The Gala

The Max Rebo band played a slow, smutty tune that fit the proceedings, and Yarna dances by herself out in the middle of the room, her fat body jiggling hypnotically. Rystal and Greeata sang in seductive, sultry tones. All eyes were on Jabba and newest prize. The floor show was just window dressing.

This turn of events had certainly surprised Leia. She found herself wearing a humiliatingly skimpy dancing girl's costume. Her hair tied back in a single, long attractive braid that draped over one shoulder, and she was near naked except round pasties that covered her erect nipples and a small crotch plate that just covered the front part of her vagina. Velvet boots covered her small feet and a gilded collar encircled her throat. The length of chain ran from the front to Jabba's hand. He never let go of it, holding on to her always.

Mighty Jabba grinned with satisfaction at her submission and pulled her firmly against himself as he settled down a little, wrinkled flabs heaving with heavy, snuffling breaths, Leia flinched at the thick glob of saliva that oozed out of the corner of her Master's mouth, forming a rope as it dribbled and stretched down before landing with a repulsive splut on his doughy rolls. She groaned as he tugged her leash once more, forcing her barely-covered skin to press firmly against his filthy, squishy wall of flesh.

"Aaughhh..." she groaned.

He slackened his grip on the leash a little as a reward. He smelled putried and rank, his skin soft and oily, but there was nothing Leia could do. That pleased Jabba. He liked being repulsive to her. It made him lick his lips slowly with his fat, pustule-covered tongue as he thought of her helplessness, causing more saliva to dribble. Jabba gave a throaty rumble as his keen reptilian eyes observed her barely-covered bosom.

The Princess whimpered in fear and disgust as he pets her head, and she tried to pull and push herself out of his repulsive embrace, but he held her tightly against himself. The Hutt gave an annoyed grunt at this renewed resistance, but Leia's inability to get away from him now that he had her on the dias with him only elicited a hearty chuckle from him.

Leia only continued to struggle against him, his flesh squashing and stretching with soft, moist sounds that were positively nauseating to hear - and feel! Thick rolls of abominable Hutt blubber squashed down and over her heaving breasts, and she groaned in unrestrained repulsion. The Hutt's half smirk vanished. He leaned forward a little, tightening the leash. The little bit of slack he rewarded Leia with earlier was taken away. Her collar was taut against her slender throat.

"Unhh-! Ugh! Unnnh...ahhh...!"

He gave another, painful yank on the leash. Leia gagged, choking briefly. Her skimpy micro gold bikini attire was so pathetically flimsy he could do the deed himself, and it was looking like he'd need to. But he wanted the pleasure of making his beautiful slave princess do it for him herself.

As this was going on, Jabba's thoroughly annoying little worm of a pet, Salacious Crumb, cackled away in merry amusement at what his owner was putting his slave through. His high-pitched, wheezing laughter was music to Jabba's ears as it accompanied Leia's humiliation in front of everyone at the event gala. Far more scared than she was repulsed, Leia finally responded, shaking her head side to side, Jabba's fleshy rolls squishing moistly. At that, the Hutt's smirk returned. The leash was slackened once more.

"Then do as I command."

"Awww-ahhh-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaa!" Salacious Crumb erupted in laughter again.

Leia turned her head to glare hatefully at him, but a wet sucking sound caught her attention. She turned - and got a face full of huge, slobbering tongue. Jabba's putrid breath exhaled over her as his horrible, wormlike tongue slopped and wriggled out from within his cavernous maw to slide against the slave's pretty face, glazing her nicely in his drool. Leia was forced to utter a squealing moan inside her tightly-sealed lips, eyes squeezed shut against the wide, wet thing as it slopped and slid over her features.

He breathed through his nostrils, expelling some thin strands of mucus to mix in with his saliva. An assortment of repulsive noises filled the audience chamber, now otherwise entirely silent except the occasional giggle from Crumb. Gurgles, snorts, wet snuffles, dribbling squelches. Leia struggled to breathe through her nostrils, her breasts heaving harder up into Jabba's squishing flabby chest.

Jabba's tongue slopped lower, freeing Leia's mouth mercifully, slavering over her throat and the collar encircling it. Leia tilted her head back and twisted it around, gasping as it moved even lower, touching the top of her breasts, saliva oozing into her cleavage. Briefly, it retreated into his mouth.

"Mmm, my delicious little lovely, let me bathe you," Jabba cooed.

"Unnnnnn... oohhhhhh..." was Leia's only response.

The Hutt's eyes slid shut and then the horrifying tongue returned, the tip sliding past her frightened lips as she took a grateful gasp of air, filling her mouth with a revolting slimy warmth. Fortunately it was over after a moment because his tongue extracted itself, moving lower once more. He had other, more interesting places on his slave he wished to bathe and taste.

The thick tip slipped underneath her tiny bikini top to tease over the top of her cleavage as she felt his hand against her pert rear, ushering her to rise before him so he didn't need to lean his great hulk over so much. Leia gasped, shoving her pelvis closer into her Master's chubby belly, lifting her whole body up and rubbing it over his slimy rolls. As she got up, Jabba's tongue retracting, her breasts were about level with his face and his cold sore covered lips wrapped around one, suckling the entire thing into his foul maw, loosening the flimsy top she wore in the process with the tugging motion of his suction.

With surprising gentleness, which he wouldn't show again due to his annoyance with the fact he had to do this for her after all, he tugged the straps of Leia's costume loose at a certain specific point, and it was as if her outfit suddenly distintegrated, the small gold bikini "clothng" simply snapping right off and falling all around her, leaving her silky smooth skinned body bared against his disgusting fat body.

Leia heared and felt a deep rumble of contentment from within his huge form as he released her breast from his mouth. Her breasts jiggled and bounced as they were freed, their fronts slapping against Jabba's flab. She arched her back as Jabba indulged himself in her bountiful breasts, slopping possessive kisses over the heaving her breasts, his tongue slipping between them as they smushed out to either side of his slime-dribbling mouth. Leia moaning loudly.

Jabba opened his eyes to slits and carefully observed Leia's facial expressions as his tongue poked and caressed in circles and passes around her nipples, then fanning out as he licked under them and slurped up her tits, finally loosening the feelings of forbidden stimulation that he'd raised in her once again. Jabba watched her face turn from defiant revulsion to sudden delight and joy and loosed a hearty, liquid chuckle that rumbled up from deep inside of him to vibrate Leia's entire nearly naked form with his shaking belly.

It always ended the same. The slave's disgust always turned to pleasure, and her defiance to obedience, when Jabba worked his will on her, and reminded her of her proper place - writhing in pleasure from my administrations.

The tongue proceeded lower, his drool sliding down Leia's bare flesh and pooling slightly in her belly button, to be licked free from it by the tongue which it dripped from originally, the tongue which was inexorably headed further down below. The very tip of his tongue slid betwixt Leia's slightly spread thighs, and the tip curled up, and inwards.

The tongue she'd only moments before found so repulsive now made Leia's back arch in intense pleasure, as though from a long-awaited lover, her nude form, glistening in his saliva, rubbing and heaving against the slimy hulk of her one true Master, that fat tongue probing into her womanly depths slowly at first, then with a lustful roughness shoving deeper inside without the slightest warning, and lifted.

Leia flinched, mouth wide now, breath drawing in slower and slower, her breasts heaving as her Master's tongue slurped and slobbered and wormed its way between her pussy lips and slithered inside her innermost depths. And suddenly she felt herself being lifted up, up, her whole body rising into the air now, held aloft entirely by Jabba's powerful tongue squirming in her womb. And then...

"OhhhHHhhh..." she cried. "Nnhh... annnh... ohhh... mmh... nn... uh... Uh... UH... AH-" Ana gasped. "ahh... huhh... hhHUUHHhhh... hahhh... huhh... nnnhh... mmm... mmM... MMMHhh... MMhhh-!

She was so close to that sweet, golden release, her body shivering with forbidden lust, her inevitable fate after this has concluded forgotten. Jabba made deep, gutteral rumblings of delight and pleasure as the slime-covered muscle penetrated her, pulling back and then wriggling in again. She spread her thighs around that huge tongue, and soon she came, came, came, to a shuddering, moaning, bucking cimax, her naked and slime-slathered body writhing against Jabba, her cries filling the chamber.

The tongue was surprisingly strong, as each thrust from it lifted Leia up an inch or so, her Jerba leather feet leaving the dais each time it reentered her body. And each time she went up, she tilted forwards over Jabba's great belly, so that her breasts entered his maw to be kissed and suckled on once more.

Slowly, Jabba pulled his tongue free from within her confines, dripping in her juices, and pulled it up to his mouth to taste, flinging a few little droplets of it against her sweet green skin. He rumbled happily at her flavor. He settled back and watched you seemingly impassively.

Everyone in the large event room cheered at the humiliation of Leia.

Jabba commanded Lyn to redress Leia.

Leia felt humiliated as Lyn fixed her hair as it had been restyled into a large bung and a long braid, putting back her holding it in place along with her hair fastener. Make-up had been overly-applied to her face and her scandalously attire that she had been given was barely covering her body. Lyn put on her exotically micro designed brownish, golden colored metal pasties on her erect nipples with her naked back exposed which was barely covered her bosom, exposing her breasts and only covering her nipples.

Lyn fixed put her small crotch plate back in place only covering her the pubis area of her vagina leaving everything else underneath exposed and her buttocks exposed. Lynn placed golden metal snake armband around her upper left arm and a large manacled shaped wrist bracelet was on her right wrist. Lyn then proceeded to place her feet back in the pair of brown Jerba leather boots.

While this occurred, many had watched as Lynn redressed Leia while others got on to their own business and continued to enjoy the party in the even hall.

She was dressed worse than any harlot that she had ever heard of in the worst cantinas of the outer rims; soliciting any life form that had money and that their body could physically accommodate. She was exposed to all the scum of Jabba's court and all the guests for them to drool over, both figuratively and literally.

Jabba's Max Rebo band playing their blaring rhythms. She stood before Jabba's platform trying to keep an air of dignity and honor about her despite the ridiculous costume. Leia had been exposed for all to see during the pod race as all eyes were on her. And now everyone that was important on Tatooine was they're watching as she was being redressed before them. Jabba regarded her as he smoked his long hookah-like pipe and began to laugh slowly as the audience followed. Leia frowned blushed deeply in embarrassment.

Time had passed at the fruitful event. Princess Leia, the leader of the Rebel Alliance sat at the edge of Jabba the Hutt's platform scantily clad in the exotic slave garb. Like an ornament, she was displayed as the various dregs of the galaxy at the gala. She was perfumed, made-up, her braided hair dangling over her shoulder.

She began to reminisce to herself the freedom she once had, being able to move at her own will and dress in the attire she desired. However, instead she was trapped in this palace as a prisoner and being exhibited like a vanquished harlot, chained and collared. Nothing but a semi-naked pet to an obscenely obese crime lord.

Loud and lively music could be heard from within the confines of the gala room, its hull vibrating with the bass of the tune and the excitement could be felt from its tempo, plus the various alien noises of happiness and enjoyment coming from its many occupants helped to indicate it was a rather pleasant.

As the band happily created the rhythmic tunes for their audience to enjoy in the passing time, the droid's dutifully served food and drinks to their Master Jabba's guests. The guests were enjoying themselves engaging in virulent conversation and taking in the delicious food and drinks served to them. It seemed everybody there was happy.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Every single person was enjoying the party and the extravaganza, all except for one singular individual: Princess Leia, who was dressed skimpily in her golden bikini, still chained to her Hutt Master, enslaved to Jabba.

She sat on the base of her Master's tail, trying her best to focus on ignoring everything going on around her, but ultimately failing. She tried to take her mind anywhere but here, but her attention was constantly called upon by the pounding music and the numerous voices surrounding her. She could see Jabba's interactions from the corner of her eye, his hand holding a goblet filled with alcohol. Between all the licking and the giggling she could hear him talking to the guests as other slave girls whispered sweet nothings to each other. Or at least their equivalent of such things.

Leia still felt uncomfortable around him. It seemed impossible to ever be out of skin contact with her Hutt master. The upside of sitting on the base of his tail was that the tip couldn't rub her leg anymore, but the downside was now her rear was moist due to the constant sliminess of his skin.

She briefly examined the room to get a good glimpse of all the guests. In amongst all these lecherous creatures, the room should feel crowded. But seeing as they were all strangers, ruffians, the general scum of the Galaxy, along with some other Hutts, she just felt alone. Not even the two droids she once associated with felt like good company, seeing as they had both been reengineered to serve Jabba. They were strangers to her too.

She felt a sharp tug on her collar and turned her head to see Jabba looking at her. "Don't look so glum, my lovely. This is a celebration of victory and a celebration of you my princess. Everyone is fascinated by you my love. I will allow to leave for a bit to look outside." Jabba said to the enslaved Princess.

Leia couldn't help but widen her eyes in excitement, which she quickly masked. She'd jump at the opportunity to at the very least look at the outside world but the question was what Jabba wanted in exchange.

Pleased with Leia, Jabba gave a light smile as he gave her an order. "Kiss me. On my lips."

Leia's excitement drowned as quickly as it had resurfaced. She was eager to have a look outside but was it worth submitting to the Hutt in such a way? Was it worth giving him the satisfaction?

Eventually she resolved that it was worth it, besides it was just a kiss after all. With slow steady movements, Leia made her way in front of Jabba and puckered her lips, pressing them lightly on his slime-coated ones.

The one to pull back was actually Jabba, who from what Leia could tell looked rather disappointed. "A poor excuse for a kiss." He muttered as he began to turn his head away. Thinking quickly, Leia pressed her hands into the flabby folds of her master's chin and gave him a long and passionate kiss. She hated every millisecond of it, her lips pressing against her master's drooling ones, but internally she knew she had to do this.

When she separated, she bit back the gag she could feel building up, and tried her best to stare submissively into those reptilian eyes. Jabba gave her both a satisfied smile and a cruel chuckle. "I am pleased, my lovely. Go, gaze while you still can." He said to her as he loosened his grip on the chain, giving her just enough slack to barely make it to the window on the other side of the room. Leia gave a slight nod of her head before turning and walking to the window, forever mindful of the lustful glances she would receive on the way there. Luckily though, no-one decided to touch her.

She reached the window and felt her collar tighten. her throat constricted she turned her head to look at Jabba, assuming that he was pulling on it to bring her back to him. But when she looked, she saw his attention had returned to other slave girls. She had reached the end of the chain's length, she couldn't move any further away from him.

Thankfully though, she could gaze out the window, and even place her hand on the wall beside it. She gazed at the vast landscape looking as glum.

She longed to be out there, having freedom to explore and be a free woman. No words of comfort or smiles of encouragement, just to be in their presence would feel wonderful. She wouldn't even need to be out of that horrid outfit and in something more appropriate, she didn't care about that.

"Hey stranger." She heard a familiar voice speak to her. Leia turned her head and saw Lyn, wearing her blue outfit that showed some skin. Leia saw no point in conversing with her, not that she actually could, and just decided to ignore her.

"Adjusting well, I presume even after all this time?" Lyn asked when Leia didn't answer, placing a hand on her shoulder and softly pressing her body against Leia's. "Started feeling the pleasure yet?"

Leia did nothing to indicate a response to the red-headed minx pressing into her side. She just kept her eyes glued to the Tatooine landscape.

Lyn was starting to get impatient with her, and vented her frustration by cupping Leia's chin and pulling it so they could both make eye contact. "What's wrong? Got nothing to say? After everything I have done for you, you give me the silent treatment?" She asked incredulously.

Leia continued to show no emotional response to her. She felt Lyn loosen her grip on her chin and with a silent "harrumph", she turned her head back to face the window.

Lyn briefly shook her head and was about to walk away, when she noticed how different her chain appeared from most other chains she'd seen Jabba's favorites wear. Recognizing it after a minute, she gasped in wonder. "Master gave you the special one!" She exclaimed as she gingerly placed her fingers on it. Like a toddler holding a toy for the first time, she memorized how it felt in her hands and imagined what it would feel like to have it around her own neck. "You know what that means, don't you?" She asked Leia as she returned her hand to Leia's shoulder and pressed herself into her side. "You're Jabba's most precious slave! He's never going to let you go!".

All Leia did in response was shake her head lightly. Lyn said that like it was a good thing. It was clear to Leia that Lyn was too far gone to see how truly grotesque a creature such as Jabba was.

"I heard that you Master might also be getting another chain like this one." Lyn continued to speak. "But much more beautiful. More fitting for a princess."

Were she capable of using her voice, Leia would have reminded her that princesses usually weren't chained up or forced to wear skimpy gold bikinis. Or enslaved to a Hutt for that matter.

"Well, I'll be going now. So many people to seduce, so little time. We'll talk again soon, princess." Lyn told her as she kissed her cheek tenderly. Lyn left her side and Leia remained where she stood, gazing longingly at the landscape.

Wanting her back in his presence, Jabba forcefully yanked on her chain. "Return to me, my lovely." He called out to her.

Leia merely glared at him before turning her head back to continue gazing outside.

Jabba could only laugh at her misguided pride. He looked at his submitted slave in his arms and she looked at him expectantly and submissively. "Be prepared to catch her." He ordered one of the slave girls. She smiled and nodded her head in understanding, taking a single step backwards to make room for Leia.

Jabba put his back into making a much harder pull of the chain, one that Leia couldn't resist with even her greatest strength. Leia choked on the collar as it pulled her backwards and she ended up running toward her Hutt master to relieve the pressure around her aching neck, her grunts of pain and discomfort silenced by the chain. The guests lustfully looked at Leia as she ran to her master, her exposed her buttocks completely as she ran, while also getting a good view of her wet womanhood. Her breasts jiggled up and down as she ran.

As everyone looked at the enslaved princess. Running past the guests, one of them slapped her exposed butt as she ran to Jabba, while others did everything they could to have a slight touch of the nearly naked Leia. Some had a chance to have a feel of her exposed back that exposed her birthmark on her lower right back, while others touched parts of her arms, shoulders, legs, breasts, and one had a feel through her front skirt plate touching her cameltoe.

Out of instinct to save her face and torso from colliding into Jabba's belly, Leia reach out with her hands and pressed them into his slimy flesh, supporting her upper body as he pulled her closer. She was about to recoil when she felt two soft hands with sharp fingernails on her back, just beneath her shoulders. When she also felt the soft plumpness of a woman's breasts also press into her back, she knew it was one of the slave girls.