Obedient Misery
Leia slept much better than she ever would have expected, considering her situation. Despite not having much to cover her scantily clad body, she didn't take much notice to the cold at first, but it began to prove most uncomfortable. It was hard to believe that she could be cold on Tattooine, but Jabba's palace was built to protect its inhabitants from the extreme temperatures outside.
Without a blanket, Leia shifted her outfit to see if she could get any warmer. She wrapped her arms around herself, got into a fetal position, and covered herself as best she could using the veils hanging from the lower piece of the bikini to blanket her bare legs. With half her body massaging the cushion upon which she slept, Leia managed to find a comfortable position.
Of course the last place Leia would ever have wanted to be was laying before a Hutt with many eyes fixed on her nearly-naked form. Leia wouldn't ever admit it to anyone, especially not to Jabba; but wearing that slave bikini was a genuinely humiliating experience for her. If Jabba's choice of attire for the young princess was to embarrass her... he had succeeded.
Feeling she should've had more integrity than that, Leia actively sought to hide her sense of humiliation. Unlike some of the unfortunate souls who's flesh belonged to Jabba, Leia could at least take comfort in knowing someone would be there to save her... to save everyone. While trying to fall asleep, she thought what it must have been like for other slaves who knew they weren't going to be rescued.
She often wondered how people like Lyn could live like that for years without losing their sanity. To be condemned to such a terrible existence with no hope of escape, save death... after going through it herself, Leia had only the greatest respect for those who Jabba had enslaved. Leia felt she could relate to Lyn, even though they lived in vastly different worlds.
When her starship had been disabled over Tattooine and she was taken prisoner, Leia went in with the knowledge that she wouldn't live through that ordeal. Transferred to the Death Star and subjected to endless torture by Darth Vader, Leia remembered wishing she were dead... and that her secrets would die with her. Leia vividly remembered what it was like to live after all hope had been forsaken. Having abandoned all hope for rescue, she did not realize her fantastic luck: a foolish kid and an ambitious scoundrel willing to face impossible odds to save her life.
As Jabba's snoring made it even more difficult for her to sleep, Leia at least had some time to think about other matters. Since being forced into that gold bikini, she had been too preoccupied with her own problems to think much of Han. As far as she knew, Han was relatively safe. He may even have been in a good mood to be reunited with his wookie friend at long last.
Before being frozen in carbonite, Han had told Chewie to take care of Leia, which was the same as if he had sworn a life debt to her. Han might have been alright with it, but she really didn't want a wookie everywhere she went. Although she considered Chewie a friend, after having him trailing behind her for a year, she was glad to finally give him back to Han. Of course, she much preferred the company of the furball over a giant slug.
Unfortunately thinking of Han really didn't lift her spirit very much. Leia couldn't help feeling a bit bitter at the thought of Han sitting comfortably in a cell while she was sentenced to something so much more demeaning. Modeling herself in a slave bikini for the purpose of entertaining Jabba's guests was a most humiliating fate. Leia lifted her head and looked back at the unconscious Hutt, furrowing her brow at the sight of her new master. What really upset her more than anything was thinking about Han and how stupid he must have been to do business with a Hutt. She was almost as angry at Han for getting himself into that mess as she was at Jabba for what he'd done to her. It was then that Leia silently dared Jabba to try and order her about again. If he believed that she would be easy to control, he best think again.
Ironically Leia actually got a very restful sleep before she felt something tugging on her skirt. Although barely conscious, she was just aware enough to pull the veil back over her exposed leg. And then she buried her head into the cushion and tried to get back to sleep.
When the tugging began again, Leia grabbed the veil in back to the lower piece of her bikini and pulled it away. Only this time, there was something attached to it. It was Salacious!
As she felt his little, furry body rub against her exposed legs, Leia's instincts took over. Thinking it was a disease-carrying rodent crawling up her leg, Leia kicked him away and pulled back, almost rubbing her bare back against Jabba's enormous body. Her heart racing, and close to panicking, Leia barely kept suppressed a shriek. Although it only took a brief moment for her to remember where she was, Leia shuddered in disgust.
She only realized that it was Salacious when the little creature chuckled venomously at her reaction. Trailing around Leia's boots, intent on making her already wonderful existence that much more enjoyable, Salacious went for the Lashaa veils again. She snapped at him again with her foot, barely missing him.
Seemingly unconcerned by the prospect of pain or injury, Salacious spoke in his native language at her. Leia couldn't make out a word of it, but assumed his words were meant to torment her. She sat herself up and swept the silk split-skirt under her legs so that he couldn't grab at it again. As he closed the distance between them, Leia glared at him. "Don't even think it, you little monster. I'll kill you if you touch me again."
He chuckled again, apparently eager to call her bluff... but Salacious took a position just outside Leia's reach. It was clear that she wouldn't get any more sleep that night.
One of the things that really made Leia uncomfortable was the way in which everyone stared at her scantilly-clad body. Within the main audience chamber remained several of Jabba's guards and guests. Those that remained either were too drunk to make it back to their quarters, or they just didn't want to call it a night. At least half of the spectators present had their eyes open, but none seemed to give much notice of Salacious or of her reactions.
The part of having so many people staring at her which really agitated Leia was the fact that so few of them were human. The Gamorians were absolutely repulsive to her, which made it uncomfortable to watch as they stared in her general direction. She didn't know how many of the species in that chamber found humans alluring, but she just hoped it was few.
As Leia and Salacious spent the next several minutes focused on one another, the little creature was determined to harass the new slave from a distance. Leia readied herself to lash at him once he was close enough, but Salacious seemed content only to aggravate the former princess for whatever it was worth. Suddenly the little monkey-lizard pointed at something just behind her and spoke something in his native language. Leia couldn't understand, but refused to turn her back on him.
As she felt something wet and slimy brush across her left shoulder... she half believed it was Jabba's tongue, but she was convinced that he was still asleep. Reacting to the disgust of having saliva slobbered on her body again, Salacious took that opportunity to sneak up on a distracted Leia. Staring at the lace holding the top piece of her bikini together, the little creature couldn't resist the chance to bite through it.
Sensing the creature on her again, Leia threw back her elbow and knocked Salacious away. Having failed to remove her top, and with her eyes fixed on him, Salacious realized he was in deep trouble. It was then Leia them threw herself at the wretched creature, intent to wring his little neck. "Damn you little...!"
Right as she was ready to pounce upon him, Leia was abruptly snapped back by the chain and collar around her neck. Strangling the poor princess as she tried to leave the throne, Leia growled at the misfortune of being put on such a short leash. Choking and gasping for breath, Leia grabbed the leash and pulled on it in a desperate effort for more slack. Despite knew it was pointless, Leia continued fighting against that damned leash, just wishing that she could break herself free!
Once Crum realized he was safely outside of Leia's reach, he perked his head over the far side of Jabba's throne and only saw Jabba's newest pet grasping the collar around her neck. She stared at him as if to silently say 'if it weren't for this collar...' Crum unfortunately had a sick sense of humor. He didn't realize that Leia was ready to kill him, but also that she was on a leash. The vile little creature simply laughed at her misfortune.
Leia gave him such a virulent look, which only got more intense as he began laughing. Seeing such a creature that could take such joyous pleasure at her expense... Leia wanted nothing more than to kick him across the room... if only it were not for that damned leash!
Suddenly Leia felt that tongue again on her back. Between Crum and that tongue, Leia shot herself around. "If you do that one more time...!" It was then that she realized it wasn't Jabba licking her. The tongue was long and seemingly hanging from something right above her. She looked up and found a creature hanging from the ceiling, unaware that it was a sapient creature called Ghoel. Finding him amusing because of the way he licked unwitting victims who passed directly under, Jabba kept Ghoel around his palace for obvious reasons.
Leia shot herself around and just caught Ghoel in the act of licking her. His tongue still dangling right in front of her, Leia sought to grab it and pull the creature down with it. Unfortunately that tongue was more slimy than it appeared, which was why it slipped from her grip.
With saliva on her shoulders and hands, Leia shuddered with utmost disgust. "Ewe..." If things couldn't have gotten any worse, Leia got the sense that Jabba was waking up. Anticipating Sarious again, Leia twisted herself about and tried to keep both of those creatures in sight. It was then that the one from behind grabbed the frustrated Leia and pulled her into an embrace.
His hand rubbing her exposed abdomen, Leia tried brushing his stubby arms away to no avail. Jabba's arms weren't very strong, especially for a creature his size, but he did have a frustrated Leia at a disadvantage because of the position she was in. All Jabba had to do was pin her against his body and she couldn't get enough leverage to break away.
Actually enjoying her resistance, Jabba chuckled and drew his new pet closer to his huge, gaping maw. "Ghoel has a wicked tongue, my princess. He only licks people he likes... which means he must like you."
"Does he? Splendid." Leia retorted, her sardonic tone quite apparent. The scantilly-clad Leia rolled her eyes back, realizing that this was going to be just another day in paradise.
Leia genuinely tried to keep her mind on the task at hand, but she found it especially difficult to maintain her composure in the presence of a giant slug that handled her like some faithful pet. However, the one she was really resentful of in that moment was Han. Surprisingly she wasn't so angry at Jabba for what came naturally to Hutts as she was at Han for getting involved with Jabba in the first place. She knew it wasn't right to blame the man she loved for her misfortune, but Leia was in no position to take it out on Jabba. As long as he had Chewbacca and Han at his mercy, she was in no position to defy her new master. She didn't fear torture and death for herself, but Leia wasn't willing to have a close friend die because she was too embarrassed to wear a gold bikini and play slave girl for a day or two.
Unfortunately, it only made her predicament that much worse. And the more Jabba touched her, the more resentment she had for the man who was willing to sacrifice himself for her on Cloud City. As Jabba's hand trailed down from her exposed abdomen and towards the gold plate hanging from her waist, Leia braced for what she thought was coming. It was then that she closed her eyes and whispered, if only in the vein hope that he might take her seriously. "I swear that you'll regret this."
His repulsive hand flush against the lower piece of Leia's bikini, feeling the etched face of the gold plate concealing her pelvis, Jabba could hardly believe one of Leia's reputation would be so submissive. He knew that reducing her to a pleasure slave genuinely made her miserable, but it just wasn't satisfying enough for him when Leia refused to fight back. If that wasn't enough to provoke her, maybe he just needed to go a little further.
As Jabba's stubby hand began to descend her exposed abdomen, Leia knew it sought to infiltrate the space between the metal plate and her flesh. At first Leia was so fearful of resisting that she was willing to allow Jabba to invade any part of her body. It was not her own safety, but Han and Chewie that she worried about. And the thought of what Jabba would do if she fought back was just too much to bear.
If it were just her own life on the line here, there would have been no way he'd so much as touch her without receiving a mortal wound in return. Unable to fit his fat fingers between the narrow space between the metal and her flesh, Jabba tried to forcibly subduct those vile extremities where they didn't belong. Ironically Leia's bikini proved a difficult lock for him to crack.
Suddenly Leia realized that she didn't want such a memory etched in her mind for the rest of her life. Playing the role of loyal servant was torturous enough as it was, but this was going too far. Feeling those stubby fingers trying to slip below the gold plate and between her legs was something she would not allow. Forgetting all about the mission, Leia knew she had to do whatever was necessary to protect herself.
Slapping that repulsive hand away from her groin, Leia made it clear to Jabba that she wouldn't allow herself be raped! Knowing that such defiance against the master would likely result in punishment, she didn't care. In fact Leia almost hoped to receive some physical pain. At least being beaten or physically shattered would have allowed her some means of escape. Nothing was worse than this.
However Leia was unaware of what he really wanted. Although quite pleased with his newest possession, Jabba was rather disappointed by the shameful display of false obedience Leia had shown since she her introduction to this new life. She stripped herself naked before his guests, accepted the slave bikini, and had done virtually everything he demanded of her without putting up a shred of resistance.
Unfortunately obedience wasn't what Jabba had sought at this point. He knew that Leia wasn't the kind who would so easily give in to fear, yet she had so far refused to defy him. When breaking in new servants, Jabba found they reacted one of two ways... neither of which Leia conformed to. Slaves such as Lyn Me had a rigid and obedient posture, and who's eyes betrayed the very fear within her soul. Servants such as Leia were what Jabba generally favored, as they were proud and defiant to resist their master's commands... fighting back violently, only to be beaten back down again. Jabba took a sadistic pleasure when it came to breaking in new slaves... shattering their souls and twisting their will into acknowledging his dominance.
He had high hopes for Leia, yet she has shown little fear or humiliation thus far. Jabba knew it was there, but that it just required some additional provocation on his part. After finally getting a response from Leia, Jabba was quite satisfied to see she did indeed have some physical limits. Before trying to stroke her again, Jabba needed a moment to study her behavior. Observing her every movement, Jabba felt he could learn a lot about a slave without having exactly to provoke her. Maybe he also enjoyed thinking of how much admiration he'd get for owning such a magnificent specimen.
Princess Leia would have been worth a lot of money to anyone wishing to have her... yet she practically gave herself to him. Nothing in the galaxy came free, yet there she was... flesh and soul belonging only to him. Leia was worth so much more to him because she was more like a symbol of his brilliance. Taking Han Solo prisoner was the perfect way of luring his friends in to be captured as well. The Correlian smuggler was worth really very little to Jabba, but Luke and Leia were each worth a fortune to the Empire. He had originally planned to keep Leia chained up for a few weeks and then turn her over for the Empire's two million-credit reward, but he felt she deserved a better fate than to be executed at the hands of the Empire.
And it certainly would have been a shame to waste such a fine slave... Jabba thought as he extended his arm to rub the back of his captive princess again. Leia didn't slap it away this time, but her body language showed how repulsed she really was.
Leia didn't say anything... she just got extremely agitated the more and more Jabba kept trying to rub her body. She had accepted that the Hutt was in control... at least for the moment, but it didn't mean she had to do as he wanted. Leia learned long ago not to underestimate the consequences of defying a Hutt, which was why she had been willing to go this far and play along with Jabba's sick little fantasy. However this was too sickening for her to endure. Each time Jabba's hands went where they didn't belong, she kept slapping them away.
As this continued over the next few minutes, Leia seriously began wonder whether she could endure Jabba's servitude for very long. It hadn't even been a full day and already she was confronting the prospect of being raped. What made her predicament all that much more complicated wasn't merely her life at stake, which was why she yielded to Jabba's authority. Unfortunately there were certain lines she absolutely would not cross... lines of which Jabba seemed all to eager to force upon her.
She hated being Jabba's slave almost as much as she hated being held captive on the Death Star. At least the Empire had the decency to limit itself only to physical and mental punishment when it came to the treatment of their prisoners, but Hutts had their own form of cruelty, limited only to the extent of their imagination. And there was nothing Leia feared or hated more than people with imagination and power.
She heard horrible tales that ranged from the capturing of an important rebel heroine a little over a decade ago. While pregnant, she was enslaved by the Hutt until giving birth, only to be turned over to the Empire. Having one's own child live forever as a slave while being turned over to be executed must have been the worst fate any mother could endure.
Other stories she'd heard were of people who'd been executed in the most gruesome ways. Some victims had their own body parts amputated and fed to a Kell dragon while they were forced to watch. Just the thought of watching one's flesh being removed and chewed up piece by piece... it was like making the victim witness his own death.
Leia almost regret that Lando had a way out for her. If there were simply no means of escape, then it would have seemed so much easier to endure such torture. But with Luke, Han, and Chewie all depending on her and Lando to come through... she couldn't leave Luke to save everyone on his own.
All the while, Jabba's cooing noises only heightened her frustration. Slapping him away each time he sought her flesh, Leia couldn't figure why the hell he wasn't being more forceful about this. It was as though he perceived her as a wild beast that needed to be tamed!
Leia knew this because this reminded her of a beloved Felucian bunny-cat that once belonged to her. Tyri was her name, and she was Leia's pet... she took to no one else. Leia remembered the way that Tyri would bite any who sought to touch or handle her. Leia felt she understood that Tyri didn't bite all that hard, as it was her way of saying she didn't wish to be handled.
Leia allowed Tyri to bite, accepting the pain, but refusing to flinch. She wanted the tormented creature to know there was nothing to be afraid of, which was why she let Tyri do what came naturally when her kind felt threatened. Eventually Tyri learned to trust Leia, allowing her to be stroked and handled in ways no one other than Leia could. Despite this, Tyri remained distrustful of other people, those who didn't know the right way to handle her.
It had been a long time since Leia thought about Tyri. She was Leia's pet for almost six years, often traveling with Leia and her adopted father during extended journeys. And although it was a small relief to her that Tyri was left safely on Alderaan instead on the Tantive IV when it was captured, her beloved pet was doomed in any event. Leia sometimes wondered what it would have been like if Tyri were with her on that fateful day.
When Alderaan was destroyed, there were so many other losses that Tyri hardly brushed her mind. Although she genuinely loved that Felucian bunny-cat as if she were a family member, Leia thought it was selfish to grieve over an animal. With the overwhelming mass slaughter that day, any grief over Tyri was eclipsed by everything else. Still she couldn't help imagining how dreadful it would have been if Vader had brutally destroyed her beloved pet during an interrogation session. It was almost as dreadful as a though as doing it herself... to spare Tyri the same terrible fate as her master.
As she thought more and more about her dead companion, Leia really wished Tyri were still alive. It just would have been nice to know at least one element of her past survived. Unfortunately as Leia's mind wandered, she found Jabba's stubby fingers rolling down her bare back for some time without her notice.
As Jabba cooed again, his low voice made Leia react exactly opposite of how he had intended. Shuddering at the way his skin made her body flush, Leia used her elbow to brush him away again. At that point she'd had enough, much preferring torture over this humiliation. Twisting herself around, Leia shouted rebelliously. "Haven't you got anything better to do?"
Glad to finally provoke such a daring response from his slave, Jabba chuckled with great satisfaction and grabbed the chain that bound Leia to him. Although Leia had grabbed onto the collar so that he couldn't choke her with it, the Hutt had merely to pull the leash to draw her into his slimy clutches.
Despite her best efforts to resist, Leia found it to be a tug of war she couldn't win. Bringing her ever closer to his gaping maw, Leia seriously feared having her head pulled inside. A startled gasp leaving her mouth, Leia unintentionally inhaled some the most vile fumes which escaped the pit of his body. After seemingly retching the stench from her lungs, Leia twisted her head away and gulped as much fresh air as possible before having to face Jabba again.
With much of her body pressed against the Hutt's flesh, Leia fought with everything she had in a desperate struggle to pull away. It was then that he spoke very passionately to her in Hutteese. "Now now, my Princess. Is that any way to talk back to your master?"
Unwilling to give him any more satisfaction, Leia whispered. "Go to hell."
"Feisty, today, aren't we? You were so well behaved last night that I actually was thinking of letting you off the leash for a while. Perhaps I should reconsider?"
Leia wanted more than anything to have that damned leash removed, if only to get away from Jabba for a while. She knew that nothing good could possibly come out of Jabba's mouth, yet she was unwilling to throw away a chance like that. She just remained silent and stopped resisting, hoping that maybe it would satify the slug.
Knowing he had Leia's interest, Jabba patted the side of her face in an affectionate way. "Maybe, Princess. Maybe." As his palm touched her left cheek, Leia furrowed her brow, hating every moment of this. Jabba noticed the way Leia's face scrunched up and thought it would be amusing to continue patting her cheek to great excess.
The gesture wasn't the least bit hurtful, but it drove Leia to the most extreme levels of annoyance as he did it to great excess. Moments of enduring the Hutt's palm against her cheek, Leia's face began turning red, and Jabba chuckled from the amusement. Leia was just about ready to shriek when something else drew the Hutt's attention away.