Just as Jabba's hand made contact with Leia's heaving upper chest, Bib Fortuna came up to the dais, anxious to confirm preparations for the barge execution. Jabba withdrew his hand, although somewhat reluctantly and turned to give instructions to he majordomo. Leia, much relieved at not being subjected to more of Jabba's groping, started to sit up, but the sight of Jabba's pet sitting just to the other side of the Hutt's tail made her reconsider and lay back down against Jabba's belly, giving the loathsome lizard monkey the irrated glare she usually reserved for Han, whom she desperately wished to be standing next to her rather than chained to the throne of this gluttonous blob. Han looked all right while the death sentence passed, but it was obvious he had not regained his sight, which for a moment was glad of in light of her current state, which was not one she would want to be of the last man she loved would ever see. She turned her head to look up at Threepio, who was now addressing the audience in the throne room.

"Oh, ah, His Excellency The Great Jabba the Hutt invited all you to join him on his Sail Barge to witness the carrying out of the sentenced passed on the prisoners.

Leia looked up at Threepio with a profound feeling of pity, despite his programming to obey each and every command, it could not have been for Threepio to translate such a message regarding people he had recently served so loyally over the past three years. She hoped that he and Artoo, wherever he was, would not be forgotten during the rescue. If there was a rescue. If there was a rescue, she thought, rather apprehensively. Jabba looked to be committing more than half the guards in the palace to his gruesome event, or at least that's how it looked from how many surrounding Luke, Han, and Chewie. Luke's plan had almost certainly failed, yet she noticed that he was smiling as he said those last words to Jabba before being taking out. Had he gone completely mad, facing Jabba down like that? What could he possibly have hoped to accomplish? The courtiers spilled out of the throne room in an orderly fashion, although somewhat hurried, as the best spots on the barge to watch the execution would surely be snapped up quickly. Before she realized it, she and Jabba were alone.

An icy shiver of fear crept up her spine as she felt a sharp tug on her chain, her signal to rise. as she had become accustomed to obey over the past month in captivity, and she did so now and turned to face the Hutt, standing on the edge of the dais. Jabba looked her up and down, narrowing his eyes and grinning widely, giving Leia a view of his sickly green gums behind those ugly thin lips. She turned her head away, as she had not yet gotten used to this sight and did not believe she ever would if she were to remain his slave, which now seemed like very real possibility to her. Jabba pulled the chain taut, causing her body to lurch forward and press against his, and then wrapped his free arm around her waist, hugging her belly, hips, and legs against his massive sluggish hide, As if out of sheer protective instance, her back arched as she glared at him in a staunch defiance. He seemed to like this demeanor on her, and all he could do then was chuckle, shaking her body to its core with laughter.

Maybe he's just tired from the party last night, she thought hopefully. Or maybe he's just saving the worst for later.

"Master Jabba!" cam a voice, and Leia turned.

It was the redheaded dancer

What did she want?

As if reading Leia's mind, the blue clad woman said, " I wish to come with you on the Sail Barge." She walked up to the throne gazing up at Jabba with a weird twinkle in her eyes. If Leia didn't know any better, she'd think the dancer was insisting she come. To Jabba, though? Hardly likely.

Jabba said nothing, and Leia turned back to him. His eyes had narrowed, his huge nostrils flared, but he remained silent, still clutching Leia to himself.

" I would make great company, "the woman added.

Jabba was nonplussed. After a moment, he spoke. "I already have this slave." Leia bristled at this, and for a moment almost wished Jabba would leave her behind in favor of the strangely enthusiastic woman. But no, that would do no good, if Luke somehow escaped with the others, they'd have to first come back go the palace and pick her up; no, she had to keep close to her friends as possible. Jabba squeezed her lower waist, pressing her pelvis closer to his belly. I'd rather not keep this enemy closer, Leia thought, though she knew she had no choice in the case.

"But Jabba, " the woman said, and suddenly climbed atop the throne with such grace it was almost like she floated. She rose and stepped right beside Leia, all but touching the Hutt. " You know I can, ah..." her eyes twinkled as she smiled, making Leia suppress a flinch, "...give you a good time." She glanced briefly at Leia. "Where as you're still working on this one." Leia wasn't sure what to make of this.

"You can come, but this one is my slave and my princess." Jabba followed by some kind of proposition, but Leia couldn't place the words.

"But she knows her friends are dying," the woman said. "She doesn't have to actually watch."

"Bah!" Jabba barked and licked his lips (a droplet or two pelting Leia's neck). That seemed to silence the dancer, and he said nothing else for a moment.

Leia wasn't sure what was more frightening: all this talk of her friends getting killed...or his dancers macho attitude towards her Master. Her Master, Leia thought.

"You know," the woman said, in a voice that dripped calm, cool suggestion like honey, as she moved closer, her robe brushing Leia's flesh as she pressed her own lower abdomen against Jabba's belly, "I can be very cooperative..."

Leia frowned, what the hell was she talking about?

Suddenly, the woman leaned into Leia and slipped an arm around her waist, just above Jabba's. Leia had no time to react; the woman leaned in and kissed her, fully on the lips. Leia blurted and snatched her head back, there lips separating with a soft wet sound. The woman chuckled faintly, eying Leia, and glanced at Jabba. He licked his lips again.

The Hutt spoke commandingly, and the woman slowly pulled away, frowning. Jabba continued, ending with a slow soft purr, his eyes narrow. Leia felt his arm tighten around her wait for a moment, and Leia felt his tail brush her ankle just as the woman's hand slid up and down her bare lower back. Leia shuddered, quivering in his flabby folds, as he suddenly realized the proposition and agreement.

It was then that Leia caught just a quick glimpse of the woman's face. Some kind resentment, for Jabba, for her, for everything. it seemed, but then it passed and she laughed. "Sure thing, she said. She jumped off the throne, stepped away, and turned to Leia. " I will be on the sail barge making sure your friends don't do anything."

She watched the woman fearfully as she strutted in with the rest of the crowd. Leia's mind raced. If Luke Fails, she thought, he, Han, Chewie and who knows who else will be dead. And I'll be stuck here.

There was a shudder as the throne's repulorlift coils reactived, and the room seemed to move around the. Disorienting Leia for a moment. As Jabba drove the throne out of the room, he began to grope her body. Leia turned her head away and closed her eyes, as her bikini was discarded and air and the slime met flesh in lecherous reunion as the Hutt took her. She could only pray that the table could still yet be turned.

As if she had not been molested and humiliated enough, Jabba continued to grope Leia. She squeezed her eyes shut against the scene. Jabba had no idea how much this angered her, especially considering that he did so openly in front of his couriers, who laughed, cheered and jeered at them as they boarded the Sail Barge. After he was done, the throne was rolled into position on the lower deck, he let her dress and sit on the base of his tail. The barge lifted off the ground and turned out from the hangars, into the dunes.