beside her sat two Jawas next to the scantily clad princess as well, one of whom was fanning her mockingly before the Hutt and his men.
Eventually Jabba release Leia's leash and she moved forward, passing between the men who had taunted her, and taking up a position by one of the yachts open windows. As the princess walked away from him, he admired her scantily clad body: her exposed buttocks and the sinuous movements of her hips, the pendulum motion of her braid as it danced across her stomach. Then he returned to conversing with his men about the excitement to come.
Thankfully though, she was able to gaze out the window, and even place her hand on the railing of the window. Gazing at the vast ocean, noticing some sea creators.
Leia glanced back at Jabba, watching him eat and drink, while slow music was being played, she was grateful that at least Jabba let her be alone for the time being despite still being collared to him, as she would always be to him.
Having stood by the window for some time the slight ocean breeze the ocean made her pert firm breasts firmer, hardening her nipples, while also making her vagina tight forming a camel toe, as the crotch plate only covered the front part of her vagina, and making her butt cheeks clench together.
A handful of men surrounded her mocking her while they enjoyed the view of the nearly naked princess's body, one of them pointing out that they could see part of the her vagina from what the gold plate didn't cover from underneath.
Leia glances at Jabba, as he makes eye contact with her. Licking his lips looking at her lustfully, keeping her chain taut. She looks back out the window. Leia trying to ignore the men and women crude catcalls they'd shout at her.
Leia licked her lips in determination, as she gazed outside, while the handful of men, women and scum stood around or near of her. Lustfully staring at her and talking about her, while other mocked her and called her horrendous names.
An hour has passed…
Leia and Jabba along with the whole party on the yacht, with some on the exterior observation deck of the yacht. Jabba was staring at Leia's rounded backside causing him to drool. He used his tail to stroke just above the gold lining of Leia's boot. Leia, however, was completely unaware of Jabba's sexual harassment. Leia was cold, from the ocean breeze. The outfit wasn't helping one bit, her whole body tightened up, due to the coldness of the air surrounding her nearly naked body.
While Jabba had a goblet in his hand, as he gazed at Leia looking at the many oceans of Nal Hutta as she stood in front of Jabba was staring at Leia's rounded backside causing him to drool. Keeping her chain taut. Jabba to Leia "I hope you're enjoying the view beautiful," Leia turned to Jabba then looked back at the view. She was enjoying it abit not in her current situation. Wearing such small attire, as she felt the slight cold breeze against her nearly naked body, her breasts were firm and hard, her woman hood had formed a camel toe due to the coldness, and her buttocks clenched together as she stood up straight with her hands at her side.
Despite not having much to cover her scantily clad body, Leia was still not used to cold, and it proved most uncomfortable. It was hard to believe that she could be cold regardless of where she was at.
She closed her eyes, thought about wearing some nice clothes that covered her and would suffice nicely loosely wrapped to allow ventilation during the day, while layered to keep out the chill, and keep her body heat in. suddenly, her chain jingled, reminding her that was all gone. And what she was being forced to wear as a replacement did absolutely nothing to warm her.
Jabba caressing her lower right back where her birthmark is at, as that is one of Jabba's favorite spots to molest and touch Leia, as he found that attractive. Ana had approached Leia and Jabba. Leia surprised she did have her collar on. Offered Leia a drink. Leia glanced over at Jabba as if to get permission to drink. Jabba spoke to Ana commanding her to give Leia some of the drink, as he played with her chain, as it jingled across her naked back.
Ana moves very close to Leia, as both their half-naked bodies touch Leia against her belly, as she puts one hand on Ana's hand holding the drink in an embrace. Leia glances at the drink, then back at Ana. Reminding her of her embraces she has with Jabba. Ana then moved the cup even closer to Leia's luscious lips.
Drink," he commanded. Leia glanced at Jabba, The combination of his fiery gaze and deep, overpowering voice left Leia with no choice but to comply. She raised her free arm and reached for the cup. Rather than let it go, though, Ana guided it and her hand to her mouth and squeezed her arm gently but firmly with his other hand.
Closing her eyes and trying to forget where she was, Leia opened her mouth and soon felt the cold glass against her lips. The bitter, running liquid of the fine Huttese wine hit her tongue, along with the taste provided by the residue of his drool on the glass. Leia almost gagged in disgust, barely retaining her poise. Still, she remained ever the princess. However, Ana continued to press the goblet against her lips, forcing her to drink even more of the vile brew. As she drank several more mouthfuls. Ana stopped, as Jabba commanded her to leave. Leia felt a bit dizzy from the drink that was given to her. Salacious, sitting in his usual spot, laughing at the slave princess in mockery.
Enjoying his view of her, as he lustfully looks at her from his position while she stands next to her master. Leia, stands in front of her master, arms by her side, looking around her. Seeing everyone talk, drink, eat, and roam free, something she longed for so long, but couldn't have. Salacious sits next to Leia's legs as he caresses her leg just above the gold lining of her boot. Enjoying the princess naked leg. Leia felt her collar tighten a bit, as she rocked back for just a moment. Her rear touching Jabba's stomach, as Jabba kept her on a very short tether and the chain taut.
Jabba with the other hand, from behind slowly started to caress her womanhood gently, Leia closed her eyes, as Jabba slowly caressed her vagina with a finger, thinking to herself on why she hated her outfit so much, and hated the small crescent moon chastity plate that covers her bare pubis area, and left her vagina exposed from underneath. Her vagina was wet, and Jabba liked that. Most of the guests gathered around watched as Jabba violated her, Leia let out a small moan. Jabba stopped as he accomplished was he wanted out of Leia. Leia opened her eyes, noticing those gathered around who had witnessed what just occurred. Leia looked down in shame, as everyone looked at the humiliated Leia.
Leia felt drunk, and empty headed. The liquor the Hutts drank was strong.
A few hours had passed.
Both Jabba and Leia sitting on the throne, with Leia sitting at the base of his tail, and Salacious in his spot. Leia sat regally on the base of her master's tail. Some dancers were performing, and Ana was one of them, as Leia and the rest of the crowd watched.
Keeping her chain taut. Jabba's tongue hangs out of his mouth as he panted with excitement, his other hand beginning to explore her as well. Leia feels Jabba's hand on her shoulder as he caresses it, comforting her.
Jabba scans Leia's nearly half naked body as she sits up straight on the base of his, from head to toe looking at her dolled up face, earrings, her hair bun, and plait dangling over her shoulder as the long plait stopped at her tight round navel, then glancing at her hard-firm breasts, with only the two small round pasties that covered her nipples, Jabba gives Leia a slight jerk on her chain, a silent reminder of her place as she glances back at him.
Jabba looks at her snake armband on her left upper arm and bracelet on her right arm. He then glances at her small front skirt plate that is only covering the front of her womanhood, showing off her legs. Lastly, Jabba looks at her rear clenched together as she sits regally and straight on his tail then at her Jerba leather boots, then back at her ass licking his lips.
Leia keeping her composure as Jabba strokes her back, Jabba continues to stroke them. Enjoying the view, he has of Leia. Licking his lips. She looks down nervously, as Jabba continues to caress her, looking down, then glances as Jabba as he licks his lips. Leia looks back down, as the crowd watches the performance. Leia kept her legs closed as she didn't want anyone having a peak of her womanhood, while she sat at the base of her master's tail. Jabba loosened his grip on her chain, letting it dangle on her back, as he continued to caress her naked back.
Leia noticed that some guests were gathered behind Jabba, looking at the scantily clad princess while others were trying to get to see her back view who hadn't before. Leia, felt vulnerable and uncomfortable. She was still not comfortable or used to being nearly naked even after all this time. She didn't even know how long she had been Jabba's slave. But she dreaded every moment of it. The dance number ended, Leia felt a slight jerk on her chain, interrupting her train of thought. Glancing back at Jabba as he looks at her back, he licks his lips, as she feels his blubber jiggle a bit beneath her butt cheeks.
Out of nowhere one of Jabba's men shot and killed a guest, Leia lurched forward without hesitation, as Jabba and the guests laughed at the goon that was shot. Jabba laughs, as Leia gazed at the dead body on the floor of the yacht. She felt the presence of the collar around her neck as Jabba slowly tugged her back.
Jabba put his hand on Leia's arm, gently stroking it, as he moved the chain to his other hand. Jabba uttered a guttural confirmation as Leia looked on with concern, placing her pliable fingers between the collar and the skin of her tender neck so she could maintain a view of the dead body on the ground as the Hutt continued to tug on her leash possessively. Many of the guests started kicking and spitting on the body, why others just randmonly shot the body with their blasters.
Only Leia was horrified, aghast at the betrayal and lack of sympathy she witnessed in Jabba's men and especially in Jabba himself. Jabba's bloodlust cause him to pull Leia's leash, as the princess fought desperately to see. Salacious Crumb cackled maniacally and jeered at Leia, referring to her by several insulting and highly sexual titles given to females, as a way to degrade her.
The Hutt began to stroke her hair and shoulder to try to console himself over the guests' demise. As he ran his putrid hand over her shoulder and dangerously close to her chest, she attempted to squirm away and even push away Jabba's hand. She gasped, choking, but Jabba still continued to run his lustful hand over Leia's shoulder.
Jabba commanded for the body to be thrown over board into the Nal Hutta ocean. One of the men drunkly called out Leia. "I'm here!" she called out assuringly, only to be silenced by an even firmer pull from Jabba. This had been the first time in a long time she heard her voice and spoke. In the time he had possessed Princess Leia as his slave, he had already come to understand her personality and strength.
Salacious Crumb, seated besides his master and observing his thick tail thrashing excitedly against the princess's leg, as she sat on the base of his tail.
Leia, seated at the base of the tail of Jabba and feeling him play with her body. Everyone on the yacht was enjoying their festivities. Jabba licked his lips and pulled on Leia's leash insistently. The princess reluctantly allowed herself to be pulled back and felt his hand rub up and down her back and then return to stroking her hair.
She closed her eyes in abhorrence and then glared back backwards without turning her head.
Moments later…She gasped in surprise as a chuckling Jabba then tugged on Leia's leash until she landed with a quiet plop on his slimy yet soft belly at the base of his tail, as she lay on his belly next to his right arm. Leia sighed in discomfort and leaned back against her Master with no resistance.
His hand then went downward, rubbing her midriff in smooth, gentle strokes. He gurgled, stroking her breasts and making the nipples harden as she felt an unwelcome moistness form between her legs. The crowd laughed and jeered at her nearly nude form, making crude comments about her body and sexuality.
Jabba gripped her chain tightly so as to keep her back rubbing against his belly, and of course to prevent her from squirming away. Jabba, "my lovely lady, my sweet Leia..."
After several hours had passed, some of the guards Jabba was conversing with began to talk about Leia. They stared at her with lust and bulging crotches. They spoke of Jabba's impressive domination of the princess. Jabba knew that they were both just brown nosing with the hopes of having Leia for themselves, but Jabba was possessive of his slave princess.
There were other slave girls in the harem that the guards could indulge themselves in. Still, the guards fantasized, the lurid details of their imaginations making Leia burn with rage at being treated like a prize to be won. Her anger soon turned to worry.
Leia could feel the Hutt's life force firing through his nerves and twitching muscles, running from the base of its tail to its tip - the same tip which constantly made its presence known.
Sensing Leia's defeated posture, Jabba turned towards her and spoke gently-but mockingly-to her while he stroked her lovely face. As she lay on his belly, sitting at the base of his tail.
Jabba eventually released her leash, finally letting it trail on the floor. "You may leave my side now, my princess." He said as Leia jumped up, while Jabba took hold of her braid and fondled it with his fat fingers before she left his side. Here she was, a princess of Alderaan, captive to a smelly, lust-filled Hutt. Her priceless virginity stolen from her by this foul beast. Kept on the leash completely nearly naked like an animal by his side. Leia shuddered at the thought as she made her way to the windows and passed between the men who had taunted her. The cold breeze of Nal Hutta. As the princess walked away from him, he admired her scantily clad body: her exposed buttocks and the sinuous movements of her hips, the pendulum motion of her braid as it danced across her stomach. Then he returned to conversing with his men about the excitement to come.
She reached the window and felt her collar tighten. Her throat constricted she turned her head to look at Jabba, assuming that he was pulling on it to bring her back to him. But when she looked, she saw his attention had returned to conversing. She had reached the end of the chain's length, she couldn't move any further away from him.
Thankfully though, she was able to gaze out the window, and even place her hand on the railing of the window.
Leia looks outside, hearing the music of the Max Rebo Band playing. Having stood by the window for some time the slight cold breeze from the cold outsid, having made her pert firm breasts firmer, hardening her nipples, while also making her vagina tight underneath the small crotch plate, and making her butt cheeks clench together. A squid like creature One of Jabba's men approached Leia. Leia noticing his facial features of The Quarren squid-like with four facial tentacles which protruded from their lower jaw. He had a pair of deep, turquoise eyes and finned hands with suction-tipped fingers, who had two long protrusions that extended from either side of their faces, and gill-like structures that were actually hearing organs. Leia glances at him and as she is about to respond suddenly Jabba tugs on it, silencing her, reminding her of her place.
The Quarren glances down at Leia's birthmark on her lower right back "Princess you have an exquisite body, and the birthmark of yours makes it all the more divine." Looking at him in disgust, not understanding what he was saying to her but knew he was lusting for her.
Jabba too drunk to notice, and conversing.
He pokes at her birthmark on her lower right back, then pokes it again, Leia stares back at him not saying a thing, just giving him an expression of annoyance.
But a soft tug on her leash told her this was not to be the case. She turned back to glare at Jabba then back at the Quareen, then carried on looking out the window, feeling that she had made a royal statement.
The Quarren caresses Leia's soft naked back as she looks outside the window, gazing at the vast ocean and sea creatures above water.
A handful of men surrounded her mocking her while they enjoyed the view of the nearly naked princess's body, one of them pointing out that they could see part of her vagina from what the gold plate didn't cover from underneath.
The Quarren playing with her braid as it dangled on her naked back moved it across her shoulder as it dangled against her stomach. Leia looking at him with disgust wishing Jabba would command him to stop but he was distracted talking to his goons.
The Quarren continues to caress the nearly naked Leia, with his hand going down her tight stomach, with one finger going around in circles around her navel. Leia feeling humiliated, as she did not like being touched especially by Jabba but she couldn't do anything about her situation, she is a slave, nearly naked and chained to the neck.
Leia's sexuality was closely controlled as she was given nothing more that her skimpy slave girl outfit and made to look like a slut. Leia was forbidden to have any positions. As a slave girl she was not allowed anything except for what Jabba provided to Leia. Having been a princess reduced to a sex slave. Leia was only given her slave outfit which left the slave princess no modesty. It left her completely exposed for everyone to see. Having a collar around her neck made out of gold like the rest of her outfit to show her status as a princess to everyone. She was only provided the clothes given to her by Jabba, the collar around her neck, her boots, arm and wrist bracelet, the small space provided for her on the dais, and her pillows to lay on.
Jabba believed she belonged: exposed, silent, on a leash, and available for his sexual desires.
Leia keeping her composure as the Quarren strokes her buttocks, as they are clenched together, and continues to stroke them. Enjoying the view he has of Leia. Licking his lips.
Bib walks up to the Quarren, telling him that Jabba has commanded him to not touch his princess, he stops touching Leia. As, they both converse to each other, Leia looks at them speaking to each other. Bib gave Leia a devilish smirk, as the Quarren stood next to Bib.
She felt Bib Fortuna's hand with its sharp nails press against her back, as she was slightly pushed against her metal of the yacht, feeling her nearly naked body against the cold steel. Bib mentioned to Leia, that she is not allowed to be touched by anyone, unless her master gave permission.
Leia, looking at Bib with a face of dread as he spoke to her, somewhat understanding her, as Bib lectured her, in the way she was dressed as it drew attention to those who saw her, and calling her a slut for the way she was dressed. Leia, surprised as this came from Bib, knowing full well, Bib enjoyed the way she was dressed.
Her outfit was specifically made for Leia to accentuate her feminine figure, and as such it aroused and excited Jabba, along with his henchmen and others that came in contact that saw her. He designed it to be as revealing as possible, removing any possibility of major bodily coverage so as to fully enjoy the sight of his sex slave's body, leaving little to no imagination. The gold inlay signified she was a princess, yet her exposed state showing she was under his control, and his slave.
Bib, knowingly mocking Leia in the lecture he was giving her as his hand pressed against her back. Leia, felt vulnerable and uncomfortable. As a conservative princess with little regard for showing off her curvaceous physique, yet here was Bib lecturing her and calling her a slut for the attention she was drawing to herself. When she was forced to wear the outfits that had been given to her.
Her sexuality was closely controlled as she was given nothing more that her skimpy slave girl outfit that made her look like a slut. Leia, knew Jabba only valued her beauty over her status, bringing her down to a young Rebel Princess down to the lowest life form, a...slave, because as a slave she has nothing to say of value to Jabba, and expects nothing out of her but her body. Leia despised that he enjoyed that he forced her to expose her sexuality, reduced her to a submissive sexual object.
Bib, left Leia, as she glared at him with a face of annoyance. Leia looked back at the vast ocean, still feeling the alcohol in her body, and a bit dizzy.
A few moments later. A fight had broken out in front of Leia, as she turned around to look at the two creatures on the floor going at it. Jabba sees Leia, standing there not knowing what to do as the two fight on the floor in front of her. Leia knew she couldn't be there, Jabba jerked her chain, commanding her to go to him. This time she had to obey as she didn't want to deal with running to her master in the middle of the fight and crowd. Leia, slowly worked her way up to her master, as the fight continued. She reached the big cushion dais, as Jabba gestured her to sit in front of him.
The Princess shuffled in her place on the throne, Sitting on the far edge in her regal position of the stone dais, Jabba's tail rubs against Leia's naked her bubble butt.
The fight had stopped, everyone take a nap In the dim coolness of the yachts main chamber, Mighty Jabba slept, dozing peacefully as his enormous hulk rested on the stone expanse of his dais, his head bowed slightly, eyes tightly shut. He breathed in and out through his nostrils, from which mucus slowly dripped, giving his breathing a deep, wheezing, but also quiet, sound.
His courtiers, guards and various other scum and villainy lay here and there thrughout the cavernous room, huddled into corners, snuggling into piles, sprawling here and there on the floor and sleeping sitting up on the steps, all snoring peacefully. Apart from the gentle sounds of their sleeping, softly drowned out by the Hutt's congested snoring, there was no noise in the chamber save for the soft chittering of Salacious Crumb watched Mighty Jabba's thick tail wriggling against the bare thigh of his master's most prized possession.
His Princess. His slave.
Leia Organa. Around her throat was an ornate golden collar. It kept her close to her master at all times, for a chain hung from the front of it, trailing gently down her side and around her back, up into the small, fat, almost childlike hands of Mighty Jabba. Even while he slept, he dared not release the chain that kept his prize bound to him in servitude.
She lay sprawled sensually before his great bloated belly on the dais, unable to sleep, wide awake in the stillness, looking at the floor and ignoring Salacious Crumb. It wasn't that she wasn't comfortable. Jabba's pliant belly felt good against her naked back, and the pillows were of the finest silks and velvets, stained though they were in slime, drool, mucus, and various other unmentionable bodily fluids. She was in the lap of luxury, almost literally, for the very tail that so held Crumb's interest was partially curled around Leia and her nest of pillows, providing a nice, moist hollow for the nearly naked human female to recline in.
No, she couldn't sleep because anger burned inside her. Anger at the fact she'd fallen so far so fast. Once, she'd been a senator for Alderaan and a princess in one of its foremost royal houses, not to mention a highly respected leader of the Rebellion. And now she was a slave and plaything. She'd been robbed of her freedom, stripped of her clothes and then her dignity, and forced to endure the vilest of depravities, and to watch her companions die grisly deaths one by one.
A few hours later, everyone on the yacht was back at it with the festivities. Leia and Jabba on the lower deck, on a platform on the water, as she sits in front of her master as he let Leia pet a whale that submerged its's head above water. Leia smiling in joy as she pets the whales forehead.
Jabba gazes at Leia's backside as she pets the whale, then suddenly, water came out of its snout. Leia immediately reclined backward, as Jabba yanked her backwards so she didn't get wet from the water. Leia glanced at Jabba, as he licked his lips. He gestured, letting her know, she can continue. Suddenly a baby whale came up, Leia surprised. She wanted to say how cute the baby was, but Jabba wouldn't allow her to speak.
The sound of her laughter infuriated her Hutt master, who yanked angrily on her leash more powerfully than ever. The jolt made the half-naked sex slave fly back against his massive bulk, but Jabba continued to pull on her chain as he shouted with rage.
The whales suddenly disappeared.
Leia fell into an awkward position against Jabba and began to choke. As Leia gasped and desperately pulled at her collar below him, Jabba's thick tail beat violently into her side, further punishing her for her insubordination. Only when the princess looked up at him with pleading eyes did the Hutt relent his choking grip on her leash.
Certain that he had taught her an important lesson in obedience, Jabba allowed the princess to sit up, but still kept her on a short tether. As Leia finally gulped fresh air back into her aching lungs, the Hutt began to stroke her hair and shoulder to try to console himself over her disobedience.
Leia had recovered her strength enough to resist Jabba's molestation. As he ran his putrid hand over her shoulder and dangerously close to her chest, she attempted to squirm away and even push away Jabba's hand.
She gasped, choking, but Jabba still continued to run his lustful hand over Leia's shoulder.
Jabba and Leia back in the main chamber in the yacht. Her head nestled into a dimple in its upper slope. Leia barely even paid attention as the Hutt's hand fell to her shoulder and began to rub it. She could only stare at the guests and henchmen as the yacht headed back to the villa.
Leia not paying attention, dozing off as the festivities kept going. Not understanding most of his cronies they made a comment about seeing her tight vagina and butt cheeks from the position she was in, as her gold plate only covered the front her pubis area of her vagina, while exposing the rest underneath. Salacious gazing at Leia, Jabba laughed as he stroked her naked shoulder, as she had her right hand holding the tip of his coiled tail. Jabba and his cronies mocked the princess as she lay back on her master's flesh with her pillows providing comfort on the already huge cushion of a dais.
Salacious enjoying the slave princess's exposed body. Jabba's tail slowly stroked up and down Leia's upper thigh, dangerously close to her womanhood. Salacious touching Leia's bare cleavage, drooled at the enslaved princess.
Salacious enjoyed having Leia by his side as he had the better view than everyone else. He caressed Leia's nearly naked body, gently caressing at her luscious naked legs with her Jerba leather boots on her feet, working his way up to her womanhood, drooling at the site of her exposed womanhood that formed a camel toe due to the coldness with only the gold plate covering a small part of her pubis area of her vagina, that was hairless, as Salacious liked that Jabba had all of Leia's body creamed with a lotion that removed all roots of hair removed, leaving Leia's body smooth and hairless. As Leia breathed slowly, Salacious caresses at her tight stomach as it moves up and down slowly while Leia breaths, then finally back at her exposed firm breasts with only the pasties covering her nipples.
Salacious moves his hand down below the small crotch plate, slowly making his way to her beneath the plate. Salacious gently pokes her vagina, as Leia looks at him with annoyance. He pokes at it again. He slowly puts his finger into her vagina, laughing with joy. As almost everyone is busy doing their own thing, a few watch what is about to occur. Salacious slowly fingers her wet vagina, mocking Leia. Calling her disrespectful names. Leia closes her eyes, as she is being violated by Salacious feeling a sensation of pleasure, she lets out a small moan of pleasure as Salacious continues to finger her pussy. Leia let out a few more moans of satisfaction as a handful of the guests looked and cheered at the princess being violated by Salacious. Salacious cackled and cheered. Leia let out one loud moan, as she lay against her masters belly. He stops. As Leia opens her eyes, as Salacious mocks Leia moving back into his position.
A few men gather around Salacious as he sits in his spot inside Jabba's coiled tale. Conversing with him as Leia lays on her masters belly. She glances over as a few of the men are standing in front of her speaking with Salacious. One of them with his hand on her knee that is slightly off the edge of the cushion. Seeing Leia vagina as she lay there, he was tempted to touch it, but resisted the urge to, as he knew she was humiliated enough., but as Leia glanced at the guest, he licked his lips as his eyes ponder to her exposed vagina.
Throughout the way back to the villa the men gathered around Salacious mocked and called Leia names as they stood beside the throne speaking with Salacious.
One guest just kept staring at her, as if he didn't know what to say, but it Leia she found it creepy at he was just standing there not saying a word, as if he just wanted to look at her and nothing more.
It had gotten to become night time…
The Yacht on its way back to the Villa.
Leia's upper body lay down on her belly on the pillows sleeping on her stomach in the freefall sleeping position with her arms raised around her pillows while her lower body lay on the rest of the space provided for her. Her head on a pillow with her head to the side facing in Jabba's direction facing his belly. Jabba woke up and looks down at his nearly naked slave as he looked at one of her legs lay against his coiled tale while the other her leg raised to her hip slightly as it dangled freely, enjoying the view of her luscious legs.
He gazes at her naked back and licks his lips as he gazes at her birthmark, then he sees Leia's dolled up face giving him a smile, as her long braid flowed down her shoulder and onto the pillows. He slowly lowers his gaze to her exposed buttocks clenched together licking his lips, drooling at the sight of his princess.
Leia fast asleep, makes a sound of satisfaction as she sleeps. Leia's chain kept jingles a bit, as Jabbs gets excited by his nearly naked slave princess. Jabba, slowly closes his as he falls asleep gazing at his slave princess. Jabba's tail sways against her leg as she sleeps.
Some time had past…
Leia, lay on her side in the foetus position, both her elbow and knees bent, as Jabba's tail sways back and forth against her legs and buttocks, a guest wakes up, and looks at Leia s she is sound asleep, he gazes at the nearly naked princess. He gazes at her luscious firm breasts with nothing more than the pasties covering her nipples, he slowly gazes down at her tight belly as it goes up and down while she is breaths, liking his lips looking at her tight navel, then at her legs and her jerba leather boots. Works his way down to her small gold crotch chastity plate, noticing the deign on it, then back at her dolled up face, and her hair bun with a long plait hanging down her shoulder, noticing Leia's armlet with the hole in it on her left arm, while noticing the snake armband on her left arm, and seeing the tight collar around her neck.
He closed his eyes.
Some time later…
Leia, laying on her side, her naked back in contact with Jabba's belly as Jabba's tail stroked Leia's buttocks as she slept throughout the night.
Most of the guests had woken up from their long nap, with the rest waking up.
She sat up slightly and gave the conversation her full attention, concentrating all her efforts on hearing what they were saying.
Leia sat up straight with the poise of a princess. Even in this indignant slave outfit she was going to show her confident side when in the presence of Jabba's guests.
An audible groan came from the opening maw of Jabba the Hutt as he woke up from his rather pleasant dream. Leia felt the grip on the chain tighten, and an increase in the rate of which Jabba's tail was rubbing her leg.
The guests continued there festivities as the yacht drew closer to the villa. An announcement occurred stating they were just 30 minutes away. Pulling on Leia's chain to emphasis his point.
She felt the cushions shift against her bottom as the Hutt shifted, and the chain that kept her by his side jingled as the shadows of his short, chubby arms fell over her.
Jabba speaking to one of his top henchmen.
Leia tensed as she felt the chain lift from where it was touching the back of her shoulder, tightening in the air; steeling herself against the inevitable yank the Hutt would make upon it, sooner or later, she listened as the chain jingled with Jabba's moving arm as he bellowed.
The first quick tug on the chain came, and Leia threw a glare over her shoulder. "Ooooaaah," the Hutt growled in annoyance, and there was a grunt and the rustle of cloth, likely from some kind of physical outburst he was making upon the henchman.
Leia looking down in embarrassment as Jabba spoke to his henchman.
Pulling slowly back on the chain. Feeling the collar tighten on the front of her throat, Leia firmed her abdomen and tried to lean away from the Hutt, but her throat began to be crushed; closing her eyes and silently gasping for air, she rocked back towards Jabba her butt cheeks clenched together as her stomach tightened just as he mercifully slackened the chain, and straightening, she let her breath out.
Leia glared back at Jabba began petting her as she continually moved her head to avoid his groping while he also stroked her bare skin with the end of his slug tail.
Bah! Jabba shouted, finally removing his groping hand- but keeping a firm grip on her chain.
The festivities continued as Leia sat there in front of her master.
There was a slurping sound behind Leia, and Jabba tugged her chain, a silent reminder of her place.
Jabba gestured Leia to stand beside him.
Jabba slacking her chain, Leia stood next right by Jabba's side; keeping the chain taught. Feeling her collar pulled back against her neck, feeling his hand stroking her naked back.
Leia took a deep breath, her whole body tensing. Leia standing next to Jabba, glances at Jabba, then back at the crowd takes a deep breath, licks her lips.
Leia, stands there, staring off into space, dozing off as Jabba continues stroking her lower back.
Some of the guests gathered around looking at the nearly naked Leia, as she stands there in a gaze, as if in a trance. Jabba with his right hand on her hip, as she stands by her master. He glances down at her buttocks licking his lips. Leia glances at Jabba in embarrassment, as he holds her close by the hip.
They arrive back to the villa. Jabba allows everyone to board off the yacht, as he and Leia get off the yacht. As they both walk to the patio in the back of the villa, Leia looks up seeing the night stars, just thinking to herself.
Her chain jingles, as she glances back at Jabba. She sees a feast has been prepared with a bbq, dancers, booze, food, and some entertainment.
The Lake Retreat Part 3
Jabba sat on a large rug provided for him and Leia, as she sits some pillows in front of her master. Jabba smoking his hookah, as Leia sits submissively in front of Jabba. Jabba keeping her chain taut. His tail caressed Leia's buttocks. The thick, slimy intrusion of her intimate region cause her to jolt up straight. Jabba laughs as everyone is enjoying their festivities. As Jabba spoke with one of his henchmen. Jabba resumed speaking. This time he did not tug but rather yanked roughly on Leia's chain, demonstrating his unquestioned possession of her. Feeling her pillows move beneath her. Leia striating herself up, she knew Jabba was drunk. She sat there embarrassed and humiliated. There had been some of his henchmen and guests gathered around staring at the nearly naked princess. Jabba, for his part, was intoxicated by the power he had just demonstrated to his captive princess.
Placing her pliable fingers between the collar and the skin of her tender neck so she could maintain to relieve some stress on her as the Hutt continued to tug on her leash possessively. Beside her, Salacious Crumb, and the others surrounding Jabba and Leia cackled maniacally and jeered at Leia, referring to her by several insulting and highly sexual titles given to females, as a way to degrade her.
The Hutt began to stroke her hair and shoulder to try to console her. By the time some goons had come before Leia and Jabba by some guards , Leia had recovered her strength enough to resist Jabba's molestation. As he ran his putrid hand over her shoulder and dangerously close to her chest, she attempted to squirm away and even push away Jabba's hand. She gasped, choking, but Jabba still continued to run his lustful hand over Leia's shoulder.
The goons brought stumbling before the Hutt one of the guards called out Leia, as she replied back. "I'm here!" she called out assuringly, only to be silenced by an even firmer pull from Jabba who then ordered everyone to be silent.
"Talk, Bib..." he slobbered.
"His High Exaltedness," Bib flatteringly spoke, "the Great Jabba the Hutt, has decreed that you are to be terminated...immediately for spying and trying to steal from him."
Salacious Crumb, seated besides his master and observing his thick tail thrashing excitedly against the princess's back, Leia, seated in front of Jabba and feeling him play with her body.
BIB ignored him and continued: "You will be executed tonight." As Bib spoke, Jabba licked his lips and pulled on Leia's leash insistently. The princess reluctantly allowed herself to be pulled back and felt his hand rub up and down her back and then return to stroking her hair.
She closed her eyes in abhorrence and then glared back backwards without turning her head.
Suddenly, one of the bounty hunters took out his pistol and shot them both, as the lifeless bodies fell to the ground, Jabba commanded them to throw the bodies in the lake.
She gasped in surprise as a chuckling Jabba then tugged on Leia's leash until she landed with a quiet plop on his slimy yet soft belly. Leia sighed in discomfort and leaned back against her Master with no resistance. Jabba then placed a hand on her shoulder, running his hand over the exposed portion of her chest. She felt her breasts harden under his hands. His hand then went downward, rubbing her midriff in smooth, gentle strokes.
After several hours had passed, some of the guards Jabba was conversing with began to talk about Leia. They stared at her with lust and bulging crotches. They spoke of Jabba's impressive domination of the princess. Jabba knew that they were both just brown nosing with the hopes of having Leia for themselves, but Jabba was possessive of his slave princess.
Leia strained forward and opened her mouth to respond to their taunts, but Jabba silenced her with a quick jolt of her leash.
Some that had never seen Leia were amazed at her attire, Jabba had given her, as it was nothing more than a small gold crescent moon chastity plate that covered her bare pubis area, covering her crotch. But exposed everything else underneath.
From head to toe looking at her dolled up face, with her dark red lipstick on her pouting lips, mascara and eyeliner on her eyelashes, plus a bluish eyeshadow, and plenty of blush on her cheeks.
Her earrings, her hair combed back and in the bun, with a long plait dangling over her shoulder as the long plait stopped at her tight round navel held by her gold hair fastener making a little pony tail, then glancing at her hard-firm breasts, with only the two small round pasties that covered her nipples, her snake armband on her upper left arm and bracelet with the hole on her right wrist. Then finally glancing down at her Jerba leather boots.
Jabba gives Leia a slight jerk on her chain, a silent reminder of her place as she glances back at him. There were other slave girls in the harem that the guards could indulge themselves in - Leia would be Jabba's and Jabba's alone. Still, the guards and guests fantasized, the lurid details of their imaginations making Leia burn with rage at being treated like a prize to be won.
The party on the patio is wild and chaotic as everyone was massively drunk, Jabba included. Jabba not, letting Leia leave his side.
She lay on the edge of the large rug. Reclined back against the pillows, using her left arm for support while using her shoulder to support her head, and placed her right hand on her outer thigh. Barley having enough room on the rug, she hated that her gold plate only covered the front part of her vagina, while exposing the rest underneath the plate, in the position she was in didn't help as everyone could see her womanhood and her rear as she lay there nearly naked, chained to the neck, She was grateful she had her pillows to comfort her.
Leia gazed around at the landscape surrounding her and everyone enjoying their festivities, that surrounded her as she lay sensually in front of her master on her pillows. Thankfully, Jabba was busy speaking with one of his trusted men, while he smoked his hookah and ate. Giving her time to relax without his constant molestation.
Leia felt Jabba's tail caressing her hand as it lay on her thigh. Jabba kept her chain on a short tether as she lay sprawled in front of her master. As the party went on, Leia glanced at Salacious as he stared the nearly naked Leia lustfully. She had lay there for some hours and Salacious didn't bother during this time. Out of everyone he had the best of her.
Leia, glanced down as Salacious looked at the princess. It, was somewhat warm with a slight breeze, it didn't help as her body tightened up a little. The gold plate covering her crotch formed and even steeper camel toe underneath, she felt the gold lining of her Jerba boots against her calves. Feeling the coldness of her snake armband on her arm, and her bracelet on her wrist, along with her hair fastener, didn't help as it made it worse feeling the metal against her body. She felt her clenched butt cheeks against the pillows.
Her choker collar around her neck didn't help either as it was cold and snuggling tight around her neck, along with feeling some of the chain that ran down her naked back. But, she lay composed, trying not show her humiliation at her current state. A few men standing behind Jabba gazed at her exposed backside as she lay there reclined back on her pillows. While Salacious grinned at them and laughed. Leia glared at Salacious and the men standing behind Jabba then back down, as they called her degrading names. Leia felt her chain jingle a bit, as her master played with it. As Jabba reminded her he hasn't forgotten about her.
The men and guests standing behind and around Jabba enjoyed the view they had of Leia, laying there sprawled on her pillows in front of Jabba. Leia could tell they are talking about her and gazing at her. As she hated being on display, and even after all this time felt uncomfortable and insecure, but she didn't show it and displayed herself as her master intended, though she did miss the first outfit Jabba gave her as it covered more, although it showed most of her body but nothing like this one, even though one of his men destroyed it. Jabba kept the same designs though with her current outfit, and the previous one that was given to her.
Salacious looking at Leia's stomach as it went up and down as she breathed, as he licked his lips. Leia noticed this, as she looked down, then back at him and everyone surrounding them. Seeing their faces of lust towards her.
Jabba infuriated as he conversed, yanked angrily on her leash more powerfully than ever. The jolt made the half-naked sex slave fly back against his massive bulk, but Jabba continued to pull on her chain as he shouted with rage.
Leia fell into an awkward position against Jabba and began to choke. As Leia gasped and desperately pulled at her collar below him. Only when the princess looked up at him with pleading eyes did the Hutt relent his choking grip on her leash.
Jabba allowed the princess to sit up, but still kept her on a short tether. As Leia finally gulped fresh air back into her aching lungs, the Hutt began to stroke her hair and shoulder to try to console himself. Leia had recovered her strength enough to resist Jabba's molestation. As he ran his putrid hand over her shoulder and dangerously close to her chest, she attempted to squirm away and even push away Jabba's hand.
She gasped, choking, but Jabba still continued to run his lustful hand over Leia's shoulder. Jabba calmed himself.
Leia sat up straight with the poise of a princess. Even in this indignant slave outfit she was going to show her confident side when in the presence of Jabba's guests.
Leia looking down in embarrassment as Jabba spoke to his henchman.
Pulling slowly back on the chain. Feeling the collar tighten on the front of her throat, Leia firmed her abdomen and tried to lean away from the Hutt, but her throat began to be crushed; closing her eyes and silently gasping for air, she rocked back towards Jabba, her butt cheeks clenched together as her stomach tightened just as he mercifully slackened the chain, and straightening, she let her breath out.
Jabba kept Leia's chain taut, she felt her naked back touching his bloated belly. Leia felt his hand rub up and down her back. He glanced down at her birthmark as he licked his lips. He continues to caress her back. Leia looked beseechingly at the men and guests gathered around, who didn't return her gaze.
It had been late and most of his men were already asleep, with some starting to find places as there were food, drinks all over the patio, some of the men sleeping with some dancers and others with slave girls. Jabba gestured for Leia to stand up, as she did. Jabba speaks in Hutteese, telling her they will be doing to late night walk around the Villa. As, she looks at him, while her chain jingles across her naked back.
As Jabba slithered, his slave walks beside him. Jabba was staring at Leia's rounded backside causing him to drool. Keeping a strong grip on Leia's chain, Leia licked her lips in anxiousness.
As they walked, Leia felt a bit relieved to get away from being the center of attention and alone.
Leia and Jabba walk down to the small beach by the villa, as they stop on a spot on the small beach.
Jabba begins speaking to Leia, keeping the chain taught. Feeling her collar pulled back against her neck, feeling his hand stroking her naked back.
Leia, stands there beside him, staring at Jabba as he continues to speak, as Jabba continues caressing her back, comforting her.
Leia, looks back at the night sky, and the stars. Jabba responds to her by telling her, they will be back on Tattooine soon, mocking her. As he, then caresses her buttocks. Leia knowing Jabba doesn't care. But, cares for his slave princess. Leia notices sunlight coming, as Jabba wanted her to see the sunrise. Leia didn't realize she had been up this long. But, she enjoyed watching the sunrise. Jabba, spoke to her, telling her, the sunrise is not as beautiful as you my princess. With a mocking laugh. Leia glances back at Jabba as he continues to caress her buttocks as they stay clenches together. Standing by her master's side, with her hands by her side. Leia licked her lips and smiled as she watches the sunrise slowly. She felt a slight tug on her chain. A silent reminder of her place.
Jabba, with the free hand caresses her right shoulder, not paying attention to the sunrise. Only focused on Leia. The sun finally rises, as Leia looks at Jabba, as he gestures with his chain they will be walking back.
After walking back to the patio area in the back of villa. Jabba and Leia find themselves back on the large rug.
"I'm sure my princess you very tired, just as I am." He pulls her close in an embrace, as he offers a drink before she sleeps. As Jabba opened his wide grinning mouth she turned her head away from the stench that was his breath, and, to ease her own disgust, breathed through her mouth. The Hutt began to speak: "My princess, you are just as rebellious as when I made you my princess."
Leia could only gaze weakly up into the Hutt's reptilian eyes, whose pupils widened as they leered at her. She tried to process what Jabba meant, and then noticed that he was moving his ornate drinking cup towards her which still had strands of the Hutt's saliva clinging to the edges.
Her eyes moved from the cup he offered her back to his great orange eyes, which pierced her mind and made her question her resolve. It was like staring into two great gems, only more hypnotic. Sensing her stunned state, Jabba let go of the princess's chain and quickly grasped her arm firmly. He then moved the cup even closer to her plump, luscious lips.
"Drink," he commanded. The combination of his fiery gaze and deep, overpowering voice left Leia with no choice but to comply. She raised her free arm and reached for the cup. Rather than let it go, though, Jabba guided it and her hand to her mouth and squeezed her arm gently but firmly with his other hand.
Closing her eyes and trying to forget where she was, Leia opened her mouth and soon felt the cold glass against her lips. The bitter, running liquid of the fine Huttese wine hit her tongue, along with the rank taste of Jabba's mouth provided by the residue of his drool on the glass. Leia almost gagged in disgust, barely retaining her royal poise. Still, she remained ever the princess. However, Jabba continued to press the goblet against her lips, forcing her to drink even more of the vile brew. As she drank several more mouthfuls.
Jabba gestured her with a command of his hand pointing at the space in front of him. Leia finding a position that was relatively comfortable for the time being on the pillows provided for her.
She shuffled away from him on the edge of the large rug. Leia reclined back against the pillows, using her left arm for support while using her shoulder to support her head, and placed her right hand on her outer thigh. This would be the second time her and Jabba would be sleeping outside, which didn't help her at all, as the breeze never left, keeping her already firm breasts firmer, and her vagina's camel toe more noticeable. Her buttocks clenched together against the pillows.
Leia gazed at the landscape, that surrounded her, along with seeing everyone sleeping as she lay sensually in front of her master. She began to yawn. Her eyes began to close, as the scantily clad Leia falls asleep.
Jabba had ordered his men to execute Skywalker first. When they arrived at the Pit of Carkoon, one of Jabba's Weequay guards unbound Luke from his bindings. Leia looked out at the pit, seeing the monsters maw. It made Leia shudder as Jabba had C-3PO give the following announcement to the Rebel captives, while he played with Leia's leash:
"Victims of the All-Powerful Sarlacc, His Excellency hopes you will die honorably. But if any of you wish to beg for mercy, the Great Jabba the Hutt will now listen to your pleas."
Ignoring Threepio's monologue, Jabba was staring at Leia's rounded backside causing him to drool. He used his tail to stroke Leia's soft thigh and move her skirt to the side, exposing her bare butt. Leia, however, was completely unaware of Jabba's sexual harassment for she was extremely nervous thinking about her fate if Luke fails. Jabba took this time to fantasize about the night to come.
Chuckling at the young Jedi's nerve, Jabba ordered his men to move him into position for the execution. Anticipating the Jedi's demise with great pleasure, he didn't notice as Leia licked her lips in determination. Soon Luke's plan would be set in motion, and then she would soon turn on her vile master.
For unbeknowst to all of Jabba's men except Boba Fett, R2-D2 had left his station in the barge's main cabin and had gone up to the main deck to await a secret signal from Luke.
After the guard had moved Luke forward onto the plank, Luke gave a salute seemingly the barge but really to the droid. his order to the guard: "Put him in!" As the Weequay behind him prodded him with his vibro-ax, Luke spun around and jumped off the plank at the same time. Catching the plank with his hands, he propelled himself up and over the guard as Artoo shot him his new green lightsaber from the barge. Grabbing and igniting it, he began to fight Jabba's men, while Lando revealed his true identity by attacking one of the guards on the skiff.
When he saw Luke slaying his guards and knocking them into the Sarlacc, Jabba become apoplectic with anger. Keeping a strong grip on Leia's chain, he ordered his men to begin attacking the Jedi and the skiff he was on. A Gamorrean guard running off to do Jabba's bidding knocked C-3P0 to the ground in his hurry to obey his master.
Leia, for her part, immediately rejoiced at Luke's success but then hid her excitement, not wanting to infuriate Jabba or draw his attention. Instead, she watched him carefully out of the corner of her eye, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Meanwhile, Boba Fett, who had noticed R2-D2 leaving his post and ascend to the deck of the sail barge, was already on top, having arrived too late to prevent the droid for sending Luke's lightsaber to him. Igniting his jet pack, he flew over to the skiff Luke was on and engaged the Jedi in combat. Leia watched breathlessly as Fett pulled out a gun and attempted to shoot Luke at point blank range, only to have the Jedi sever his pistol with his lightsaber.
Just then a blast from the sail barge hit the skiff, stunning everyone. Shrapnel from the impact lodged in Chewbacca's leg, incapacitating him and causing him to send him a howl of pain. Luke was momentarily distracted by his friend's suffering, and Fett used this to his advantage, launching a rope that tied up the Jedi, pinning his arms to his sides and leaving him unable to defend himself with his lightsaber.
When she saw Luke subdued in this manner, Leia's heart leapt into her throat. Beside her, Jabba raised his arm in triumph and called for Fett to kill the Jedi. However, fate took a different turn, as another blast from the barge hit the skiff, knocking Fett to the floor and allowing Luke to untangle himself from his binding. Relieved, Leia continued to watch as Jabba gave more orders to his men. Obeying their master, another skiff pulled alongside the skiff Luke and the rebels were on. Believing Fett to be unconscious, Luke Force Jumped over to the nose of this other skiff, and began to deflect the laser blasts that came his way back into the men who sent them.
But Fett was still aware. Shaking himself, he rose and took aim at the faraway Jedi. On the barge, Leia wanted to scream to Luke to look out, but of course she knew he couldn't hear her. She could only watch helplessly as Fett took one shot and missed, and then steadied himself from another attempt.
But just then his jet pack ignited, apparently against his will, for as he flew off the skiff the bounty hunter waved his arms in panic. As he rapidly approached the barge, he yelled in desperation, until he hit the barge with tremendous force, right below the window Jabba and Leia were watching the battle from.
Fett fell into the sand and began to roll down the slope-right into the Sarlacc's undulating maw. Jabba was stunned into silence, his pupils widening in disbelief, as the Sarlacc's tongue quickly gobbled up his most powerful warrior and then let out a tremendous belch.
Leia, on the other hand, was overjoyed at Fett's demise, after all he had put Han through. She knew that it was her lover who had hit the bounty hunter's jet pack, as she could see the pole still in his hands. Appreciating the poetic justice of Fett's fate, she prepared to take her own revenge, as Jabba's bewilderment became palpable beside her.
The demise of Boba Fett, one of the greatest bounty hunters the galaxy had ever known, sent the interior of the Sail Barge into a frenzy. Jabba furiously yelled into his intercom, trying regroup his men, most of whom were filled with fear at the awesome onslaught of the Jedi. Some began to seek escape from the barge, including Bib Fortuna, Jabba's majordomo.
It was at the height of this chaos that Leia acted. She ducked in front of Jabba, who had neglected her in his fury, and grabbed the communicator right from his clammy grasp. Before he could react, she was bashing it repeatedly into his control panel, sending up a shower of sparks. Raising his arms to shield himself from the flying electricity, Jabba lost his controlling grip of her chain. As the control panel shorted out, the shutters on all the windows in the cabin slammed shut, plunging the barge into darkness and even more confusion. Now Jabba's men began to flee in earnest, cowardly abandoning their Hutt master. Jabba himself attempted to grab his rebellious slave girl while cursing at her in Huttese. However, Leia scampered away, eluding his grasp and leaping over his thrashing tail.
While Jabba trumpeted in frustration and searched for her leash, the feisty slave was already gathering it up in her hands for her next move, as she knelt behind him, sensing his panic. She snatched the other end of the chain from his hand so tightly she almost bled, before snapping it into a big loop almost as quickly.
Just as Jabba was about to call for assistance, Leia threw the chain over his bulbous head and around his neck. As soon as the Hutt saw the chain fly before his eyes he raised his hands to his throat, knowing what Leia was attempting. In fact, he just managed to get the tips of his fingers on the leash. But the lithe princess, too quick for the massive Hutt, immediately pulled back on the chain violently as she planted her foot in his fleshy backside for leverage.
Suddenly, Leia wakes up from her dream, disappointed in her surroundings, as it was just a dream she wished had happened. She notices most of the men and guests were already awake, she noticed a few of them looking at her, making inappropriate gestures towards her.
Leia, noticed Bib walking in her direction, she slowly sits up as Bib approaches her and Jabba. Bib approaches Leia as she sits regally in front of her master. Bib taking advantage that Jabba was still asleep. He gazes at Leia, looking at her lustfully. Begins to softly speak to her, as to not wake Jabba.
Bib, begins to tell Leia, how hot she is, and what an amazing woman she is. He caresses her naked back as it works its way down to her birthmark. As some of the men laugh in mockery of Leia, as Bib touches her. His hand slowly goes to one of her legs with his long fingernail slowly starts from her right knee as her leg is folded in indian style while Jabba's tail strokes her left leg.
He slowly works his way to her gold plate as he inserts his finger in her vagina and slowly fingers it, nice and slowly. Leia trying to keep her composure, looks down in humiliation as Bib violates. Then he stops and goes from her navel to her boobs. Bib notices Jabba is slowly waking up as he distances himself from Leia. He approaches Jabba, as he wakes up with a furious boom, Leia feels her chain jingle and twitches her leg up and down and looks up at Bib as he speaks to Jabba.
Jabba speaks to Bib, "I was enjoying my dream about my princess" Bib reminds him about his meeting with some of the Hutts and bounty hunters. Jabba with surprise and joy, The Hutt delivered a quick, hard yank on her chain. She blinked and gagged as she felt herself pitch backwards, but was able to catch herself. Leia was able to sit upright again.
The female servant and Leia go to the bathing room. The servant girl commands Leia to sit down, as she does so. The servant girl takes off her Jerba leather boots, then takes off her snake armband and bracelet, she then takes off Leia's collar. Leia looks down as the servant girl, takes off her hair fastener, then slowly undoes her long braid. She then takes out both of her hair clips and undoes her hair bun, letting her long hair flow down her naked back as the length of her hair was down a few inches her butt crack. The servant girl removes her pasties one by one, then reaches down to her vagina and takes of her small gold plate, and notices Leia is wet, and asks her . "Was it Bib that violated you"? Leia, nods with a yes, and the servant girl responds back with, "well, you are a beautiful woman princess" She commands Leia to enter the bath tub. Leia obeys. The servant girl commands one of the other servant girls to clean her outfit and shine it up.
Leia was pleasantly surprised to feel it was nice and warm. The female servant sits outside of the bath tub as she washes Leia's hair with a fragrant shampoo, as she gently scrubs Leia's hair, scrubbing every hair she can get. Leia feeling relaxed and glad she is able to be away from Jabba for a while. Leia knew the servant girl was going to take her time and bathe her.
The servant girl poured water on her hair, washing it, and did it until it was of her satisfaction and was nice and smooth. Next, she scrubs every inch of her body with a special soap that had the smell of rose petals. Some time had passed, the servant girl finished as Leia sat in the bath tub as the water went down.
Moments later, Leia had finished, stepping out of the tub, Leia's hair flowing down her back. The female servant dries every inch of Leia carefully and methodically until she is completely dry from head to toe, her hair takes the longest to dry as the servant girl also trims her hair just a bit.
The servant girl begins to comb her and straighten it carefully and in no rush taking her time with Leia. Leia sits patiently as the servant girl straightens her hair as it flows down her naked back. The servant girl then begins to methodically put Leia's hair in a large bun, taking her time. Leia looks at the other girls as they stare at Leia. She looks down as they laugh at her.
Her hair bun had now been completed, the servant girl put both her hair clips on the hair bun to hold it in place, she begins to do Leia's plait as she finishes it and hang it over Leia's right shoulder she puts the gold hair fastener in place as the left over hair at the tip makes a pony tail reaching Leia's navel. The servant girl then puts the two golden earrings, with a triangular shape that met at the bottom. Then she puts on Leia's gold snake armband on her upper left arm, and then put on her bracelet on her right wrist.
Next she applies dark red lipstick on Leia's lips, then grabbing a small tube of mascara, and eyeliner applying both her eyelashes and the top and bottom of her eyelids. Next, she grabbs a small brush and applies some dark blue eye shadow on both her eyelids. Leia opened her eyes as she looked at herself in the mirror and her reflection. Lastly she applies red blush on her cheeks.
The female slave proceeded by putting on the round pasties with the design on them on both her breasts covering her nipples.
She grabs the small gold crescent moon chastity plate and puts it on her vagina, that only covers the front of it, her bare pubis area but exposes everything underneath. Next, she applies some perfume on Leia. She puts Leia's collar on, and attaches her chain, and lastly then put the newly cleaned Jerba Leather boots on Leia's feet one at a time.
Leia looks at herself in the mirror, she had been in the bathing room and dressing room for some hours, the servant girl leads Leia to Jabba who is in the audience room of the Villa. She hands Jabba Leia's chain to Jabba, as Leia stands beside her master. She notices a circle of Hutts, speaking with Jabba. Jabba caresses her naked back as he speaks with the other Hutts.
The Hutts continue speaking to each other about their empire. Leia silent, as she sites on Jabba's belly. Keeping her chain on. She observes the meetings, as she notices most of the Hutts couldn't keep their eyes off her. Leia looks down in embarrassment as the meeting continues. Leia, feels the chain running against her back, but her master has her on a short tether.
Minutes later, as the meeting continues. Leia sitting regally on her master's belly. In a fit of anger due to one of the other Hutts yanks angrily on her leash more powerfully than ever. The jolt made the half-naked sex slave fly back against his massive bulk, but Jabba continued to pull on her chain as he shouted with rage. Leia fell into an awkward position against Jabba and began to choke. As Leia gasped and desperately pulled at her collar, most of the. Only when the princess looked up at him with pleading eyes did the Hutt relent his choking grip on her leash.
Jabba allowed the princess to sit up, but still kept her on a short tether. As Leia finally gulped fresh air back into her aching lungs, the Hutt began to stroke her hair and shoulder to try to console himself. Leia had recovered her strength enough to resist Jabba's molestation. As he ran his putrid hand over her shoulder and dangerously close to her chest, she attempted to squirm away and even push away Jabba's hand.
She gasped, choking, but Jabba still continued to run his lustful hand over Leia's shoulder. The Hutts continuing their meeting. Leia annoyed at Jabba, glances at her master, as he licked his lips in lust for her, gently jerking her chain. Leia felt uncomfortable sitting on her belly. She could feel her buttocks and her vagina from what the plate didn't cover on his cold skin, as it gave her goosebumps. But, she knew she couldn't show she was uncomfortable in front of the Hutts, especially with her current state of being his slave girl.
Leia noticed some of their bounty hunters and guards gazing at the nearly naked Leia. She felt the cold breeze as it entered the conference room, giving her shivers. Leia bored, started to play around with her plait she stroked it. Jabba noticed and let her be.
A servant came and approached Jabba, This time he did not tug but rather yanked roughly on Leia's chain, demonstrating his unquestioned possession of her. The servant glanced at Leia, as Leia glanced back at annoyance. The servant left as Jabba commanded her to bring some drinks for the other Hutts. Her master caressed her back, going up and down, comforting Leia. Leia felt his hand go down the spine of her back, as she sat regally on her master's belly.
A few hours later. The Hutts were slightly drunk, and had been eating. Leia had been sitting in front of Jabba on the cold hard floor. Jabba licked his lips and pulled on Leia's leash insistently. The princess reluctantly allowed herself to be pulled back and felt his hand rub up and down her back and then return to stroking her hair. Jabba's tail stroked Leia's smooth outstretched leg. She closed her eyes in abhorrence and then glared back backwards without turning her head.
Leia was annoyed and bored, as this conference with the other Hutts was lasting almost all day, she didn't know what time it was but, it was still day. Along with Jabba's molestations, and sitting on the cold hard marble floor, it didn't help at all. Especially since she felt her vagina tighten up and form a deeper camel toe, and her buttocks clenched together even more, all while feeling Jabba's take stroke her outstretched leg, and constant chain pulls.
She gasped in surprise as a chuckling Jabba then tugged on Leia's leash until she landed with a quiet plop on his slimy yet soft belly. Leia sighed in discomfort and leaned back against her Master with no resistance. Jabba then placed a hand on her shoulder, running his hand over the exposed portion of her chest. She felt her breasts harden under his slimy hands.
He looked down upon Leia as the rest of the Hutts laughed and jeered at her nearly nude form, making crude comments about her body and sexuality. Leia, didn't resist as her master continued his molestation. She felt his tail stroke her naked leg and the tip caress her buttocks.
Jabba then moved his hand down to her shoulder and began to stroke her bare arm and the soft hair on her head. Leia subconsciously tried to ignore Jabba to no avail.
Many hours later, the conference had ended. Night time.
Leia stands by her master's side as the other Hutts board their ship. Jabba stroking Leia's naked back, as the Hutts board. She hears them talking about her in mockery and calling her degrading names, as they board, with their servants, henchmen and slaves. Leia glances at Jabba as he strokes Leia's lower right back just above her birth mark, he licks his lips as at Leia as she looks down in shame. Jabba keeping her chain on a short tether and taut.
The ship leaves. Jabba, notices Leia doesn't want to leave, as they stand on the small shipping dock on the lake. Jabba walks with Leia as she grips a statue on the shipping dock. Jabba and Leia a few inches away from her but, keeping her chain taut. Leia looked out at the lake, seeing see creatures go above the water. It made Leia shudder while he played with Leia's leash.
Jabba staring at Leia's rounded backside causing him to drool. Leia licked her lips in nervousness as she looks out at the vast lake enjoying the view. As she stood there. Just then, she heard Jabba behind her beckoning for her again in Huttese: "Princess you have an amazing ass." he purred.
Leia ignored the Hutt's deep, gurgling voice, hoping Jabba would leave her alone. But a soft tug on her leash told her this was not to be the case. She turned back to glare at him and then carried on looking out at the lake, feeling that she had made a royal statement.
But the princess's resistance only amused Jabba and increased his lust for her. As the Hutt continued to gaze at her bare backside. Her buttocks clenched tight together as she stood there gazing. Leia felt some of the chain on her back.
Late Night…
Because they had stayed up all night, Jabba and his court were exhausted and most everyone eventually drifted off to sleep, but Jabba remained somewhat awake to further appreciate his slave princess.
Quietly and subtly Jabba yanked Leia's chain causing her to fall back onto his slimy body. He thoroughly enjoyed her soft, smooth skin as it touched his immense body. Much to her disgust Leia let herself be held against his bloated belly, he then moved his hand down to her shoulder and began to gently caress her bare arm and then stroked the soft hair on her head.
Too exhausted from the humiliating day, Leia tried to ignore his touch, but because she was so tired, the slow rhythm of Jabba's breathing lulled her to sleep more quickly than she had expected, and within a few minutes she too was unconscious like everyone else in the court.
While The Princess slept, Jabba remained awake for several more minutes. During this time he continued to stroke Leia's hair and shoulders, enjoying the slave princess's nearly-exposed body against his skin. His tail gently stroked up and down Leia's upper thigh and moved dangerously close to her womanhood.
Staring down at Leia's cleavage, Jabba drooled at the thought of what pleasures her body would soon be bringing him. As these thoughts filled his reptilian brain, Jabba's tail quickened its movements and poked of Leia's waist, seeking and probing about for the prize he desired.
Jabba let his hand gently slide down from her shoulder to the top of one of her breasts, and tested the soft, supple mound with thoughts of debauchery on his perverse mind. He couldn't wait until the morning when Leia would once again be awake and he could play with her fiery resistance.
It was a challenge that he would relish with every moment he spent took to break her strong will and pure spirit. Meanwhile, his tail continued to move, ever further upward until it found its intended target.
Leia's womanhood was exposed under her small gold plate and the tip of Jabba's tail slowly moved against it. The Hutt smiled as a disgusted and exhausted groan came from Leia's throat. He wanted to explore her female charms much further; the silky feel of her hairless bare sex gave him much to fantasize about. But he did not want to ruin the moment right now. Jabba knew it would still take time, effort and extreme patience to break such a will as hers, so with much remorse and reluctance; he slowly removed his tail from her womanhood. The Princess would be his most satisfying and challenging slave yet. Withdrawing his hand from exploring Leia's luscious breasts, he took control over his lust and closed his eyes, letting sleep finally claim him too.
Sometime in the late hours of the morning Leia was awoken by the feel of Jabba's fat tail wriggling against her bare thigh. She tried to move away, but the collar's shortened leash made it impossible and she groaned as the slimy tail wrapped around her soft sexy hip. It gently squeezed her firmly, holding her right where the fat, ugly Hutt-Lord wanted her. The gross little imp named, "Salacious Crumb" looked on in anticipation, knowing what would come next when the Hutt woke up.
Leia tried not to think why the vile monkey lizard looking thing seemed so excited. The gross little creature had no idea how strong her restraint really was.
Just then she heard a voice down the corridor from the throne room, one she immediately recognized-it was a voice! She rose up in anticipation while minding the short tether of her chain, and peered at the shadowy stairs which lead down into the audience chamber of the villa.
Soon Bib Fortuna, Jabba's Major-Domo, emerged from the stairs with the uninvited stranger in tow. The man was dressed in a dark robe and Leia couldn't see his face at first. When he finally stopped in front of Jabba's throne he didn't look up at Leia. She looked downward at first, embarrassed that he should see her dressed in such a fashion and forced into the situation she was in.
She quickly recovered her poise, mindful of her upbringing and made eye contact with guest, assuring him that she remained determined of their mission despite her current slavery at Jabba the Hutt's hands.
During this time, Jabba's Major-Domo, Bib Fortuna, had climbed up the steps beside Jabba's throne and leaned in close to the Hutt's ear.
"Master!" He said loudly enough for all in the throne room to hear.
Jabba awoke at once with a booming shout and reflexively tightened his grip on Leia's chain. His Major-Domo had just interrupted a wonderful dream of debauchery, and he was quite perturbed. His annoyance only increased when he saw the guest before him.
Bib continued speaking, "I present to you Cad Bane, Bounty Hunter."
"I told you not to admit him!" the Hutt growled, while shortening the tether on Leia's chain. He could sense she was happy to see him, which only increased his irritation toward him even more. He would have to remind her of his mastery over her during his conversation with the young bounty hunter, who now spoke for himself.
"I must be allowed to speak." Cad said in a commanding voice.
Fortuna mindlessly repeated this to his Hutt master. "He must be allowed to speak."
Jabba was furious now and grabbed Fortuna by his robe. He then shoved his dimwitted Major-Domo roughly aside.
"You will agree to what was agreed upon." Cad said, stepping closer to Jabba and using the same inward turning voice he had used in speaking with Fortuna.
Jabba reared his bloated slug-like head back and simply laughed, long and nastily at the bounty hunters ploy. Leia looked at Cad, silently beseeching him to cease trying to bargain with the Hutt and just attack him. Cad returned her glance.
"I will not be treated like this, boy," Jabba spoke mockingly. He tugged on The Princess's chain to drive home the point that Cad was truly on his own.
With his superior Hutt intelligence, he was easily able to divide his attention between controlling the slave princess and dealing with this pesky bounty hunter wannabe.
Cad took another threatening step closer to Jabba's throne, as Jabba's guards, including Jubnuk, encircled him. "Nevertheless, I am taking the prisoners, we agreed to with me. You can profit by this, or be destroyed. But I warn you not to underestimate me."
Jabba snorted at Cad's arrogance. Like all Hutts, Jabba hated the majority of the bounty as they would work for whoever payed them the most and not be only to the Hutt Clan.
"There will be no bargain, young bounty hunter," Jabba resumed speaking. This time he did not tug but rather yanked roughly on Leia's chain, demonstrating his unquestioned possession of her. His orange eyes glared at the bounty and his pupils widened ominously as he continued to speak.
The sound of her laughter infuriated her Hutt master, who yanked angrily on her leash more powerfully than ever.
The jolt made The Princess fly back against his bulk, but Jabba still did not stop pulling, he was so filled with rage. Furiously he called for the prisoners to be brought to him, as his slave girl gasped and desperately pulled at her collar. His thick tail beat violently into her side, further punishing her for her insubordination. Only when The Princess looked up at him with pleading eyes did the Hutt release his choking grip on her leash. Cursing himself inwardly, he realized he had let his control slip. Not something he ever let happen easily.
Certain that he had taught her an important lesson in obedience, Jabba allowed The Princess to sit up, but still kept her on a short tether. As Leia breathed air back into her aching lungs, the Hutt began to stroke her hair and shoulder to try to console himself. Weakened and spent, Leia could offer the mighty Jabba no resistance, as they both waited for the prisoners to be brought up to face his wrath.
By the time the prisoners were brought up from the dungeon levels of the villa, Leia had recovered her strength enough only to be forced to relent to Jabba's renewed molestation. As he ran his hand over her shoulder, he chose to move further down and dangerously close to her chest. When she attempted to squirm away, he had to give a firm tug on her leash to bring her back against his bulk. This time, he went ahead and slid his hand and amorously groped the soft roundness of her luscious breasts.
Leia closed her eyes and wished the invasion of Jabba's filthy hands to just go away, however she had no control over the sensations and the nipple, of her breast that he was molesting, stiffened against her will. Jabba felt it grow hard at his touch and gently pinched it to test his resolve. His slave let out a gasp of uninhibited surprise and he noticed a slight blush on her face before she had a chance to hide it from him.
With a reluctant sigh, the Hutt-Lord removed his hand. He would explore more of his slave's sexy body later. Right now, he had business to attend to and hopefully another display of his power over The Princess by dealing with prisoners. Their affront against his dominion could not go unpunished, and he had just the punishment in mind for them.
When the prisoners were brought stumbling before Jabba, Leia's heart sunk with the realization that one of them was part of the rebel alliance was still blind from whatever Jabba and his moon did to him. Poignancy gripped her heart when she heard the prisoner ask Cad where she was with great concern.
"I'm here!" she called out reassuringly to the rebel, only to be silenced by an even firmer pull from Jabba who then ordered everyone in the court to be silent. Under other circumstances, Jabba would have waited to execute the prisoners, relishing the moment of his victory. However his anger towards the bounty hunter had pushed against his mental control.
Now that the prisoners were all within his sight, the Hutt made up his plans of how to effectively deal with them and his possession of Princess Leia as his slave gave him just the tool he would use to make executing them all that more enjoyable, but just in case there was some unforeseen obstacle, he had a much more devious contingency for it in mind.
He knew that the lives of Leia's rebels fueled her resistance against him. Being a Hutt, Jabba could not understand, his species having long ago evolved from such piquant notions. Her friendship with the these rebel prisoners at his villa, but if there was any affection, he couldn't see it in her as the prisoners were brought forth.
"Talk, Bib..." He slobbered to Bib. "Speak to them."
"His High Exaltedness," Bib flatteringly spoke, "the Great Jabba the Hutt, has decreed that you are to be terminated...immediately."
Salacious Crumb, was observing Jabba's tail thrashing with lust and excitement against The Princess's gorgeous rump. The little creature knew all too well what the grotesque slug-lord had in mind for her. So when one of the rebel prisoners responded to C-3P0's announcement of Jabba's judgment with one of his trademarked quips-"Great, I hate long waits"—the vile imp turned to Leia and laughed, whispering to her so she could only hear his voice. "A Hutt in the heat of lust also hates long waits, princess."
Leia, was seated in front of Jabba and felt him playing with her chain, his eyes observing her rebel friends with determination. She soon sensed what was in store for them and looked beseechingly at rebel prisoners, who didn't return her gaze but listened to Bib's declaration:
"You will therefore be taken to the swanps of Nall Hutta,."
"Doesn't sound so bad," the rebel quipped again.
Bib ignored him and continued: "In the swamps you will find a new definition of pain and suffering-as you are slowly dissolved into the swamps."
As Bib spoke his decree to the prisoners, Jabba licked his lips and pulled on Leia's leash insistently. The Princess allowed herself to be pulled back and felt his hand rub up and down her muscled back and then return to stroking her hair affectionately.
Leia closed her eyes in abhorrence at his touch and then glared back backwards without turning her head. He had humiliated her, molested her viciously, mocked her and was now manipulating his possession of her in front of her rebels. Her eyes smoldered with anger.
Leia's anger soon turned to longing as she wished she was with the rebels as they were taken away. She gasped in surprise as a happy Jabba then tugged on her leash until he luxuriously felt her smooth skin come in contact with his belly again. With a groan of disgust, she reluctantly leaned back she felt the skin of his belly shifting against her as he moved.
Jabba then placed a hand on her shoulder in mocking comfort to her as the rebel prisoners were taken away. Leia sat there too numb with shock to resist Jabba at that moment. She could not help but feel terrified as Jabba began running his over her soft round breasts. It was that moment that a hopeless for Leia.
Leia hears two gun shots, knowing full well he had them executed. Jabba tells Bib to pay the bounty hunter. Bib leaves to pay the bounty hunter.
Leia, slowly began to fall asleep as Jabba continued to stroke her naked shoulder. Her left hand lay on her stomach, as she felt the chain on her left cheek, while she lay back on her master's flesh. Leia's right arm lay on the pillows of the dais, as her hand touched her right butt cheek as she lay there submissively against her master. His tail caressing her outstretched leg, that touched his tail.
A few hours had past, everyone in the audience chamber of the villa sound asleep along with Jabba, and Leia. Leia, heard noises outside. She slowly began to wake up, she glanced outside to see what was going on. It looked they were setting up an event outside the villa. Salacious gazed as Leia as she lay against her master's belly. Jabba's men and guests one by one slowly wake up as they hear the noise outside of the villa.
Moments Later…
Jabba wakes up, as Leia feels his belly moving underneath her. He sees Leia as she lies against his belly.
Minutes Later…
Jabba and Leia are at the event behind the villa. Jabba and Leia on the long rug provided for them. Leia sitting in front of her master regally, as Jabba keeping her chain taut and on a short tether. The party in full swing, everyone is drinking, its chaos. Jabba, smoking his hookah, and drinking.
Jabba yanked roughly on Leia's chain, demonstrating his unquestioned possession of her. She stopped herself from falling back onto Jabba's belly. Leia steadily sits regally in front of her master. Jabba's tail extended out, giving Leia more room as she outstretched her right leg out as she felt Jabba's flesh against it. This was the first-time Jabba gave her room as his tail was always coiled giving her very little room.
Leia felt her naked back against her masters' flesh. Leia, seated in front of Jabba and feeling him play with her body. Jabba licked his lips and pulled on Leia's leash insistently. The princess reluctantly allowed herself to be pulled back and felt his hand rub up and down her back and then return to stroking her hair.
She closed her eyes in abhorrence and then glared back backwards without turning her head. She felt the cold chain on her naked shoulder.
Moments later…
Leia standing at a statue as she gripped it, gazing off at the beautiful scenery that surrounded her for sometime now. As she stood there, several members of Jabba's court who had been staring at her in lust earlier came close to Leia. Just then, she heard Jabba behind her beckoning for her again in Huttese: "I love you my princess." he purred.
Leia ignored the Hutt's deep, gurgling voice, hoping Jabba would leave her alone. But a soft tug on her leash told her this was not to be the case. She turned back to glare at him and then carried on looking out, feeling that she had made a royal statement.
But the princess's resistance only amused Jabba and increased his lust for her. As the Hutt continued to gaze at her bare backside and curves his mouth began to water uncontrollably with desire, mucus and saliva dripping down his many chins, mixing with his own slime, while his long tail throbbed in anticipation. The princess looked good enough to taste.
Jabba then drank from his goblet, which gave him an idea: another lesson in obedience to teach his feisty slave.
Leaning back and using his tremendous mass, Jabba pulled harder on Leia's leash than she could resist, forcing the gasping, scantily-clad princess to run back to him seemingly as if in longing, but only to relieve the pressure around her tender neck.
"Ugh!" Leia exclaimed breathlessly, as she leapt up onto Jabba's throne and braced herself against his belly with her hands and pressing her soft tummy against Jabba, which slid across his oily snake skin. Repulsed, she was about to pull away when she felt Bib Fortuna's hand with its sharp nails press against her back.
As Jabba opened his wide grinning mouth she turned her head away from the stench that was his breath, and, to ease her own disgust, breathed through her mouth. The Hutt began to speak: "Don't stay too far, my lovely. You're still a little feisty even after I've made my slave, you will soon learn to fully appreciate me my princess."
Still attempting to get her air back, Leia could only gaze weakly up into the Hutt's reptilian eyes, whose pupils widened as they leered at her. She knew what Jabba meant, and then noticed that he was moving his ornate drinking cup towards her which still had strands of the Hutt's saliva clinging to the edges. As the last words dripped out of the Hutt's maw.
Her eyes moved from the cup he offered her back to his great orange eyes, which pierced her mind and made her question her resolve. It was like staring into two great gems, only more hypnotic. Sensing her stunned state, Jabba let go of the princess's chain and quickly grasped her arm firmly. He then moved the cup even closer to her plump, luscious lips.
"Drink," he commanded. The combination of his fiery gaze and deep, overpowering voice left Leia with no choice but to comply. She raised her free arm and reached for the cup. Rather than let it go, though, Jabba guided it and her hand to her mouth and squeezed her arm gently but firmly with his other hand.
Closing her eyes and trying to forget where she was, Leia opened her mouth and soon felt the cold glass against her lips. The bitter, running liquid of the fine Huttese wine hit her tongue, along with the rank taste of Jabba's mouth provided by the residue of his drool on the glass. It was laced with spice and Jabba's Leia almost gagged in disgust, barely retaining her royal poise. Still, she remained ever the princess.
However, Jabba continued to press the goblet against his slave girl's lips, forcing her to drink even more of the vile brew.
Speaking in Hutteese, "Wonderful wine, I hope you enjoy drinking it my princess"
To ease his lust, Jabba ran his finger down Leia's firm torso and, when he arrived at her belly, pressed it into her navel and gently traced his finger around it in circles, creating ripples in her flesh. Leia twitched.
Then Jabba quickly slid his slimy hand up the line that divided her abdomen toward the top of squeezing Leia's breast and then toying with her delicate nipple, that was covered by a small pasty. Leia let out a long groan, overwhelmed with disgust by this monster toying with her. Her disgust only fueled Jabba's intense sexual desire. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her in closer. He pushed her against his slimy skin, their bellies making contact.
As Jabba turned around and called for Bib to come over to him, Leia slid a few feet away from the Hutt and looked back out the event occurring. Summoning all the dignity a princess could muster given her position.
While he played with Leia's leash:
Ignoring Bib's monologue, Jabba was staring at Leia's rounded backside causing him to drool. He used his tail to stroke Leia's soft calf. Leia, however, was completely unaware of Jabba's sexual harassment as she was used to it. Leia licked her lips, as he strokes at her exposed her bare butt. Her master licked his lips in lust as he could see her vagina. He kept her on a short tether.
Jabba gripped her chain tightly so as to keep her back rubbing against his belly, and of course to prevent her from squirming away. He wrapped one stubby arm around her, fingering her belly as a supplementary pleasure, and he slithered his tail up her bare leg and kept it there wrapped itself fully around her leg so its tip reached well beyond her upper thigh.
The tip gently stroked her soft abdomen, twitching with pleasurable stimulation from the touch of her skin. Leia was disgusted by this, knowing Jabba's tail doubled as his sex organ, and the gurgles and moans Jabba would let out periodically did a fine job of confirming her worst fears about the reason his tail was trailing over her body. But whenever she tried to move her leg or brush it away, the tail would either wrap even more tightly around her upper thigh or Jabba would commandingly tug her leash. She eventually reasoned that more movement on her part would only heighten the pleasure in her captor's tail, so she did her best to keep still and ignore Jabba's disgusting obsession with her.