*very deeply sorry this has taken me FOREVER to write. A lot going on between switching jobs, my boyfriend of 11 months breaking up with me, getting strep throat, things have been FUN. My new job is great. And I'm finally getting over my ex and things are looking up.*
Luke had been taken by the infamous Boba Fett to be executed. Leia had been so upset she almost felt numb. Jabba had not stopped touching her since Luke was taken away from her.
His chubby clumsy finger still poked around her womanhood, forcing it to become wet. She had barely opened her eyes; his tongue wouldn't stop its onslaught on her pussy. It was growing sore and raw from his crummy food-soaked hand. Every now and then, he'd give one of his booming deep laughs: ho ho ho haaaa Leiaaaa, just to rub salt in the wound.
Suddenly, without notice, he let go. He removed his hands from her body. She opened her eyes, blinking away the slime and scum only to see C-3PO, with his arm missing, approaching the dias.
"Your high exaltedness, the remaining droids in the palace have prepared your sail barge, your worshipfulness."
Leia rolled her eyes and heaved a defeated sigh. Jabba snickered at her reaction.
"Leiaaaa, you will accompany to watch that filthy Jedi fool die!"
"The great Jabba the Hutt decrees that you are to accompany him to watch Master Luke-." C-3PO translated.
"Enough, 3PO!" Leia barked, understanding the rest.
Jabba tugged forcefully at her chain; her body helplessly fell back against his weighty body. "He is my droid, not yours, princesssss. Haaaa." His bulky digits caressed Leia's shoulder as she shivered uncontrollably.
C-3P0 left, clunking away awkwardly. Jabba pulled Leia's leash up, so she could come to a stand. He grabbed her waist, forcing her to face him.
He gave her a long lick up her neck, up her face to her hairline. He hugged her close to his body; her almost naked form clinging onto his. His dais suddenly lurched forward, causing her body to sink deeper into his. He chuckled, grabbing her ass, pushing her body firmly against him. She tried to reach out her arms but no use. She could barely move them, she was so weak, and she knew it was a losing battle. Her body instinctively desired to fight back, however; she had no strength to do so with.
Soon they were on his sail barge, traveling to the Sarlacc Pit. Leia tried to stuff down her emotions as well as her tears, knowing she'd never see Luke again. Jabba had allowed her to lay against his tail for part of the journey while he consumed a disgusting amount of patty frogs, Huttese wine, and other assorted strange foods that left a foul odor lingering in Leia's palette. She licked her dry lips; the desert heat had begun to creep through the barge's windows, baking her body.
Jabba tugged on her chain again, demanding she stand to face him. She did so warily, hoping she could join Luke.
His mouth was caked with green and yellowish slime; some of it still dripping down his wide maw. "Leiaaaa, drinkkkk." he invited, pressing his tall glass of Huttese wine to her lips. She tried to refuse at first, but her mouth was so parched. She gave up that fight once it touched her lips; she leaned her face in, trying to get at the liquid. However, Jabba wasn't tilting the glass in her direction. She closed her eyes, bitter tears behind them. This was another one of his games. She needed to figure out what he wanted, which was always her affections. She opened them to see the liquid out of reach of her lips and his slime coated hand wrapped around the glass. She knew what he wanted. She wrapped both hands around his, pushing the glass up towards her awaiting lips. His strength was greater than hers, and she couldn't budge the glass enough to drink the wine. She cursed in her mind, trying to figure out what the answer was to his stupid game. She tugged harder at his hand, catching him off guard, as it splashed the wine unexpectedly all over Leia's tired face. Her eyes closed instinctively, as the tepid thick liquid clung to her face, dripping down into her top. Jabba laughed, filling the room with sound. "HO HO HO HA HA HA HAAAAA."
Her eyes blinked open, her cheeks red hot from embarrassment. She knew what would happen next. She would become the serving dish. As expected, Jabba licked her face several times, wiping away the wine, leaving his putrid saliva behind. When he was done, he tossed the glass, shattering loudly in the corner. Leia opened her eyes suddenly in the direction of the sound. He grasped her chin with his chubby fingers, turning her towards him.
"I'm still thirsty, your majesty." this had been his new pastime of mocking Leia's former royal position. C-3P0 made his way up to the dais with a fresh glass of wine. Jabba swung out his arm impatiently, flinging the droid and the glass backwards. The liquid and glass splattered over the poor droid as he muttered to himself.
"I don't want wine, you fool. I want something much sweeter."
The droid tried to answer the call, making his way to his feet with some luck. Jabba flung out his arm again, knocking the droid down. He wrapped his fingers around Leia's waist, all at once pulling off her skirts. They fell to her feet as she held back her fury. His hands tightly gripped her waist, pulling her up over his head with ease.
"Please, please no. Please no." Leia begged, to no avail.
Jabba placed her highness above his mouth, his tongue venturing out to caress her pussy lips. She moaned in disgust as he lowered her onto his mouth, sucking and licking her out. Leia could faintly hear C3P0's whines in the background. "Oh- oh my- oh dear."
She wished it were silent. Between the droid's cries and Jabba's filthy mouth making sloppy wet sounds, it was deafening to Leia's ears. She groaned loudly, joining in the cacophony of voices. He let his tongue go rigid, forcing it deep into Leia's womb. She cried aloud; her voice cracked in distress. At last, the deed was over. He lowered her back to the ground, beaming with pride.
"Delicious, princess." He licked his lips, enjoying her taste still plastered on his lips. "If you want a drink, you beg for it. After that little escapade of trying to flee your master, you will have to prove your loyalty to me, Leiaaa."
3P0 was trying to get up and translate but Leia held out her hand impatiently. She caught enough of the words "drink" and "master" to understand the jest.
"Please, please, master," she feigned. "Please allow your disobedient slave something to drink." her mind couldn't believe what her lying mouth was saying, but she would do anything to quench her thirst.
Jabba grinned dumbly with satisfaction. "Prove it." he merely stated.
"P-prove it?" she muttered, confounded.
"Prove your loyalty to me, princess."
"How-" but before she got out the words he continued.
"Kiss me. Worship me, khankee. Only then, will I satisfy your thirst."
She was uncertain of the meaning, gesturing to C-3P0 to help.
This time he stayed out of sight behind the dais, sheepishly fulfilling his duties there.
"The mighty Hutt will grant you your request if you-if you- kiss him."
"Ha ha ha, ho ho ho."
Leia swallowed with difficulty, hardly anything in her mouth to swallow besides her pride. She about choked on it. "Please, please, my master, my gracious lord, please." she leaned in, regretting her actions before she even did them. She puckered her dry cracked lips, pressing them against his. Her eyes bolted open as his hand suddenly grabbed the back of her head, pressing her face into his lips. He held her there for what seemed like an eternity, smothering his face over his soiled stained lips. She tried to pull away, but his strength was no match for hers. His tongue poked out, easily gaining entrance to her mouth. Leia gagged, making retching noises in the back of her throat. She pushed against the hutt's hefty body for help, but nothing would stop him.
At last, he pulled his tongue out and allowed her head freedom. Leia gasped for air, nearly choking on the slime now soaking in her mouth. The hutt reached out for his droid. Luckily for 3P0, R2 was one his way with a fresh drink balanced precariously on a tray atop his head. He made two slight beeps to catch the attention of the hutt. Grabbing the drink, he offered it out to Leia.
She would not make the same mistake twice. She reached both hands around his, pleading, "Please, master, please allow your disobedient slave," this word was the hardest to bare, "a drink from her master's glass."
Jabba sighed in pleasure, tilting the glass in her direction. She couldn't drink as much as he was giving, continuing to tilt the glass as she went up for some air and tried to finish it. Cold thick liquid slopped down her bikini top, drenching her breasts in wine. The glass was empty: half in Leia's empty gullet, half soaking her breasts. The hutt replaced the glass on R2's head, waving the droid away.
"Remove your top!" Jabba demanded. Leia reached behind, expecting that he would want her fully nude. She unlatched both thin elastic strands, dropping to her feet atop the already discarded skirts.
"What a messy slave, Leia." Jabba opened his maw, pushing Leia from behind, forcing her breasts between his lips. His tongue rolled over and under and all around her soft breasts, moaning and groaning loudly as he did so. Leia turned her face away from the mess, trying not to cry. She had been through so much in so little time. Why couldn't she join in Luke's fate? Why?
At last, he stopped abruptly as another grey harsh looking droid approached the dais. Leia remained facing Jabba; his arms were cage bars around her.
The droid's sharp monotone voice announced, "We have reached the Sarlacc pit and await master's orders."
"Excellent! Is the Jedi in place?"
"Yes, lord."
"Good. Let's not hesitate any longer. Drop the boy in."
Leia gasped, bringing Jabba's attention to her. "Do you wish to watch your foolish friend suffer?"
Leia glanced down, sniffling. "Yes, master."
"Ho ho ho haaaa. What a good slut." he gave her chain some slack as she quickly made her way to the window, squinting into the harsh light. Her eyes finally focused on Luke, standing in wrist restraints, next to Boba Fett. She heard Jabba's voice, louder than before, echoing outside the sail barge.
Boba Fett gave Luke a shove; his body hitting the sand harshly, rolling into the pit. Its tentacles wrapped around his body, pulling him into its awaiting maw. Leia's tears burst from her eyes. Her moans filled the room as Jabba tugged on her leash. His booming laughter drown out Leia's screams.
"Be a good little slave. Your master's body is awaiting yours, princess. Drown your sorrows in the pleasure I give you, slave. Ho ho ho ha ha ha haaaaa. Soon learn to appreciate me."