The Royal Slave Chapter 11: Lonely Night, a star wars fanfic

The scantily clad Leia's chain runs across Jabba's belly as Leia lye against his stomach, her left cheek against the cold chain as she sleeps silently on Jabba. Jabba's hand lay on Leia's shoulder as his tail rubbed against her naked leg as it was underneath her rear Lashaa silk exposing her tight round buttocks, her front Lashaa silk draped over her left thigh, leaving her womanhood exposed and legs. Jabba's tail moved closer to her butt cheeks, as the end of his tail went up and down caressing them. It had been dark in the room they were in but the window around the tower of Jabba's palace surrounding the room was letting the light of the moon into the private room.

It had been a cold night, but lying against Jabba's stomach kept her somewhat warm. Leia getting annoyed with his tail rubbing against her buttocks; sitting up straight she slowly moved to the left as far away from his tail as she could and moving forward to the distance the short tether would let her go, adjusting herself Leia adjusted her front silk allowing it to drape over her left ankle covering part of her Jerba leather boot as it dipped over the throne, she adjusted her rear silk moving it to cover her tight round butt cheeks and underneath her lower body to have coverage. Feeling the tightness of her collar tense due to her near the very edge of the throne, Leia reclined backwards using her left arm for suppoer onto the pillows Jabba provided for her, getting situated she put her right hand on her thigh. Looking back at Jabba's tail thankful it wasn't bugging her but it was a few inches away from her naked leg. Leia slowly closed her eyes falling back asleep.

Several hours of fitful sleep later, Leia awoke to distant noises and two hushed voices in conversation. It had been Bib, Salacious and guest . She glanced up, straining to see. Bib's voice carried down from the corridor, where shadows moved. Nearby, a frog in Jabba's bowl swam against its invisible glass barrier. Leia pushed herself slowly up, feeling Jabba's tail brush her thigh. She pulled her leg away, then glanced back at the corridor. She saw Bib Fortuna shuffling into the throne room followed by Salacious and the guest. She finished sitting up slowly, blushing as she felt Bib's eyes staring at her with lust.

She contentedly sat there before the slumbering Hutt and said nothing. Bib awoke Jabba, who grunted and stirred with a start, and the Twi'Lek's purring voice presented the guest as he asked for a favor. Jabba was quite displeased to hear this, and bellowed a snarl of disapproval. Leia felt the collar around her neck tighten as Jabba tugged irritably on the chain as the guest approached the dais.

"I must be allowed to speak," the guest said. Bib repeated this, in Huttese, to Jabba. Leia glanced back in time to see Jabba grab the front of Bib's robe and pull him close, speaking harshly, spitting out his words and saying something about a allowing a guest to come into the private room, only wanting time alone with Leia before he violently pushed Bib away, making him fall back and collapse onto the floor with a grunt.

" I have an offer for your slave", the guest glanced down at her momentarily, and Leia felt the most humiliated she had ever been, now that the person she most wanted to see was dead and a drunken guest seeing her in her current state of undress and ultimate degradation. The guest told Jabba that he would leave with her, his gaze so intense that Leia could feel the Jabba's anger. Jabba, however, was unimpressed, and laughed at the ultimatum. He told the guest (Leia gathered) that there would be no bargain, and as he spoke, he tugged firmly on Leia's chain. She craned her neck to avoid falling back, but the pressure on her throat was too much, she was slowly pulled back as her stomach tightened, and she shut her eyes in pain until the chain slackened again. Two of the Gommorean guard by the corridor of the room moved closer to the guest. Leia still half asleep and sensing Jabba's anger as he does not like to be woken up in the middle of the night.

"Nevertheless," the guest said, moving forward, "I'm taking her with me." The guards slowly crept after him. Leia felt confident that the guest could take care of himself, but some kind of icy fear still crept through her heart, knowing Jabba would execute him for this. Jabba snarled, the same sound he made when he was angry at Leia's more defiant moments. Bah!" Jabba shouted, silencing Bib as he translated. Leia felt the hairs on her neck rise at this as a fearful memory echoed deep in her brain. She started to turn to Bib, but then Jabba tugged violently on her chain; she was caught off-guard, and it was only her outstretched hands that managed to stop her from falling back into Jabba's bulk. Behind her, Jabba snarled that there would be no bargain, and in pain, Leia straightened, glaring helplessly at the guest. She temporarily forgot what bib had started to say. What Jabba said next, Leia didn't quite understand; but something in his tone, as he lowered his voice and spoke with a deep confidence made Leia's heart slow to a crawl.

Then everything happened suddenly.

The guest gestured to his right, and a blaster came out of his holster. He raised it at the Hutt, glaring coolly down as he took aim. A Gammorean guard stumbled over, trying to grab the gun from the guest. Leia pulled backwards as there was a brief flash and a shower of sparks as a blaster bolt sizzled into the ceiling. There was a hand on Leia's arm and she looked up to find Bib standing beside her, shaking his head subtly at her as if to say No, hold on, just wait. Then the throne shook, and Leia glanced around with a whimper. The throne was moving on its repulsorlift coils, and traveled slowly forward. Behind her, Jabba was grunting and gurgling in anticipation and glee. The throne stopped just before it got to the middle of the room and Leia felt the Hutt's fleshy belly press up against her back as he strained forward to look at the fight ensuing against one of his guards and the guest. and Leia strained to look (Jabba was holding her chain tight now).

Leia cringed and turned away as the the guest grabbed hapless guard and bit into his face as he slowly dide. Behind her, Jabba laughed loudly—at his own guard's horrible, unintended death!—and yanked on her chain. She rocked and strained, but kept watching. Another guard started fighting with the guest trying to stop him. The guest shot the guard but deflected it with his vibro axe. Suddenly, Jabba tugged on Leia's chain, and she almost fell back again, but she grabbed the collar in her hand and pulled as hard as she could, leaning forward in the slackened bond, straining the fight ensue as it moved around the room. Then the gammorean guard was at a door far off on the other side of the room – Leia could see the light from a hallway spill in. The Rancor moved in, roaring in rage as well as hunger now.

Jabba kept pulling on the chain, and Leia struggled to stay forward. The guest grabbed the gammoreans axe as he lay on the ground helpless, chopped his head off. Jabba bellowed in shock and fury. Two guards dead.

The guest still alive. Jabba's tugs grew strong again with his newfound fury, and Leia grunted in pain as he finally overpowered her—but at this point, she was almost too tired to care, and she let herself fall back against his belly with a dull, fleshy clap.

But Jabba was apparently in no mood to notice this unusual convenience; he was tugging upward on the chain now, the collar digging painfully into Leia's upper esophagus, gagging her. She grabbed at it and pulled, trying to determine some way of wriggling free of this choke. Two bounty hunters came in the room Bring me that guest Jabba howled, his tail thrashing by Leia's thighs. He said something else, but Leia's attention fixed on Bib as he commanded the two bounty hunters.

Jabba grunted something at Bib, who moved in and demurely apologized for being out of sight. As the two spoke, Leia felt the chain actually slacken, and managed to sit herself up—but then Jabba's hand was on her bare shoulder and she flinched, trying to twist out of his reach. The Hutt's hand moved with her, however, and managed to slide all the way down onto the top of her right breast before Leia was able to pull (briefly) away. The two bounty hunters brought the drunken guest aggressively to Jabba Leia took the moment to twist free of Jabba's grip, then he yanked her chain and she fell back a bit, wincing as his hand found her shoulder again, pressing and groping. The guest so drunk asked where Leia was as the alchol he induced was taking into strong effect. Leia, still struggling from Jabba, tossed caution to the wind and blurted out, "I'm here!"

"Bah!" Jabba shouted, finally removing his groping hand—but keeping a firm grip on her chain as he snarled something to Bib, who turned slowly to his captive. "Oh dear. The great Jabba the Hutt has declared that you are to be terminated…immediately."

Salacious Crumb burst out laughing.

"You are therefore to be taken to the Dune Sea," Bib continued, "and cast into the Pit of Carkoon. The nesting place of the almighty Sarlaac." There was a slurping sound behind Leia, and Jabba tugged her chain, a silent reminder of her place. The guest drunkenly said, "You should've bargained, Jabba." The two guards left the room with the guest as the walked down to the throne room, suddenly after a few minutes the crowd burst out cheering as tomorrow they are going to execute the guest for his miss behavior. Jabba commanded Bib to tell the guests to come to the room for a celebration. The crowd pushed in and everyone moved in a wave, heading towards the room. Jabba started laughing, and yanked hard on Leia's chain. She fell back against Jabba, watching with helpless terror as everyone entered the room. Jabba's hand found her shoulder again, and Crumb cackled by Jabba's twitching tail. Leia kept watching the crowd come in, even as Jabba's hand found its humiliating destination, and Leia closed her eyes for a second, still tired and annoyed that she hadn't gotten any sleep, glancing at the window it had still been dark out. She had wished that for at least one night she would be alone to rest without having Jabba's guests and henchmen, as it had been a while since she had privacy since her capture.

Leia tried sitting upright and arch her back to avoid his touch, to no avail. He was just keeping her too close. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Jabba's other hand resting on his throne's armrest, just near his hookah tank. Something there…what looked like a large, gray button set into the edge… Jabba's hand was only inches from it, his fingers drumming impatiently near it. Every set of eyes – be they in pairs or any other number – took at least a moment to gaze upon Leia where she'd sat on the farthest edge of Jabba's throne that she could manage to reach before the chain got too tight. Fingers, claws, paws, tentacles, pincers, organic and robotic alike, all took turns pointing at the half-naked human now bound to their bloated, slimy host. When at one point Jabba pulled her chain, forcing her onto her back with a pained grunt—oh, how the audience laughed and jeered at that; Leia had pushed herself up, blushing despite her anger, and quickly straightened her skirts as much as possible as she seated herself at the base of Jabba's belly, hoping the proximity would leave her chain enough slack to give her neck a rest for a little while.

The room filled with cheers and hoots of approval and satisfaction. Jabba's joyous laughter boomed through the corridors, and he soon called for his band to strike up. Dancers came in and began their risqué movement. It seemed to be Leia's lucky hour, because Jabba didn't order her to join them. Instead, the music built up, the room filled with even more people, and a veritable festival began. 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.

Then suddenly, she saw Bib standing nearby, and he approached her, trying not to look like he was paying her the attention; at least, that's what Leia pretended he was doing as he moved slowly behind a half-naked dancer gyrating her hips. "How're you holdin' up my lovely princess?" Bib asked, His eyes might have been fixed on the dancer, but Leia could see his eyes and hear his voice, and knew he was quite tense. She opened her mouth to speak, then paused; if Jabba saw her speaking—

Bending forward, Leia craned her neck so her head to the left, she murmured in a low voice, keeping her lips from moving too much. "How do you think?" glancing quickly over her shoulder at Jabba. Still busily drinking and talking. Bib responding back, "the way a princess should be treated"

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.

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 night wore on made it obvious he had every intention of letting it get to his head.

Unexpectedly, Threepio re-entered the Main Audience Chamber 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 throne room. 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 tonight, and hopes you have enjoyed, ah…the entertainment thus far." Threepio paused as there was a tremendously loud, raucous cheer from the crowd. "There are transports available 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."

Unexpectedly, Threepio re-entered the room 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 since the barge incident of her friends; 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.

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 night 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 were creeping, skulking, scuttling and slithering out into the corridors; those that remained found somewhat comfortable spots on chairs and against pillars. 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.

Tomorrow, Leia thought again as she turned, wiping at her face. 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 for the next day; sometime in the middle of the night, when she was sure Jabba was sound asleep, she'd shuffle away from him on the throne so as to not be totally in his slimy embrace all night.