Time on the Luxury Barge
3 Months have passed since Leia and Jabba were in Cloud City.
Harem room, morning…
Leia emerges from a shower stall, a towel wrapped around her wet body, her long hair slicked back behind her. She stops, steam curling around her as she glances around. Melina and two smirking, scantily-clad SLAVES wait for her.
Leia stands in her spot as instructed as the women approach the naked princess.
Leia's lips pucker firmly as one of the slave girls a Rodian fingers work a small makeup sponge over them, coating them with a dark red lipstick.
Leia's eyes are closed as the harem girl applies blue eyeshadow to her lids. She then carefully drew mascara over her eyelids and around her eyes and applied blush to her cheeks.
Melina's hands work beside Leia's ears, hanging a hooped, spike-ended earring on both her lobs. Then she stands back, smiling.
Leia winces as her head is tugged back. Behind her, another harem girl runs a brush through her long hair combing it back as she makes a good amount of it into a large bun, and places two twin, gold hair clips atop her head holding it in place. She then with the rest of Leia's hair braids it into a long plait, tugs the end of Leia's long, newly- and neatly- braided ponytail clamped in place by a golden hair fastener.
A harem girl fastens the small barley there round cups with brown fabric of the gold- framed cups with a wavy pattern around Leia's chest making her nipples stand erect from the cold barely concealing her firm breasts, only covering her nipples. Behind Leia's back, Melina tugs and tightens the very thin black floss string diagonally down across her shoulder blades, slipping its looped end onto a small, hook-shaped underwire of the gold frame and securing it. She then reaches up and does the same with the other black floss string, forming an X across Leia's exposed back.
The harem girl is standing before Leia's lower body, her hands working at her pelvis. Two open oval hip fasteners cling to the upper curve of Leia's hip. The rear crescent-shaped triangular plate hangs on at the crease of her butt crack of her buttocks, but the front end has a small metal hook, which the harem girl secures onto the corner, of embossed crescent-shaped triangular plate with uterus and ovaries to the endometrium and fallopian tubes hangs over Leia's partially covered front of her vulva/hairless pubic/groin area.
Melina's green-clad legs walk up to Leia's bare ones, trailing twin sets of purple lassha silks both an inch in width. She stops, and secures the lassha silks into place at the bottoms of the both plates with the rear silk covering her butt crack, its loose ends hangs trailing the barest bit of privacy between her thighs due to the humiliating fact she was given nothing to wear underneath.
A harem girl tugs an embossed gold bracelet with a small hole in it up over Leia's right hand and onto her wrist. Next she slides a gold, coiled serpent armlet up Leia's left arm, until it snugs around her upper bicep
Melina then guided both her feet into a pair of Jerba leather boots, its top crowned with decorative gold bands.
Melina grabs the double-C shape curved, gold metal, open collar. Melina hands lift up behind either side of Leia's neck, the open sides of the collar moving in around it, and then she pushes her hands together. Leia squeezes her eyes shut with a hoarse gasp as the ends of the collar snap together, a recessed lock snapping shut.
Moments later…
"Start up the engines!" Jabba roared, patting Leia's bare back as his throne slowly hovered through a large gate.
The ceiling of the bargehouse was wide open, with Jabba's men running to and fro as they shouted orders and untied moorings Leia squinted against the bright light of the twin Tattooine suns, staring at the magnificent sight before her.
Leia glared at her master as Jabba's throne hovered into the barge gangplank.
The throne continued hovering into the main quarters, which was a dark and dingy as the palace. Salacious Crumb jumped off of the throne where he was perched and jumped onto a perch in the main throne room on the top level. "A little more to the right, a little more." Said one of Jabba's guards as he saw the throne hovering into place, obviously distracted by Leia in front of him. ".hold on!"
The throne hovered into place, locking into the floor with a loud BLAM and making Leia fall backwards, and landing on her Master's belly. Jabba feels her buttocks as he placed his arm around her waist with his hand grips her front skirt plate to hold her in place as he kept her chain taught and on a short tether.
"Very good, Leia." Jabba said, stroking Leia's chin in mocking approval as he clapped his fact hands and picked up a large curved microphone from his throne.
"Engine room!" he called into the mic as crackly feedback echoed in the room. "Are we ready?"
"Engines ready to go, you eminence!" a crackly voice said over the speakers.
"Cast off!" The barge shook violently, making Leia stumble as her skirts fluttered wildly and exposed her female parts to the crowd.
"You may go to the window my lovely." Jabba, said.
The Khetanna floated out of the barge house and flew out through Jundland and towards the Dune Sea, the Max Rebo Band playing their obnoxious music as the party started up almost immediately.
Jabba, Leia, his goons and entourage enjoying their festivities in Jabba's on the barge.
Jabba on his big cushion of a throne drinking and smoking his hookah, while Leia stood still on the end of her leash as she lifted her left arm and pressed her hand onto the window frame as she leaned in closer staring at the vast sand hills of Tatooine as they rolled by.
The chain remained silent and unmoving behind her neck. A handful of guests gathered around Leia, gazed lustfully at the half-naked princess making lewd and degrading comments towards her, while many others gossip, and speak about the princess and chat amongst one and other.
A bounty hunter calls out Leia's name.
Leia, turns and glares at him as he is with some other guests, and says, "I told you she would look to see who called her name, after all she is a slave." He makes a lewd hand gesture at the enslaved princess. She who turns back looking out the window attempting to block out the gesture that was given to her and what is being said about her.
Jabba behind her beckoning for her in Huttese: "I love the view of your wonderful ass princess," he purred. The Hutt continued to gaze at her backside and curves, he began to drool uncontrollably while his long tail throbbed in anticipation.
Leia ignored Jabba's deep voice, hoping her master would leave her alone. But a soft tug on her leash reminding of her place. She turned back to glare at him while he licked his lips in lust for the half-naked enslaved princess as she notices her master looking at her exposed butt.
Leia embarrassed, not that it didn't matter given how revealing her skirts and whole attire is. While Jabba licks his lips at his slave. Leia glares at her master giving him a royal statement as she carries on looking out the window.
Laudica a human female, dark-haired, wearing a red jumpsuit and markswoman, approached the half-naked princess knowing full well the slave princess is not allowed to speak as she stood beside her.
Leia gazes at her. "I must say princess, in all the time you have been Jabba's slave, I have always wanted to tell you that you make a very beautiful slave and love the royal attire overall as you wear it proudly as the princess you are should and belong in your rightful place as his slave, and I just love how you aren't wearing anything underneath your royal garb Jabba specifically made for you as a princess such as yourself shoudn't."
Leia, looks at her numb as she has heard this many times from different people, but still feels ashamed she is looked down upon this way as nothing more than a sex slave to Jabba and everyone else.
Laudica, "I am sure you have been told this many times, but just thought I'd tell you princess."
While her hand caresses Leia's naked back.
"Your skin is so smooth and radiant princess I can tell you take care of yourself, and see that Jabba has been taking special care of you and giving you the life of a princess."
Leia, listens as she looks at Laudica while speaks and degrades the half-naked princess with her comments and statements for the next few minutes.
Laudica finally leaves, leaving Leia alone at her place at the window of the sail barge while she feels the cool breeze against her naked skin briefly closing her eyes breathing in the fresh air.
The chain snapped as it was pulled, the half-naked princess yanked back from the window, her eyes open abruptly and with a loud, half-choked gag. "Haughh! Ow!" Leia runs across the barge while her front skirt flows backwards to the side of her outer thighs of her legs her revealing her smooth bare pussy as her rear skirt flares up revealing the rest of her bare smooth tight round bubble butt while she runs across, the chain producing a cacophony of metallic jangling before and beneath her as she struggles to keep her feet beneath her, her breasts bouncing gracelessly in her loose-fitting top. "Aungh!."
Leia exclaimed breathlessly, as she leapt up onto Jabba's big cushion of a throne and braced herself against his belly with her hands, which slid across its skin. She was about to pull away when she felt Jabba's hand press against her lower back while holding her chain.
Jabba opened his wide grinning mouth she turned her head away as his disgusting tongue followed teasing the princess with his tongue in mockery of her as the Hutt began to speak: "I very much long for your company my princess and for you to sit at my side as a princess should with her powerful master and ruler of the outer rim and the six months I have had you my lovely."
Still attempting to get her air back, Leia gazes weakly up into her master's eyes, whose pupils widened as they leered at her. Jabba moving his goblet towards her.
Many look on at the princess's domination. His hand groping her buttocks. Leia gaze weakly into her master's eyes, as they leered at her. "Drink my lovely princess," Jabba says to his slave.
Closing her eyes, 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 retaining her poise. Still, she remained ever the princess she is.
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 satisfied, "You may sit princess."
The enslaved princess does so following her Jabba's orders. Leia situates herself at the base of Jabba's tail, closing her legs allowing her front silk skirt to hang in between her inner thighs to not expose her womanhood to the crowd, not that it really mattered as her front skirt plate exposed a some of her groin area on both sides of the plate. While her rear skirt flowed down the base of Jabba's tail. She rests her hands on her thighs.
Jabba keeps Leia on an extremely short tether constantly rubbing her back with lust while talking to the guests in front of him, as they gazed at his luscious prize. Leia glancing at the goons, guests, and degenerates that surrounded her and Jabba as her master spoke to them.
A bounty hunter asks Jabba how long he has had Leia, he responds, "six months the princess has been mine," Leia still processing she has been with Jabba this long since her capture and execution of her friends. Jabba ran his hand over her shoulder caressing her, licked his lips and pulled on Leia's leash insistently. The princess allowed herself to be pulled back.
She closed her eyes in abhorrence and then glared back without turning her head. She looks at her master as he licks his lips in lust. Jabba continues to drink from his goblet and caress her shoulder and back while conversing with his entourage.
Leia, glances over at the two Jawas that are sitting beside her making inappropriate gestures to her as they both laugh in mockery of her. Leia maintaining her royal poise and her beautiful dignity in order to show that she was not intimidated. The bounty hunter, "Fascinating the princess is, how old is she?,"
Jabba, "My princess is 23 years of age." He pulls on Leia's chain causing her body to tip backwards on the base of his tail where she sits, feeling the pain on her throat, she grips the flesh of the base of his tail with her left hand, while the other hand rests on her thigh. Her body tightens up, as she is pulled backwards, Leia's stomach hardening showcasing her abs, as her eyes closed in pain, while Jabba pulls her chain, her buttocks clench together. Jabba, peers down her backside as he pulls on her chain, licking his lips as he sees the crease of her clenched buttocks.
Jabba loosens the grip on Leia's chain as he pats her on the shoulder while the half-naked princess sits regally. Leia smirks at the bounty hunter, as if to tell him she is perfectly fine. The bounty hunter, "She is a confident one, always has and always will be, even in your presence Jabba, after all she is a princess, and I have to hand it to you Jabba for having the princess."
Jabba, "She is my princess after all." Leia's chain snapped taut with a mighty yank. She grunted and rocked back, flinging an arm behind her to the surface of Jabba's belly to catch herself to not fall back onto his belly.
As the Hutt snarled he slackened the chain, and Leia pushed herself upright again, then eased her sitting position a little closer to him, moving slowly so that he wouldn't notice. She hoped that by moving closer, the slackened chain would prevent him from accidentally choking her again.
No doubt what he wants, she thought bitterly.
Indeed, several more times during the conversations, Jabba gave brief tugs on the chain, making Leia tense but fortunately, she'd chosen well, for the chain was more noisy than it was functional. She felt relief, but also tension, for she didn't know how long this break would last.
The barge continues across the dune sea. The festivities continue in full swing.
Leia sits regally and stoic in front of her master's belly on the small space provided for her. Leia's booted right foot is lying on the edge of the cushion throne, angled to the side, as her master's tail brushes against it.
Her bare left leg stretched in front of her, her knee bent on the edge of the throne, and her thigh fully exposed as her front skirt drapes over the ankle of her Jerba leather boot and drapes over the edge of throne, her rear skirt bunched up with the other half flows behind her on the tip of Jabba's tail.
The tip of Jabba's tail wiggles, curls, flips up and down. Leia's tongue pokes out from between her lips, licking them, then pulling back in as her lips curl up from her teeth.
Jabba is puffing off of his hookah, smoke curling out of his nostrils and huge mouth. Music plays in the background.
Leia felt the cold metal dig into her flesh suddenly, a sharp bite that elicited a pained gasp as the chain was pulled taut, forcing her slender frame to slide backwards with the torc. Every muscle tensed as her cheeks became enflamed with red shame.
It pained her somewhere deep and intimate each time the slug pulled on her "leash," grabbing her attention as though she were something less than human. Somewhere where her humanity and femininity intersected there was a sharp, rankling to it. The collar was tight around her neck, binding her to the creature who had made himself her master. Her whole body grew warm as humiliation overwhelmed her. She tilted her head as subtly as she could to try and convey to the many patrons surrounding her and Jabba just how serious the situation was. Her eyes conveyed a pained plea.
The heavy links of the chain jingled ominously as Jabba fingered them. The bikini clad princess had never felt smaller, she straightens herself and sits regally while her master rubs her back and shoulder keeping her chain taut and on a short tether.
One Jawa, Snipp Nkik, is reclined back in the spot in Jabba's coiled tail with a pillow supporting him as another Jawa, Haret stands beside him reclined on Jabba's tail as both speak to each other, having a clear view of Leia's exposed backside and looking at her in lust.
The two Jawas converse amongst themselves about Leia calling her degrading names, comments and their fantasies regarding the enslaved princess, the scantily-clad princess glared back backwards without turning her head. The tip of Jabba's tail caresses Leia's round butt as it sways up and down and side to side while the rear silk skirt flows over his tail.
Leia is sitting on the cushions piled before Jabba's belly. She's looking forward miserably, when a loud gong smashes. She snaps out of her spell and looks around.
Off to the side of the Observation lounge, a chubby, shirtless Kitonak plays a woodwind instrument, building up to a rhythm that a Ortolan keyboardist plays in his circular keyboard. After the music picks up, a Pa'lowick singer steps forward, her lips bright red as she picks up a microphone and begins to sing. They are the Max Reebo Band.
Leia watches curiously, then turns away, sighing-then her head stops abruptly, her eyes widening.
Four women move into the middle of the chamber: two human, a pale Twi'lek, and a heavyset Askajian. They all have their arms lifted and pointed out, and move with quick, delicate footsteps. Stopping directly before the throne, they all stop, then curtsey.
Leia frowns, uncomfortable and displeased.
The women rise, then as the song kicks into a faster beat, they begin to dance.
The Twi'lek writhes her body around, then steps slowly past the others. The Askajian moves to the back, her body jiggling thickly. On either side, the humans lift their arms and sway their hips back and forth.
Behind Leia, Jabba's huge head begins to rock side to side, and he opens his mouth to groan in approval.
One human slave, a young, blond girl with wide-set blue eyes, curls her arms above her head and curves her torso forward and back, swaying her scantily-clad hips so her sheer skirts sway about her bare legs. Behind her, the Askajian slave swings her arms up and down in alternating lunges, her chubby biceps and three sets of pendulous breasts jiggling slightly. To the right, the other human, the red-haired slave that Leia had seen in the harem, slides her hands down and up her blue silk robes, twisting her body into sensual movements to the beat. And then in the front, the Twi'lek slave twists around so her lekku head-appendages swing in the air behind her.
Leia's frown deepens with disapproval, and she begins to look away, when her chain lifts and tightens with a quick tug, making her tense. She twists back and looks up.
Jabba, looking down atop his mountain of flesh at her, licks his lips.
Then she turns back to the dancers, her bare shoulders rising and falling with a heavy sigh.
On the floor, the dancers continue to slink and step, writhe and twist, sway and twirl.
The blonde human slave looks up directly at Leia, her eyes narrowing as she opens her thick, pouty lips in a seductive, silent expression. She twists to the side, jutting her backside out and her breasts up in a quick, bouncing thrust.
Leia flinches.
The Askajian slave dips forward, revealing three sets of cleavage, then snaps upright, setting her whole chubby body jiggling.
Leia's lips tighten.
The Twi'lek slave turns around, swaying her lower body back and forth, curling her hips and pelvis and backside around.
Leia turns her head, but keeps her eyes forward...then slowly turns straight again.
The red-haired human slave raises her arms above her head, swaying her lower, exposed midriff about.
Leia's gaze hardens.
The red-haired slave turns and sways her backside back and forth.
Leia's eyes widen.
The red-haired slave spins suddenly, and her gaze meets Leia's.
Leia's head, then shoulders, twitch in a sudden shiver.
The red-haired slave smirks, then slides her hands down her sides and turns again, lifting her arms and slinking away.
The Max Reebo Band reaches a crescendo, the singer belting out a long, final note.
The dancers all bow, and the audience erupts with applause, hoots, and cheers.
Leia watches, her scantily-clad breasts rising and falling with shortened breath. She swallows hard, then looks away- then her chain snaps taut again, gagging her, and she grabs at her collar as the chain snaps again, yanking her back-and she falls onto the front of Jabba's belly, the chain jingling noisily under the cheering audience, her breasts jiggling from the wobbling impact upon him.
Jabba is looking down. Jabba, "Dance for me lovely Leia."
Leia coughs a couple of times, glaring up at Jabba from the corner of her eye, then reluctantly heaves herself forward.
She rises before him and begins to step forward, but Jabba raises a hand. Leia swallows hard, blinking, then looks around uncertainly. Jabba looks up and rotates his giant head to his left.
Before him, Leia twists her head to her right, peering over her shoulder.
The Max Reebo Band begins to play the same song as before.
Leia's lips tighten, and her shoulders rise and fall with a heavy breath. A loud, metallic crash makes her jump.
Leia looks down.
A length of her chain sits in a haphazard tangle before her boots. A moment later, another set of slackened links drops atop it. Jabba's hand is lifting up in the air - empty. He glares forward.
Leia's lips part, and taking a deep breath, she swallows hard and looks around.
She awkwardly turns and faces the edge of the throne, then balls her fists and jumps forward and off, landing on the floor in a half-crouch that shows off the shapes of her breasts, loosely held in their gold-framed cups.
Links of the chain slide forth off the edge of the throne, stretching behind her, the remaining slack still piled where she'd previously stood.
She rises, looking around uncertainly.
Courtiers, henchmen, guards, and other slaves are all watching her. Nearby, the heavyset Askajian crosses her thick arms atop her uppermost set of breasts, smirking. And closer still, the red-haired slave smiles slowly.
Leia, eyeing her warily, lowers her head and casts her gaze at the floor.
Before the throne, the half-naked Princess stands for a moment, surrounded by a waiting audience. Then she raises her head.
Seen from behind, her hands and arms lift up. Her lower body begins to arch to the left, then to the right. Her rear skirt flutters aside slightly as her back and shoulder blades flex with her movements. She's slowly turning her head back and forth, trying to find the rhythm. Her right arm lifts up, her hand outstretched, fingertips fluttering in the air awkwardly before clenching into a fist. Her eyes are closed against her audience as she twists her chest back and forth, pointing her breasts side to side.
In the audience, members watching smirk and shake their heads. A few stare with deep interest. The Twi'lek slave is leaned in beside the Askajian, pointing at Leia, shaking her head and whispering something. The Askajian chuckles, her torso bouncing.
Leia clumsily turns her body around, so she's facing the throne, and moves her arms up and down, lacking any sort of confidence or grace.
Jabba, Leia glares up at him, then closes her eyes again, and tries to do as commanded, curling her hips to one side and her chest to the other, alternating them in slow, almost sensual movements.
Bib walks up beside Jabba, watching her, then smirks and leans in, raising his taloned hand beside his mouth to whisper.
Leia's eyes flutter open and she looks up.
Bib lowers his hand, looking at Leia, grinning. Jabba licks his lips, smirking, and Bib chuckles, then leans in to whisper again.
Leia frowns, then forces her eyes shut again as she continues to focus on the dance
The band reaches the climax of the song.
Leia's half-naked body twists and shuffles around. Her hands lift beside her breasts, hesitate, then give them a quick squeeze and lift, then drop them so they bounce in their top, and she sheepishly lowers her hands.
Bib, watching, frowns and nods, and Jabba's bulk quakes with a quick, jiggling chuckle. Bib crouches down beside him as Jabba continues to watch, his eyes narrowing slowly.
The band nears the end of the song.
The chain-links begin to drag back up onto the throne. The band concludes the song.
The chain-links tighten and begin to lift into the air.
Leia turns around and awkwardly curtseys, then straightens, looking up and opening her eyes. She takes a quick breath and lets it out-
Jabba's hand tugs back on the chain, hard.
Leia gags and grabs at her collar, being thrown back.
watching, licks his lips.
She stumbles to the throne, clutching at her neck, coughing and groaning.
Atop his throne, Jabba watches her.
He yanks the chain again.
Leia stumbles closer, her breasts bouncing and jiggling in her top, and stops before the throne, planting her hands against its edges as she glares up at Jabba. Catching her breath, she heaves herself up atop it.
Beyond Jabba's sloped, flabby head and arm, Leia moves in closer.
Her half-naked lower body rams up against his belly, and she leans forward, showing off her cleavage as she presses her breasts to his flabby chins.
Leia's head thrown back, her ponytail dangling beneath her, her mouth open with a sharp gasp.
Jabba unfastens Leia's strings from her top, the top falls onto the throne. He is sliding up the front of Leia's left breast groping her firm breast, obscuring her nipple their shared, breathy moans filling the air.
Jabba's big left hand holding the chain unhooks both hip fasteners of her bottom as it falls onto the throne. His is pressed to Leia's lower waist. Her backside fully exposed clenches and unclenches. Leia is whimpering harshly, and Jabba is cooing and gurgling.
Jabba's right forearm reaching down out of view before Leia's tight womanhood, making small motions up and down, and Leia's whimpers break into another sharp gasp.
All around, audience members grin, point, snicker, and chuckle. A few shake their heads.
The audience can be heard laughing and applauding.
Leia's slow, echoing breaths continue, then all the sounds of the room return: her quick breaths, Jabba's squishing flesh, her clanking chain, and the chuckling audience around them.
Her eyes close tightly shut, and she winces in pain and pleasure while her master pleasures the naked princess's womanhood.
Her hand squeezes Jabba's chubby forearm as she gasps sharply, lets out a loud moan of orgasm and cums on her master's hand.
Various amused audience members are pointing and applauding.
Jabba's eyes are narrow, and staring forward, at the naked upper body of Leia, standing before him and facing him.
Her whole body covered in sweat, and her firm breasts are heaving with sharp gasps. Her cheeks are red and puffy. Her shoulders twitch with a shiver, making her chain jingle noisily. She utters a sob, then composes herself, struggling to catch her breath.
Jabba licks Leia's cum from his finger and hand, then licks his lips. "I thoroughly enjoyed giving you pleasure my lovely and you always taste so delicious, my princess, my Leia, my slave, on our 6 months together."
Leia blurts out a shaky groan at this, then purses her lips, struggling to keep her breathing even.
Jabba watches her for a long moment.
Leia keeps glaring at Jabba, then slowly turns around. Her eyes glance around awkwardly.
The audience, still amused by the cruel show of nonconsensual consent, is only now beginning to break up and turn away.
Leia's shoulders rise and fall in a shaky sigh, and she purses her lips, then lowers herself down. Sitting before Jabba.
Her gaze is fixed at some point far, far away as she breathes through her open lips.