Afermath

Jabba jerks on Leia's chain. Leia looks back at Jabba in complete shock and despair as he jerks on it once more, licks his lips, as he gropes her buttocks. Leia feels numb of what just happened.

An hour later…

Leia's lay quietly on Jabba's slimy yet soft belly her front skirt fell off to one side, exposing her bare vulva to the crowd. Jabba's hand on her shoulder mockingly comforting her. Leia sat there too shocked to resist Jabba. Salacious staring at Leia exposed vulva with lust, as she just lays there silent, shocked and not paying attention. Leia still couldn't fathom what occurred earlier. Now having to live her life as Jabba's slave. Jabba's tail underneath her rear skirt caressing her buttocks.

Jabba speaking to his men, as they converse about his victory over Luke, Han, Chewie, and Lando. Jabba plays with her chain, as she feels it move across her bare shoulder, while Jabba says her name and looks down at her, with a smirk.

The party was winding, as the guests retreated to their places in the sail barge and eventually drifted off to sleep. Jabba, loosened her chain, as he stopped groping her shoulder and buttocks. Leia moved a further up to the edge of the large cushion of a throne. Situating herself in a comfortable position. Adjusting her front skirt draping it over her ankle of her Jerba leather boot, as it flowed down the throne. She lay sprawled sensually before his great bloated belly, she slowly fell asleep, as the end of Jabba's tail wriggled against her naked leg. The last thing on her mind was her friends.

Hours later…

Leia woke to the sound of some familiar voices speaking to each other as she lay in her bikini, leaned against her master that she was bound to. She raised her beautiful face towards the source of the voices as her eyes fluttered open, feeling the cold chain against her back that was attached to her gold choker caller.

Leia, listening to their conversation, as they both Bib and another one of Jabba's men pointed at her.

Leia slowly sat up as the vile gangsters and degenerates who inhabited the sail barge slowly woke, gathering around.

Jabba awoke at once with a booming shout and reflexively tightened his grip on Leia's chain. His major-domo came up from behind Jabba and had just interrupted a wonderful dream of debauchery, and he was quite perturbed.

Bib, "Master we are almost to the Palace"

Jabba, shortening the tether on Leia's chain.

Jabba, and Leia along with some guards, walked up to the sail barge deck for some time alone, as Leia and her master find a spot in the front of the barge. Both standing next to each other. The sun begins to slowly starting to set. Keeping her chain on a short tether and taut. Leia with both of her hands at her side, skirts fluttering from the strong breeze to reveal her bare vulva and bare buttocks. Jabba caressing her naked back, as shivers went down her spine, from being cold. Leia glanced over at Jabba as he licked his lips and grinned to her.

Jabba, "I hope you enjoy the sunset my princess, a woman with such beauty deserves to see one." While his hand moves down below the lassha silk to her buttocks, and slowly caresses both cheeks. Han, Luke, Lando, and Chewie racing through her mind, not thinking of Jabba molesting her, while gazing at the sunset. Leia licked her lips looking at the twin suns. Jabba distracted by Leia, not paying attention to the sunset.

The Hutt began to stroke her hair and shoulder to try to console the half-naked princess, as he knew she was in shock over his victory. Leia, glancing over at her master, with a face making a royal statement of annoyance to leave her alone, then back at the sunset.

Leia sees that they were close approaching the palace. The twin suns finally set, now dark outside. Both Leia and Jabba walked back to the observation deck. Both situated on the on the throne. Leia stands in front of her master both next to the windows. Everyone is in full swing. Leia having lost the sense of time since being captured by Jabba.

Leia, glances at all his goons and the degenerates that accompanied Jabba, and all the free men and women roaming about. Now, having to deal with living her life as Jabba's slave. She licked her lips, longing for that freedom she once had, but she slowly had to accept the fact that she was Jabba's. Half-naked, collared, and chained this was the last thing she wanted in her life. She felt Jabba's hand caressing her soft naked back with is finger circling around her birthmark.

Interrupting, Bib, "Master we have arrived, " with a booming shout and reflexively tightened his grip on Leia's chain. Everyone begins to leave the sail barge, as one of the guards opens the hatch from underneath as Leia and Jabba are lowered. Jabba slithers his way onto the stone dais, as Leia follows. Sitting on the base of his mighty tail. Jabba kept Leia on an extremely short tether while talking to the guards in front of him, who gazed at his luscious prize, as some of Jabba's guests followed.

Now all in the throne room. Leia, looks over at Jabba as he laughs speaking to one of his men, as he plays with her chain, as she feels the cold chain dangles across her back. A few dancers and the band get ready to play, Jabba gestured to Leia to sit on the throne in the spot provided for her. Leia, sits regally in her submissive position in front of her master. Jabba keeping his slave girls chain on a short tether, and taut.

With a goblet in his hand, drinking, as everyone watches the show that is occurring. Leia watches the dance. Bib standing next to his master distracted by the half-naked princess in front of him. Gazing at her stretched out right leg, as Jabba's tail wriggles beside it. Gazes at her naked back, slowly working his gaze down her rear plate as her exposed ample butt cheeks.

Jabba yanked roughly on Leia's chain, demonstrating his unquestioned possession of her. Stopping her fall back, she slowly sat upright. Jabba stroked her hair and bare flesh of her back with his hand, stroking her as if she were a pet. Leia adjusted her front silk skirt spreading it over her thigh over her knee of what it could cover, as it draped over the throne. Jabba and Salacious chuckle at the thought of Leia even trying to cover herself. Jabba tugs on Leia's chain a few times as he laughs at Leia for attempting to cover herself.

He yanks on her chain, Leia gags as the collar digs into her throat, causing her to fall back on his belly.

Sometime Later…

The festivities began dying down, his guards, goons, and guests, took their places around the throne room, exhausted and tired, slowly began to fall asleep. Jabba then placed a hand on her shoulder mockingly comforting her. Before Jabba began to fall asleep, he glanced down at his half-naked princess licking his lips stroking her shoulder, as she slowly began to fall asleep. As she lay on top of his belly, Leia slowly went up and down as Jabba breathed in and out. The half-naked princess looked around the retched scum and villainy that she was surrounded by in the throne room. Leia slowly closed her eyes as she fell asleep on her masters' belly.

Three months have passed, Leia was led down several steps toward submission, though she still defied the Hutt in moderations. Though she still showed neither true loyalty nor appreciation, she accepted her new life as a slave girl. However, Jabba was still not satisfied with her. He knew Leia only obeyed him out of fear of punishment or fear for his other captives. He wanted her to obey him out of adoration and awe, yet he knew it would pay off in the end to suffer a little more patience. It would only be a matter of time.

One day, Jabba held a holographic conference with two of his cronies, who were finalizing a drug deal elsewhere on Tatooine. Leia found herself blushing as C3-PO was summoned by his side to interpret, but the droid thankfully didn't comment on her state of undress or captivity. Several times during the conference, Jabba gave brief tugs on the chain, making Leia tense; but fortunately, he seemed too involved in the deal to pay more attention to her.

Another deal occurred later, this time in person. A weapons dealer arriving with a batch of powerful blasters and dizzying prices. The dealer's scarred face frowned more than once as he glanced Leia over, and after the deal was finished, he asked Jabba if she was who he thought he was. "She is indeed," the Hutt proclaimed proudly, and yanked up on the chain, Leia blushed as Jabba showing her off like she was a tamed Nexu. The dealer chuckled heartily as Jabba mocked the "enslaved Princess," and Leia was only too grateful to the dealer when he turned the conversation back to the transaction at hand.

By the end of the night, even Leia knew she had begun to perform the demoralizing position with all the practiced perfection of a proper slave. Jabba yanked Leia back from her sitting position to land upon his big belly. There, she watched as the Audience Chamber slowly emptied out, and soon deep, grumbling snores began to sound from behind her. She yawned, beginning to realize just how tired she really was, and the last thing she knew that evening was the sensation of her suddenly heavy eyelids.

Next Day…

In the dim coolness of the palace's audience chamber, Mighty Jabba slept, dozing peacefully as his enormous hulk rested on the stone expanse of his dais, his head bowed slightly, eyes tightly shut. He breathed in and out through his nostrils, from which mucus slowly dripped, giving his breathing a deep, wheezing, but also quiet, sound.

His courtiers, guards and various other scum and villainy lay here and there thrughout the cavernous room, huddled into corners, snuggling into piles, sprawling here and there on the floor and sleeping sitting up on the steps, all snoring peacefully. Apart from the gentle sounds of their sleeping, softly drowned out by the Hutt's congested snoring, there was no noise in the chamber save for the soft chittering of Salacious Crumb watched Mighty Jabba's thick tail wriggling against the bare thigh of his master's most prized possession.

His Princess. His slave.

Leia Organa. Around her throat was an ornate golden collar. It kept her close to her master at all times, for a chain hung from the front of it, trailing gently down her side and around her back, up into the small, fat, almost childlike hands of Mighty Jabba. Even while he slept, he dared not release the chain that kept his prize bound to him in servitude.

She lay sprawled sensually before his great bloated belly on the dais, unable to sleep, wide awake in the stillness, looking at the floor and ignoring Salacious Crumb. It wasn't that she wasn't comfortable. Jabba's pliant belly felt good uncomfortable against her naked back, and the pillows were of the finest silks and velvets, stained though they were in slime, drool, mucus, and various other unmentionable bodily fluids. She was in the lap of luxury, almost literally, for the very tail that so held Crumb's interest was partially curled around Leia and her nest of pillows, providing a nice, moist hollow for the nearly naked human female to recline in.

No, she couldn't sleep because anger burned inside her. Anger at the fact she'd fallen so far so fast. Once, she'd been a senator for Alderaan and a princess in one of its foremost royal houses, not to mention a highly respected leader of the Rebellion. And now she was a slave and plaything. She'd been robbed of her freedom, stripped of her clothes and then her dignity, and forced to endure the vilest of depravities as Jabba's slave.

Jabba, wakes up sees his half naked princess up. Leia sitting upright regally as Jabba tightens the tether on her chain.

Jabba, "Melina, and Yarna take my princess to change into her new outfit"