PREFACE: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual content (I need to emphasize this: it gets REAL nasty at parts), some of which could be potentially distressing to some readers. Reader discretion is highly advised.
Also, this story combines several pre-existing characters from the Star Wars universe, as well as a couple of original characters. With all that being said, please enjoy.
-PART I-
Submission Is Survival (Minna)
As the heiress of a well-respected family in the Core Worlds, Minna had been raised to be a very prim and proper lady. She explored the galaxy at her leisure, helping those in need, however and whenever she could, and took on a very noble, selfless personality as one of "the nice girls of the galaxy." Her life was set to take a very permanent and damaging turn, however. A turn that would morph this kind-hearted, faithful woman into a brainwashed, single-minded slave meant to service the scum of the Outer Rim.
Minna had recently taken a trip to the Outer Rim planet of Tatooine, a world well-known for its blazing twin suns, and infamous for the seedy criminal underworld that populated the planet. Minna was well aware of the crime that polluted this otherwise insignificant world, but she was not too concerned about it. She had visited Tatooine, and other equally shady worlds in the Outer Rim, plenty of times, and not one soul bothered her on her tenures. As a result, Minna expected this trip to be no different: go around, offer assistance to the people and creatures who needed it, and leave to make the rounds on other worlds.
As she walked down the dunes of Mos Eisley, however, she saw quite a large gathering of people on the corner near the local Cantina. There were three people, two male and one female, and the two men appeared to be with the woman, who was vomiting profusely on the sandy ground and trying to wipe thick slime off of her fancy dress, which appeared to be slightly ripped. "I told you it was a mistake to come here right before Boonta Eve! She will probably never be able to sleep without seeing that thing trying to get his paws on her!" one of the men angrily said to the other man, who tried to comfort the woman as she continued to puke in what looked to be a look of sheer repulsion.
Concerned as to what exactly caused this woman to become so disgusted, so terrified, Minna carefully approached them and began to speak up. "Pardon me," she said innocently, causing the woman to look up at her, "I could not help but notice that you look… quite distressed right now. Would you care to explain what has happened?" After a moment of silence, the woman simply walked away, trying desperately to cover up her breast, which peaked through her torn outfit, much to the joy of some of the denizens, with one of the other men following right behind her. The angrier of the two men, however, stayed behind, and was more than willing to provide Minna with the answers she needed.
"It was that… thing the people around here call Jabba The Hutt. We were just walking through the plaza and there he was, trying to grope our friend." Minna gasped in a fair deal of horror as she heard what he said. She had never seen Jabba The Hutt before, not a single image, but she had heard stories about him, in addition to a good understanding of the Huttese language, about how he was practically the king of the galactic underworld, who would force women all over the galaxy into serving him. "Listen, I hate to boss people around, you do sound like you know what you are doing, but do not try to find him," the man said as he really took a good look at Minna's body and choice of wardrobe, "especially when you look like that, you are just begging for him to come onto you."
The man walked away to chase after his two friends, believing he had persuaded the girl not to engage with this "Jabba The Hutt" figure. Who could blame him, either? Minna was definitely not dressed to impress. As a means to combat the desert heat, she decided not to wear any of her classier outfits, such as her many royal robes. Rather, Minna wore her least professional outfit: a pointy, gray top highlighted with yellow on either side, long yellow gloves, and a yellow and gray set of leggings with a yellow waistcoat trailing. As if her scandalous outfit, which left her midriff completely exposed, was not enough, she also had an all-around slim figure with ample breasts and buttocks, which had garnered a fair amount of perverse looks across the galaxy, and her hair was bright green, which made her stand out very easily in crowds.
Nevertheless, Minna decided not to heed the advice of the man who she talked to. Even if he was right, and this "Jabba" was a pitiful crime lord, he surely could not be the worst being she has encountered in her travels. Plus, she felt it was only right for her to stand up for that woman who was attacked by him, to make it clear to him that what he was doing was truly abhorrent. If there was any chance that she could come through to this man that he needed to stop, to help more than he harassed, Minna was willing to take it. She marched her way into the plaza, looking for the man they called Jabba, and she was taken aback by what she saw next.
There, in the center of the plaza, was a massive, slug-like creature that towered over everyone else in the area. His body was a repugnant shade of dark green, accented with a manure-like reddish-brown on his bulbous face and bloated stomach. His tongue, a purple-ish organ slick with drool and other repulsive things, emerged from his lipless mouth as he licked the top part of his mouth. He appeared to be well over twelve feet in length, a lot of which was composed of his revolting tail, very thick in width, and seemed to be impossibly heavy. He had two short, slippery arms, large reptilian eyes in a frightening shade of yellow, and his already grotesque body was covered in slime and boils.
The mere sight of this creature nearly made Minna scream in disgust, let alone gasp. "This disgusting thing is Jabba The Hutt?!" she thought to herself, and she almost wanted to run off at that very moment, even though she stayed put. She truly felt sick to her stomach watching Jabba lay corpulently on his rocky throne, which was not at all helped by the sight of a bowl next to his side. Inside the bowl, submerged in greasy water, were several small, green, tentacled creatures that pathetically squirmed around the inside of the container. As if Minna expected it to happen, Jabba lazily extended one of his arms into the bowl and grabbed one of the creatures, causing water and grease to drip onto Jabba's throne and hand. He then greedily stuffed the creature into the depths of his maw, crunching it as the creature squealed in terror, and lapped up the remaining flesh and juices with a sweep from his tongue.
It was at this point where Minna had finally decided to call it quits, but as she began to step away, a Rodian smuggler grabbed her by the arm. Surprised, she tried to break the connection between her and the Rodian smuggler, only for him to begin choking her as a result, uttering foreign curses that Minna had not yet learned about. As she struggled, however, a booming voice spoke up, having noticed what was happening just now. "Let her go," Jabba said, his deep voice echoing throughout the plaza. Upon hearing the Hutt speak, and seeing a couple of his personal Gamorrean Guards begin to ready their vibroaxes, the Rodian released Minna and stepped away in fear. As Minna began to catch her breath, however, Jabba let out another, more sinister command: "Bring her to me."
The Gamorreans then did exactly as their master ordered, approaching Minna, grabbing her by the arms, and made her walk closer to Jabba's throne. He noticed the girl for far more reasons than the fact that she was in trouble, he had his own agenda with her upon picking her out in the crowd. As they stepped right next to the throne, Jabba motioned for the guards to release her, and they did. Minna was now directly in front of Jabba The Hutt: one of the most repulsive beings in the entire galaxy. "I am starting to wish I listened to that man," Minna thought to herself.
Jabba leaned forward a little, as if he was inspecting Minna's body, before leaning back, content. "Who exactly are you, and what are you doing near my domain?" Jabba boomed in Huttese. Minna, who understood his words perfectly from language texts she had read over the course of years, replied "I am Minna, heiress of the Calian family, and born on Corellia. I am here on a diplomatic mission to assist those in need." Jabba softly nodded as she spoke, understanding what she said. "Well, my dear, it should be known that I essentially govern this planet. Any problems that present themselves on this planet will be dealt with by me personally," he responded in a reasonably diplomatic manner. Then, Minna asked "If you govern the planet and its people, then why did I just see a woman who claims to have nearly been assaulted by you?"
The entire plaza fell quiet within a second. Everyone refused to speak, afraid of what would happen if they broke the silence, which quickly caused Minna to realize her mistake and gulp. Jabba then leered forward, and silently commanded one of the Gamorreans to bring her even closer, which he did in a perfectly obedient manner. Minna was then practically shoved into Jabba's grasp, tightened by the beast himself as he gripped her backside with his stubby arms. "Listen, dear," he quietly growled, "I rule this planet, I do what I please to whomever I please." As he spoke, fetid breath sprayed from his mouth, eviscerating Minna's nostrils with his inhuman stench and nearly causing her to wretch. Jabba took notice of this, however, and quickly plugged her mouth with one of his fingers, gagging Minna with its foul taste.
"So, unless you wish to become the next meal of the Sarlacc, I suggest you remain quiet and return to my palace with me. We can discuss your qualms about my practices there… if you still feel confident in your beliefs," Jabba said to her. Minna could not speak, as her mouth was gagged with his finger at the moment, but she saw that as he spoke that last part of his sentence, his tail sprang to life, lightly slapping the throne in what Minna soon learned was a devious form of arousal. Clearly out of options, Minna silently nodded her head in agreement, causing Jabba to sigh in a false sense of relief. "Good. I was worried we would have a problem, darling," Jabba said as he withdrew his finger from Minna's mouth. "Darling," Minna thought angrily, "Or 'khankee' as they say. How demeaning. This creature thinks I will just submit, become a pleasure slave for him like I have heard many Hutts have done before him. Well, he is wrong," Minna thought to herself as the throne repelled into his personal sail barge and made its way back to his palace further across the planet.
Some time later, the barge arrived at Jabba's Palace on the other end of Tatooine. Minna was kept in Jabba's tight grasp as the throne hovered its way back to the main throne room. As Jabba lightly hugged her, softly squeezing her exposed back all the while, Minna cringed in disgust, refusing to show Jabba that she would appreciate his actions. Once they arrived in the throne room, Jabba called his majordomo, Bib Fortuna, to his side and quietly uttered some commands to him. Minna listened casually as they spoke. "Tell everyone in here that they are dismissed. I would like some alone time with my new acquisition," Jabba spoke to Bib, who replied with "Very well, Master Jabba" before telling them exactly what Jabba ordered. Many aliens of all kinds, including Bib himself, huddled out of the palace's throne room quickly, soon leaving the entire room empty, with Jabba and Minna as the only beings inside.
"This is more appropriate," Jabba said to Minna, "Nobody around to witness the first 'session' with my new slave girl, just how I like it." Minna began to speak, angrily uttering "I will never be one of your playthings, you malformed toad." Jabba silently responded by grabbing her roughly by the waist, and he began to slowly tear her clothing off of her body, starting with her leggings. Minna yelped as he did this, making no effort to hide his disgust and fear as Jabba ripped her clothes off of her in a similar manner to the girl she came across. "You are sick! I demand to be released im-" Minna began, only to be gagged by Jabba's horrible tongue, which licked the small inside of her maw, coating it with slime, alcohol, and even the scarce strand of mucus.
Minna groaned and cried in disgust as Jabba did all of this to her, even though she should have expected nothing less from a wretched creature like him. Finally, as Jabba pried her top off of her, he finished his initial defiling and dropped Minna to the ground, completely exposed and naked. She gagged and sputtered, trying to expel the vile liquids and slimes from her mouth, but with no such luck. Jabba then repelled his throne closer to Minna and gripped her shoulder, as Minna just now realized that she was kneeling above a large metal grate in the ground. "Now, darling, there are two ways we could go about this. The first is that I throw you into the pit you see before your eyes, and savor the sight of you getting devoured by the mighty Rancor. Or, you could submit to me, acknowledge me as your rightful master, and it could make your life, as well as mine, far better than you could imagine. So, do you wish to survive under my command?"
For a moment, Minna actually stopped and considered the offer, staring at the pit below as the beast's rancid slime dripped off of her face. Jabba was an irredeemable, disgusting creature to be sure, and she could not imagine anything worse than living to pleasure a being as foul as him, but the prospect of death was one that she was not too fond of, either. It was ultimately a lose/lose situation at its most extreme: she could live out her life as his servant, a slave used to satisfy his lusts and desires whenever he pleased, or she could simply face a slow and painful death at the "hands" of his pet. After taking a moment to consider her fate, Minna looked back up at Jabba, almost looking defeated, and silently nodded her head. "Good, I was worried that we were going to have a problem," Jabba said in response. "Now come closer, my pet."
Minna began trying to get up on her feet, but Jabba said "No need to stand, my love. Just kneel by my throne." A little annoyed, in addition to disgusted, Minna stumbled over to the front of her master's throne, sitting on her knees and facing his stomach as she awaited her next command. "As my slave, it is very important that you are by my side at all times, unless told otherwise. Now, you will be mainly tasked with serving me in many ways, and I feel like right now is the perfect opportunity to provide me with one of your new… services," Jabba said. After a moment of initial confusion, Minna came to a sudden and horrifying realization as to what Jabba meant as she saw his tail slither across the side of the throne and landed a foot or two away from her. As it drew closer to her face, Jabba gave one simple command:
"Suck."
Minna looked at the tail for a moment, almost analyzing it. It was a vile thing, with a huge length of ribbed dough coated with a thick layer of slime and the Hutt's bodily fluids. Near the tip, very close to where Minna was kneeling, was a big green pustule, and it appeared to be swelling slowly as the tail flicked her cheek lightly. While she could sit there and stare at the one thing that could possibly be considered "genitalia" that she thought Hutts could have, she began to see Jabba gain a more grimacing look, so she finally obeyed and gripped the tail with her hands. The organ wriggled in his hands, but she kept as focused as she possibly could and maneuvered the tail inside of her mouth. She dropped one hand at this point and slowly stroked it with her hand, pushing it forwards and backwards inside her mouth. She nearly coughed and cried in disgust, she felt quite beyond repulsed by what she had to do, but servicing her master was the one thing keeping her alive now, so she kept sucking her master's tail, stroking it all the while.
Jabba, on his end, was fully enjoying his first session with Minna. He frequently let out wet groans of arousal and satisfaction, slowly uttered Huttese curses as Minna continued to pleasure him, and slobbered as she unknowingly licked his more sensitive areas, with a lot of his drool tainting Minna's bright green hair. Eventually, it got to a point which Jabba anticipated and Minna quickly feared: Jabba's tail began to quiver in her mouth, his curses growing louder, and he began to thrust his tail inside and out of Minna's mouth himself, freeing her other hand from his organ. In this process, her lips hit the part of his tail with the pustule a little too hard, causing it to pop and a thin, green slime to spray below her tongue. This caused Minna to gag even harder and, as a result, Jabba thrusted in her mouth even harder.
After a few more painful moments, huge globs of thick, whitish-green ooze secreted from his tail, expelling from the ribs of his organ as it released from Jabba as he let out another horrid moan. Minna was overwhelmed, with the ooze, the gross seed of this equally gross creature, filling her mouth, her entire jaw and throat being coated by Jabba's spunk. She groaned in disgust, a barely noticeable string of tears falling from her eyes as she was forced to swallow the Hutt's orgasm. As she reluctantly gulped again and again, her mind became littered with thoughts. "Is this what my life is from now on? Pleasing this horrid thing during my every waking moment?" After a minute or so, Jabba slid his tail, freshly lubricated with his seed, out of Minna's mouth, causing lots of it to drip onto her nude chest and leaving her slumped on the side of the throne, defiled and exhausted.
"There there, my pet. Come sit by your master's side," Jabba seductively said to Minna, who took all of her remaining strength to climb up the stone dais and plop against Jabba's stomach, which rumbled as she nearly sunk into his fat. Not even noticing her hand was placed in a patch of his grease and sperm, Minna leaned onto his corpulent belly, breathing lightly as his load trickled out of her beautiful lips and onto her body with the rest of it, and Jabba took this opportunity of weakness to expel his thick tongue from his mouth and lick Minna across the length of her face, strings of slime and phlegm landing on her cheek and hair as he sighed.
"Seeing as you did so well on your first attempt," Jabba said as Minna craned her head upwards to look at him, "I feel it is only necessary to reward you." Catching her attention with those words, Minna turned to Jabba and unassuradly said "That would be… lovely, master." Though it was impossible to tell with his lipless maw, Jabba smiled at Minna's newfound obedience. "Then kneel backwards, legs on the throne," he said, and Minna, despite being confused by this order, did as Jabba said. As she kneeled before him, her lovely backside facing Jabba, he began to drool tantalizingly, and said "A little further, head towards the ground." Minna did so yet again, putting Jabba face-to-face with her smooth, mostly clean buttocks. Jabba then lowered his blubbery chins slightly, extended his massive tongue, and licked her folds.
As she felt this sensation, which repeated a few times over, Minna did something she never expected: she moaned. A moan of genuine pleasure and arousal escaped her mouth, with several more following as Jabba slowly closed his stunted, yellow eyes and focused on consuming the nectar of his newest slave girl. As slime and mucus landed on her most intimate area, tainting her perfect, virgin body, Minna continued to moan and let out some of the same curses that her master made as Jabba pleasured her. "This is wrong. This is so very wrong, but… it feels so good," Minna thought to herself as she continued to accept her "reward" from Jabba.
After a few more bliss moments, Minna smiled and cried as she orgasmed, the fluids of her body shooting onto Jabba's tongue, who gleefully consumed it and burped lightly as she collapsed on the ground. As she lay on the floor of the palace, the seed of her master, her new rightful master, drying on her body, Jabba's tongue retracted back inside his body. Coming to her senses, Minna crawled her way back into the throne and rested her head on Jabba's stomach once again, but now with a feeling of acceptance rather than disgust. "That was truly wonderful," Minna sighed as she examined her naked body next to his, and Jabba replied "Of course it was. I am glad you seem to have found your place by my side at last." The rational part of Minna's brain pleaded with her to fight back, to not give into such a loathsome creature, but it was over. Minna had now accepted her place by his side, and as a thin wave of the Hutt's repulsive gas overwhelmed her senses and began putting her to rest, she moaned "I am as well, master."
As the newest trophy of Jabba Desilijic Tiure in the Outer Rim, Minna had truly become a depraved and submissive slave girl. Eternally bound to her master's palace on Tatooine, she complied to servicing her master, however and whenever he demanded, and gained a completely selfish personality as one of "the naughtiest girls in the galaxy." Her life had changed forever, and she was bound to never see her family ever again, with the only other beings she would come across being the fellow scum of Jabba's palace who would use her as Jabba did, but she did not care anymore. She was now his plaything, and she could not have been happier.