"2,000. Dead. Alive, for Jabba may make an example of him, 5,000. Jabba wishes to know if you agree."

Jabba's protocol droid translated to Bossk, the reptilian bounty hunter currently standing before Jabba's throne. It was early in the morning and Jabba was conducting his usual array of dealings and business transactions. Intelligence had confirmed a smuggler had betrayed him by selling Jabba's prized spice to a rival Hutt and Jabba had put out a hit on the poor fool. Bossk had been the first of Jabba's trusted bounty hunters to arrive and so, he had been the one to claim it. The stink of spice and ale from last night's celebrations hung over the throne room, Jabba's usual array of guests and minions watching the scene from their places throughout the chamber.

Bossk gave a guttural confirmation and bowed to Jabba, clenching one clawed hand to show his agreement to the terms. Jabba grunted in pleasure and waved one hand to dispatch Bossk for his mission. Bossk stood up and nodded, turning to leave but not before his eyes wandered over to the beautiful new slavegirl lying before Jabba, treating his eyes to lovely thing that now took up a small amount of space before the slimy Hutt.

Diana's cheeks burned as she felt Bossk's eyes openly oogling her. In the past twenty four hours, she had felt so many perverted stares upon her from Jabba's court of criminals but each one never ceased to be humiliating. She glared back at Bossk, imaging cracking him across the room with a single punch if she still had strength. Bossk seemed to find her glare amusing and flicked his forked tongue at her, his equivalent of blowing the new slave a kiss, before he turned and left.

Dian was now clad in the skimpiest outfit she had ever worn. The outfit of a slavegirl. A metallic bra, designed mockingly after her armor, barely covered her large breasts, each movement jostling her buxom boobs and threatening to make them pop out. Golden, barely there strings kept the bra ever so slightly in place, but were easily removed if Jabba wished access to her tits. Her raven black hair had been left free, cascading down her now bare shoulders most pleasingly. A golden thong covered her crotch and rode up between her ass cheeks. A pair of golden bracelets were clipped around her arms, designed after serpents that looked like they were coiling around her creamy, perfect skin. Besides that, the rest of her body was naked, showing off her lithe, muscled form for Jabba's crew of perverts and mercenary scum. Her arms were stiff next to her, propping her in a seated position before Jabba's heaving belly, her legs off to the side in a provocative pose of submission that also showed them off. Her feet were pair, both finger and toe nails painted a rich shade of red. To complete the 'outfit', her tiara had been left on her head, almost in a mocking note of who she used to be. And finally, a golden collar was strapped around her luscious neck. Her lasso of truth had been attached to the back of the collar like a leash, the golden rope trailing across the throne, up Jabba's grotesque fat stomach before its end stopped in Jabba's fist, Diana now permanently bound to her new master.

Jabba's tail wriggled and flopped about next to Diana's thigh like a serpent. Diana grimaced as she felt the slimy appendage tickling her bare flesh. She shot a look up at Jabba and hissed, "Had I the strength, I would rip off that filthy appendage."

Jabba boomed with laughter, Diana's constant barrage of threats and insults amusing him to no end. Diana's hands curled into fists, as Jabba's tail gave her a mocking slap on her thigh. He then gave her leash a hard yank and Diana cried out as the collar dug painfully into her neck. She tried to resist, but couldn't hold out against the biting strain at her neck and allowed herself to be pulled backward. Her naked backside crashed into Jabba's rolls of oozing fat, slime splattering down her backside and into her heaving cleavage. Jabba kept the leash short, keeping Diana's lovely form against his own, his tail throbbing with pleasure as her soft body made contact with his filthy, bumpy flesh. His free hand reached down and stroked Diana's shoulder, petting her like a cat. Diana flinched at his touch and tried to push his hand aside. Jabba chuckled and pulled the leash hard, Diana giving a strangled cry as he began to choke her. Her naked legs began flailing about, trying to find purchase on the throne, bare feet kicking uselessly at the air. Diana's hand went to the collar, pulling at it fruitlessly to relieve the pressure on her tender neck. Her face contorted in a most pleasurable fashion as the former superhero was violently strangled. Unable to slap his hand away now, Diana was helpless as Jabba's hand made its way down her bare shoulder, then her arm, before finally finding her left breast and grabbing onto it. Diana groaned as she gasped for air, the disgusting Hutt's greasy paw squeezing her supple mound hard. Jabba's tail throbbed in pleasure, wriggling about next to Diana's thrashing legs.

"Your insults are amusing, slave," Jabba said as he continued to choke and squeeze the squirming Amazonian. "But you forget your place. You are NOT who you once were, ho ho ho! All that matters now is giving pleasure to ME. Your lovely body exists entirely for my own desires now. You belong to ME and I am your master."

"I...have...no...master!" Diana hissed through clenched teeth as she fought for air. Slime continued to trickle down her body, her clench ass cheeks wriggling against Jabba, her long black hair splayed upon Jabba's belly. "...I...will...never...submit...to anyone! Least...of all...you!"

Jabba laughed again and released her breast, the buxom boob bouncing around in Diana's bra as he released it and letting it smack against the other, creating a satisfying wet clap. "Perhaps!" Jabba say, aroused, his tongue emerging to lick his lips lustfully as he gazed down at the beautiful woman wriggling around on his stomach. "But I have heard that many times. All women who become my pets say much the same until they break. You will also break, my lovely pet. And when that happens, I shall take you. Ho ho ho!"

Jabba finally released her leash and Diana gasped, filling her lunges with much needed air. Breasts having, she slowly sat up, grimacing as she peeled herself off Jabba's belly, slimy strings still connecting her naked backside to his grotesque gut. She glared at Jabba, adjusting her skirts but forced herself not to snap at him again, not wanting to be choked out. So she returned to her previous position, fixing her eyes on the daily happenings of the court room and trying to ignore Jabba's slithering, phallic tail as it continued to twitch about next to her thick thigh.


The day crawled on, Diana having little to do other than lounge about before her new master, trying to ignore his constant groping and teasing her. At some point, his ugly little goblin jester, Salacious Crumb returned to the throne after some morning mischief in the palace. The little jester jumped into his nest of pillows inside the curl of Jabba's enormous tail, his creepy little eyes staring at Diana's soft cleavage. He made a chittering remark that amused Jabba and the Hutt laughed, his tail teasing Diana's ass. Diana grimaced, shifting herself subtly forward to put some distance between her and that slithering appendage. The tail seemed to have a mind of its own and crawled over Diana's body every chance it got. Diana suspected the thing doubled as the Hutt's sex organ, explaining why it swelled every time it made contact with her bare skin.
Diana gave Salacious a warning look. She didn't want that freaky goblin near her, she'd fought denizens of the Underworld prettier than him. Salacious just licked his lips, appearing to be mimicking Jabba's lustful intent to her. Diana groaned and looked away, her rope-leash swinging behind her and tickling her bare back. She refocused her attention on the throne room, trying to keep her wits about her. But it was getting harder to think, with the constant tail tickling, the stink of ale and spice in the air, and the noises made by the grotesque slug that loomed over her at the leash's other end.

Bib Fortuna suddenly appeared, as if by magic, at Jabba's side. He stepped up to his master's ear and whispered something to Jabba. Jabba blubbered and grunt, his mass shifting as he turned his attention to his right hand man. His movements tugged at Diana's leash slightly, Diana cringing and biting her lip in annoyance. Pretending to stare ahead at nothing, the former superhero nonetheless listened intently to what the two were talking about.

"Master," Bib whispered. "We have a problem."

"I don't like problems, Fortuna," Jabba said with an angry snort. Spittle rained down from his lips, Diana squeezing her eyes shut as she felt it splatter down onto her. Gross, how much slime did this creep have anyway? Seemed an endless supply. "But fine, what is it?"

"Rumors from the villages, my lord," Bib whispered, tapping his manicured nails together. "Two men have been spotted. Strangers to these parts. Apparently they're looking for you, my lord."

Jabba laughed, his enormous belly quaking and jiggling above Diana's form. Diana narrowed her eyes. Two men? Could it be-?

"Someone is always asking for me," Jabba said with a sneer. "What does this particular incident possess a problem, hmm? I've been followed by assassins my entire life, ever since I was but a Huttlet!"

"Yes my lord but..." Bib's eyes went to Diana then. "They were garbed in strange clothes. Much like this one. They could be after her. Strangers to the Outer Rim..."

Jabba made a dismissive snort. "After my new pet? Ha! They'll be lucky if they survive this planet's dangers then. Nonetheless, put the guards on alert. Any newcomers approaching my palace fitting those men's descriptions are to be shot on sight. I care not who they are but if they think they can take what I have rightfully enslaved, then they are truly fools."

"Very good, my lord," Bib hissed as he bowed next to Jabba before taking his leave. Diana watched him go, her heart racing. Clark and Bruce...it had to be them! They were alive then, not that she had doubted that. If they were trying to find Jabba, they were trying to find her. She allowed herself the briefest of smiles. Jabba was the real fool then. To oppose Superman and Batman was to court Hades's cold embrace.

All she had to do now was endure the Hutt's slimy advances until her friends arrived...

Jabba yanked then on her leash. Diana gave a surprised yelp as she was pulled to her feet. Jabba spun her around, her bracelets clinking, before pulling her against himself. Diana grimaced as her large breasts squashed against Jabba's warty hide, showering her with a fresh layer of slime and other foul substances. Her lower body was forced against Jabba's hide, in a very suggestive fashion. Diana, her face mere inches from Jabba's blob-like head, cringed as she braced herself on either side of his rotund form. Jabba grinned at her, Diana coughing as she smelled his repulsive breath.

"Seems someone is trying to rescue you," Jabba purred at his pet, belly jiggling against her smaller form. "But no one steals from Jabba, aha aha aha! They won't get in here, I'll see to that."

"My friends are stronger than you could ever know," Diana snapped back, unable to resist the Hutt's arrogant taunting. "Togethers we have triumphed over horrors that would step on you like a cockroach."

Jabba sneered. He clapped a hand on Diana's large buttocks, Diana giving another surprised yell as Jabba gave her ass a slap. Her butt jiggled, Jabba's hand leaving a red mark on her bare cheeks. "I very much doubt that," Jabba replied, Diana grimaced and trying to pull away from him but Jabba's controlling grip on her leash kept her against him, to her chagrin and disgust. "Now then. Onto more important matters."

Jabba's tongue emerged and Diana groaned, looking away, anticipating another kiss. But Jabba seemed content to just disgust her this time and the tongue retracted, before he said tauntingly:

"Can you dance, my sweet?"