Leia wakes up, rubbing her eyes, groggy. The chain leash was molesting her body, rubbing against her side, pinching her skin. Jabba had been pulling on her leash, trying to wake her up. Leia reluctantly stood, still keeping her heavy blanket around her shoulders.
Jabba was wide-eyed, looking hungry. He licked his lips with a "ahwwhhh".
"Yes, master? What can I do for you?" Leia respectfully spoke, knowing it would benefit her cause.
Jabba poked his thick hand into her blanket, pulling it off her shoulders. She tried to keep it wrapping around her waist. Jabba jerked her chain towards him, bringing her against his body. "Remove it, Leiaaaaa." Jabba greeted her with a sloppy kiss around her chin. Leia shuttered, dropping the blanket to her ankles.
Leia flicked off some spittle with her fingernail from her chin, disgusted.
Jabba chortled "Ha ha ha. Kiss me, schutta."
Leia sighed; her chest heaved beneath her bikini top. She winced, leaning forward, licking Jabba's chin. He chuckled as she did; his chin bouncing playfully against her tongue. She retracted, disgusted with herself.
"Does that- please- you, master?" She almost choked on the word please.
"Ho ho ho, yes, princess. Very much so." Jabba turned towards the throne room, shouting, "Porcellus, food!"
The skinny dark-haired chef rolled a cart up to Jabba, with steaming delicacies and large glasses of amber and green liquid. Jabba eagerly grabbed a tall shaped glass, chugging its contents. It dribbled down the folds and winkles of his chin. He clumsily placed the glass back on the cart as it almost fell over the edge. Porcellus swiftly caught it before it came crashing to the floor. He refilled it, offering Jabba another glass. Jabba slide his wide gooey tongue over his lips, chugging the next glass. Leia watched in horror and disgust, as Jabba finished his second, going for his third. Jabba finally stared down at her, noticing that Leia was watching with distain.
"Oh, princess? Did I not offer you some?" Jabba held the glass rim to her lips, tipping it towards her.
Leia was hardly prepared for the thick liquid to enter her lips. It oozed down her chin and neck, dripping onto her cleavage below. Eventually she managed to part her lips, sipping the strong beverage. The consistency was similar to raw batter, but the taste was sharp and acidic, like alcohol. It was so strong that it already had somewhat of an effect on Leia, making her head sway some.
"Good, schuttaaaa." Jabba reached out his tongue, lapping away the excess liquor from her neck and breasts. Leia tried to keep her composure but found it difficult as she winced under his tongue. "Tell me, princess, how have you enjoyed your stay so far? Are you enjoying my companionship?"
Leia sighed, knowing that if she answered correctly, she'd perhaps be treated better. "Yes, master." she winced.
Jabba chuckled, pleased with himself and his slave. "Goooooood." he muttered, poking his tongue out and giving Leia another sloppy, wet kiss. Leia turned her head away, trying to avoid his dripping tongue and the smell of the alcohol on his breath. Scummy salvia started to crust over on Leia's face.
Jabba's tail flicked up and down, slapping the dais obnoxiously. Leia balled her hands into fists, knowing this meant the Hutt was aroused. Jabba shoed away the chef, keeping his attention on Leia.
"Princess, I want to see how docile you are." he tugged at her leash playfully. "Turn around."
Leia did so hesitantly, not sure what his plan was. Jabba started to stroke her back; his chubby digits eventually made their way to her lower back. His finger started to poke between her bottom plate and her ass cheeks. Leia shivered, fighting back any emotion caught in her throat. Her body tightened; her butt instinctively clenched together. Jabba's other hand, holding the chain, started to reach up under her bikini top, groping her tender breast. The chain rubbed against her skin aggressively, leaving it red and raw. She shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a place in her mind to escape.
Her eyes bulged suddenly as Jabba's finger made its way between her butt checks. He pulled down her skirts, letting them fall to her ankles. His finger started to travel down her butt, between her cheeks. His other hand started to the other breast, pulling the bikini top up and off her chest. It obnoxiously sat on her collar bones, against her throat.
"Relax, my Khankee." His chubby hand squeezed her breast harder. Leia squirmed under the pain. She tried to do as he said, but it seemed impossible to relax under his grip.
"If you don't relax, this will hurt." Jabba warned. His tail trailed up her leg, poking up between her legs. It slithered up between her pussy lips, reaching up to her ass. The tip slipped up between her ass, poking clumsily around her asshole. Jabba pulled her closer to him; her bare back made contact with his oily worn skin. Leia closed her eyes tight, worried that she would be deflowered more than she ever imagined.
His tail reached further, poking its tip into her asshole. Her eyes opened suddenly, wide as the suns of Tatooine. The flabby tip wiggled around, trying to penetrate deeper. Jabba's rank breath crept over Leia's bare breasts, moistening them. Her nipples hardened under Jabba's grip; the chain wrapped around her breasts, slithering over her bare skin. She shivered and clenched her fists as tight as she could manage, digging her nails into her palms.
"Relax, princess." Jabba breathed, laying his tongue across her shoulder. "You'll soon learn to enjoy my touch." His other hand, that had been pinching her rump, reached up to meet her breasts. Now with both hands on her chest, he seemed to envelope her body with his slimey mass.
His tail continued to poke around her asshole as Leia shut her eyes as tightly as she could manage. She wished for nothing more than to be anywhere but here, including being back on the Death Star. At least that torture didn't involve her being naked or molested.
"Princess..." Jabba breathed, flicking his tail around inside her. "What a wonderful slave you've made." At last his tail retreated from her buttocks and slithered down her thigh to her feet. Leia's face scrunched up, revolted that her ass had been violated and now the remainder was running down her leg.
"Please, please, master," she added for effect. "Let me go bathe."
Jabba had released her breasts; the slime trailing from them as he did so. She held her arms together at her chest, trying to make herself as small as possible. One could say she was in a standing fetal position.
Jabba's belly bounced against Leia's sore ass playfully as he gave a long hearty chuckle. "You find me revolting, do you, little Leia?" he mocked.
Leia's lip trembled, not knowing what she should say. She felt so violated and yet, if she wanted what she wanted, she'd have to give him what he wanted. She turned hesitantly towards him, still holding her arms to her chest; her head bowed down. The hutt's pudgy digit caressed her chin, raising it up so her eyes met his.
"Show your master some love." he snickered some from his throat. Leia started to lean into his cheek when Bib Fortuna ran down the steps into the throne room, racing to his master's side. He stared, gazing at Leia with his lustful red eyes; red and bright like the twin suns of the very planet Leia was trapped on. He gave a wide grin, full of his pointed fangs.
Jabba growled, grabbing Bib by one of his thick lekku. Bib howled with pain. "E chu ta!" Jabba yelled. Leia's eyes widened. She knew that Bib was in trouble, but in a sense, it saved her from having to lay any hands or lips on Jabba for now.
"Lorda, Chess ko!" Bib pleaded, seething in pain. Jabba finally released Bib with a shove. Bib rubbed his lekku gingerly. Leia watched, almost pleased with Jabba. She knew Jabba had taken at least taken some pity on him and had spit him out of his gullet with the promise to never touch Jabba's property (her) again. Even though Leia hated being told she was property, she did appreciate that Jabba would only give Bib another chance if Bib behaved himself. She knew that twilek's lekku are very sensitive and she wondered if maybe it felt like being pulled by your ear lobes. She had a brief memory of her father, the Senator, doing the same, when she misbehaved at a senate meeting. He led her out of the hall sharply by her ear.
Leia shook her head, trying to stay present.
"Jeedai sa wata Luke Skywalker, Jedai Knight" Bib spoke, still coddling his wounded appendage.
"Nang mathta wong reempa choon kee!"Jabba growled in return. Jabba shoved Leia back to a sitting position, tugging on her chain so she was laying against his massive bulk.
Luke stood before them wearing a dark woolen cloak. He stepped forward, pulling down his hood, speaking firmly. "I must be allowed to speak!"
Bib tried to lean over and tell Jabba something, however; Jabba interjected before Bib could finish. "Koonyah mahlyass koong!" He grabbed Bib again by his lekku as Bib shrieked again. Leia wanted to keep her eyes on Luke, happy to see him here, however; there was something rubbing against her back. She rolled her eyes, knowing it was Jabba's tail, happily stroking her up and down.
Jabba shoved Bib away as Bib fell harshly to the ground. Bib picked himself up, brushing the dust off his dark robes.
"Jabba." Luke spoke, taking another step forward. "I will give you one chance to let Han Solo and the Wookie go." He finally acknowledged Leia, giving her a brief smile.
Jabba simply laughed; his lips heavily coated in green and white slime. He tugged again on Leia's leash, making sure her back fell into him, causing his gut to dimple around her.
She tried to pull away but the chain leash kept her in place. Luke noticed this immediately and bit back, "Let her go! You'll get your money!"
Leia tried to lean forward to warn Luke of his impending doom; Jabba yanked her back against his bulk. Her bare back smacked against his belly noisily.
The wicked hutt's Gamorean guards started to circle Luke. C3PO started to wave his arms, wanting to butt in.
"Jabba, you will pay for your crimes. You have underestimated my powers for the last time. Now let them go!" he bit viciously, going for his lightsaber.
"Master Luke, you're-" C3PO tried.
Jabba laughed. "Chool kanya wee shaja mee-choo, oong jedi." I shall enjoy watching you die, young jedi.
Bib looked around nervously, not quite knowing what Jabba had in store for the young Jedi.
Luke's sky blue eyes shifted around nervously as Jabba reached over to pound his fist on the rancor pit's trigger. Leia saw Jabba's movement and audibly gasped. "No!"
The rusty metal steal gate of the trap door creaked open, dropping Luke down below. Leia knelt at the end of Jabba's dias, peering down, shrieking, "Luke, no!" She instantly knew what she should do hearing Jabba's sneers and chuckles behind her. She swallowed her pride and turned towards Jabba. She leaned against him, just as she was taught, in the slave's embrace.
"Master, please, please spare him." she let her weight sink into his bulk, just like he liked.
He grinned maliciously and licked his lips. Instead of shying away and groaning, she stared back with every fiber of stamina she had left in her body; even as so far as letting the lip of his tongue grace her chin. She closed her eyes gently. "Please, master, please spare his life." she pleaded as she heard the deafening sound of the creaking steal door to the rancor.
"Kiss me, Leiaaaa." Jabba moaned. Leia, without hesitancy, leaned up and pressed her smooth lips over his doughy, wrinkly cheek. He chuckled in her face; his breath reeking almost making her retch.
He held his hand up, halting the cheers and shouts of the audience chamber. "Hagwa watta, Gardo. Hopa Jeedai."
Bib barked some Huttese at the Gamorean guards who were gawking at the scene below. They squealed and started to make their way down to the pit. The gate below had stopped, just allowing the rancor to claw underneath at Luke. Luke stayed far from his grasp, dodging any of the rancor's swipes at him.
Jabba didn't take his large glassy eyes off of Leia. His tongue still caressing his bottom slimy lip. Leia stared back, secretly grinning in the back of her mind. If this is what she had to do to save Luke...
Luke was carried up to the throne room again by the Gamorean's chubby grasps. Luke fought against their grasp, losing that fight.
"Jabba, you piece of-"
"Luke, don't!" Leia turned to Luke. Jabba tugged on her chain, forcing her against his belly.
"Let her go, Jabba!" Luke barked, still trying to escape the guard's grasp.
"Ha! Not likely, Jeedai." he chuckled as his audience joined in.
Luke sneered and pressed his lips tightly together. "Where's Han?"
"Luke, he's ok." Leia tried. Jabba yanked on her chain again, silencing her in an instance.
"Leave, Jeedai, if you know what's good for you." Jabba insisted; his wide eyes never straying from Luke.
Luke's eyes shifted around nervously. "Not without Leia!" he demanded.
"Ha!" Jabba barked. "You are in no position to make demands, boy."
"You'll regret this, Jabba." Luke attempted to threaten again.
Jabba let out a long, echoing chuckle. "Ho ho ho ha ha ha. Take him to the dungeons. It's the Sarlacc pit."
"Master, no!" Leia tried again to pull away from Jabba, but his grip on her leash was too firm. When he heard her plea, he gave the chain some slack so she could face him. "Please, please, spare him, master."
Luke still struggled again the Gamorean guards' grip; their over-sized hands easily kept Luke's arms in place. "Don't do this, Leia! He's not your master!"
Leia attempted to ignore Luke and focus on Jabba's seemingly glowing pumpkin-like eyes.
Jabba grinned maliciously. His throat uttered a laugh, resonating from his body. "I will spare him, my pet."
Luke growled, watching with horror. "Let her go!"
Jabba ignored him again. "I will spare him," he continued, "if you please me, my Khankee."
"Yes, master. I will endeavor to please you."
Jabba snickered which came out as a huff or two from his nostrils, which flared. It blew some of Leia's hair strands from her face, giving her a noxious whiff of his breath. "Now, Khankee."
"N-Now?" Leia stammered out, still trying to breathe.
Luke managed to break free from one of the guard's grip, trying to head towards the dias. The guard who still held on shoved him to the ground, stepping on his back. Luke glared up at Jabba, who stared down at him smiling, licking his lips.
"Jeedai wermo!" Jabba pulled Leia in tight, in the slave's embrace. Leia squirmed, trying to turn to see Luke. "You will watch as your precious princess is defiled by me." Jabba lapped his tongue across Leia's chin and across her cheek. She had been so accustomed to this by now that she closed her eyes, not once flinching from his face. He flipped Leia around with ease, groping her breasts. Leia moaned uncomfortably. Luke growled and fought beneath the Gamorean's boot. "Let her go!"
Jabba chuckled, enjoying the feel of his massive hands around Leia as well as Luke's complaints from below.
"You monster! Get off her!" he tried to push himself up; the guard shoved him back down easily using his massive weight as leverage.
Jabba groaned with pleasure as his chubby hand traveled down Leia's side down to her inner thigh. He poked one finger behind her skirt between her pussy lips. He gave a soft moan as Leia squeezed her eyes tight, trying to reach out to Luke with the force.
"I'll be ok, Luke" she tried.
"No! Leia!" he reached up his arm, trying to stop Jabba's assault.
Jabba kept his finger going, starting to rub Leia's clit. Her entire body stiffened as she held her position. "I'll be ok." she breathed, almost trying to convince herself.
"I will enjoy your princess thoroughly tonight, young Jedi. I'm sure you'll soon learn to enjoy watching as much as she has come to appreciate my company."
"Get." Luke started to push himself up, beneath the weight of the guard's boot. His arms trembled as he managed to get some off the ground. "your" he got on all fours and stood, knocking the guard down, onto his back. "hands." he reached for his belt, grabbing and igniting his lightsaber. "off of her!" he swung his blade, slicing those around him. Guards came after him as he stabbed on through the gut, force-choking another as he flanked his side. Luke kicked a member of Max Rebo's band, who barely started into the fight.
Jabba wrestled with Leia, trying to keep his grip on her as well as reach for the rancor pit trigger again. Leia stepped over him quickly, bringing the chain leash with her. She yanked back hard, pulling his hand away from the button just in time. Luke had managed to kill everyone who came near him as the others fled in panic and horror. Leia yanked harder and harder. Jabba's tongue flailed side to side as he gasped desperately for air. He screamed out for help, but no one came to his aid. Eventually his head slumped down as the chain silenced his sounds. Leia heaved a sigh, climbing back over him. Luke sliced through her chain with ease, freeing her from him.
They ran from the palace, only to have their path blocked by none other than Boba Fett. He shot at Luke as he pushed Leia out of the way, blocking the shot with his saber.
"Move, bounty hunter."
The Mandalorian shot above Luke's head. As Luke went to the overhead defense, Fett used the opportunity to launch his cable around Luke's arms, forcing him to drop his saber. The blade disappeared as it fell to the ground. Leia approached to pick it up. She was met with Fett's blaster aimed at her face.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, princess."
Leia froze in place, coming to a stand with her arms in the air.
They were brought back to Jabba's throne room to await their fate.