Chapter1

How long had it been since she had seen the light of day? Tatooine's twin suns blinded Morgan, sending a tingling sensation on her exposed skin. The slave girl wore little besides a golden silk/spandex string bikini that more served to accentuate her well-endowed bust and thighs.

A second later Morgan's eyes had adjusted to the light. She stood on a platform that hung over an open sporting arena. Thousands of beings from across the galaxy milled about the stands.

A short electrical zap from the collar around Morgan's neck caused her to yep and turn her gaze from the view. A few steps away, Jabba the Hutt lustfully glared at his slave girl, beckoning her to draw closer to him.

Knots formed in Morgan's stomach. Reluctantly her bare feet crossed the short distance to her captor. Jabba placed a hand on the small of her back, pressing the slave girl even closer.

Morgan's navel was flush to the rolling folds of Jabba's belly. Thick oil oozed from Jabba's skin, clinging to Morgan. The hutt's swampy stench hit Morgan full force. A disgusted sigh escaped her lips as she tossed her head back and arched her back, thrusting her breasts up.

A camera droid floated overhead. The scene of Morgan in Jabba embrace was broadcasted onto a massive display screen. Morgan spirits sunk lower watching the screen as Jabba continued defiling her. Jabba took great joy in dominating his slave-girls in public. The hutt slipped his hand down beneath Morgan's backside, getting a good feel of the curve between her cheeks.

Morgan let out a defeated moan. She pulled at the collar that constantly pinched her neck. Even with her eyes closed, Morgan could feel Jabba's advisor and another slave girl intently watching. A thousand tears welled up inside. Still Morgan remained as stoic as possible. She had to have some control over her emotions. If not, then Jabba would have fully broken her. As defiant as Morgan may have been in her heart more and more, she wondered how much longer she could endure this torment.

A few moments later, Jabba ended his groping session. His slave shifted to standing at the hutt's side. Jabba wrapped his arm around her waist. In a brief defiant moment, Morgan flashed her captor a resentful glance. A sharp shock shot followed soon after. Morgan's mouth hung open, reeling in pain. Her breasts heaved. Jabba gave her a look that was more like an owner disappointed with a pet.

"Let us begin!" Jabba boomed into a mic. A gong sounded. The spectators went into an uproar. From lifts built in the arena's grounds 36 motley figures rose to the surface. They wore a verity of armors, using weapons that ranged from basic vibro blades to high tech blasters. They squared off in two groups.

"Beings from across the Galaxy, welcome to the Grand Fighters Tournament!" said an announcer. "For the first round our fighters will have two minutes to slay as many opponents on the other team as possible. Those that survive will go on to fight in the one-on-one duels. By this tournament's end only one fighter will be left standing, great riches thrust upon them.

Viewers this is your last chance to set your bets."

A series of whistles, chants and,cheers sounded from the spectators. The fighters raised their weapons into the air, pounding their first against their chests. Camera droids flew over the fighters, giving the spectators a good look of each of them on the big screen.

How anyone could enjoy this senseless blood sport was beyond Morgan's comprehension. At the vary least it had distracted Jabba. The hutt's wrap around his slave girl had slackened, eyes fixed on the fighters below. Though his hand still pinched Morgan's thigh. Morgan squirmed in shock.

A strange sensation came over Morgan. It was like pricking along the back of her skull. A droid hovered over a man in battered armor, face hidden by a T-visor Mandalorian helmet. Morgan could have sworn she felt him looking straight at her. The reasonable part of the slave girl's mind told her that was just from being near nude in a hutt's embrace.

"Morgan. I'm coming for you."

A peaceful warmth filled Morgan's body for an all to short moment. Morgan shook her head, cautiously looking around her. She could have sworn someone had whispered in her ear. Though everyone's attention was on the fighters. Besides the only person close enough was Jabba and he chose not to speak basic.

No, Morgan knew that voice…. A name hung on her glossy lips.

"Trevor!?" Morgan breathed.

"Fight!" Jabba commanded.

At once the fighters broke into a full-on charge. Vibrant blaster bolts shot across the arena. Other sounds of battle boomed.

Every part of Morgan's body trembled from her fluttering hear. Suddenly she felt weak in the knees.

With great interest Morgan watched the unfolding blood sport. The fighters tangled in a jumbled mess. A thick dust cloud formed, making it next to impossible to see what was really going on. Still the crowd cheer on the fighters.

"One-minute left."

Morgan's eyes raced from the fighters down below to the overhead screen and ticking clock. Morgan hoped, no, prayed to ketch a glimpse of that Mandalorian helmet. This was her last hope

May the Force be with you Trevor.

At last the timer ran down and the dust settled….

Author's Note:

Hey everyone. It has been a while since I wrote anything. Took down my Han and Leia story for rewrites and then lost it when my computer died.

This little scene just came to me. I have plans to flesh it out more but would like to here feedback. There are a few other ideas I have plans for. Hopefully this time I'll have the energy to write them. Hope you enjoyed.

Did some more improvements and am working on the newest chapter. Some current chapters might be rewritten