The next morning...

Mighty Jabba slept in the dim confines of his throne room, his wheezing, slimy snores filling the chamber. Snot and ooze dribbled down from his pig-like nostrils across his myriad of chins and flabby stomach, his bloated gut rising and falling with each raspy snore. His defilement of Diana had exhausted him after a long session of taking out his pent up lust on his personal sex pet and the party had broke up once Jabba had fallen into a slumber. Diana's dance had been the highlight of the evening, however, and many of Jabba's thugs passed out with visions of the former superhero fucking her Hutt master, the sounds of her screams lulling them to their rest.

Only two beings were awake at this early hour. Salacious Crumb, who was sitting amongst his nest of pillows in the confines of Jabba's slimy, wriggling tail. His eyes were staring with lustful intent at Diana's juicy legs, the supple legs of the Amazonian woman splayed out proactively across the throne. Jabba's tail wriggled dangerous near Diana's hips and ass, Diana shifting about constantly to avoid being touched by the vile appendage.

The other being was of course Diana herself. Diana lay before her master, stained with dried slime and other vile juices of the Hutt. He had ravaged her without mercy. Diana was used to be an object of men's attentions but she had easily dismissed them before, no man able to overpower her in the past. From Lex Luthor to Mongul to Darkseid to Brainiac to Toyman to Dr. Psycho to Gorilla Grodd, all had been beaten by her time and time again. But now, she was being dominated by a being who by every right she could have crushed under her heel with ease. If not for them taking advantage of her weakness...she would had ripped this palace down to its very bones! Diana indulged in a fantasy of ripping free of her bondage and laying waste to Jabba and his crew of cutthroats, a faint smile playing upon her lips. It helped distract her from both the Hutt's tail slithering around far too close for comfort and the perverted monkey lizard ogling her legs.

Diana lay there for sometime, before she heard a rustle of footsteps at the far end of the chamber. She raised her lovely head, pulled from her fantasies of escape, her face framed by her long dark hair. She blinked as she saw Bib Fortuna moving across the courtroom, heading for the stairs that led to the upper levels of the palace. Bib Fortuna moved with haste and Diana sat up straight, narrowing her eyes, her leash rustling behind her. Salacious Crumb gave a curious screech and looked to where Diana was looking, clicking his beak.

Bib Fortuna moved up the stairs and Diana heard him speak. His voice was a harsh whisper, clearly trying to be quiet so as not to disturb his master's rest.

"You must leave! I don't know how you got in here but this is your only warning! If you do not, I'll call the guards and have you-"

"The guards have been dealt with," A baritone, threatening voice snarled from the shadows. Diana's eyes widened and she stifled a little gasp. She'd know that voice anywhere: Bruce! Better known as Batman. "Step aside and we'll speak to your master personally."

"Trust me..." A more cheery, sunny voice spoke, joining Bruce's own. Diana's smile widened deeper, feeling her heart jitter. Clark! Superman! They were both here! "You don't want to get on my friend's bad side. Nor mine."

Bib Fortuna seemed undeterred, the fool. He tried to speak again, hissing out: "Jabba would make mincemeat out of your costumed clowns! Now leave before I-"

There was the sound of a wet crunch and Bib went tumbling down the stairs, hitting the floor with a thump. He moaned, pathetically, and curled into a fetal position, clutching his chest. Moments later, two figures stepped down the stairs after the wailing Majordomo and Diana's spirits truly rose then.

Batman was a shadowy figure as usual, his long black cape draped across his body, his face hidden by a cowl with long pointed bat ears, only his mouth visible. He stepped over Bib gingerly, not sparing the Twi'Lek a second glance. Superman followed after him, his red cape flowing behind his blue and red spandex clad body, the 'S' on his chest plate seeming to positively glow with radiant light. He did spare Bib a glance and said to Bruce,

"Was that REALLY necessary?"

"He talked too much." Batman replied with his usual dry wit. The two moved across Jabba's court, the groans and grunts of thugs echoing around them. Drunken men began to rouse themselves from their stupors, awakened by Bruce and Clark's banter.

"Where's Diana?" Clark said. Diana raised a hand and waved at the two men, unable to contain her joy.

"Right here..." She said, her cheeks immediately flashing as Bruce and Clark looked at her and saw her state of...undress.

Batman's stoic features betrayed no emotion but he looked away, whether out of embarrassment or a subtle acknowledgment of her situation. Clark's eyes went wide and a noticeable blush formed over his features first before being replaced a determined one of pure anger.

"Wonder Woman..." Superman snarled, his hands clenching themselves into fists. "What have they done to you?!"

Diana tried to answer but all this noise had disturbed the greatest monster in the chamber. Jabba the Hutt. Her slimy master groaned as he was aroused from his slumber, his tail slapping against Diana's thigh. Jabba reflexively yanked Diana's leash and Diana's words were cut off as the collar snapped against her throat, Diana letting out a choked gasp as she was yanked backward. She barely managed to stop herself from falling against her master's belly, grabbing the edge of the throne with one hand while the other went to her collar to try and stop its assault on her neck.

Jabba's reptilian eyes blinked as he emerged from his rest, smacking his slimy lips together, splattering Diana's naked backside and long dark hair with his dribble. His eyes focused on two unfamiliar strangers before him and Jabba gave an angry growl, instantly awake as he realized his sanctum had been invaded.

"Who are you?!" Jabba boomed, his foul voice echoing through the room. He pulled harshly at Diana's leash, Diana letting out squeals as she kept fighting her master's angry tugs. His tail gave her a slap on the thigh, Jabba take out his aggression on his favorite pet. "Who dares to enter the palace of mighty Jabba?!"

Clark stepped forward first, Bruce silent. Clark looked furious and Diana managed to force a grin despite being throttled. Jabba didn't know who he was dealing with now...

"I am Superman," Clark said, standing in a heroic pose before Jabba's dais, doing his best to stare at Jabba and not the scantily clad super heroine writhing before his belly. "Stop hurting my friend, first of all. Second, release her. Now." His voice had all the command of a hurricane, full of destructive force and energy. The cowardly minions of Jabba slunk back, practically feeling Clark's power even through simple words.

Jabba fumed, taking a wheezing intake of breath. He released his choking assault on Diana. Diana gasped, wrenching herself forward, her breasts bouncing inside her skimpy top. Any attempt to distance herself from Jabba was stopped however, Jabba keeping a controlling and firm grip on her leash, especially when he heard these two men were her so called friends.

"I sent bounty hunters after you two!" Jabba snarled, his eyes searching about for Bib, needing more fools to punish for this invasion of his lair. "How-"

Clark smiled. "Those men? Let's just say they didn't know who they were dealing with. And once Batman got his hands on one, they pointed us right to your palace. You might want to hire actual loyal men, Jabba, not just hired guns only in it for money. Or whatever currency you use in this system."

"Criminals are all the same, no matter the planet," Batman growled behind Clark. "A superstitious and cowardly lot. Do as my companion says, Jabba. We won't ask again."

Jabba was enraged, practically blubbering with fury at being talked to this way by two strangers. His pudgy fingers curled tighter around Diana's leash and he PULLED harder than ever. Diana yelped in surprise as his raw strength was more than she could resist and she fell back into Jabba's gut with a slimy pop. Her half naked body sank into his rolls of fat, Diana giving a hiss of disgust. Her cheeks burned as Jabba humiliated her in front of her teammates...her friends...and she tried to push herself free. But all she accomplished was pressing her hands into slimy rolls of blubber and getting even more on her scantily clad body, Jabba pulling harshly to keep her on him.

Clark took a threatening step forward, having had enough of this. Jabba chuckled at the man, his tongue emerging from his lips and licking his warty frog-like mouth. One fat hand hovered over the triggering mechanism for the trapdoor, which Clark had just stepped onto.

"I think not," Jabba said, sneering at Clark and Bruce. "I've come to enjoy the pleasures your friend has given me. And I intend to enjoy them for a long, long time."

Diana's eyes widened as she saw what Jabba was about to do. She tried to speak but all that came out was a raspy gasp as the collar bit into her throat without mercy. Clark pressed his feet onto the floor, about to leap and-

And Jabba slammed his fist on the trapdoor.

Clark gave a yell of surprise as the trapdoor opened and he fell out of sight, caught off guard from being distracted by Jabba's abused of Diana. The trapdoor hissed closed, Diana screaming as she thrashed and kicked on Jabba's belly, to no avail. Salacious Crumb burst out laughing, mocking both her and her would be rescuers in his own tongue.

Batman sprung to life, unfurling his cape and revealing his utility belt. He draw a batarang, intending to hurl it and slice Diana's leash. But Jabba bellowed, waving a hand as he ordered his men to deal with the second superhero. Batman was forced to spin around as a drunken thug swung a chair at him, barely dodging the wild swing.

Jabba leaned back on his throne, chuckling at the entertainment. He thrusted one hand under Diana's top and grabbed aggressively at her left breast, squeezing her large tit in his vile hand hard. Diana tried to slap him away but it was no use and she snarled in rage as her perverted master molested herself, trying to squirm free so she could focus on her allies.

Alien monsters of all kinds arose before Batman, drawing whatever weapons they had on them. Knives, broken bottles, chairs, blasters, and some even brandished their bare fists. Batman calmly looked over them, assessing strengths and weaknesses, tucking into a combat pose with one hand gripping his batarang.

Down in the pit, Superman tumbled to the bottom in a spray of dust, coughing as he pulled himself up. He looked upwards, using his X-ray vision to scan the top. Seeing the situation above, with Bruce facing the entire court and Diana strangling herself to try and get free of her master's touch, he prepared to fly upward to join his friend-

But then, a gate opened across the pit with a metal creak. Clark halted and swung his head around, cape swishing. His eyes widened as an enormous monster stomped out of the shadows, shaking the entire pit as it was unleashed to devour its latest meal.

The Rancor roared at Clark before flexing its giant claws and beginning to stomp its way toward the man. Clark took a deep breath and clenched his fists, calling above,

"I'll be up in a minute!"

"KILL THEM!" Jabba roared, his tail slapping against Diana's side as he choked and groped her, before both the thugs surged at Batman and his Rancor lunged for Superman.