The Gala Part 2

Her attention was then focused on the leering Hutt in front of her. She couldn't help but lose herself when staring into those orange reptilian eyes, studying her face and body at every opportunity they could.

He opened his mouth and his slime-coated tongue proceeded to give her cheek yet another horrid lick. Leia still turned her head and scowled in response. For whatever reason, it didn't feel as bad as it did when he first licked her. By absolutely no means was she finding it pleasant, but she did wonder if perhaps her body was just getting used to it.

"Don't stay away for too long my lovely. I hope you know I appreciate you my lovely Leia." Jabba slurred to her. Although lecherous in its nature, it almost sounded affectionate at the same time. Raising his goblet to her face, he spoke again. "A toast, to the princess." He announced. Everyone cheered and laughed in mockery of Leia.

Feeling her voice come back, she couldn't help the glare that she sent his way. Knowing why he was presenting the slime-coated goblet to her, she flared her nostrils to keep her nerve and used her voice for the first time in a long while. "To the princess." he said monotonically. To her relief, Jabba didn't force her to repeat it like she meant it, and proceeded to bring the rim of the goblet up to her lips.

She could immediately smell the strong flavor of the alcohol within the goblet, and the first thing she tasted when it pressed against her open lips was Jabba's slime on the rim. She held firm and decided to get this ordeal completed quickly, and so she opened her mouth wide to take in the heavy Huttese mixture. It tasted foul initially, but it seemed to get better he more she tasted it.

She quickly realized that Jabba was angling the goblet more and more. He alcohol was pouring faster than she could drink it. Eventually, the goblet went downwards and overflowed Leia's mouth, spilling down her cheek and dropping into her bosom.

Looking to Jabba, who she had noted had his eyes glued on where the alcohol had spilled to, she wondered if he had done that intentionally or not. She felt the slave girl guide her upwards so Jabba's face could meet her breasts, and predictably, Jabba proceeded to lick the fine alcohol off her peer breasts. All Leia could do was gasp silently as Jabba had stopped willing her voice, and feel the slight waves of pleasure from Jabba's wet tongue.

"You belong to me my lovely." She could hear Jabba slur between licks. "You will always belong to me."

Leia closed her eyes as Jabba took full advantage of her. She couldn't help but feel miserable.

Artoo meanwhile was having a merry time, rolling about the gala room, quietly announcing his presence to all he passed so that they could grab themselves a drink from him. The droid was happily chirping with every roll he took, and was sure to refill any glasses that were presented to him. Having the proper etiquette for such a task hard-wired into him with the upgrades, he never bumped into anything or anyone, and could move quickly about the barge without spilling a single drop of the fine alcohols.

When passing Jabba's dais, he reserved the heavier mixtures just for him, and dutifully refilled his Master's goblet every half an hour. At one point, Salacious even climbed on top of him for a ride, wrapping his tail around Artoo's tap with his mouth on the nozzle. Artoo, knowing what the jester was doing, proceeded to squirt the alcohol into the Kowakian Monkey Lizard's mouth, earning a happy cackle and a playful tapping for a job well done.

Threepio, having been told by Jabba himself that he won't be needed for translating until the main event started decided to simply converse with his fellow servants. The other droids were lovely to have a pleasant chat with, the Bounty Hunters mostly kept to themselves, and Jabba's harem were all polite and welcoming, even flirting slightly, despite him being a droid. It was in their nature to be flirtatious 24/7.

Threepio was right about to bump into Artoo, before Artoo bleeped a loud warning to the Protocol Droid in order to stop him. Threepio looked down at the former Astromech and was delighted. "Artoo! Good to see you again!"

Artoo responded that he was glad to speak with Threepio again too.

"My congratulations for your upgrades by the way, the tap and the tray suit you, I must say." Threepio told him as he admired Artoo's new main tool.

Artoo thanked him and told him how complete he felt with them. He then proceeded to tell Threepio in turn that the Desilijic Symbol on his chest suited him as well.

Threepio turned to look at it, lightly stroking it with the tips of his fingers. "I think so too. I still can't get over the fact that we both serve his excellency!" Threepio practically gushed. "And the ones that planned to take his life are getting the rightful punishment they deserve."

Artoo agreed with Threepio. Voicing his horror that he was ever involved with the Jedi or his companions.

"Oh I know! I could scarcely believe it myself!" Threepio shared his horror with his friend.

Artoo went on to say how grateful he was that 9D9 could cleanse them of the filth their former masters stained them with, and graced them with the bliss of serving Jabba instead.

"Don't you worry my friend, I remind her everyday how grateful we both are." Threepio assured him.

Artoo mischievously suggested a few ways Threepio could show his gratitude even further.

"Oh shush you!" Threepio playfully bantered. Artoo bleeped a chuckle and went about his duties.

Jabba's dais had moved towards the center of the room where Leia had been standing at just a few moments earlier. Leia was still intrigued by the repulsive lift technology the dais possessed, still able to move about the room even with the bloated Hutt on top of it.

She had been forced to return to her sitting position on the base of his tail. A dancer had been allowed to leave Jabba's 's side and stand just within arm's reach of him, getting a better view of the scene that was about to occur. Leia was about to join her, when a quick warning tug on her chain made her loo into Jabba's disciplinary eyes. "You still need to learn your place, my lovely. Consider this punishment for not returning to your rightful place when beckoned to." Jabba told her, referring to when she'd glared at him earlier.

Leia did nothing to hide her disappointment. It would be just like with Luke's death, she'd be forced to have very little perspective and she would have to rely on other people's reactions as to what was going on. After a brief moment of nothing commencing, she saw Threepio hurry towards Jabba's side, picking up a microphone from a nearby stand and using it to address the guests.

"Guests of his excellency, the Great Jabba the Hutt hopes that you are enjoying this special event as he has a special performance for everyone. Threepio announced to everyone. And worst of all, she was enslaved to the bloated Hutt as his prize trophy. How far she had fallen . . .

Leia was the only one silent in the whole room, slightly quivering. It was truly taking all her nerve to not break down into a ball and let the tears flow at that very moment.

The band was playing a catchy song, the guests were drinking, enjoying the music and watching the dancing, the slaves of Jabba's harem were dancing around the room, and Jabba himself was moving his bulbous body to the beat of the catchy tune, all while keeping his orange eyes on the beautifully lithe Twi'lek who was stealing the show with her wonderful moves.

Threepio was altogether giddy with everything he saw. His Master was happy, his master's guests were happy, just about everyone here was happy. Jabba's secondary Palace was indeed a place beyond perfect. He noticed that the guests had many alcoholic drinks in their hands, provided by a few other droids and more of Jabba's slaves.

As he looked to where most of the focus in the room had been gathered towards, he realized dancer was actually the only one in the room not mildly happy. He knew it from the lack of a smile or a cheerful disposition on her face. Instead she looked fearful, nervous, even depressed, like she had no choice but to do the rather erotic dance she was performing.

And he wasn't wrong. The dancer indeed felt no pride or happiness in what she was doing. She did enjoy dancing, it was always her favorite thing to do as a child, and she had so much fun showing off her skills, but she never imagined or intended for it to be for a Hutt, let alone a full crowd of lecherous brutes that associated themselves with gangsters such as her Hutt master.

The music of the catchy song came to a close and the dancer finished her erotic dance to thunderous applause, as did Jabba's other harem girls. She was about ready to return to her place and rest, but Jabba and the guests didn't want the party to end just yet.

"Ah, do that again!" Jabba's powerful voice showed everyone that he was clearly not done seeing the dancers danced so erotically. The guests of the room certainly weren't complaining, especially seeing as it meant they got to ogle and cheer for Jabba's beautiful harem as they continued to entertain them. The slave dancer stifled a huff as she got ready to dance again.

Joh Yowza, the Yuzzum performer of the Max Rebo band began a Huttese countdown. When Rappertunie started playing a song, Yowza quickly voiced his disapproval and told the band to perform a different song instead. Now that the band had caught on, he counted again. "Koo, Nee, TANG!"

The musicians of the band then burst into a fantastically-upbeat song that reinvigorated the energy in the room. Sy Snootles, the lead-singer of the band, snag in perfect harmony with the music and did justice to the song itself with her lovely voice. Singing and dancing backup behind her, Jabba's two slaves Rystall, Greeata, did wonderfully as well, adding to the splendor of the performance.

Unable to contain himself, Jabba tugged lightly on her chain to get his slave's attention.

Leia was reflecting on her life. As the memories of the pleasure she had willingly received finished washing over it was almost immediately followed by a wave of shame.

As her mind continued to whirl around these thoughts. It had not been the first time Jabba had taken her, but before she had always fought him. Jabba always had to take her by force to satisfy his perverse lust. Now she had given the most intimate part of herself to him willingly, consensually, and worst yet she had enjoyed it. Enjoyed it more than anything else she had in her life.

Jabba had taken the last thing she had held onto in this hellish palace and the last of her dignity and innocence was now gone. Leia tried to focus on how much she hated him for what he had done, while at the same time desperately wanting him to do it again. She hated him and yet . . .

Jabba turned his attention to his little pet lying in front of him, her face hidden in shame and a single tear crawling down her cheek. Jabba took the tear with the tip of his pudgy finger. Leia's eyes opened and they followed the hand as it rose up to her masters lips, where he licked the tear off of that one finger.

Jabba knew the answer. He always knew the answer to every question he asked her. And Ana knew the answer herself; it was the most pleasurable experience she'd ever known. It always was, and she hated herself for feeling that way when a Hutt was involved with it. She had been with other men before, even a Gamorrean once, but all other experiences paled in comparison to those she shared with her Master. She couldn't deny it to herself, so she saw no point in denying it to him either.

Jabba laughed lightly as he cupped her chin and brought her face up to his again. "You do not have to be ashamed about it my lovely. It is only natural that you feel such pleasure with me, you were always meant to. You always will." Jabba told her, delicately lowering himself to her and bringing her body higher up with both his bare hands. "All you have to do is submit. You will want for nothing, never be sad or ashamed again; I will make you happy for the rest of your life." Jabba promised her.

"Return to your place by my side, my lovely. Continue to look pretty for my guests." Jabba commanded her.

The party went on for hours on end Leia sat by her master's side the entire time throughout the night.