The dancer in the dungeon: a star wars fanfiction by TheLegoking99
Chapter one: a dancer's defiance
Warning: contains rape and sexual humiliation. Adults only.
What happened before Oola was dumped? You'll see…
Note: bold, italicized lines indicate Huttese.
Jabba's Palace was more lively than usual, with beings from all over Tattooine drinking and laughing like there was no tomorrow. Oola sat on the throne in her skimpy costume, which was soaked in sweat from her earlier dance. She had been made to dance nearly-naked for Jabba's pleasure, the netted sling costume doing nothing to preserve her modesty. Worse yet, her breasts had slipped from the costume multiple times during her dance, causing her shame. She flinched for a moment as she felt a familiar tug on her leash, making her twist around and gaze at her bloated master.
"My dear Kun'chee, your dance earlier was magnificent." Jabba said in Huttese as he stroked her long, healthy lekku with his hands. "I could tell right away, you were trained in the arts of seduction."
Oola shuddered as he touched her green skin with his slimy fingers, making her feel more violated than usual. She hated this, being forced to wear a costume reminiscent of a prostitute's lingerie, being reamed out by Jabba's tail and, even worse, a pair of male genitalia he would create for her defilement and his pleasure. Oola was a virgin before the palace, and as such, felt absolute pain at being violated by the Hutt's massive manhood. She would never, could never, have realized this would be her fate. Oola looked down at her firm, 36-DD sized breasts, remembering how she used to use them to entice males while dancing. Her friend Sienn had been freed by a strange Jedi a while ago, but Oola had stayed with her then-master, hoping to find a better life in Jabba's palace.
"What a mistake that was…" Oola thought as she was tugged backwards onto Jabba's flab, adjusting her extremely-revealing dancer's costume.
The costume was a black one-piece bodysuit made of flimsy netting, with two strips of netting covering her breasts that barely did anything to support or even conceal her massive mammaries. The netted leggings showed off her long legs and firm thighs, with nothing but a thong to conceal the ultimate regions of her privacy. Her feet were covered only by cheap sandals, making it difficult to walk due to the slippery nature of the footwear. But even worse was the headdress. The headdresses she was used to were made of soft material or padded metal, but this one was made out of rough leather that chafed her head to no end. The cups covering her ears left her almost deaf, making it difficult to hear anything.
"Oh! Pardon me, miss!" a mechanical voice said as Oola was bumped into by a mechanical being plated in gold. "I just had to get away from that annoying little creature. He really is the rudest little thing."
Oola looked up at the droid, remembering his name as C-3PO. She had witnessed him being apparently sold by a recording of his former owner, Luke Skywalker, to Jabba as an attempt to exchange him for a smuggler friend of his. She knew exactly how he felt, defiled and miserable, being made to do whatever his master wanted, and always at risk of being 'retired'.
"Are you all right, Miss Oola?" he asked as Salacious Crumb cackled like mad.
Oola nodded, knowing she was not to speak without permission. She leaned against Jabba and sighed, an expression of sadness on her beautiful face as the harem keeper, Melina Carniss, watched her intently.
"My pet appears to be fine, talk droid." Jabba rumbled, planting a slimy kiss upon Oola's lekku. "She performed her dance with exceptional skill and grace."
Oola shuddered as she felt Jabba's hands upon her body, stroking her bare skin beneath the skimpy netting that was her only choice of clothing. She felt his hands stroke her exposed shoulder blades.
"And perhaps, tonight, she shall perform even better for her lord in a more…secluded setting?" he asked, his moist breath hitting Oola's face.
The ear-cones muffled most sounds Oola heard, but that last lecherous sentence went through it like a lightsaber through paper. She shuddered and tried to move away, but her leash was tugged again and she was pulled into Jabba's embrace once more.
"What is your answer, my lovely dancing lady?" Jabba asked as Oola's large eyes filled with tears. "Will you warm my bed with your lovely flesh again tonight?"
Oola was frozen in fear, remembering what had happened to her the night before. She had been forced to strip naked and was prodded along by a guard into Jabba's private pleasure room. He then dominated her by pulling her into him via her leash and molesting her until she felt close to having an orgasm. Then he had created a massive pair of male genitalia for her use, terrifying her to no end. Oola had begged, screamed, cried, but none of it helped. She had been subjected to 6 hours' worth of rape and sexual torture via his titanic manhood, her body betraying her as it exploded in orgasm at the unwanted sexual touching. When Jabba had finally come, she had passed out and flopped to the ground, sobbing and bleeding at having her virginity stolen by this massive Hutt. She did not want to have to do that again.
"No, master." Oola begged as she looked into his enormous golden eyes.
"No?" Jabba rumbled as he tugged at her leash again, pulling her into his skin. "Do not deny me, my sweet girl."
Oola pushed against Jabba with all her might, struggling as he reached up and cupped her buttocks with his slimy hands, pulling the tiny thong she wore underneath so that it pulled into the cleft of her buttocks. The resulting wedgie showed off her curves perfectly, her voluptuous body on display for him to see.
"Please master, I'm so tired…" Oola begged as he kept molesting her, stroking her very-sensitive lekku and making her tremble. "…I-I've been dancing all day, please let me rest up…"
Jabba licked Oola's face with his slimy tongue, making a film of saliva bubble over her lovely face. He loved the taste of the body butter he applied to her, it was almost like sating two hungers at once.
"Master, don't!" Oola screamed, lashing out with her hands and slapping Jabba with an audible CRACK.
She suddenly threw both her hands to her mouth, realizing what she had done. The crowd gasped and muttered, some of them snickering crudely at her and making sexist remarks about her current position. Jabba rubbed the spot where Oola had slapped, obviously not in pain, but narrowing his huge, golden-red eyes in annoyance as Melina Carniss strode forwards.
"Well, my sweet Kun'chee, it would appear you have made your answer known." He said as he glared into her tiny Twi'lek eyes. "Melina, take her."
"Master, please forgive me!" Oola begged, dropping to her knees. "I-I was tired from the long day, and-"
"No excuses, you whore!" Melina growled as she grabbed Oola's lekku and squeezed hard, making her cry out in pain. "How dare you strike your master when he has given you such privileges! A lovely dancing costume, a place on his throne, the pleasure of his touch and you strike him?!"
The harem keeper grabbed Oola and pulled her by her collar, attaching a metal pole to the end of the durasteel ring to hold her at a distance like a wild animal. Oola was terrified, worrying what would be in store for her. She glanced over at the carbonite block hovering in an alcove about 20 feet away, apparently containing the still-living body of one of Jabba's former customers, a smuggler named Han Solo. She shuddered, worrying if something similar would happen to her.
"Exalted one, what shall be done with this disobedient pussy?" Melina said as she pushed the pole forwards, forcing Oola to move for fear of being pushed over.
Jabba considered this for a moment, stroking his chins with his fat fingers. He smirked and whispered something to C-3PO, who then shuddered.
"Oh dear, his exaltedness, the great Jabba the Hutt, decrees that for your act of disobedience, you are to be sentenced to the dungeons…to be…oh dear…punished in accordance with your…current…position…"
The crowd went wild, roaring and guffawing as Salacious Crumb joined in, cackling like mad. Oola gasped, realizing exactly what that meant. She struggled as Melina pulled the pole and pushed her forwards, her sandaled feet slipping slightly.
"This way, you cunt." Melina growled as she pushed the pole, manipulating Oola's barely-clad body like a puppet.
"Please, master! Please don't do this to me!" Oola cried, tears making her whorish makeup run. "I'll do anything, please!"
She rubbed her eyes, making the fake eyebrows penciled onto her face rub away.
"Too little too late, girl." Bib Fortuna said with a smirk as he stroked Oola's bottom, making her shiver as Melina shoved her towards the dungeons. "Time for your atonement."
The crowd laughed and jeered, with 20 males exposing their genitalia to Oola as she was pushed forwards. The dancing girl winced and moaned in humiliation as she felt the sticky, hard members of many, many males touching her lovely green skin. Her costume gave no protection against the assault, the netting so thin it felt like strings draped over her body. Oola shivered as the doorway to the dungeons came into view, tears blinding her. She started towards the door, only to be pulled in the opposite direction.
"Wrong way, you stupid cunt!" Melina growled, pulling the pole and tugging Oola to the left. "Did you think we were headed for the cells? God, you must have no brains beneath those damn tails of yours!"
"W-What?" Oola said, feeling herself lightening in relief. "I'm n-not going to the dungeon?"
"Oh you're going to the dungeon, all right." Melina said with a smirk. "Just not the cells. Jabba wants you to…entertain the guards for the night."
Oola gasped. It was even worse than she thought, at least in the dungeons she would be less likely to be…violated. In the Gammorean barracks…she would certainly be defiled in any way possible.
"No, please no!" Oola cried out. "Please don't do this to me!"
Melina shoved her forwards as she half-naked Twi'lek girl sobbed uncontrollably, her tears ruining her whorish makeup. She spanked Oola's large bottom and shoved her towards a large door marked with a sign in Huttese. After attaching Oola's collar to a magnetic hook, she slid a keycard into the lock and opened the door, pulling Oola inside.
"It's for your own good, pussy." She said, kissing Oola full on the lips.
The girl squirmed and moaned at the unwanted kiss, the taste of her lipstick. Melina thrust her tongue into Oola's mouth and deepened the kiss, making her moan in unwanted pleasure. The door slammed shut behind them, and the two women entered a steamy room filled with green-skinned pig guards, all of which were naked. Oola's screams echoed through the room as the guards surrounded her, her current attire a source of shame. There was nothing she could do.
"Have fun, boys." Melina said as she stripped off her own bodysuit, strutting through the barracks. "She's all yours."
Melina usually went naked in the Gammorean barracks, since as a high-ranking member of Jabba's staff, she was given certain protections. She could not be raped without repercussions, and she chose her sexual partners. The same could not be said for Oola, however, and the girl was in for a rough night…
Poor Oola…to be continued!