"Dance?!"
Diana snarled in rage, her glossy red lips curling in anger at the mere suggestion. Certainly, she could dance. But she was not going to debase herself by performing an erotic display like some common tavern wench for this slug and his court of perverts. She stood up, trying to make herself as tall as possible but even at her full weight Jabba easily dwarfed her muscled, lithe body. Nevertheless, the superhero turned slavegirl jabbed a finger at her new master and growled,
"I would sooner die and fight my way through the Pits of Tartarus for an eternity rather than dance for you, you slimy blob of filth!"
Jabba roared with laughter, Diana's cheeks burning as again her threats were met with mocking laughter. Salacious Crumb screeched in her nest of pillows in the curl of Jabba's tail, the court taking up the laughter as well. Diana looked over her shoulder and glared at the assortment of monsters mocking her, absolutely furious with her treatment at their hands. How could such a den of monsters who took such sadistic pleasure in the suffering of others exist?! Even Ares and Hades had more morals than this court of scum!
Jabba yanked her rope-leash, forcing Diana to look at him, a choked gasp escaping her lovely lips. She grabbed at the collar, trying her damndest to pull it off but again, she was just too weak and the effort left her gasping for even more air before she gave up. Jabba's tail gave her a hearty smack on her scantily clad ass, the Hutt rumbling with lust and amusement as he spoke:
"Ho ho ho! I like my girls fiesty, yes. But you will dance. Or..."
Jabba's eyes wandered to the audience and settled on a young Twi'Lek serving girl passing out drinks. He gave a nod and a pair of Gamorrean guards blocked the girl's path. The terrified girl gave a scream as the guards grabbed her by the lekku, yanking on it hard and forcing her to her knees. One guard drew a vibro axe, jeers and whoops echoing from the court as their lust turned to a desire to see bloodshed and violence. Diana's eyes widened as she saw what was happening.
"Stop!" Diana cried, trying to leap off the dais and to the girl's rescue but Jabba hauled back on her leash and kept her where she was. She gritted her teeth and looked back at the fat Hutt. "Leave her alone, you monster!"
"Defending a girl who you don't even know? How noble indeed..." Jabba sneered, raining spittle onto Diana, his tail throbbing from the power he was exerting over this beautiful woman. "I will let her live. But YOU must dance for us, my sweet pet."
Diana's hands clenched into fists. She fumed in rage as she stared at the Hutt, the urge to snap his head from his shoulders terribly strong. But she looked back over to the poor girl, about to be executed for her defiance and Diana's compassion overwhelmed her hatred of this. She fumed before she answered the Hutt with a single, silent gesture: she stepped off the dais and onto the dance floor.
Jabba chuckled deeply, one pudgy fist keeping a firm grip on her rope-leash, as Diana slowly stepped away from the dais, the leash growing taunt as it flowed between her and her Hutt Master. Jabba waved his free hand and the lights dimmed, spotlights flickering onto Diana's scantily clad form as she slowly made her way to the center of the room. The Max Rebo band began to conjure up a smutty tune, Diana's lovely feet stepping onto the Rancor's trapdoor.
Diana breathed out, trying to steady herself, her long silky black hair cascading over her bare backside, her breasts wobbling about inside her skimpy top. The collar around her neck bit into her creamy skin, her lithe legs fully on display and court members whistling at the view her scantily clad butt provided as she moved. She shot another glare at the court members and prayed for Hera to give her strength before the Max Rebo band began to play in earnest. And Diana, with no choice, began her dance.
Diana began slowly, clasping her hands over her head, golden bracelets clinking together. She began to swing her hips around, first in slow circles then more erotic thrusts, her belly and crotch wiggling about most enticingly. Whistles and cat calls at the display echoed in her ears but Diana tried to tune them out, trying to center herself in what she was doing. She began skirting around the room, adding a bit of saunter to her movements, her hips swaying back and forth like a pendulum. Her arms, meanwhile, began twisting around like a pair of intertwined serpents, their movements highly suggestive.
Diana's dance prompted Max Rebo to change tunes, going for a more traditional Tatooine number that he had often played in the desert sands. It reminded Diana slightly of Egyptian style music or at least, the stereotypical depiction of such. Diana's hip thrusts, shimmying, and wiggling grew faster in time with the movements, Diana moving around the edges of the dance floor, the spotlight following her and making her skimpy outfit glitter under its light.
Jabba watched with deep interest, his corpulent form twisting and shimmy in a grotesque parody of a dance, his movements occasionally flicking the leash that led to his pet. Salacious Crumb also watched from his nest of pillows, chittering with lust as he watched Diana's hips sway back and forth and her large breasts bouncing around.
The band's music grew more wild then and Diana took that as a cue. Steeling herself, she began to spin around, swinging up one leg and providing a wonderful view of her cameltoe. Diana then gripped onto her leash for support and bent over, closing her eyes as she shook her rump at the audience. Her large ass, so large from years of exercise and training, bounced proactively and providing a lovely view for the aliens of Jabba's court. They whistle and whooped, some dropping their pants and beginning to jerk to Diana's jiggling ass as it bounced up and down.
Jabba roared with lust, his tongue emerging and licking his bumpy, slimy lips. Diana fumed angrily as she finished twerking before she spun and began to dance more erotically. She pulled at her own leash, Jabba grinning as he hauled back on it, enjoying the feel of her pulling against him. But Diana wasn't trying to escape and merely yanked a handful of her own leash in between her tits. She crushed her tits together, rubbing them together against the links of the rope. The court went wild at that, desperately jerking off as they imagined their own cocks sliding up and down between Diana's huge tits.
Jabba groaned deeply and despite the dance not being over, he couldn't resist her anymore. He yanked, hard, on Diana's leash and Diana yelped, a choked gasp escaping her lips. She was pulled across the room, almost tripping as she was hauled forward like an animal, half-strangled from Jabba's violent yank. She staggered forward and managed to leap onto Jabba's dais before colliding with it, her movements carrying her right into Jabba's body with a loud splat.
Diana groaned as her body fell against Jabba's own, her huge breasts squishing against Jabba's slimy hide, swelling in her top. She braced herself against Jabba's hide for balance, her soft hands sinking into layers of fat and getting her hands even further enveloped with slime. Diana hissed as she tried to push herself free of Jabba's clutches but Bib Fortuna appeared behind her and pressed a clawed hand between her shoulder blades, keeping her where she was straddling her master's fat form. Jabba groaned deeply, enjoying the feeling of Diana's soft body rubbing and squirming against him, Bib Fortuna taking the opportunity to admire how her lovely black hair dance across her muscled, naked backside and especially the way her perky butt stuck out at him.
Filled with lust, Jabba's tail crawled forward from its place among the pillows, slithering up Diana's leg. Diana yelped in fear and disgust, slapping at the thing but it just coiled around her bare thigh, dangerously close to her womanhood and squeezed hard. Diana looked back at Jabba and hissed, "Was my dance enough?! Or must you rape me as well?"
Jabba laughed, spittle spraying onto Diana's face. He leaned forward, Diana's hands bracing themselves against her, grabbing onto chunky rolls of fat for balance. Thrusting his horrible face right up to her own, Jabba whispered,
"I can do whatever I want with YOU, my sweet. Because you belong to me. But you dance was very enticing. The girl will live."
Diana barely had time to breathe out a sigh of relief before Jabba's vile tongue shot out again and forced itself between her heaving tits. Diana squealed in surprise and twisted her face away, writhing upon Jabba. Jabba grinned as he began to lap at her breasts, tail giving her thigh another squeeze, Bib Fortuna groping her lovely backside.
"And now, let me give you my reward..."
The court laughed and watched carefully as Jabba began to take his lust out on his slave, Diana's screams filling the darkened court room.
