Hutta 3
"Ooofff!"
Another sharp tug caused the metal collar to dig into the back of Leia's neck. Melina grinned as she watched the former princess stumble.
Leia slumped against the sandstone wall. This time she hadn't landed on the ground and thus wipe dirt off her shiny black catsuit.
"Maybe…" Leia gulped for air. "If you would slack on the leash, I could walk in these heels."
"Honey, you'll need to do more than walk in those heels soon enough. Jabba might find you fascinating, but if you fail to perform for him… Well," Melina shrugged. "You'll be Rancor food. Melina's fake lips formed into a wicked grin.
"I don't see how Jabba hasn't fed you to his Rancor with your high and mighty attitude!"
"That's because I know my place." Melina jerked the semi-heavy chain. Leia nearly lost her balance once again. "Though perhaps your pretty face does need some ruffing up before you learn your place."
The woman squared off, both clutching their fist.
"Oh, hey there."
"Good, thought I would have to wrangle this shudda by myself." Melina said, turning to the approaching guard.
Lando tipped his helmet. "Yes mam." Land said in a folksy tone. "Jabba sent me to retrieve his new girl." For a split second he and Leia made eye contact.
It did warm Leia's heart a little to see a friendly face.
"I'll take the girl from here, mam."
"Are you sure. She's quite the handful."
"Oh, I'm sure." Lando took the chain from Melina. "Isn't that right princess?"
"Go to hell!" Leia snapped.
And just like that Lando yanked on the chain, dropping Leia to her knees. With his other hand Lando clutched Leia's cheeks in his grasp. "Now we will not have any problems, princess!"
"Yea…" Leia chocked.
In the dimly lit hall, Leia and Lando's bodies were extremely close. Lando took the moment to give Leia a friendly wink.
"Whatever." Melina snorted. "She can be your problem. I give her two days tops." The red jumpsuit clad woman sauntered off.
Lando watched her leave, admiring her shapely bum. Then his eyes drifted over Leia. The catsuit she wore left virtually nothing to the imagination, coating her in a glossy black skin. Lando's body tensed. In another setting he wouldn't mind seeing Leia like this. Those sorts of settings involved him purring her some champagne and putting the romantic charm to one hundred.
"I'm sorry there wasn't more I could do for you." Lando said at a whisper as he beckoned Leia to move forward.
"It's alright. I do understand..." Leia's face scrunched in contempt. "I'm the one who got myself into this mess."
"Which is why I'm going to get you out of this." Lando assured.
"How? What time is it?"
"A little past midnight."
Leia sighed. "Then the storm has already hit."
"It will only last for a day or two. You can hide away in a cargo container. When Luke arrives, we can turn the tables and bust Han and Chewie out." Lando assured Leia as he started to lead her down a flight of stairs.
"No." Leia said, digging her heels into the ground and straightening her back.
"What?" Lando cocked an eyebrow.
"When Jabba finds out I'm missing do you really think he will let that slide. While his guards turn over the palace looking for me, who do you think Jabba will take out his frustrations on…" Leia's lower lip quivered. "At this point I'm the only one that can distract Jabba from Han."
"Leia, you do know that…"
"Yes! I the know the hell I'm walking into. I maybe a refined virgin princess but that does not make me ignorant!" Tears welled up around Leia's eyes. She fought them back: remembering Melina's warning.
Lando opened his mouth but was speechless. Leia held her head high, face full of conviction. Lando nodded.
Han, forgive me for this.
"So, take me to Jabba now." The words came out of Leia's mouth like vomit.
"Right this way, your highness." Lando tugged on the chain, pulling Leia up another stair flight.
"Hey Lando, you could do me one small favor."
"Anything, Leia."
"Please check up on Han and Chewie. And when he asks where I am, tell him Jabba me locked in an isolated cell, holding me for ransom. He doesn't need to know about this if possible."
"Sure thing." While it pained Lando that Leia was asking him to lie to Han, he could more than understand why.
"Now we are nearing the court chamber. Here I'm just a humble guard, but I will do everything I can to look out for you."
"As long as you don't blow your cover. We are all coming out of this."
"Of course, princess." Lando flashed Leia a cocky grin that she had seen from Han far too many times.
A short while later Leia and Lando arrived at the stairs that lead to Jabba's court chamber. Leia felt week in the knees as she stared down the passage that only a few hours ago she had descended to free her lover. The stiletto heels Leia wore made it difficult for her to have any sort of balance. The vertical pins in the casuist's corset pressed against her ribs with every breath. The collar in turn pressed against her throat. Only the catsuit's, thin yet durable, material prevented chafing.
Music blared from Jabba's court chamber. Apparently, another party was in full swing. Leia's eyes fluttered as her body swayed. It must have been at least a day since Leia had last slept and around a year since had had a proper full night's sleep.
"Cha wonga value tuve." Called out a smug voice.
Bib Fortuna strode up the stairs. The pale Twi'lik's eyes roamed over Leia's catsuit covered form. A wide grin crossed his face.
Instinctively Leia shielded her womanhood. Which she realized was no more covered than a that of a naked plastic doll.
[Oh, yes.] Bib said in his native language. [Jabba has been getting a fine stock of human females as of late.] Bib took Leia's chain, dismissing Lando with a nod.
Leia gulped as Bib closed in. Bib caressed a pointer finger along Leia's cheek. Leia flinched, arching her head back.
[I wouldn't mind impregnating this one.] Bib flashed his razor-sharp teeth.
Impregnate!?
Leia held in her shock.
[You'll never get the chance!] Leia snapped. In the same language.
Bib paused for a moment: eyeing Leia. Rage and built-up sexual tension radiated from Bib's body. He looked her up and down. The long sharp nail from the pointer finger pricked at Leia's catsuit.
Fear flooded Leia's mind. Her body tensed up. Bib wanted to force himself on her right there and now. Leia doubted even Lando could stop him.
Though for a split-second Bib glanced back down to where Jabba was waiting for his new prize. Bib hissed, returning his attention back to Leia as he yanked her chain.
[Master Jabba has been around for a long time and has had many girls. You may be special right now. But that will not always be the case. Besides…] Bib stopped midstride, leaned in closer to Leia, and spoke at a whisper. [Jabba is old, and his health is not what it once was. Soon he might pass in his sleep. When that happens, this palace will have a new master.]
Perhaps Though don't count on me being here when that happens.
Leia silently glared at the perverted Twi'lik. Bib took Leia's silence as a victory.
Jabba lounged on his daises, puckering his lips around a smoking pipe. The crime lord coughed and gurgled as he let out a smoke puff. A sharp pain burned his gut and throat. Jabba took another puff looking over his court.
It hadn't taken much prompting to summon them for another celebration. But it was a little more lowkey because of the lateness of the evening. Many patrons were still nursing hangovers from the last party. They stumbled about as the band played some low beat music.
The jangling of chains perked Jabba's interest. The Hutt partly shifted his head and massive eyes to the staircase.
"Oh my, Princess Leia!" Skywalker's golden droid called out from Jabba's side. "I do hope you are alright…"
Jabba tuned the droid out. It would have to be reprogramed later. Though for now Jabba couldn't take his eyes off his new prize. The former princess's breast and bum bounced with every step as she stumbled along. The catsuit had turned out perfectly.
After learning from Fett that Solo had a lover, Jabba knew she would attempt to save him. Love: the whole concept irritated Jabba. Yet it is how he knew she would come. So, after learning everything he could about Alderaan's last princess, Jabba knew the catsuit would be the perfect way to break her in. If she thought herself a dominatrix then she would be dominated.
Everyone in the court watched as she was brought before Jabba. Leia couldn't help but blush as she felt their eyes roaming over her body. The catsuit was now starting to feel sticky as her body began to heat up and perspire without any sort of proper release. Several aliens reached out as Leia passed, letting their fingers graze against the smooth catsuit.
Leia took in a deep gulp as she now stood before Jabba's throne. Jabba's lips curled into a cruel smile. Bib dashed to his master's side, handing him the chain. Jabba greedily took it and gave a few testing tugs.
A sharp pain dung into Leia's neck. Leia's body swayed but she remained rooted. A stoic demeaner rested on Leia's painted face.
The court chamber faded into darkness. A harsh light shine over Leia. Her hazel eyes squinted.
Jabba's deep voice boomed while 3P0 translated for all to hear.
[Before my throne stands Leia Orgona: Alderaan's last princess and...] Jabba's face shifted into a smirk. [Solo's lover!]
Jabba's court laughed and jeered.
"So, this is what Solo has been tapping."
"Rebel slut."
"Oh, I always thought that he and the Wookie were a thing. Maybe she does both."
Leia shifted her gaze away from Jabba back to the court. Her butt cheeks clenched, and shoulders tensed. The many alien and human male's words burning into her mind.
Just shut the hell up! You are nothing but sleemo scum. Han is ten times the man any of you could ever be!
All the court saw from her was an irritated glare.
Jabba gave Leia's chain another tug and a command. The court ceased their verbal assaults. The weight from the taught chain links caused Leia to lean forward. Jabba's eyes glimmered like fire orbs as he stared her down.
[In a foolish act of love, Solo's slut thought she could cross me. As punishment, from this day forward she will be known as Slave Leia of the Hutts.]
"Slave Leia, Slave Leia, Slave Leia…" The court chanted.
At this point Leia was grateful that her side buns hid her ears as she could feel them turning pink. Leia's heart thudded against her chest. Her mouth hung partly open. Leia's vision turned hazy. The stench from so many sweaty alien bodies and the mix of drugs in the air was finally getting to her. But there was also something else.
This is all real. It's not some sort of nightmare. I actual am a slave girl….
Enjoying watching Leia's regal face, Jabba tugged the chain hard. Leia gasped and stumbled forward. Her limbs flailed wildly as it took all her dexterity to stay on her feet. For a split second, Leia though her thin heels would get locked into the grate on the floor. But somehow, she managed to reach Jabba's dais without falling.
Jabba had pulled with far more strength than Leia thought Jabba's flabby mass was capable. Jabba yanked until Leia was in arms reach. Bib moved behind Leia before she could squirm away. Leia's body trembled as her breasts rested under Jabba's chins.
Leia fought to create as much space between herself and the Hutt as possible. Her hands pushed against Jabba's fatty flesh. The chain links clattered as Leia strained her neck. Jabba in turn continued pulling on the chain as he wrapped his other hand around her backside.
Bib sniffed Leia's hair and rubbed her should.
"Get your hands off me!" Leia cried out.
"Oh, Leia…" Jabba moaned. A wicked look glimmering in the Hutt's eyes. Leia choked up. Somehow even her own name sounded filthy coming from Jabba's mouth.
Jabba gave Leia's chest a lingering lick and smacked his lips.
"Yeah, enjoy it up slime ball!" Leia said scornfully even as she tried to wiggle free from Bib and Jabba's embrace. "This catsuit is made from toxic stuff."
[Ho,ha haaa!] Jabba's rumbling gut vibrated Leia's body. [What is toxic to a mere human is far from dangerous for a Hutt.] Jabba belched in Leia's face.
A sent that rivaled the Death Star's trash compactor hit Leia full force. Leia coughed and gasped. Her head throbbed from pure overload. At this point Leia felt her knees buckle.
Bib stepped aside so all could see. Leia's face was squished against Jabba's chest and her rear stuck out at a sharp angle. The court pointed, laughed and jeered some more. Jabba kept chuckling in his deep base tone.
Every sound thudded in Leia's head. At this point she was so drained, unable even to move a muscle. Jabba patted the top of Leia's head.
[On your feet, girl!]
Bib pulled Leia so she was now facing the court. Jabba had slackened on the chain somewhat, leaving a cool set of links to rest down Leia's spine. Leia gulped looking as she made eye contact with the perverted throng.
"All hail Slave Leia of the Hutts!" They shouted.
Jabba raised a hand. The music cut off.
[That is all for tonight. It has been a long night for my new pet. She needs her rest as for tomorrow she will give a performance that is sure to satisfy.] Jabba shifted his gave from the court to Leia's backside with the last words.
A foreboding shiver traveled down Leia's spine. She looked to the trap door near the dais's base. Tuning out Jabba's voice and the court's taunting, sobbing like howls could be heard.
A sharp tug from Jabba brought Leia's attention back to her captor. Leia glared at the space slug who was blabbering on.
"Master Jabba wishes you to lay down for the night." C-3P0 said.
Leia shifted her head as much as she could. The collar pinched at her throat. But Leia's face did soften to the gold-plated droid.
At Jabba's side a rug and collection of pillows had been set up. Leia sat down, making herself as comfortable as possible.
One-by-one Jabba's court shuffled out or drifted off to sleep in a corner somewhere. Jabba slackened on the chain and started snoring.
Leia started up at the snoring, drooling mass that was her new master. Despite her exhaustion, Leia was still to wired for any sort of any meaningful rest. The day's events replayed in her head.
There had to be something I could have done better. Maybe some sort of clue or hint that Jabba knew something was up. I really shouldn't have walked into that trap.
Leia sighed and shook her head. Her hooped earrings chimed against her thick collar. That was all wishful thinking.
At least Han is still alive.
Leia looked over at the now empty space where Han had hung on display. Yes, things looked dismal, but Leia still had faith that her, Luke, and the others would find a way out of this mess. Rebellions were built on hope after all. Hope may have been all that Leia had at her disposal, but Leia knew she wouldn't let that fire inside her go out. She might have to keep it at bay, but when the moment was right, she would strike! With that thought Leia's eyes closed, finally drifting off to sleep.
Even as Leia took hope in future retaliation, she occupied the minds of several others in a much different way. Jabba, Bib, and several other court members dreamt. Visions of Leia in various stages of undress filled their minds. Taking several stances, Leia pleasured the dreamer.
"Oh yes, just like that. Good slave, Leia." Bib moaned as he slept just a few feet from Jabba's dais.
Jabba's tail shifted to stroke Leia's thigh. Drool dripped from Jabba's slobbering mouth. Reflexively he jerked the sleeping slave girl's chain.
[My sweat slave Leia.]
"Thank you, Master Jabba." Dream Leia said in a slyly naive tone.
Dream Leia lingered in Jabba's embrace without a collar or chains and only wearing a decorative gold framed bikini. She stroked the top of Jabba's head and kissed his cheek.
[You sever your master well, my lovely. As such you will be rewarded.]
"Pleasuring you is all the reward I need, master." Dream Leia batted her eyes and giggled.
Jabba brought his hand below Leia's rear plate.
"Ooohhh Master!" Leia gasped in pleasure.
[Then you will be amply rewarded….]
A grin crossed Jabba's face. Leia contently laying at his side.