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. The moment Han and the Jedi were devoured, Jabba would take the Princess into his arms and strip her of her scant clothing, squeezing her into a tight embrace as he and his subordinates laughed in victory.
As she kicked and struggled and screamed and sobbed, Jabba would kiss her mouth and suck on her skin and grope her naked body the whole trip back, but he would continue to hold back his ultimate advance until they returned to the palace. Her lover Solo would be gone, and now the Hutt would take his place. Once they reached the palace at sunset, Jabba would reluctantly release Leia from his grasp and arrange for her to be cleaned up for their first night together in his private chamber. Jabba would wait, sprawled out on the enormous bed in his private chamber, soaking the sheets with thick slime, contaminating the bed with his hideous smell. There, he would drink his Huttese wine and smoke his foul hookah, resisting the urge to pleasure himself to the thought of Princess Leia, aching to taste her lips, (among other things), until finally she would be brought to him and locked in the chamber with the Hutt.
And then Leia would be delivered to Jabba by his slave girls, who would clean and prepare her and have her fitted with a special set of transparent lingerie that accentuated her beautiful body. The sexy fantasywear would technically conceal nothing but cover her intimate parts. Bib Fortuna would handle his master's empire until called upon. The Hutt would slowly and tantalizingly strip each individual scrap of clothing off of her. And then the Princess finally learn to respect her new Master, gazing into his eyes with unabashed awe and adoration. "I love you, my Master" she would moan as he made her his, they would spend the entire night together.
Jabba's fantasy was interrupted when, predictably, the stubborn Rebels refused to supplicate themselves to the Hutt Lord. While Han disdainfully addressed Jabba as a "slimy piece of worm-ridden filth," Luke offered him one last chance to free them or die.
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 to the barge but really to the droid.
Jabba spat 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 on 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.
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.
Jabba yelped as his right hand lost its fragile grip on the chain, which began to dig underneath his jaw. He pawed at the leash but it was stuck in the fatty folds of his throat and his thick fingers could not get a purchase on it. Meanwhile, his left hand was all that kept the chain from cutting off his breathing completely.
Sensing that she had not completely closed off Jabba's air supply, the rebel princess leapt back a bit from the Hutt, attempting to cinch the chain completely taut with the force of her momentum. However, she was light enough for Jabba to maintain his precious hold on the chain, which nonetheless dug further into the unprotected side of his neck.
Beginning to choke and sputter, Jabba called out for help to no avail. His left hand still barely keeping the chain away from that side of his neck, he rocked forward while reaching back with his right hand, trying to grab onto the princess. Leia was momentarily caught off guard by this unexpected maneuver and felt Jabba's scaley skin brush against her shoulder and chest as he yanked her forward.
Groaning in abhorrence, the princess immediately recovered and pulled herself up closer to him, away from the reach of his stubby arm. Replanting her foot against his back, she hauled on the chain with renewed fierceness. Sensing this, Jabba tried a new tactic by lurching forward, attempting to overpower her with his sheer mass. But he couldn't get enough leverage to slide off the dais; his bulk was too unwieldy and she had caught him in an unfavorable position against the back of his throne. As he continued to struggle unsuccessfully for release from the tightening chain, Jabba's reptilian eyes began to bulge, his pupils widening from the strain. Although a Hutt's lungs are huge and can hold a great amount reserve air, the size of their bulk also demands a lot of oxygen-and Jabba's desperate struggles only depleted his store faster.
Meanwhile, his frantic twisting caused his left hand to lose bit-by-bit its grip on the leash, which was digging slowly but relentlessly deeper and deeper into his windpipe. Very soon the Hutt lost the ability to call for help, his usually booming voice reduced to a series of gasps and gurgles as his oily tongue began to flop from his mouth. His men, hearing his pained cries, were thrown into even more fear and continued to run out of the cabin. In the darkness, they could not tell that it was the enslaved princess that was strangling their master. All they knew was that someone was killing their lord and that they wished to avoid the same fate.
Leia, for her part, was surprised at how she was able to hold on to the chain despite the heavings of Jabba's tremendous mass, which threatened to break her fingers and tear her arms from her sockets. Reaching deep inside herself and a power she had not fully known but always intimately sensed-her connection to the Force-she closed out the pain she felt and focused all her life-force in to paying back Jabba for the degradation and molestation he had subjected her to.
Moving her hands up the chain, she knelt even closer to the struggling Hutt and increased the force with which she strangled him. She could feel the sweat and mucus from his hide splash onto her as he tried in vain to cast her off of him. She relished the irony of the situation-strangling her captor with the very chain with which he had kept her captive-and remembered all the times Jabba had tugged and yanked the chain, bending her to his will. Now, drawing it taut against his throat and hearing his agonized cries, she unleashed all the loathing she felt for her Hutt master.
Feeling his strength beginning to fade, Jabba tensed every muscle in his mighty tail, bracing it against his throne. Suddenly he lurched powerfully forward, trying to catch his slave off-guard. But Leia was ready. Riding the recoil she maintained her grip on the chain, which only dug further into Jabba's neck as he propelled himself away from the throne. She then responded to his gamble, using her weight and her feet planted against his hide to draw his head violently backwards.
His right hand continued to clutch weakly at the leash, as Leia kept up the unrelenting pressure. Soon his left hand too lost its tenuous grip on the chain. Unobstructed now, the slave leash completely closed off his air and forced his tongue to protrude its full length from his gaping maw.
The Hutt's massive heart shuddered as blood pounded in his head. His eyes began to close and lose their orange glow as his life force evaporated. He could no longer see. His hands gave up their struggle with the chain and fell limply to his giant belly, which was caked with the drool that poured from his panting mouth. The powerful muscles of his bulk ached from the lack of oxygen, and his tail began to spasm uncontrollably.
Leia smiled ruefully as she saw the Exalted Hutt's struggles begin to die. The sight of his half-closed eyes and scum-covered tongue hanging from his slobbering mouth made her lick her own lips in blood-thirsty determination. She could hear his powerful tail slam repeatedly up and down on the throne in its death throes, which grew faster and faster.
Closing her eyes now and gritting her teeth the princess hauled on the chain even harder than before, to Jabba's great dismay. As the last sparks of life fired through his nerves and muscles, his vast, superior Hutt mind lost all coherence, but only after one last thought ran through it: she, a supposedly weak human female, a slave girl, not a bounty hunter or a Jedi, had slain him, one of the most powerful Hutts in history. He remembered when he had captured her, and realized that she had been right about making him regret her enslavement. It was this realization of the indignity of his fate that he carried with him into the void.
Leia's painful efforts were finally rewarded as Jabba slumped forward, deadweight. His oily tongue, with which he had licked and molested her, dangled from his mouth, which emitted the loudest of death rattles as black slime leaked from its corners. The eyes that had leered upon her form closed slowly in the sleep of death, deprived of their orange light. His mighty tail-with which he had intended to ravish her and teach her to appreciate him-quivered once, twice, and then lay still. The Great Jabba the Hutt was dead.
Leia kept the chain tight around Jabba's flaccid throat for several seconds, disbelieving he was dead. When she saw that his tail had finally stopped twitching, she gave a last sigh of hatred towards him, turned, and leapt off the throne.
Jabba's men continued to run through the room periodically as the battle raged outside. Not wanting to be discovered, Leia hid behind Jabba's huge carcass while seeing about trying to free herself from her bondage.
Spying a discarded laser pistol a few feet away, the still captive princess attempted to grab it, only to be frustrated by her chain, which would not let her stretch far enough. Just then, she heard a noise behind her. Worried it was Bib Fortuna or another guard, she spun around quickly, preparing for a fight.
She was relieved when she saw that it was R2-D2.
"Artoo! Thank the Force it was you that found me," she exclaimed. She gathered up her leash and pulled it taut between her hands, as the plucky droid extended one of his appendages: an mini welder. A quick controlled blast of electricity, and Leia's chain snapped in two. She was finally free.
"Come on, we've got to get out of here," the princess called as she rose. A dozen links of the leash still trailed down from the collar around her neck-she would have to have that removed later. For now she let the cold metal dangle between her breasts as she crept past an open curtain to the stairs that led up to the sail barge deck. Hearing no one coming down, she sprinted up outside into the hot Tatooine air.
Having been in the darkness of the barge's interior for so long, Leia's eyes were hurt by the harsh glare of Tatooines twin suns. But she ignored the pain and took in her surroundings. Straight ahead Luke was battling Jabba's men, who were unaware that the master who they were fighting for was dead. Glancing to the left, towards Han and the others on the skiff, Leia saw a sight that made her heart sink. One of Jabba's guards was manning a deck gun and aiming right at the skiff where her lover hung for dear life attempting to rescue Lando. Leia desperately searched for a weapon and spied a vibro-axe right by the guards feet. The guard was too consumed with his target to notice the princess leap beside him and heave the axe up in her hands, and so he was shocked when he felt the blade slice into his side as she spun it violently into him.
The rebel princess watched as the man crumpled to the ground and began to expire. Suddenly she realized that he had been the main one taunting her before when she was sitting on Jabba's tail.
However, she didn't have time to enjoy the poetic justice of her deed, for she heard Luke calling her name from across the deck.
"Get the gun!" he yelled, as she turned towards him. "Point it at the deck!"
Leia quickly nodded and ran up the stairs that led to the aft portion of the sail barge. One of the guards noticed what she was doing and attempted to stop her, only to be cut down by the powerful Jedi. Another guard cowardly ran down into the barge, hoping to hide but only making his death certain.
Leia jumped onto the sail barge's main cannon and played with the controls until it began to spin away from the front of the barge towards the back. She then lowered it as far as it could go, pointing it down into the barge's belly, just above Jabba's private bedchamber. Leia reflected grimly on her task, and bit her lip when she realized that she was about to incinerate her dead master's slug-like form. She glared and opened fire, blasting the deck several times as Luke cut down another guard. Sparks flew as she jumped off of the barge gun, running towards Luke. "Come on, let's get out of here!" he said, grabbing one of the many ropes hanging from the barge's sails.
Leia threw herself into his arms, grabbing on to him and holding tightly as Luke swung from the barge to the skiff, making it to the deck just in time as the entire barge shook, and was destroyed in a series of explosions. "Don't forget the droids!" he yelled, jumping off of the rope as Lando steered the ship towards R2-D2 and C-3PO, who had fallen into the sand. Leia picked up a large blanket from the deck to cover her body as the magnetic grapple picked up the droids. She looked over at Han, who was blinking slghtly and looking around himself. "Han?" she asked, waving a hand in front of his eyes. "Can you see me?" "Not very well." he admitted. "It's all just blurry." "We've got some medicine at the Falcon, that should do." Leia said, holding the blanket around herself as the wind started to pick up, blowing sand around in mini-cyclones. "We'd better hurry." Luke said. "There's a sandstorm blowing up here."
The sandstorm only slightly deterred them as they arrived at the Falcon, entering the ship with the half-blinded Han. Leia guided him to the hatch as she kept her robe wrapped tightly around herself, not wanting to expose the golden bikini again. Han and Luke parted with a handshake and Leia slipped into the Falcon's hull as Lando and Chewbacca followed her in. "Are you okay?" He asked, tossing the vibrostaff onto the ground. "Yeah, I'm doing pretty well, considering." Leia said, keeping her bikini-clad body covered with the robe. "We should get going. The fleet's expecting us." She walked down the hallway past the medlab, looking in for a moment as Han lay on the bed with some medicine nearby. "He's going to be okay, Leia." Said Lando. "He just needs to rest." Leia paused a while, walking into the room and slowly stroking Han's face with her pliable fingers. "It's been about a year..." She said, looking at him as he lay still breathing steady. "...since I told him I loved him." Her robe fell open, but she did'nt care if her half-nude form was exposed or not right now. "It just seems like longer." She pulled her robe back together and walked out of the room, heading for the refresher. "I'll be in the shower. Don't you dare peek." Leia said with a smirk. "I've already choked one slimy pervert today." Lando chuckled, her joking attitude bringing some comedy into the dark situation. Leia dissapeared into the refresher, locking the door behind her.
"Thank the force..." Leia groaned, rubbing her neck as she reached down under the sink and pulled out a pair of bolt cutters, carefully bringing them up to her collar. "...I'm out of here." she carefully clipped the collar, making a large slit appear in the golden ring binding her neck. The bra came next, the strings being very simple to undo. She rubbed her sensative nipples, which were still erect from being pressed against cold metal for so long. Leia unclipped her skirts next, letting the peek-a-boo flaps flutter as they dropped to the ground. She grimaced as she undid the armband and wristband, stepping out of the boots and brushing the last of her clothes aside. She stood now, totally naked before the bathroom mirror. For the first time since her enslavement, she was feeling comfortable not wearing any clothing, now that she finally had some privacy. She turned on the water and turned the heat to about medium, picking up the bikini and holding it over a garbage chute.
Suddenly, she found herself stopping. She looked down at the bikini again, wondering about Han. He had not seen the bikini, nor even heard about it. And if his feelings for her were indeed true... She smiled and folded the bikini, collar and all, into a box labeled "Undergarments", locking it and sliding it into her luggage. "Well, he need never know where it came from." Leia licked her lips as she slipped into the shower, turning the water on and allowing warm liquid to wash over her bare body. She thought of Han, of how she had gone through to find him, and let herself fantasize, her steamy thoughts becoming reality as she reached all over... "Stop that." she scolded herself, withdrawing her hands from her body. Leia quickly scrubbed all of the dirt and grime off of her naked body and walked out of the shower after a quick rinse, slipping back into her clothes and embracing the feeling of wearing clothing that covered every bit of skin she did not wish exposed. She was free at last.
The End.