Jabba was renowned for hosting some of the most lively parties in the galaxy. Often he'd just randomly throw one together because there hadn't been reason to celebrate in a long while. He made reasons to celebrate, to gather his friends, and to show off his power. Although many of his guests were already asleep after celebrating that previous night, Jabba demanded everyone in the palace be awoken and invited to his throne room for a special event.
As the minutes went by, Leia could only watch as events unfolded before her. Having been put aside and ignored for the time being, Leia knew that Jabba was planning something very special for her. What Jabba called special usually turned out to be something of the most dreadful nature to others. Leia knew exactly what was going to come, and she braced herself for it. But she hated the waiting even more.
It was something of an irony that in all the times she faced torture and death, Leia had never been violated as a woman. After being captured by Darth Vader, she endured at least a dozen torture sessions with him and an interrogation droid. No one had ever used sexual persuasion on her... probably because pain seemed a lot more effective. She dreaded the thought of spreading her legs and being violated, yet waiting for it to come seemed much worse. And when she wished him to just get it over with, Jabba was only too thrilled to oblige.
After taking a moment to examine his new pet, Jabba found it difficult to get a full appreciation for Leia under that suit of armour. "I must admit you had a good disguise... would've fooled even me. But you didn't cover your tracks too well, princess. Now that everyone knows, you might as well remove that ridiculous disguise now. Why don't you let everyone see who you really are?"
Bib Fortuna tapped Jabba on the shoulder. "Master, shall I have her fitted with more... proper attire?"
Before he could answer, Salacious Crumb started screeching in his native language. Between Bib and Salacious, Jabba twisted his head to address Salacious. Crawling up the body of the great Hutt, the little creature took a position near Jabba's ear and whispered his suggestion.
Leia couldn't make out anything the creature said, but they both started arguing over what to do with her. It seemed that Jabba wasn't all too interested in the idea, but then started chuckling. When Salacious looked at her, he laughed devilishly with anticipation.
Jabba gave Leia another malicious look and then rubbed the side of her face, as if to comfort her. She shrugged it off, but Jabba twisted her around and sat her upon the cushion that had once belonged to Oola. Rubbing her shoulders as if to prominently show off his newest possession, Jabba finally answered Fortuna's question. "That won't be necessary, Bib. I have something better in mind for the princess, and I happen to be in the mood to celebrate. I would like for you to have all my guests in the palace awoken. Let them know that we'll be hosting another party... right now. Tell everyone that I'm personally extending an invitation and expect them to come. Those that miss this will be in for a great disappointment. For everyone here... this is cause for celebration, so celebrate!"
Only after Jabba made such an announcement did many in the chamber break out cheering... although most had no idea what exactly the Great Jabba had been planning for them.
Leia found herself on the verge of tears, but realized that she had too much integrity to just break down in despair. The act which lead to her capture was a mistake, but the young woman was determined to keep her mind on the task at hand. Han was still a prisoner and in need of rescue. Unfortunately so was she, but despite what had just happened, Leia was determined not to give up until both she and Han were in each other's arms.
Although her situation changed drastically, she was still an important part of the mission. It did give her some small measure of comfort to know Han was safe, at least for the moment. And for what little time they had together, at least it was enough that Han knew she hadn't given up on him... somewhat alleviating the guilt she felt.
As Jabba released her, he gestured his closest two guards to take Leia into the center of the room. For some strange reason, she actually felt quite confident in herself. After having withstood dozens of interrogation sessions with Darth Vader himself, she had no doubt that Jabba couldn't be any worse. And unlike her time on the Death Star, she wouldn't endure the ordeal alone.
The guard on her right side just happened to be Lando. Upon seeing that familiar glint in his eyes, she somehow managed a smile. Even in the most dreadful of moments, just having a friend nearby... made it much easier to endure. The most that Lando could do was give her a friendly nod, as he couldn't risk exposing himself as well. As long as they had at least one person on the inside, Leia felt they still stood a good chance for rescuing Han.
Once Leia had been moved to the center of the floor, Jabba laughed sadistically and then announced his orders so that his gathering audience could watch. "Guards, remove that silly disguise. I want to see my new servant for all her beauty."
Everyone else in the throne room roared in approval, save two. Leia, for obvious reasons. Lando also couldn't say he was fond of the situation. As any human male might have, he certainly was interested in seeing Leia without clothes, but certainly not like that. Some thoughts were best left to the imagination.
She and Lando briefly looked at one another, both equally uncomfortable with what they had to do. Leia originally figured that Lando was the kind who'd have been all to happy to oblige, but she then saw a look in his eyes that was completely absent of any enthusiasm. As the Gamorrean on the left began by removing the shoulder strap, pulling it over her head, Lando hesitated. Leia looked at him and nodded, silently giving him permission to proceed. Actually the movement of her head was more like trembling than actual nodding, but Lando saw she wanted him to follow through with Jabba's order.
A more primordial part of him might have admitted that his heart pounded with anticipation, maybe even that those were the best damned orders he'd ever received. However Leia was a friend, and the last thing he would have wanted was to violate a friend. That certainly sapped all the pleasure from it.
The bounty hunter disguise Leia wore consisted of an outer layer of thick armour protecting her chest underlined with a kevlar jacket. The metal backpack and the armour plates made up one piece that rested upon her shoulders. That was removed first and tossed to the floor. The jacket soon followed.
Although Leia appeared to have a very delicate figure, even with armour, its removal gave a much clearer indication of how slender she really was. Although still fully clothed, Leia's ears echoed the growing approval of the spectators who came to watch as she was stripped of her garb. Her torment grew with each layer they removed. She wondered how such people could take great joy at her expense. Leia almost hated them almost as much as she hated Jabba.
When the other guard sought to remove the final layer of her garment, he was far from gentle. She resisted the Gamorrean and pulled herself away. "Back off!" Leia screamed, delivering a powerful blow to the Gamorrean's snout.
To her surprise, the guard didn't squeal in pain, as she had hoped. It was as if her fist didn't even hurt him, but it certainly made him angry. He went at her again, aggressively ripping away at her garb.
Leia screamed and drew back again, this time tripping and landing on her butt just in front of Jabba's throne. From the commotion, Leia didn't realize that her rebellious attitude only proved all the much more amusing to Jabba. He had been laughing with that guttural voice she really started to detest.
When he came at her again, Lando, determined to protect Leia, threw himself in front of the charging Gamorrean. And although he easily overpowered Lando, it was Jabba's hand that halted him. The room soon fell silent, broken only by the high-pitched laughter of Salacious.
Jabba addressed his Gamorrean servant. "Now now, I don't want my property harmed... unless I'm the one to order it." Leaning as far forward as the Hutt could, Jabba had extended one of his short, stubby arms in a vein effort to reach Leia, who sat just beyond his reach on the floor. Frustrated that he couldn't grab her, Jabba sat himself back up and simply ordered Leia to stand before him.
With her shirt torn across the midriff, Leia held it together as she stood up and faced Jabba again. Swallowing her pride, Leia just did as the Hutt demanded.
"My my, you are a feisty one." Jabba seemed quite fond of his new possession, as he often enjoyed breaking new slaves. He certainly had higher expectations of Leia than he did from his previous slave girl, Oola. He also liked demonstrating his ability to control people, especially in coercing powerful individuals like Leia and treating them as he would a common slave. "If you should feel more inclined to obey my orders, then you may do it yourself. It's your choice, but those robes are to be removed... now."
As Leia looked behind her, she realized that it was all about public humiliation. Jabba simply wanted to put on a show of his authority in front of his guests, which was what Leia had to do. Terrible as it sounded, Leia reluctantly accepted that he was in control... at least for the time being. And it wasn't like she really had a choice.
Starting again with her belt, the gesture brought much excitement and cheer from the guests who'd gathered to see Jabba's new pet. Reluctantly, she continued by slipping off her boots and trousers. It was then that she twisted her head around and looked back at the audience, who's cheers and applause actually died down as more of herself became visible. It was then that she noticed that many of them weren't human. Apparently many didn't find alien species especially alluring. She didn't know it at the time, but the majority of them were applauding more for Jabba than for Leia. Somehow both his guards and guests held great reverence towards people who possessed the power to control others through fear.
Watching Lando as he refused to take any pleasure in her humiliation, it gave Leia some small comfort to know at least one other person took no joy from her torment. Actually Lando was rather excited at what he saw, somewhat ashamed for taking any level of pleasure from such a sick display by Jabba. Lando most certainly wished Leia were somewhere else, but it didn't stop him from staring. It wasn't like he would pass up a chance when it presented itself... of course he displayed no satisfaction of any kind to Leia.
Having removed the tattered remains of her shirt, she was down only to her undergarment. Obviously they had to go as well, but Leia needed a moment to prepare herself emotionally for facing Jabba in that condition. When he made a hand gesture, it wasn't hard to figure out what he wanted.
She just sighed and then unfastened the straps to the top piece. It enticed Jabba to watch her bra fall to the floor, the lower piece following in short order. Brushing them aside with her foot, Leia gave Jabba a sour look and placed her hands upon her hips.
Although completely naked, Leia didn't attempt to cover herself. She didn't want to give Jabba the sense that he had humiliated her. Although that was far from true, Leia maintained her dignity and allowed Jabba to gaze upon her. Only her body was left fully exposed, but she wouldn't let him see her mind as well. Leia displayed nothing to indicate her embarrassment.
From the sound of Jabba's chuckling, he seemed quite satisfied with his new possession. "What a lovely human you are, my dear. You've exceeded my expectations... that's not easy." He waved his hand and barked out another order. "Now why don't you turn yourself around and allow my guests to have a look at you?"
Rolling her eyes at him, Leia dropped her arms to her sides, rotated a hundred and eighty degrees, and her heart sank when she realized that she stood fully exposed before so many people. She subtly positioned her hands in front, just enough to conceal her crotch without making the gesture too overt.
Lando probably felt more awkward than Leia, but certainly didn't pass up the chance to satisfy his curiosity. Seeing her like that... he hated himself for taking such a perverted pleasure, yet couldn't withdraw his eyes from something so beautiful. Leia certainly turned out to be everything he'd imagined.
Everyone else roared their approval, but just as quickly fell silent as Jabba raised his palm. Just the movement of his hands seemed as commanding as his voice. "My friends, I would like you to welcome Princess Leia Organa. Daughter of former Republic Senator, Bail Organa of Alderaan. Heir to the once-proud Ancient House of Organa. Sole survivor of that house. Renowned leader of the Alliance to Restore the Republic. Rebel. Traitor to the Empire..."
As Jabba kept listing the deeds she was known for, Leia twisted her head around, realizing that Jabba had known about her since she first entered his palace. It allowed her some little comfort, knowing her sad attempt to free Han hadn't cost their mission. Unfortunately it also meant they grossly underestimated Jabba's resources.
Her eyes on him, Jabba extended his arm and gestured Leia back to the throne. "Unfortunate that she destroyed my favorite decoration, I've decided to replace Captain Solo with someone better." He patted his hand upon the empty cushion in front, gesturing Leia to sit on it.
Again, Leia reluctantly obeyed, climbing onto the throne, and perching herself upon the cushion. Not even allowed a moment to sit up straight, Jabba grabbed the poor soul and pulled her against his soft body. She struggled to escape his grasp, but even Jabba's feeble arms were strong enough to keep Leia firmly pinned where he wanted her.
Cuddling her, placing his hand to rub the underside of her neck, Jabba nestled her in his arms. "I will give the princess a great honor. Since poor Oola had to be put down, I've been in need of a new personal servant. Twi'leks make great dancers, but I'm not looking for another dancer. I want a princess, and one just so happened to stumble into my little trap. I've arranged a celebration for this event, in honor of my new servant. Royalty certainly deserves a momentous ceremony... and I intend to celebrate all night." He then pointed to his musical group, who had since been setting up their instruments. "Start the music! Something exciting! Bartenders, break out the drinks! I don't want anyone in this palace to miss this occasion!"
It was only then that Jabba finally released Leia of his slimy clutches. The young woman just sat in horror as deafening applause overwhelmed her senses. It got even worse when Salacious crept up from behind and latched onto her hair. Leia twisted her head around and brushed the obnoxious little creature away. He withdrew and got just beyond Leia's reach. "If you ever touch me again, you little gargoyle...!"
As Leia extended herself in an effort to strangle Salacious, Jabba grabbed her to keep both his pets apart. As the monkey-lizard started laughing again, Jabba used his tail to whip Salacious off of the throne. Plopping onto the floor, Salacious began protesting. It was then that Jabba made it explicitly clear to him that he wasn't to touch Leia again... not without explicit permission.
Salacious responded, but Leia again couldn't make out his language. When Jabba answered, she got some sense as to how her life was going to be from then on. "Yes, but this one is special. And your typical behavior won't be likely to provide any amusement with her. Besides, I have my own ways of harassing the princess, as you shall see."
Curling herself into a ball, Leia brought her knees up to cover her breasts, wrapped her arms around her legs, and was desperate to block everything out. As Salacious laughed again and climbed back onto the throne, she started imagining the terrible existence she might have been doomed to live for the rest of her life. From her convulsive shaking and the tears in her eyes, there was little doubt she ever had a more humiliating moment in her life.
Leia knew how to endure torture and she had grown accustomed to living with the threat of death, but she certainly never considered THIS. As Jabba pulled her back into his arms and brushed his grotesque tongue against her bare back, Leia wished more than anything to have been condemned to a cold dungeon. Even the company of a few guards seeking to make her scream in agony seemed more appealing than living in the abhorrent comfort of Jabba's arms.
As Jabba's music group exploded into a song, it startled her into perking up her head, allowing Jabba another chance to grab her shoulders and pull the young princess against his body. Leia's breasts were left exposed again, but she made no attempt to cover herself again. In leaving herself exposed, Leia felt it showed more dignity than pointlessly conceal what little she could with her arms.
Jabba hovered over her and stroked her abdomen, appreciating the delicate feel of her flesh. After having her clothes removed, Leia began to shake. Between Jabba's saliva and her own perspiration, her skin glistened under the lights. She began to quiver from the most bitter cold and gruesome captivity she's ever endured.
The Hutt breathed very sensually at her presence, finding her terror most alluring. Unfortunately he had much more in store for the enslaved Leia. "Now now, princess. Royalty such as you deserves something more appropriate to wear than a suit of armour."
Leia retorted, "Let me guess: nothing?"
Jabba laughed, all while rubbing her shoulders to give her that false sense of comfort again. "No, of course not. I'm sure that a blend of silks and precious metals are more what you're used to, so that's exactly what you'll get. I've had one of my servants sent to fetch your new attire, something that even a princess would find suitable." He leaned forward and whispered into her ear. "Now why don't you thank me for being such a considerate master?"
Leia twisted her head around and made an exaggerated, but very sour smile at him. She didn't believe a word he said, but she did exactly as what he ordered. "Thank-you."
When she attempted to turn her head away, he took Leia firmly by the chin and forced her to look him in the eye again. "Thank-you, my Master." He ordered her to speak.
This time, Leia spoke again with less hostility in her voice. She understood that Jabba genuinely was in control and that the best option was just to yield and do as he demanded. "Thank-you, my Master." From the sound of Jabba's breathing, Leia could only assume that it meant affection from him. His hand went from her chin and rubbed it along the side of her face. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath so that she didn't have to inhale the terrible fumes from his gaping maw.
Jabba savored Leia and handled her very affectionately for a long moment. "You are quite a specimen, princess. I regret not taking you when you first stepped foot in my palace. I really wished you hadn't freed Captain Solo of the carbonite... I know not what to do with him now."
Almost relieved that Jabba had brought up business, Leia saw an opportunity to get her mind back onto the mission... anything other than that! "You knew it was me. Why didn't you just capture me when I first walked in?"
"I wanted to see how your plan was going to unfold. You surprised me in that you managed to release Captain Solo from the carbonite without killing him. Clearly you had some help with the life support controls of the carbon freeze matrix. By the time that I realized what you were doing... I wanted to see how your plan was going to unfold. But like I said, I expected much more from you, princess."
She actually managed to smile with at least the vaguest hint of defiance. Leia was desperate to escape, even if she had to buy her freedom and everyone else's. "I don't suppose you'd be interested in talking ransom? You know we're good for it."
Jabba rubbed the side of her face for his own enjoyment, stoking Leia and lightly pinching her cheek, the Hutt enjoyed taunting her. "Tired of me already? No, I think I'll keep you, princess. You see, I paid a considerable fortune to buy Captain Solo's life." Looking at the piece of carbonite on the far side of the chamber, Jabba was quite disappointed to see the empty indentation of which he felt Han belonged. "I wouldn't get off my throne to pick up a pile of money if it were left on the floor right in front of me... I mean if I actually could reach down and pick it up." He chuckled.
"If credits don't matter to you, then why didn't you pay the 50,000 I demanded for Chewbacca?" Leia asked.
The Hutt continued his sadistic chuckle and released Leia from his clutches, allowing her sit facing the crowd in front. He then went to stroking her hair and brushing a hand down her bare back. "I'm a Hutt. That's what we do. Most of my kind could only dream to build an empire as vast and wealthy as what I control, but when you reach the pinnacle of the galaxy... you lose an important piece of yourself."
Leia twisted her head around as Jabba went about discussing his life of crime. For whatever it was worth... she sought to take any advantage Jabba allowed of her. She may have been a prisoner, but Leia was determined escape. And anything he revealed could potentially have been used against him.
"I remember a time when I was only starting my new criminal empire, when reaping a mere 500 credits on a business transaction quite excited me. A very pitiful amount compared to most of the transactions I make today. As the years passed, I began assigning more and more tasks to other people and eventually I found I had more credits than I could ever spend in a lifetime... being financially secure, making even more profit was no longer fun. The only amusement I ever get from business anymore is when I cheat my adversaries. And that's exactly what I did to you, princess."
Leia couldn't help noticing the irony of Jabba's greatest success ultimately siphoning all the joy he got from his criminal dealings. There was no sympathy at all; it just disgusted her. If Jabba had simply ceased his criminal dealings, he would still have had enough blood money for whatever guilty pleasures he desired, yet he seemed more interested in ruining other lives. Such a sadistic sense of pleasure being all that would satisfy Jabba... how could such a horrid creature exist?
Leia turned her head away again. "So in the end, your criminal dealings have only made life miserable..." Brushing away his arm, Leia noticed Lando staring from amongst the crowd, and then covered her breasts. "...for everyone."