Beth was in a room with four human guards as well as three women. She was sitting on the edge of a table, each limb restrained by a separate person as three others were stripping the bounty hunter' s armor off of her, when he sauntered in. He held the gaze of the others, then Boba pulled off his helmet and his armor. The undersuit of his armor was grey. He was big and handsome, swarthy, with black hair and glittering black eyes. He grabbed her chin.

" Hello there, sweet little girl." Beth wrenched her still-booted foot out of the grasp of the servant and planted it in Boba Fett's stomach with an indignant screech, missing her intended target by a few inches up. He fell back a couple paces, then returned, his expression one of a loving uncle reprimanding a recalcitrant child. He grabbed her face again, this time with both hands.

"I was wondering when we would be getting back together." One of the servants hissed at him. "Jabba wants no bruises."

Boba didn't even notice at the man. "I paid for this privilege and when we leave, for the privilege of collecting your price from the Empire. I expect we'll get to know each other much better, a little now and far more on the way, my sweet." One of the other men snorted as the bounty hunter kissed the struggling, but well-restrained girl. Boba smiled beatifically at Beth as he released her face. "Let's get you fancied up for Jabba now, shall we." They released her and suddenly she was free, bootless, dressed in the undersuit of her armor. She shot off the table, but the man she had been left alone with tripped her up easily. She fought desperately as he flipped her over on her stomach and bound her wrists, kneeling on her back to hold her down. Once done, he flipped her back. "It's more fun when I have to tie you up myself." He pursued as she scooted away from him, grabbing her as she actually gained her feet and forcing her back down, straddling her. "Go ahead and scream. I don't mind at all." He didn't appear to be even breaking a sweat and he still had the maddeningly beatific expression on his face. It didn't change even as she got her knee up forcefully into his groin, but his position changed and one leg held her thighs down as he ripped the undersuit and her underwear off of her. She did scream, cursing him, as he began to rape her.

She was mad. Really mad. Boiling mad. If they survived this, they were all going to die, except maybe Han and she just might kill him on general principles. And Jabba. And Boba Fett. Jabba's throne room had been very warm when she had been wearing the bounty hunter armor, but in only a metal bikini, two arm rings, boots and two scarves, it was downright cool. Her dishwater blond hair had been fixed up in a fancy braid with metal clips to match and the only other thing she wore was a neckpiece with a chain attached to it. The other end of the chain was in the hands of that sleeping mass of blubber. And she hurt. It had taken 8 people an hour and a half, with interruptions, to dress her and they had worked up a sweat. The act had roughly resembled trying to stuff a wookie into a meat grinder, but they had won. She looked sideways at the prince where he sat and caught him looking sideways at her. He quit the pretenses, leaned toward her as far as he could, given his chains, and whispered.

"Commins."

Beth glanced up at the sleeping blob and carefully moved toward the prince. They had planned ahead of time that all three situations were to look like separate attempts.

"What?" She was careful not to put any tension on the chain.

"Just before you came in, there was a girl on that chain. She objected too strenuously to being pawed and he fed her to the critter under that grate in the floor. Just thought I'd warn you."

"In other words, this is going to get really degrading, isn't it?"

The prince made a sympathetic face. "I'm sorry."

Beth's answer was sarcastic, and the prince was aware that she meant every word of it. "What are you sorry about. It's the people who talked me into this who're gonna die." The vehemence dropped out of her whisper. "Thanks for the warning. I'm going to scoot back up there before he wakes up and starts pulling." Luke nodded and tried to get back to the semicomfortable position he had found earlier while attempting to ignore the arousing way she was moving. Of course, that was the point of the outfit, the wearer couldn't move without it being arousing. He hoped Leia got here soon.

Unfortunately, Beth's movements did wake up the sleeping blob. And when he woke up, so did most everyone else. And very shortly, the party was in full swing again. Suddenly Beth was shoved onto the floor in front of Jabba's block. She didn't need a translation, she still understood the Huttese she'd spoken in childhood. Jabba jerked on the chain as she rose to kneeling.

"Dance."

The old Huttese came back swiftly. "My lord, I don't know how." Even she was horrified at how naturally the 'my lord' came out. "I'm a mechanic, I've never danced for a man before."

"Dance!"

"Please, my lord. I never learned." Jabba was turning red. She wasn't ready to die yet so she had to get his mind off dancing since she was just as proficient at the kind he wanted as she was at flying.

"My parents were freed working slaves. I was raised on a moisture farm here. I've never. . "

"You were born to slaves?" Jabba began reeling her in, mercifully pulling her onto the block rather than opening the floor. "Were they mine?"

She didn't answer. Her bare belly was pressed against Jabba's. His slimy paw touched a faded scar over her left breast from the beating on Cloud City. Then the paw moved. She had been very right about this getting degrading, in almost every sense of the word. She closed her eyes, determined to bear it; this was nothing compared to what had happened on Cloud City or earlier today when Boba Fett had come to help dress her; when, to her everlasting relief, the arrival of Jedi Knight Leia Skywalker was announced, causing Jabba to knock the message bearer, Bib Fortuna, off the slab and to release enough slack on the chain to allow Beth to turn around and sit down. The entire conversation had been in Huttese and she hoped that His Highness didn't understand it, although she was quite aware that he had been watching the whole thing. He really didn't need to know the complete circumstances of her birth.