"I gotta get you out of here." Leia helped Han up, ready to leave Jabba's palace for good. Ever since she stepped into his realm she's felt a boulder in the pit of her stomach. The way he smells, the way slime drips from his nostrils and lips, the way his rolls gyrate to the music, and most of all, the way he treats his slaves: chained up like animals.
Behind the two came an echoing, rumbling laughter- a chuckle that surrounded them like wolves surround sheep.
"What's that?" Han shook as Leia tried her best to help him stand. The deep bellowing chuckle echoed again louder and stronger. "I know that laugh." The laugh resonated at full volume as the curtain behind the two parted. They turned to see Jabba and his band of miscreants heckling and snickering to themselves at the two lovers' plight.
What happened next seemed all a blur to Leia. Jabba's mere presence was overwhelming. When she had previously faced him in her Boushh helmet, he was more difficult to make out, to smell, to take in. She felt exposed, felt vulnerable without the helmet, with several Gamorrean guards surrounding the two.
Han tried to bargain his way outta the situation, as he often does. Leia could hardly hear his words as she tried to memorize his face, panicked that this might be the last time she would ever see his handsome features again. Her eyes shifted back and forth, trying to take in his appearance all at once.
The guards dragged him away, and she was left alone. Her gaze shifted to the great mass that was Jabba. Her eyes grew wide; shock and panic painted the horror of her heart across her face. The guards pushed her forwards as Jabba commanded them to "Bring Leia to me."
She tried not to cry, tremble, or show fear as she was brought just inches from his fleshy, slimy mass. His breath smelt of rancid pond water. His melon-sized orange eyes stared at her, taking in her beauty. Deep within his throat there was a pleasurable sound; this sound grew as he held her close. His bulky arm wrapped around her waist. Leia froze, tensing every muscle instinctively.
"We have powerful friends." She tried. "You're gonna regret this." Her words lacked the courage she wanted. She felt her words started to lack volume and power as she feared his size and strength. As he held her, she realized he was stronger than he appeared. His arm held her with such force that she felt as if he could snap her in half with ease if he wanted.
He laughed some, replying, "I'm sure." He groaned with pleasure, easing her name from his throat. "Leia..." His massive tongue poked out from his maw, sliding from one side to the other. Leia leaned back and turned her head as much as she could, groaning in disgust.
She prayed to the Force that there would be some way out of the situation. That someone, some way she'd be saved. Distracted by this thought, she didn't realize Jabba's tongue making another pass, touching her cheek. She shivered from her tailbone to her neck as he licked across her lips to her other cheek. He chuckled deep within his throat, pleased with himself.
"In the meantime, I will enjoy your company, my new slave girl."
Leia didn't know enough Huttese as she wanted. She did know the word Khankee, and she hated the fact that Jabba had just used that word to describe her. She swallowed hard, trying to stare him back in the face defiantly. She had trouble doing so. His power was so tremendous. His presence was so bold and his grip on her was so strong, she could barely hold a gaze to him.
His slimly lips curled into a grin. Without notice, he placed his hands on her chest. Leia gasped as he gave her a shove backwards. The Gamorrean guards behind her caught her, holding her in their arms.
"Give her over to the Harem. They'll know what to do. She'll need something that will suit a princess." Jabba again gave a deep, echoing chuckle. His chubby digits reached into the bowl next to him, grabbing an unwilling frog from the bowl. As the guards drug Leia away, Jabba shouted a command with his mouth half-full. "If she won't submit, teach her some manners. Ho ho ho ho ho."
Leia's body shivered; her body was covered in goosebumps. Her eyes weld with tears that didn't move from their place. Her legs and arms tried to resist, but they were stiff and jagged like a zombie's. The guards chuckled, grabbing her ass, her breasts, and sniffing her hair with their pig-like snouts. She fought against them as best she could, but her body was already exhausted. The guards snorted and squealed, at last pushing her through a doorway into an ornately decorated room, filled with scantily clad women. Some bathing, some brushing their hair, some rubbing oil into their Lekku.
The guards squealed, getting the women's attention. They grabbed Leia, bringing her into the room, pushing the guards out. This was the warmest she had felt in the palace. The scantily clad women gave her a hot bath, touching her all over. Leia tried to fight it, but she was warned that Jabba would be doing more so she could need to get used to this. After her bath, she was massaged in oil that smelt of lavender and cedar. The women massaged it into her breasts, thighs, buttocks, back, stomach. Leia struggled under their touch, trying to shy away, but there were too many hands to avoid.
After she was dolled up with make up and a hair braid, she was dressed in her outfit. A gold metal bikini, with following wine red skirts, open on both sides, a bracelet, an armlet, and hair accessories, and at last, boots.
Leia tried to make herself as small as possible, squeezing her shoulders together and wrapping her arms in front of her chest. A six-breasted woman stormed up to her, removing her arms from her chest. "He won't like that. Get used to it." she warned.
Leia stood exposed, feeling so awful she again fought back tears.
Bib Fortuna entered, grinning as he saw the princess. Leia turned to see his fang like smile widen. She couldn't understand much of what he said, but she could make out that he thought she looked beautiful. He walked in a circle around her, gazing at her rear-end, and making his way back around to her front. Leia stared at the ground, trying to avoid his gaze. He approached her, raising her chin with his sausage digits and long fingernails. "Princess Leia." he breathed. "Slave Leia now." His fingers stroked down her neck to her breasts, circling around, almost memorizing their shape. "Slave." he repeated.
Leia heard a familiar clunking sound as she saw grimy golden feet shuffle in. "Sir."
Bib turned, expressing his anger with a shout in Huttese.
"I'm sorry, sir, but his exalted one has asked for-" C3PO stopped, glancing at Leia behind Bib. "Oh my."
Bib moved aside, blocking C3PO's view.
"His excellency," he continued, "has asked to see his new-" he paused, unwilling to say the next word but his protocol forced him to, "slave." His last word chimed as a sad note.
Leia again forced back tears, hearing C3PO's sullen voice, feeling sorry for her plight. She wasn't sure if it was relieving to have a friendly droid nearby while Jabba would abuse her or if it was more humiliating that way.
Bib turned towards Leia again, grinning. His cubby fingers and long nails reached towards her neck, stroking her softly. Leia shivered as he licked his teeth. His fingers wrapped around her braid, pulling it towards him. "Come, slave." he jerked on the leash, forcing her into her chest. "Your master awaits."
Leia was led out into Jabba's main chamber. Jabba chuckled, motioning with his arms to bring Leia closer. Leia tried to dig in her heels, but her boots hardly had any tread. Bib dug his nails into her arms. Leia stopped trying to dig her heels and started to walk. It seemed in a second she was standing in front of Jabba's dais. Bib's digits wrapped around her shoulders pushing down onto her knees. Leia seethed, feeling the instant sting of the pain ringing in her knees. Two Jawas approached, fixing a gold collar around Leia's neck. Leia stared up at Jabba as he started down at her. He licked his lips in anticipation, chuckling to himself. "Ho ho ho ho, ha ha ha ha."
At last, the collar was clipped as well a chain, which the Jawa led up to Jabba, handing it to him. Leia dug her nails into her palms, forming tight fists. This was her fate now. She was Jabba's pet. Not only his slave, but his play thing.
He pulled the chain, instantly wanting to try out the new toy. Leia's neck pulled up as well as her body. Bib grasped her buttcheek, helping her up onto the dais.
Jabba laughed again in Leia's face. She smelled his rank breath. She tried to turn away, but Jabba grasped her chin, turning her towards him.
"Soon you will learn to appreciate me."
"My friends will be on their way. They'll save me."
Jabba laughed loudly, joined by his company around him. "Unlikely, princess. I'd like to see them try." The laugher of the audience died down. "But in the meantime," his chubby digits made their way under her back skirt, grasping her buttocks firmly. He forced her against his slimly, reptilian skin. "You will pleasure me. Learn to please me, my princess. Ho ho ho ho ha ha ha ha."
Leia tried to turn her head away, but Jabba tongue slid across her face. She grimaced, trying to push away from him. Her hands only made dimples in his bulk. He pressed her body closer, engulfing her in his greasy cold flesh. His thick fingers started to creep into the crevice between her cheeks. She tightened her butt, trying to fight against his advance. His tongue went for another wet, sloppy kiss.
"You'll learn to crave my affections, Leia."
She hated the way he said her name. It always was a deep belch-like breath from his throat, like after finishing a drink.
I doubt that, you slimy piece of filth. She thought to herself, gritting her teeth and cringing to herself.
Jabba's bulky hand that had been exploring her rear creep around her hip to her inner thigh. Her eyes opened wide, staring through the slime that had smeared across her face during his advances. He twisted her around suddenly, facing the crowd.
His inflated bulging finger started to snake its way up her thigh and between her legs. She gasped suddenly as he chuckled. His belly shook, quaking her body with it. She tried to move but Jabba held the chain taut as he kept moving his finger deeper between her legs. Leia's body shook. In her ears rung the laughter of the crowd around her. She almost secretly wished that she was alone in Jabba's bed chambers just to avoid the crowd and their gaze and jeers.
This cacophony of sound was overpowered by the slurping of Jabba's massive tongue extending past Leia's ear, filling its cavity with warm moisty goo. It slipped past her cheek, laying heavily on her shoulder. The back of his tongue reached around her neck, creating warm slime around her collar. She painfully admitted to herself that the saliva from his appendage created some lubrication around the collar, giving it some leeway. She hated that it helped her feel more comfortable. She hated that it made her feel anything but disgusting.
Jabba's finger was still wiggling its way around her vulva, fidgeting towards her vagina.
"Please, no." she whispered. She had never had intercourse. She was hoping to save that for Han. She was wanting to save Han from Jabba's palace and maybe if things worked out, she would be able to-
But she couldn't even finish the thought. Jabba had rammed his finger up, forcing it between the delicate folds of her womanhood. She gasped, moaning some. Her eyes instinctively closed as she only could focus on the sensations happening inside her.
Having never been taken by a man before, the sensation was so unusual. But she had to admit, it wasn't unpleasurable. She bit her tongue for thinking such vulgarities, but it helped to focus on anything positive coming from the interaction. Yes, if she could focus on the positive, maybe she could withstand this long enough-
Jabba's tongue slid farther down her neck, between her collar bones; its tip teasing delicately between her heaving breasts. Leia tried to steady her breathing, but it seemed a fool's errand. Her body couldn't handle it all at once. She had to let go, to release into the pleasure, or she would exhaust herself into collapse. She couldn't let Jabba win so far that he could do with her as he pleased with her unconscious.
She moaned louder; the crowd cheered- as if their team had scored a goal. Jabba's tongue seemed egged on by the intensity of their energy; it waggled back and forth across her breasts, smearing his drippings down the golden structure of her metal bikini. His finger dug deeper into her, penetrating her as deep as he could manage. She heard him chuckle from the back of his throat. It echoed into her ears, muffled by the saliva that had been built up previously inside them.
His tongue slid up her chest and check, retracting back into his massive maw with a giant slurp. "Ho ho ho." he mmmed to himself. "Enjoying yourself, princess?" he purred in her ear. He pulled away from her vagina at last, letting her go. She stood there, panting to herself, trying to catch her breath.
Leia turned to face her master. He grinned, grabbing a frog from his snack-uarium, gulping it down obnoxiously loud. He licked his lips, letting his tongue drag slowly across his mouth. Leia turned her head away but slower than she had down previously and not as dramatically as before.
"Just a taste of what's in store for you tonight, Khankee."
Leia stared into his wide orange eyes, swallowing hard. Find something you enjoy. He can't win if you enjoy it.
He pushed her down to a sitting position into the pillows on his throne. He tugged at the chain, making sure her back was flush against his belly. His hand reached down, massaging her right shoulder affectionately.
Just last until Luke gets here. Luke will save me. Then I'll be home with Han. Just till then. She thought, as Jabba continued to stroke her back.
Leia knew it would be difficult to fall asleep that night; however, her body was also exhausted from the day. After a loud, boisterous party full of dancers, men drinking, flirting, Jabba demanding food and wine. The palace was so loud, however; Leia found herself struggling to stay awake. She had no choice in the matter. Whenever she started to nod off, Jabba's tail would stroke her leg. She would instantly bolt awake against his belly. He would chuckle to himself, reminding her that she was his little pet, there to entertain him, to please him. Not to mention, it seemed every time Jabba started a conversation with someone, a man would try to get near Leia and start to flirt with her, try to touch her in some way. Most seemed to find ways of avoiding Jabba's gaze before he would notice. One man was not so lucky.
"Princess Leia, it's so good to finally meet you." a stout looking bounty hunter in a dark trench coat who smelt of cheap cologne. Like she did with all others in the palace, she ignored him.
"Princess, I'm only here to offer you some comfort." he reached out a hand, placing it on Leia'a thigh, and running it up her skirt.
"Don't touch me." she whispered, crossing her arms, still avoiding eye contact.
The man took a step closer; his overhanging gut lay over her legs, warming them. "I'm here to bring a message from the rebel alliance."
Leia sat stiff, finally turning towards the man. "You what?" she spoke somewhat louder.
"Don't worry. I'm here to rescue you." he leaned in close, trying to embrace her. She looked down at his open coat. His dingy tan half-buttoned shirt was covering an Empire uniform with several pins and rank markings. Leia suddenly felt the cold metal tip of a blaster on her warm belly. She froze with fear, wondering if this was her last breath. Before she had another thought, she heard an angry yell of Huttese from Jabba, and the man's holler as he disappeared. Leia looked down. The floor had disappeared from underneath the man's feet, dropping him down into a dark cave-like pit. Leia started to slip off the dais but Jabba's chain managed to choke her some. Fortunately for her, she was grateful for the collar, which held her back from falling into the pit below. Leia pulled herself back as much as she could. Leia glanced up at Jabba, who had removed his fist from a button to his left. He pulled Leia's chain up, pinning her to his side. He wrapped his arm around her waist, covering her stomach where the blaster had been just moments ago. Strangely, Leia felt safe in his arms as she stared at the pit below
Leia heard a tremendous roar that shook the palace and the crowd came to a quiet stand still. A rancor of enormous proportion stomped out into view and picked up the man with ease. He tried firing his blaster, but it was for naught. The rancor crammed him into his mouth in one bite, chomping down. Leia turned away, not eager to see the bloodshed. She glanced up again, watching Jabba who couldn't keep his eyes off the rancor. He watched the beast with excitement, raising his fist in the air cheering as the rancor swallowed his last bite. Leia's chain chimed in his fist. He lowered it and met his eyes with Leia's.
Without notice, he hollered in Huttese and several Gammorean guards came to attention at the throne.
"Double the security around the palace. There will be no more close calls like tonight."
The guards rushed away as best they could with their massive figures, starting to motion for people to leave. In the next moments, all that were left were the harem girls, who went back to their rooms and Bib Fortuna, who was told to attend to the guards. This left Jabba and Leia alone.
"I-" Leia tried.
Jabba sat quiet, which Leia thought strange. He looked pleased with himself but sat stoic and motionless.
"I- I don't know how to- you saved my-" she tried again to put her thoughts into words.
"You are mine, Khankee, and mine alone." he purred as he fidgeted with her chain in his hand.
"I feel I should-maybe I should-" Leia wanted to say thank you, but it sounded so crazy her words wouldn't reach her lips.
His tail started to stroke her leg, giving her chills. "Leia..." he breathed.
"You-" Leia looked down. "I owe you, at least, something." She reached her hands behind her back, unlatching the black elastic bands from her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Jabba's eyes went wide, staring at her firm tender breasts. He licked his lips eagerly.
Force help me, Leia prayed. What am I doing?
"Leia" he breathed again; the moist air from his open maw made her breasts begin to sweat. Her nipples began to harden after being exposed to the cold open air. Jabba drug his tongue across his lips again. Leia instantly regretted what she had chosen to do.
She took a deep breath in, punishing her mind for the idea. "Master." she spoke softly.
Jabba chuckled softly, grabbing Leia by her waist with both hands. His palms firmly placed on her ribs and his thumbs began to rub her nipples. "Leia..."
She closed her eyes and tried to enjoy something, anything, like she promised herself. And shockingly, she found it easier to enjoy herself. And she felt torn. She didn't think she would find it easy. She thought that each time Jabba would touch her, expose her, molest her, that should would have to dig deep to find that silver lining. But it turns out that there were heaps of sliver in that cloud.
She allowed herself to let go and enjoy the moment. Her head rolled back as she moaned loudly. "Ah,"
Jabba again chuckled to himself, pleased with his efforts. He led her body closer to his, moving her breasts towards his mouth, slopping up her chest with his tongue. She cried out again, louder, feeling the drippings of his tongue sneak down her stomach, around her belly button, and into her bottoms.
Jabba's paws moved from her waist to her hips, sliding off the plates of gold and silk skirts off her form and onto the ground around her feet. His hands gripped her butt cheeks, each in one hand, grasping them firmly. She gasped again, not realizing how loud her voice was echoing through the chamber.
His tail crept up her ankle, reaching up her calf, and to her mid-thigh. Jabba retracted his tongue, stopping to examine Leia's face. She opened her eyes and started at Jabba, blinking with confusion. She looked down at his tail which had stopped at her thigh. It rubbed against her leg, flicking back and forth. His hands unclenched her butt, making their way up to her back.
Leia felt so odd. Her body craved more. She wanted to beg for more, but everything she was taught told her that would be humiliating and disastrous.
Leia heard the oddest thing; it took her several seconds to process the sound. She heard Jabba's voice echo the word "permission" in Huttese. She was told that Jabba would never ask her permission for anything, ever. He would always take whatever he wanted. But she had processed it and he had, in fact, said the word, as a question.
Leia slowly and hesitantly nodded. He licked his lips, with a "ho ho ho ho, ha ha ha ha" as his tail started to creep back up to the lips of her privates. Its tip teasing around the opening to her vagina. Leia tilted her head back, moaning.
"Master." she hadn't even stopped to think; she just spoke the word without pause.
His laugh erupted louder, bellowing around the empty chamber hall. "My Khankee, ahhhhh" He dragged his tongue across her chest, lapping up her taste. She bent backwards, enjoying his muscular tongue massaging her breasts, playing with them, circling around them, under them, exploring every inch.
"Leia..."
"Master..." she groaned.
His tail flicked back and forth, stroking her wet pussy until it started to drip down her thigh. With a laugh, he wriggled his tail up inside her, as she groaned in pleasure. He groaned along with her, echoing in harmony with each other. His tail thrust up and down as his hands traveled down to her butt again, grasping it for leverage. His tongue massaged her breasts, his hands around her ass, and his tail between her legs. Her body was engulfed in his fleshy mass, moaning as her body dripped with his saliva and her cum. As Leia was climaxing, moaning her last final "ahhhh", he picked her up, retracting his tail, and placing her over his mouth. Her wet pussy hovered over his maw; it dripped a taste onto his waiting tongue. "Leia..." Jabba groans. He places her down onto her mouth, her legs straddling his face. His tongue lapped over her labia, flicking back and forth between her vagina to her clitoris until finally plunging it deep into her pouring vagina, digging into her as she gasped for air.
"Jabba!" she screamed. "Master." Never had she ever felt such pleasure before in her life. She had felt so dirty, so defiled, but she felt so full of ecstasy, something she couldn't even put to words.
Leia was panting, sweating, on the brink of shear exhaustion, out of breath and out of energy. Jabba slowly pulled out his tongue, lapping her cum up one last time, before placing her on her feet. She had trouble standing. Jabba caught her before she fell. Leia leaned against his flesh to keep her upright.
"Leia, my Khankee." Jabba breathed. He hollered something loudly in Huttese; moments later Bib Fortuna arrived at Jabba's side, eyeing Leia eagerly.
"Yes, Master Jabba? Does the slave need-" he licked his teeth, tapping his chubby digits together. "cleaning up? I can take her to-"
"No!" Jabba barked. "You won't touch her. Bring her water."
"Not wine, master-"
"GO!" Jabba barked, nearly knocking Bib over with his arm. Bib ran away, his cloak flowing behind him. In the meantime, Jabba slowly helped Leia back down onto the pillows beside him. He let the chain go limp beside his mass; Leia heard it klink against the dais. She was starting to catch her breath as Bib returned with a jug of water, starting to hand it to Jabba.
Jabba again barked something, nearly pushing Bib over. The water spilled over the side, moistening Bib's robe. He swore under his breath in Huttese. He walked over to the front of the dais, handing it to Leia.
Jabba muttered something in Huttese. Leia finally noticed the jug. "For me?"
"Princess." Bib addressed unwillingly.
Jabba chuckled, pleased with himself. "Bib is learning respect himself, Leia Khankee. Ho ho ho ho."
Leia took the jug, nodding her head gratefully. Bib bared his teeth menacingly but left the room. Leia drank the water, trying not to choke on it, drinking it too quickly.
Jabba chuckled again. "Thirsty, were we?"
Leia finished the jug with a sigh. "Yes, thank you- master." she added for his satisfaction.
"Leia Khankee?"
"Hm?
"I have a surprise for you tomorrow. Would you like that?"
"I-I don't know." Leia noticed the limp chain again next to her, laying lifelessly across Jabba's tail. He caught her gaze and wagged his tail up and down to rattle the chain purposely. She stared back up into his orange saucer eyes, uneven nostrils, and carved out grin.
He rose his tail, picking up the chain, "hm"ing to himself. He pulled on the chain forcing Leia back up to a stand. He tugged at it, bringing her inches from his face; his mouth still dripping with her cum. "Get dressed. Before I touch you again, Khankee."
Leia swallowed and nodded some, struggled to stare into his eyes. "Yes...- master."
She returned to her pile of clothes, getting dressed again as Jabba watched. He pulled her back against his large mass, biding her, "Sleep, Khankee. Much awaits you tomorrow."
The next morning Leia awoke to a thick hand running up her leg. She jumped awake, startled. She instantly recognized the red eyes and jagged grin of Bib Fortuna. He held his pointed nail to his lips. "Don't wake master Jabba."
"But-"
"Come with me." he directed.
Leia glanced up at Jabba, who was still snoring away, his eyes closed shut. Bib unclipped part of Leia's chain, keeping a small length in his grip. "Come, princess."
Leia followed, afraid of what would happen if she didn't follow orders. Bib led her down the same hallway she remembered kicking and screaming down when she first arrived, when she first received her golden outfit. Instead of bringing her straight to the harem as she thought, he brought her to the left, and into a separate room. It had a bath already prepared with steaming water in the middle of the floor, dug out of the ground. The room was surrounded by benches, a few pull cord showers, oils and lotions, etc. No one seemed awake or around.
"Strip."
"Wha?" Leia didn't quite understand what he had said.
He thrust the chain out of his hand, grabbing for her chest. "Strip, you filthy Khankee!" he pulled the bikini top off of her breasts, rubbing them with his fingers. He dug his nails in, laughing into her ear. His fangs graced her ears painfully. Leia cried out painfully.
"Strip, I said!" with a free hand he pulled off her bottoms, exploring her pussy with the back of his finger gently. "Jabba won't know."
The doorway darkened; Leia looked up to see Jabba's figure had taken up the entrance.
"Won't know what?"
Bib's red eyes shot up, immediately taken his hands off of Leia. He backed away slowly, muttering Huttese quicker than Leia could translate in her head.
Jabba didn't say anything. He slithered forward as Leia stepped aside, grabbing her clothes with, leaving a clear path for Jabba. Bib had backed himself up to the edge of the bath. He almost lost his footing, glancing behind himself nervously, still muttering incomprehensible Huttese.
Jabba still was silent, slithering over to Bib; his eyes never strayed from his prey. Bib held his hands up defensively as Jabba came face to face with him.
In one swift move, Jabba grabbed the back of Bib's head by his Lekku, dangling him from the air. Bib shrieked for mercy as Leia looked away. Jabba lowerd Bib into his awaiting open jaw, swallowing him with a few gulps. Jabba took some effort to poke his muscular tongue from his maw, licking his lower lip, and gasping.
Jabba turned to look at Leia, who was struggling to glance at him back.
Leia had gathered her clothes in her arms, covering herself in the pile. "How did you know-"
"Bib had his eye on you since you got here. I told him to take you to bathe this morning as a test." Jabba's body shifted some: Leia stared in awe, terrified that he had swallowed a person whole.
"You still wish to bathe?"
Leia nodded sheepishly, staring at the bath beside Jabba.
He offered out his stubby arm and outreached hand. Leia didn't move. She just stared.
He licked his lip again. "You don't seem to approve of my eating habits. Hutts tend to eat in bigger portions than humans."
Leia still gaped, unable to appreciate Jabba's not-so-subtle hint of humor.
"Unless you wish me to bathe you myself, princess." He poked his tongue out, waggling it some. "I could be hungry for another perhaps."
This shook Leia from her gaze. She hurriedly placed her clothes down, stepping towards the drawn bath. Jabba helped her in. Leia sunk into the water, releasing the tension of the morning into the steam with her sighs. She looked up at Jabba, who had been watching.
"Do you have to watch?" she muttered. Her old charm and sass seemed to be returning.
Jabba snickered to himself. "ha ha ha, you take me for a gentleman, my khankee. Ho ho ho ho."
"My mistake."
Leia was at last dressed and rejoined Jabba's side on his dais. "Where is this surprise you promised?"
The Gammorean guards brought up Han from the dungeons. He looked pathetic in his dingy, now grey shirt, and torn pants. His hair was a mess and his chin was covered in stubble. He glanced up, squinting with difficulty. "Leia?"
"Han!" she hollered, waving at him energetically.
The guards hefted him over as Jabba placed a steady hand on Leia's shoulder. Han bared his teeth, "You get your slimy hand off her, you-"
"Han! It's alright!" Leia interrupted, holding up her hand diplomatically.
"But-wha-"
Jabba laughed, as he did the day he caught the two lovers in his palace. "Han, my boy, it's been too long, hasn't it?"
"What have you done to her, Jabba?" he bit, trying to wrestle free from the guards' grasp.
"Leia..." Jabba breathed, rubbing her back tenderly.
"Han, it's ok. I know you worry about me constantly. But I'm ok. I'm safe."
"Safe with that slimy piece of worm-ridden filth?" Han accused.
Jabba wrapped his arm around Leia's waist, reminding her of where a blaster had nearly ended her life if it weren't for him.
"Han, I'm ok. Go help the rebels. I'll be safe here."