Leia's relaxation abruptly ended when the chain behind rattled as Jabba tugged at it, hard. Her abdomen barely had time to instinctively tighten as the collar dug into her slender neck and hurled her body backwards, and she landed with a fleshy plop against the Hutt's corpulent belly, which jiggled and shook from the impact. His doughy flesh radiated warmth into her back, and Jabba rumbled softly as he reached down with a greasy hand. Jabba slipped his hand onto Leia's bare shoulder, his chubby digits groping at the slope of her skin before sliding further down, stroking Leia's arm in a warped, repulsively affectionate manner.
Leia started as something tickled her, and she looked down and flinched. Jabba had slid his tail higher up beside her, and was rubbing its worn, calloused tip, filthy with every labor from his bodily propulsion to more coitus than she cared to think about, right against her belly. The appendage seemed to take on a life of its own as it openly explored Leia's skin, even at one point burrowing its tip into her navel.
That did it.
Leia sat quickly up and forward, twisting to the side, the chain noisily jangling as she squirmed to get as far away as possible—
"Hgck-!" she grunted, grabbing at the collar, eyes squeezing shut. "Agh!"
There was a metallic clink as Jabba slackened the chain, getting a better grip, then was snapped hard again, and Leia landed right back up against him.
It took Leia a few seconds to regain her breath. In that long, precious moment, Jabba's free hand returned to slide over her exposed cleavage, and now his tail was back, creeping down the lower half of her belly, pressing her skirt plate against her pelvis as it traveled farther and farther down. Its unclean tip slithered between her frontal skirt and her inner thigh.
"Ungh," Leia whimpered, flinching—hardly noticing the joy that the audience gave at her exhibition of fear and disgust.
The worn, wrinkled flesh of Jabba's tail crawled over her upper thigh as the questing tip slithered further in. Leia was too slow to close her thighs—her clumsy position didn't permit modesty—and she whimpered again as his tail brushed right up against her womanhood.
Although recovering, her thighs were still painfully sore, and mentally...she didn't know how much more she could take.
Leia, eyes stinging with tears, put on her best defiant face and glared up at Jabba, who simply stared back down at her with a malicious smirk.
"Nnnuhhhhh…" Leia quickly looked away from Jabba as she instinctively voiced her protesting stimulation as the tip of his tail began pushing up into her. She didn't want Jabba to see her face; not like this. She closed her eyes again, biting her lip as that massive filling feeling began, making her whole body tremble, wobbling the flesh upon which it rested.
Leia fought like never before to prevent herself from giving voice to the damn sensations building inside her…when a voice suddenly arose from behind Jabba, and his tail stopped. Leia opened her eyes, but did not—could not—move.
"Master Jabba." It was Bib Fortuna. Leia heard his sandaled feet come to a stop. A squishy sound arose as Jabba twisted above her, his flesh shifting from the motion.
Bib whispered something in Huttese, something about somebody being here, and Leia glanced up and around. The room was still crowded with onlookers—including a repulsive pair of beings actually masturbating right there on the floor, still watching her, and Leia quickly looked away, trying to see just who had arrived. She knew it wasn't who she was hoping it was—and she didn't want to think about how much longer she had before she would see them—and so it was hard to tell just who to be looking for.
"Bah!" Jabba shouted, making Leia start. "Coose hooha spastika." He sounded annoyed. Leia knew the last word; she'd heard it enough times from her days with Han: shipment. Some kind of shipment had arrived…and Leia wasn't sure she wanted to know just what it contained.
His tail shifted inside her, then suddenly it slid right out, making her gasp. It trailed her wetness right over her thigh as it emerged and dropped beside her, its tip brushing more of her lust against her backside. Leia's bosom, which had been heaving with her jittery breaths, slowly lowered exhaled in relief.
Thank the Force.
Bib replied, prompting Jabba to grumble a phrase, which sounded to be some sort of confirmation of sorts. Jabba barked his reply, clearly very annoyed at the interruption.
Leia was almost indebted to whoever was coming.
A moment later, several Gamorrean guards began to clear the center of the throne room. The music came to an abrupt stop, and a whisper-filled silence filled the room. Shortly afterwards, a pale blue being strode into the room. He was dressed in illustrious white robes, and his features were unusual to Leia, who had seen her fair share of beings; twin tentacles alongside his oval mouth, his eyes two large, black orbs. He was followed closely by a small R2 unit—a translator unit she'd seen on several Alliance ships in the past.
As the alien and the droid made their way to the center of the chamber, Jabba gave a slight, almost unnoticeable tug on her chain. She blinked at this, unsure what the Hutt was doing, but as he made no other move on her, she took the opportunity to push herself back and up into a sitting position.
Jabba and the strange being exchanged greetings, the droid acting as an intermediate between the two, its beeps and whistles hard to follow. Of course, it was all being said in two different languages; the visitor's was one with which she wasn't familiar in the slightest.
The conversation seemed to go on forever.
At one point, the visitor reached into the folds of his robes and pulled out a small container, its clear sides showing a reddish-orange powder inside.
Jabba motioned towards the humanoid, and Bib casually approached him. Jabba's hand lowered to Leia's shoulder and stroked it. Her skin crawled at the feeling, but luckily the Hutt was back to business a moment later.
Returning to his master, Bib opened the container and held it out for Jabba, who reached in with two fat digits and carefully gathered up some of the powder. Then, raising it up to his head, Jabba's long, wet tongue protruded out from his cavernous, toothless mouth. Leia couldn't help but flinch as she heard Jabba slurp at his fingers.
Jabba smacked his huge, drooling lips several times as he tasted of the powder, which Leia now recognized as a spice, an outlawed drug in most parts of the galaxy; it made perfect sense, considering who was involved here.
Jabba took a few moments to evaluate the taste before giving the dealer a nod of approval. There was a metallic clink by Leia's ear as the chain suddenly went taut with a slight tug, making Leia squeeze her eyes shut, her body tensing; but then it was over, and she relaxed, thinking nothing more of it.
"Che copah?" Jabba was asking for the price. The dealer's response was brief, so Leia could only assume they had began to negotiate a price for the spice. She waited to hear Jabba's counter offer, but the moment stretched out, second by second.
Jabba suddenly gave a swift, painful yank on her chain. Leia groaned as she fell back against the Hutt's loathsome belly, plop and jiggle, and once again he reached down to pet her shoulder.
No way, Leia thought. How could he be wanting this—be thinking about this—right now? There had been no apparent change in Jabba's mood, no boiling anger or disgruntlement directed towards the dealer or her. So why now?
Jabba cooly responded to the dealer's with his own offer. As the dealer countered, Jabba's hand slid to Leia's right bikini strap, his belly vibrating as he repeated the same offer as before; she could hear the impatience building in his tone.
As the droid began translating it, the Hutt's fingers fumbled with her strap, slowly but surely loosening it. Leia's hands balled into fists, and lifted slowly beside her bare abdomen...but then stopped. She couldn't protest this, not now-oh, especially not now, not with the dealer standing there. She could care less about what such a gesture would do for Jabba's image...but she did care if her life depended upon it.
Leia closed her eyes as her top came loose, and her breasts, having lost half of what little supported they were granted, slightly sagged downwards. She felt her cheeks burning as a few in the crowd whispered and snickered at this, but luckily, Jabba's deal continued to be held. Maybe he just wants to show off some of my skin, Leia thought hopefully.
Leia's hopes were shattered when Jabba slid his hand down her chest and stuffed his chubby fingers directly into her top. Leia sighed, turning her head away, eyeing the ceiling, the floor, anything but one of the many onlookers, as he groped at her breast and playfully poked and rubbed at her nipple with a thick, rough digit. She couldn't help but squirm as he continued fondling her, but Jabba quickly pulled the chain taut again, killing Leia's resistance.
The dealer stammered, then; and seemed to struggle to regain his thoughts as Jabba continued to molest Leia. Jabba tugged up on her chain, gagging her. "Urk," she blurted, flinching. The chain slackened, and Leia gasped for breath-then gasped again, uttering a faint moan, feeling the sudden invasion of Jabba's tail, which had suddenly materialized between her legs and was even now easing up into her.
"Auunnhhh..." Leia cursed herself for her weakness; how did Jabba do this to her so easily?
That was when she noticed the silence, save her own heavy breaths and moans, and she dared to peek. The dealer was standing there, simply staring at them in awe.
Jabba continued to work his tail into Leia. She pushed herself up, back, away, wriggling her pelvis side to side and pushing her hands against the throne's animal skins and cushions, but she ultimately only managed to shove herself deeper against the Hutt's squishy belly.
Jabba repeated his offer, his tone cold, but Leia didn't hear it; she was being driven wild by the huge, pulsing member being driven up into her sex.
The dealer, shaken out of his trance, offered a new deal.
Jabba yelled something, putting immense pressure on the chain as he pulled back on it. Leia sputtered as she choked on the collar, and her hands shot up to wrap their fingers around the ungiving metal, then gasped with a shiver as her bodily stimulation climbed even higher.
"Ees hoppada nopa!" Jabba snarled.
Leia moaned louder, her body practically shuddering with the building sensations.
Although intimidated, the dealer still denied Jabba.
The droid translated yet another offer from the dealer back to Jabba, which he seemed to actually consider for a moment. He calmly replied, his titanic voice sounding out yet another moan from Leia as another wave of pleasure vibrated through her body. Very close, now.
The dealer, who was now visibly angered, took several steps towards Jabba; now standing directly on top of the grating before Jabba's throne. His response was not as brief as before, his words were tense and enraged.
Leia wasn't sure what exactly happened next. Jabba shouted something, and there was a dull smashing sound somewhere behind her. She twisted her head, her eyelids fluttering as she continued to gasp, feeling Jabba's tail slowly reaming up and down her wet womanhood; Jabba's hand was coming off of his armrest, she saw, but she couldn't tell what-
There was a squeal, and Leia turned to find the dealer was gone-along with the very floor he'd been standing upon. Instead, a massive, gaping hole had opened in the stone; it was some kind of trapdoor.
A loud screeching squeal of metal wheels turning traveled through the chamber, bouncing off and on the stone walls of the palace and resounding painfully in Leia's ears as a metal grating began sliding across the open hole, sealing it from anybody else falling into the space below. A crowd had begun to form, everyone craning necks (if they had them) to look down into the covered space. What was going on?
It was then that Leia noticed that Jabba's tail had become still inside her-and that his hand had disappeared from her top! She didn't grab her strap and pull it back into place, though; even if she'd thought it was a good idea, she became distracted in that moment as the throne suddenly shook, shaking her along with the Hutt's jiggling belly. It rumbled to life with a low hum and began to move forward on its repulsorlift coils, heading right for the grating.
The crowd cheered in excitement, and Leia craned her neck, trying to see anything, but unable to, through the black holes in the grating. Suddenly, a high, keening sound arose from below, and Leia was horrified to realize that it was the dealer, screaming from somewhere far, far below. Her eyes widened; what was happening down there? What had Jabba done to him?
Then Jabba plunged his tail harder, deeper into Leia's crotch, and she cried out-almost losing herself to orgasm, but then he pulled it slowly out, dragging its bumpy surface along her passage, making her feel most unwholesomely horny.
Another sound arose from below, and the dealer's screams came again. At first, Leia thought it was some kind of machine, but when it stopped and started again, she realized that it was organic; it was some kind of terrible animal roar, sounded up from the hole. It was followed by another, even more horrible scream from the dealer; the overwhelming sound below drowned out both the crowd's jeers and Leia's shamefully loud moans.
Jabba's tail rammed back into Leia, and she came.
Fluids from Leia's arousal squirted and gushed around Jabba's fulfilling member, dribbling down his tail and splattering onto the stone surface of the throne.
There was another heart-stopping roar, and then the beginnings of a hopeless wail; which came to a sudden end as a loud, wet crunch filled the air from below. The audience hooted and cheered, immensely satisfied, and Jabba began to laugh, his big belly wobbling Leia, still whimpering as she came down from her orgasm, where she lay.
Leia felt tears sting her eyes, and she turned her head away, sobbing softly even as she continued to moan, Jabba's tail slowly working inside her, milking her for all she was worth.
Jabba finished her off. The throne pulled back. The squeal of the grating filled the air again, and Leia saw the floor-and its cleverly disguised trapdoor-had been restored.
As she straightened out her costume, Leia felt a deep concern building inside her...for now she knew just what Jabba was capable of, if she were to anger him. That concern blossomed into fear...and that fear only would get deeper, governing her every decision and action, in the days that followed.