As the party wound on, Leia noticed Jabba's grip on the chain began to slacken significantly, and at one point she used the opportunity to distance herself from him as far as the chain would allow. She decided to stand up to stretch her legs, which had become slightly cramped from lying so long in the same position.
As it turned out, his timing was perfect, as Leia felt a sharp tug on her throat, and fell backward. The chain noisily tightened as she was almost reeled back. Jabba's voice spoke. Leia got the gist of it.
He wanted her to dance.
The music slowed down to a low, steady rhythmic beat, punctuated by organ. Two of the slave girls led her to the center of the established dance area, and then quickly retreated. This was her debut; Jabba had obviously saved her for last.
She had no time to consider, no time to hesitate. No, now was the time to act - quite literally.
Leia took a deep breath, and balling her fists at her sides, she lowered her head, closed her eyes, listened to the music…and began.
Twisting her body back and forth, she soon made a few slow spins, and a couple of times rocked her pelvis, much to the audience's approval. She paused, trying to remember what the pale Twi'Lek slave had showed her, suddenly realizing she was still hesitating.
Do something!
Barely knowing what she was doing, Leia dropped to a crouch, her skirts fluttering down to the floor between her spread, bare legs, then slowly rose. The audience clearly liked that, as a few voices were raised in loud hoots, and so she twisted and gyrated her body some more.
She blushed as she broke another ungraceful pause by bucking her lower body in that highly risqué series of "pumps" that the slave had spent so much time focusing on, but the audience's cheers (punctuated, she now heard, by Jabba's own booming groans) actually made her feel a bit better about it. She kept at it.
Minutes and more minutes went by. The whole time, Leia had no idea if what she was doing was accurate, but the audience—her audience—just didn't seem to mind, or even care; it was probably the very fact that she was doing any of this that they liked. Leia had to admit, their gusto was rather infectious, and during one of her rises, as she stuck out her rear and curved her body, she felt the corners of her mouth twitch up.
Force, she thought to herself; who would'vethought a little fun could happen here? Though she would hardly call this "fun"—the entire dance was really just her body trying to keep up with her racing memories of certain positions and movements—there was something of a relief in being able to flex herself in open air, with only the heavy, clinking chain occasionally distracting her.
Leia kept at it until the music rose to a big, climactic pitch, and when it stopped, she raised her arms in the air, hoping it fit with the rest of her performance. She glanced around at the many eyes focused on her. The audience was applauding, laughing, cheering, whistling, hooting, grunting, slobbering—Leia flinched and turned away from the sight of a bloated creature's obscene movements—and all-around, cheering her on.
It was entertainment of her degradation and humiliation: the audience was entertained by an act she had put on. Something in that reciprocation felt miserable, inside; it was an old feeling, the feeling of when she was first taken as Jabba's slave.
Jabba tugged her chain, and it was only then that Leia had flashbacks of her friends, Luke,Lando, Chewie, her home planet Aderran and Han. She hoisted herself onto the throne, grunting as her feet found purchase atop the hard, flat animal skins, then rose before Jabba. He didn't pull her chain, which was now draped in lazy curves by her feet. Instead, he licked his lips and said, "Da eitha."
Leia froze. She could give Jabba the satisfaction of obeying his command, furthering his pride, but...would it make sense, after all the resistance she'd given him before that? After all, she—
There was a dragging metallic sound, and she looked down to see the chain moving, rising; she followed it to Jabba's hand, and tensed herself. But instead, he only took it up in his hand and held it, the curve of the chain rising to her neck still somewhat slack. He repeated his order: "Come to me."
She felt her skin crawl, and not just in anticipation of the kiss of her bare flesh to Jabba's. No, it was as she forced the words out, and despite the fact that she knew they meant nothing to her, that they were nothing more than a phonetic expression - a nickname, a lie - she loathed herself for it. As she slowly pressed herself into Jabba's slimy embrace, she heard those venomous words escape her lips:
"Yes...Master."
The laughter, cheers, and jeers took a while to die down after Leia's big pronouncement. The subsequent physical torment and humiliation that Jabba inflicted as the trip to his palace wore on made it obvious he had every intention of letting it get to his head.
Leia spent the rest of the party in the Hutt's vile embrace, reacting as little as possible but apparently enough to entertain Jabba's court for what she hoped was the last time, but after her friends had been killed she dreaded every minute of it. Despite the heat in the Sail Barge, Leia felt a constant chill up and down her spine, a growing apprehension over where on her body his groping fingers and drooling tongue would travel next.
Unexpectedly, Threepio came forth before Jabba as the party started winding down (along with her skirts). The golden droid seemed to Leia to be somewhere between nervous and disoriented as he shuffled toward the dais. She noticed that he did not address her or even look her way, quite possibly meaning that he did not know what to say or had been forbidden to interact with her in any way. Either that, or Jabba had the droid's memory erased; she had seen such behavior in protocol droids her father used after they had undergone the process, forced to re-accustom themselves to their environment in a very short time. She wasn't sure she would want anything of this humiliating episode to be recalled anyway; after all, Threepio had a way of reminding people of uncomfortable situations, even when still in the thick of them.
"How may I serve you, your Great Exaltedness?" Threepio asked plaintively. He listened as the Hutt gave his command, gesturing to the many beings scattered around the Barge. He then went back to groping Leia's body, and slobbering her face and chest with gratuitously sloppy kisses.
Threepio turned to address Jabba's court, apparently unfazed at his master's present activities. "His High Exaltedness Jabba the Hutt thanks his guests for being present at the wonderful victory against the Jedi, and hopes you have enjoyed, ah…the entertainment thus far." Threepio paused, as there was a tremendously loud, raucous cheer from the crowd. "There will be transports available once we reach the palace for those who wish to depart now with his compliments for a safe journey home. Those who wish to stay the night are perfectly welcome to do so."
Thank you very much, Leia thought as she struggled faintly, twisting in a feeble effort to avoid Jabba's big, groping hands as they cupped and tugged at her top. Her only comfort for the rest of that long, slimy evening was the knowledge that there was no limit to how many times a droid's memory could be wiped.
After Jabba was finished, Leia noticed that the crowd was beginning to thin out. Figures beginning to fall asleep and found somewhat comfortable spots on chairs and against pillars in the Barge, Even Salacious Crumb curled up amid the pillows nestled in the curl of Jabba's tail. Leia found herself yawning.
A moment later, Jabba pulled Leia close (she rose and pressed against him, instead of subjecting her throat to more painful tugs), and looking at her, he said something that Leia translated as, "You're learning respect." Leia doubted if a reply would be wise at this point, so she pursed her lips and waited. The Hutt licked her face…and then released her. He pointed at his belly and told her to sleep, as a voice on the intercom stated they would arrive at Jabba's palace in three hours.
A moment later, she lowered herself to the pillow-strewn surface of the throne and started to stretch out. Jabba yanked her chain suddenly, and she fell back against his belly with a grunt. He chuckled and reached down, stroking her bare shoulder, the long, quivering tip of his tail slithering uncomfortably close to her bare legs.
Leia knew she'd hardly sleep, with the growing tension she felt as she was now Jabba's slave girl for the rest of her life; sometime had passed when she was sure Jabba was sound asleep, she'd shuffle away from him on the edge of the throne, lying on her side, reclining against the pillows, using her left shoulder for support for her head to sleep, so as to not be totally in his slimy embrace the rest of the trip back.
A couple hours had passed; Leia had awoken with a slight tug on her chain, digging the tight collar around her neck into her throat. Looking back at Jabba and Crumb, both sound asleep. Leia had noticed Jabba slackened the chain significantly giving her enough slack stray away from him for the time being.
Still in despair from earlier today from loosing her friends and now having to live the life of a slave girl, half naked, with a collar around her neck and chained to Jabba, Leia could nothing but feel nothing but misery inside. Slowly walking to the slatted window.
Through the slatted window, she could see the small skiff carrying her dead friends bodies, crying inside wishing they were still alive. Leia had stood at the window for two hours remembering them as she looked at them on the skiff lying on the skiffs floor dead. Having not to be molested or have her chain tugged she was thankful everyone on the barge was sound asleep, having time to herself.
She stayed there for a long time, oblivious to everyone around her sound asleep, even the normally instantly recodgnizalbe clinking of the metal upon stone, and watched the reason of this trip as she sobbed and stood, only now fully beginning to realize the burden of her life as Jabba's slave.
Still standing at the window, Leia tried to clear her mind and comprehend what had happen. Yet Leia only had to obey Jabba, just as she could feel the cold slack of the chain links on her bare shoulder, a reminder of her enslavement. Leia had noticed Jabba's guests and henchmen where starting to wake up and more so even Jabba.
Then Leia felt the collar tighten again, only this time it caught her off guard in both its suddenness and its force. The powerful yank caused Leia to let go from the window. Her skirts flowed around her legs, revealing her womanhood and her bare buttocks and to any lucky voyeurs she passed as she ran the short distance to the throne. The collar had briefly strangled her, and she gasped to regain her breath; during the whole trip towards and onto the throne, she grunted a monosyllabic response of "Hungh Oh-augh, ungh!"A heartbeats moments informed her of the painful impact she would meet if she kept running toward the throne, so she lifted her legs and jumped, leaping and landing safely upon the elevated stone surface.
To keep from falling forward outright, Leia stuck out her right hand and pressed it against the first surface she met and promptly plunged into a dimple of Jabba's enormous belly. Leia also slightly bowed her head as she arose; trying to straiten the momentum offset her balance. However her pelvis and bare stomach were carried forward and squished up against Jabba's slimy bulk. Arching her back as not to press her heaving breasts against Jabba's body in an untendered embrace. Leia could feel the hot, rank breath of the Hutt blow into her face. Leia felt a brief return of her disgust at the sight of so much slime dribbling out of Jabba's nostrils and running into his open mouth, and she avertered her eyes. A hand pressed up against Leia's bareback Bib's she realized and pushed her closer to Jabba's mouth as it began to speak. She knew what he was saying more or less.
Leia was wet and moaning by the time the Sail Barge began to slow its journey, as Jabba pulled on her chain causing her half naked body against Jabba's with her backside against Jabba's massive belly, a big hunk of belly fat actually starting to hike down the back of her gold skirt plate, as he generously fingered her with two plump digits. Leia gasping for air as the collar dug into her throat choking her. However just before she could lift her leg as she neared her orgasm, the Sail Barge began to slow. Many of the guests began to flock toward one side of the Barge as it turned slowly in the air into the hanger. Jabba maneuvered his throne forward. Leia rocked unsteadily on her feet as she rode the throne's progress. The crowed parted around the throne, allowing hit room and stopped right in from of the window.
Leia turned and started to move away from Jabba, but then he yanked her chain and told her to come back to hi,. She took a step towards him, but then he grabbed her by her hip and tugged her back with an abrupt, clumsy movement that almost pitched her forward; helf her firmly though, and her backside shoved into Jabba's belly, and fabric and bare flesh alike sank into a cum sticky dimple in the front of his squishy flesh. Holding her still, Jabba unfastened her top and bottom, she was naked wearing only her Jerba leather boots and still shoving her backside into his belly reaching around her hip, he pushed two of his phallic fingers into her pussy from the front . . . even as he eased his tail up into her from beneath. Leia threw her head back, moaning as she came but with the double assult of the fingers upon her clit and labia, she was already building another orgasm.
Outside the guests had been looking. Leia craned her neck feeling the pain of her collar tighten. Jabba seemed to notice and moved his throne forward another foot or so, and he slackened her chain. Leia glanced down a bit of what the chain allowed her to see in the open window before her and gasped.
Cool air abruptly touched Leia's moisture, and she shivered with a gasp as Jabba pulled his fat fingers out of her pussy. She started to turn to see what was the matter when suddenly UNGHHH!
Leia threw her head back with a terrific groan as Jabba's tail rammed up into her wet pussy with a terrifically loud spluttering sound, and she nearly lost her footing and pitched forward. Her hands flew to the windowsill in front of her, and grasping tightly, she lowered her head, feeling the tip of Jabba's tail, long and narrow, probing deeply before he began of flex the flesh, contracting it and expanding it inside her, filling her fully. Jabba yank back on her chain slightly, then grabbed her hips with both his hands, the cold metal of the chain pushing into her side. Holding her, he began to hump. Jabba burst out laughing. Leia, panting, gripped the windowsill more firmly in her hands and leaned forward slightly, her breasts bouncing and jiggling beneath her downtuned torso from each pounding thrust delievered to her from behind, as she forced her eyes to open to the world outside the window.
Jabba's tail gave an especially hard thrust into Leia for a moment, and she loosed a powerful groan that turned the heads of the guards and guests outside, and inside the Sail Barge, Jabba and a bevy of minions burst out laughing. In that same moment, Leia's fingers and toes respecitically curled upon the windowsill and insider her boots as her teases pussy edged closer to its own kind of edge.
A long moment went by. Nothing happened. Leia only gasped quick, shallow half breaths.