Author's notes:

This chapter - and the next - are two I've been seeing in my mind for a while. Finally I can write them.

I'm not sure from the movies if Bib Fortuna can speak Basic. For my purposes, he can.

Warning: darker themes in this chapter. Non-consensual sexual touching and groping. Nothing penetrative. If you can't handle non-consensual sexual groping of women, skip this chapter. Intimidation, coercion, manipulation. Some violence.

Bib Fortuna had held his current position with Jabba for many years. Having been in trouble and out of credits, he'd wound up in Mos Eisley one day when Jabba's man was in town seeking more staff. Hired initially as a guard, he had steadily and diligently worked his way up from that level through the security ranks. And had begun to be included in strategic decisions.

He thought of himself as the Hutt's second in command, which was, in this palace, technically true. Many decisions had been delegated to him. A variety of duties added over the years.

One of his favorite tasks was to oversee the preparation and presentation of new pleasure slaves. Most of the time, the females - mainly human, some Twi'lek like himself - were captured or bought by Jabba from various dealers that roamed the galaxy. Very, very rarely did a female show up actually wanting to become part of the harem.

And that unwillingness was one of his greatest joys. To see the fear, even terror, in their eyes as the women learned of their fate. Knowing that they would likely never be released from slavery - unless, like Oola the other day - they were killed. It was highly arousing to him to be part of the process.

He stood now, in the harem showers, watching as Jabba's newest prize was brought in by the guards. Princess Leia Organa of Alderaan. Bib licked his lips. She would be a fine one to tame, he thought, taking in the almost defiant look on her face. She turned to glare at him. Oh yes, he would enjoy this immensely.

"Strip," he hissed, gesturing to her.

"What?" she asked. There it was. A note of disbelief, just like all others before her.

"I said strip. You're going to shower and be changed into something more pleasing to the master. You can do it yourself. Or they," he said, pointing to the three Gamorrean guards, "would be more than happy to help you."

"No."

"No?" he queried in a soft, dangerous voice. "No?" Bib nodded to the guards, who approached the princess, roughly pulling her arms behind her. He smiled, hearing her cry out in pain. That was a sound he loved.

He walked slowly toward her, keeping his eyes on hers. The princess still looked strong, unbending. He would take care of that. It would be easy.

"You are not in a position to say no, slut." Bib stood directly in front of her and grabbed her jaw to tilt her face up to his. Then he leaned down and kissed her, trying to push his tongue into her closed mouth. He laughed, releasing her. The look on her face - disgust - was perfect. Grabbing her hair, he pulled her head back. She had her eyes closed. Did she think it would all go away if she could not see him?

"When Boba Fett delivered your lover, princess, he told us a very interesting tale." Her eyes were still closed, her face set in an unreadable mask. "He said Han Solo had been tortured before he was frozen. For quite a while, on a scan grid. And you, princess, were there the whole time. Forced to watch."

She said nothing, eyes squeezed shut, but Bib could see her expression change. He smiled as he saw her press her lips together. "Did you like that, Leia? Did you enjoy seeing your lover in pain? Was hearing his screams pleasurable for you?" He slapped her cheek and she finally opened her eyes. The horror of that day could be read in them. "Answer me. Did you like that?" he hissed.

"No." This voice was the one he wanted. Quiet. Scared. He might even call it subdued.

"I didn't hear that, slut."

"No. I didn't like it."

"I would keep that in mind. Because if you continue to defy me, or the master, we can and will torture Solo right in front of you. We might not have a scan grid here, but we have a variety of devices to really hurt someone. You don't want to be responsible for that, do you?" When she did not answer right away, Bib slapped her again. "Do you?"

"No."

"Good." Then he shoved her roughly. "Get on with it, then."

He stood back, watching the show. She stripped as fast as she could, with her back to him the entire time. What he could see of her, he liked. A lot. And so did the guards, seeing the way the crotches of their pants tented out. This new prize had creamy skin, a tight round ass, and firm legs. Bib felt a shudder move through him as he imagined pounding his erection into her, forcing her to take him in all the way, hearing her cries as his wide girth stretched her beyond capacity. Of course, he could not take her before Jabba did. But there were a few things other than kissing that he was allowed.

"Take those clothes and dispose of them," he ordered the guards. He smiled, seeing the princess's back tense. "And you, whore, will wash your hair and body with the soap on the shelf. You will face us while you do it."

Laughter spilled from his lips as he watched Leia turn toward them and crouch over to hide herself. "Oh no. No, no, no, no. That will never do, princess. Make her stand up straight," he directed the guards. Bib walked over to a door that directly connected the harem to the showers, and opened it. "I need three slaves in the shower. Now," he demanded of the creatures awake in the harem.

Bib found himself even more excited, now that the princess was being forced. Her arms were held out to the sides by the guards. One of the harem slaves was behind her, washing that long dark hair. The other two slaves were cleaning her body, rubbing her skin with small soapy cloths. "Don't stand in front of her, stand to the side or below," he growled, irritated that he could not see what he wanted.

Yes. Oh yes. Even with suds clinging to her, he had a great view of the front of the princess's body. Yes. Jabba would be very, very pleased. Bib stared at her breasts, ripe and lush and deliciously wet. The outfit he would dress her in would do nothing to hide that perfection, and that was just as his master always wanted.

Her cunt was disappointingly hidden by a dusting of curly dark hair. Bib frowned at being denied a view of what was likely perfect pinkness. The hair would have to go, but not right now. There wasn't time.

The harem slaves worked quickly, washing, rinsing, and drying their newest member. Too fast for his personal liking, but Jabba was waiting. He watched the women fix and braid her hair, and apply the make up that was laid out on a table for that purpose.

A slave held up the top of the outfit and prepared to put it on the princess. "Wait. I want to inspect her first." He would not be able to sample anything of this slave once she was dressed and presented to Jabba - unless he had his master's permission. Now was his main chance.

Slowly he walked forward, looking up and down her body. Careful not to scratch her with his sharp fingernails, he gripped a breast firmly in one hand, causing the nipple to protrude. "A little taste, I think," he leered, ignoring the look of disgust on the princess' face. He pushed his long tongue out, licking and swirling the nipple and aureole around it. "Very, very delicious."

It was so enjoyable to degrade her. He only wished he had hours to do it and not minutes. Moving around behind her, Bib grabbed her hips with both hands and pressed his hard cock into the cleft of her naked butt. "Feel me, slut? Feel that hardness?" When she did not respond, he pumped harder against her. "I said, do you feel me?" he demanded.

"Yes." Her voice was dull and emotionless.

"Remember that, slave. Once Jabba has had you, he is likely to share you. With me, the guards, with any criminal scum that darkens his doors. You'll be forced to take us all." Enjoying the feeling of his erection rubbing against her, he hissed in her ear, "And I can't wait to watch." With that last comment, he shoved her hard, so that she gasped and fell to her hands and knees.

"Get her dressed now," he ordered the harem slaves. "She needs to go to the master."

His fun was over. For now.

More author notes:

Ugly, I know. But I think some in Jabba's palace - not necessarily Bib, but he is a creepy looking dude and served my purpose here - would find it amusing to physically and mentally humiliate and degrade Leia (and Han) while they had the chance. Something had to go on behind the scenes when Leia was getting into her slave get up. This is my take.

Don't worry about our princess. The only person Leia will have any kind of sex with in this story is HAN. But she will have to endure some more looks and unpleasant commentary in future chapters, before our crew is all safe on the Falcon again.