The Slave I roared over the endless rolling wasteland of Tatooine, its repulser engines a low droning whine over the sea of sand below. Camps of Sand People looked up at the ship as it whizzed past, raising their sticks and howling impotent threats at the ship. The ship flew on, its pilot caring not what lay below, the infamous vessel becoming a shadow against the setting twin suns as it flew on toward its destination.

Its pilot, Boba Feet, sat at the cockpit, his perpetually masked face hiding what lay beneath. He adjusted the repulser speed ever so slightly with one gloved hand, the light of the ship's various buttons gleaming off his green armor. In the distance, he could see Jabba's Palace looming on the horizon and sent out a frequency code to the castle, giving him clearance to land.

Waiting for the go ahead, Boba Feet heard a rustle behind him and an angry, muffled voice. He swiveled his chair around, beholding the bound beauty that was lying on the floor of the cockpit. Boba Fett's masked features took her in again, the prize he had found completely by accident.

The woman was drop dead attractive. She was very tall, standing at over six feet in height, her lovely features framed by shoulder length raven black hair. Her skin was gorgeously creamy, clearly not harmed by the violent rays of Tatooine's twin suns. She wore a red bodice-style armor, which exposed her muscled arms, her generous backside, her lovely shoulders, and did little to hide her enormous breasts. A golden 'W' symbol was carved across the front of the armor, almost resembling a golden bird in flight. Further down her body, she wore a red, white, and blue leotard that framed her generous ass. It also completely exposing her supple, yet shapely legs, which ended in a pair of golden and red boots. Two golden bracelets and a tiara completely the outfit, on her arms and head respectively. A gag had been stuffed into her mouth, Boba having shut her up to stop her constantly barrage of threats to him.

The woman was currently bound by a long golden lasso, which she had on her when Boba had captured her and proved useful for subduing the currently thrashing beauty. He had found her wandering by herself in the desert outside Mos Espa, her exotic features instantly drawing his eye. Not due to his own tastes, Boba noted she was attractive, naturally, but he was more drawn to her because of his boss's fetish. Jabba the Hutt, Boba Fett's current employer, had an obsession with enslaving humanoid women from all across the galaxy and detaining them to him for his own pleasure. Boba Feet cared little about the Hutt's lust but Jabba paid handsomely for any specimens brought to him and Fett knew this raven haired beauty would fetch a high price indeed.

She seemed lost and confused when he had approached her. Not wasting time and ignoring her questions of where she was, Boba Fett had fired a stun blast at her. But the woman had moved surprisingly fast and to Boba's further surprise, had managed to deflect his shot with her bracelets! Boba had calmly adapted, however, using his jetpack to put distance between the woman and him as she charged him, her speed like a mother nexu. Boba had fired more shots, all of which the woman had deflected, confirming her as a warrior, not just a helpless victim.

All the better for Jabba. He did so love tormenting powerful women.

Continuing to outpace her with his jetpack, Boba had decided to slow her down by firing a whip cord. To his surprise, the woman didn't deflect this shot and the whip cord had wrapped around, tying her arms to her sides. All the fight seemed to go out of her immediately and the woman had fallen to the sands, struggling desperately but unable to break free.

A lucky break that had been. Boba had then taken the length of lasso she had around her waist and tied her up with him. Now, the woman struggling before him was tied up nice and night. Her wrists had been snugly tied together, before the length of rope had been tied around her legs. The woman was visibly struggling to break her bonds and gave a new, desperate effort as she saw Boba watching her. She grunted, a muffled surge of effort going through her, as she PULLED at the lasso's bonds, briefly arching her back and pushing herself up, straining against her own rope. Her muscles tensed, her legs thrashed around, but all the efforts did was making her buxom breasts swell larger inside her bodice. The effort seemed to exhaust her and the woman fall back to the floor, painting for breath inside her gag.

"Stop struggling," Boba said, his electronically modulated voice hissing inside the cockpit. The woman glared at him, narrowing those pretty blue eyes, sweet oozing down her creamy features. "Its clear you can't break those bonds. Wouldn't want you too tired before you meet your new master."

The woman gave a muffled question to that, eyes widening in surprise. Boba left her in suspense and turned away from her, ignoring her muffled shouts and angry thrashing. Seeing the code clearance had been transmitted, Boba leveled Slave I forward and the ship hovered above Jabba's Palace before coming in for a land.


Diana had never been so humiliated in all her life. After the ship had landed inside the structure, the masked creep had dragged her out and gave him to a pair of ugly looking pig-men. They had made squealing noises as Diana was rudely shoved against them, Diana attempting to punch and kick at them but with her limbs bound, her struggles were impotent against her captors. One of the pig-men had thrown her over his shoulder, her lithe legs dangling across his front and providing an all too good excellent view of her large butt. Diana had slammed her fists together against the pig-man's backside but her strength and agility had left her, her weakness kicking in once she was bound. She cursed it, not for the first time, and then gave a muffled yelp through her gag as the pig-man had given her a hard slap on her ass. Diana was enraged, her butt stinging from the blow, kicking and squirming as the pig-man carried her through desolate, dark hallways.

She looked around as she was carried, breathing through her nose. She caught glimpses of cell doors, scurrying vermin, and even what looked like a giant spider-like robot skittering in the shadows. Her heart hammered in her ears as she tried to figure out where she was. This place made even the pits of Hades pale by its wretchedness. She cursed herself inwardly for following after Clark and Bruce when they had chased Brainiac through that portal. Bruce had detected Brainiac had opened a rift in space and time to escape and without time to properly calculate what was happening, he and Superman had pursued the robot. Diana had questioned this wisdom, thinking the others would not be far behind, but she trusted her friends and followed them through the portal. The next thing she knew, she had found herself on this desert world and had been confronted by that masked figure. She hadn't expected him to use that rope device to subdue her and in her confused state, she had been overcome. Now here she was, tied up and being carried around by this perverted pig-man, to who knows where.

At last, the pig-men stepped down a long flight of stairs into what looked like an underground chamber. Diana's nose curled as she sniffed the stench of noxious alcohol and equally vile drugs. She turned around, looking over the pig-man's shoulder and her blue eyes went wide as she beheld a veritable mob scene.

Dozens of alien creatures were packed into this dimly lit chamber, appearing to be enjoying a party of sorts. Tentacle freaks oozed from the shadows, three eyed creeps scurried about, hunched green figures stalked through tables, and more. They were all drinking themselves silly, laughing and gorging themselves on food, sometimes fighting with each other. Diana's eyes wandered the room in shock. Never before had she witnessed such a degenerate hive of scum and villainy.

She began thrashing again and her squirming movements got the attention of aliens around her. Diana's cheeks burned as she felt them...staring at her, their eyes wandering over her curvy body, paying special attention to her well framed ass and long bare legs. Diana flashed them her best glare, but they just laughed and jeered, many of them standing up to get a better look as Diana was carried through the room, the sea of aliens parting to make room for the guards. Diana's breasts heaved as she continued to struggle, just as uselessly as before.

Finally, they reached the center of the room and the guard threw Diana to the floor. She gasped in shock, cursing angrily at such barbaric treatment. She had little time to protest, however, before the guard's meaty fist grabbed her long black hair and pulled hard in the opposite direction. Diana was yanked back to her feet, giving a scream of pain at her hair being so roughly yanked, and her backside was pressed against the pig guard. To her disgust, Diana felt what appeared to be an erection from the monster poking her in the ass and she tried to pull away but the guard's hands tightened on her shoulders and held her tight.

Diana's struggling ceased when a chilling, booming baritone laugh echoed across the chamber. Diana looked forward and all the color left her face, as she beheld the most disgusting creature she had ever seen in her life.

At the back of the room, lying on a stone slab, was a huge slug alien. Its form was gigantic, easily dwarfing Diana despite her above average height. Its corpulent form was grotesque in appearance, a massive, almost phallic tail slithering around in a nest of pillows on one side of the throne, The thing's belly was huge, jiggling as it laughed, a pair of short, pudgy arms with three fingers. Its face resembled that of a frog, with wide bulging eyes and an all too wide mouth. Slime and other substances oozed across its blob-like form and even from here, Diana could smell the thing's rank stench. She was frozen to the spot, the sight utterly freezing her in place momentarily.

The masked figure stepped up next to her and gave a curt nod to the slug thing. Diana's eyes shifted between them as the slug's laughter ceased and the masked man spoke.

"Mighty Jabba," The masked figure said in that creepy voice. He gestured at Diana. "I have brought you a gift. This beauty I found wandering the wastes. I know you have been seeking a new slave, my lord, and I figured this girl would do nicely."

A slave?! Diana was snapped out of her stupor and was utterly enraged by the implication. She was slave to no man, much less a vile pack of perverted aliens! She thrashed and tried to break her bonds with renewed vigor but it was useless. Her squirming seemed to amuse the slug, Jabba the Hutt, as he openly leered at her, his massive eyes tracing over her attractive, curvy body.

"Mmm," Jabba said, a mountain of drool spilling from his features. "Well done, Boba, well done indeed. I'll pay 30,000 credits for this beautiful treasure. Such beauty is a rarity on Tatooine, you know, ho ho ho!"

"Very good, my lord," Boba Fett said with another curt bow before he moved forward and snatched the gag from Diana's lips. "Speak to your new master, slavegirl."

Diana spat in Boba's face, her spittle striking him dead center of his t-shaped visor. "I am no slave!" She barked, before twisting to face Jabba. "I am Diana of Themyscira and I demand you release me immediately! Or I swear to Zeus himself I will tear this entire loathsome castle to pieces and bring this pack of degenerates to heel by the might of Hera!"

Her fiery words only seemed to amuse Jabba further. The Hutt laughed, long and hard, Diana gritting her teeth at being mocked. Jabba's tail twitched, Diana noting it looked more swollen than before, and he then said, "What a fiery beauty! Mmm..."

He waved his arms at himself and then said, "Bring her to ME."

Diana's eyes went wide and she tried to dig in her heels to resist. Normally, no one could move her, not even Superman. But with her weakened body due to her bounds, Diana was rudely shoved forward. She resisted the entire way, which seemed to turn on Jabba even more by the disgusting purrs and grunts she made. Far too soon, Diana reached Jabba's throne and was pushed right against the disgusting gangster.

Diana groaned as her chest was squished against his rolls of fat, her breasts pushing against his warty hide. She thrashed, rubbing her breasts unintentionally all over Jabba's belly, which caused him to openly drool. Diana gasped in disgust as his drool splattered into her heaving cleavage and she snarled in Jabba's face, "Get OFF me, you tub of repulsive filth!"

"That's a new one," Jabba purred, ignoring her threat. The guard kept Diana in place, holding her bound arms behind her back, the length of her lasso glowing against Jabba's slimy form. "Yes, you'll do nicely."

Jabba's mouth opened and Diana gasped in horror, as the Hutt's enormous, slimy tongue emerged. She screamed, losing all composure in the face of such a foul appendage and arced her head away, trying to escape the tongue. But the guard pressed her forward, Diana's lower body sinking into Jabba's grotesque belly, chunks of slime splattering all over her armor. Diana let out another scream as Jabba's tongue slithered across her breasts, splattering her cleavage with more of his filthy slime, before it crawled up her neck and licked her face.

The lick was slow and wretched, Diana having never experienced such disgusting, humiliating treat. She gritted her teeth and eyes closed, trying to endure and be strong. She whispered a prayer in her mind, Hera give me strength!, but her body tremble, bound knees knocking together as the Hutt's sticky tongue lavished her gorgeous features with unwanted attention. Soon, her face was dripping with slime and mucus, Jabba making vile, lustful noises all the while as he molested her. Diana's cheeks burned as she heard mocking laughter and catcalls from the court, the Hutt's vile minions egging their master on.

At last, the tongue bath stopped and Jabba's tongue retreated, slime trails connecting Diana's face to his lips. Diana spat up drool the Hutt had lavished on her and hissed in his face, "I swear to the gods you will pay for this. I will tear you limb from limb, you fetid abomination!"

"Ho ho ho!" Jabba laughed at her, his rank breath washing over her and almost making Diana vomit. "Ah ha ha! I like her more and more!"

His tail wriggled with a brief lustful spasm before Jabba nodded to the guards. They yanked Diana off him, Diana coming loose with a squishy cacophony of gross noises. She again tried to get loose but the burly arms of the guards held her fast, arms seizing her own and keeping her mostly still.

"Take her to the harem," Jabba ordered, his eyes glinting with ill intent. He grinned, more drool oozing down his warty chin. "Have her processed for my pleasure."

"What?!" Diana screamed. She PULLED against the guard all her strength and almost slipped loose, her hair flailing about, her picture a portrait of rage. "I will NEVER serve you that way, you abomination of Hades! You scum of Typhon! No man can EVER have me, least of all a slimy, filthy, bloated-"

Her screams of protest continued, Jabba just laughing before the guard threw her over his shoulder again. Legs kicking wildly, Diana screamed, continuing to spit off threats before she was dragged off into the bowels of the palace, the laughter of the court following her as she disappeared into the darkness.