As Jabba's snoring made it even more difficult for her to sleep, Leia at least had some time to think about other matters. Unfortunately thinking of Han really didn't lift her spirit very much. Leia couldn't help feeling a bit bitter of Han dead while she was sentenced to something so much more demeaning. Modeling herself in a slave bikini for the purpose of entertaining Jabba's guests was a most humiliating fate. Leia lifted her head and looked back at the unconscious Hutt, furrowing her brow at the sight of her new master. What really upset her more than anything was thinking about Han and how stupid he must have been to do business with a Hutt. She was almost as angry at Han for getting himself into that mess as she was at Jabba for what he'd done to her. It was then that Leia silently dared Jabba to try and order her about again. If he believed that she would be easy to control, he best think again. Ironically Leia actually got a very restful sleep before she felt Jabba's tail underneath her rear Lashaa silk as it draped over the bulk of his tail, having noticed he slackened the chain considerably as Jabba snore away. Leia Although barely conscious, she was just aware enough to pull back underneath her body covering her buttocks. And then she buried her head into the cushion and tried to get back to sleep. When the tail began going underneath her rear skirt again, Leia grabbed the veil in back to the lower piece of her bikini and pulled it away.
Trying again to go back to sleep, light started to enter the room. She glanced up towards the window. Having not seen a sun set in a while, Leia looked back at Jabba as he and Salacious slept, looking back at the guests that remained in the room from earlier today. Leia pushed herself slowly up, feeling Jabba's tail brush her thigh. She pulled her leg away. An icy shiver of fear crept up her spine as she felt a sharp tug on her chain, causing her to fall back, her outstretched hands stopped her from falling against Jabba. Looking back at Jabba with annoyance he was sound asleep, it had only been a reflex, one that she has dealt with during her nights. Seeing her chain she saw she had enough slack to go towards the window, which is what she wanted, sometime away from Jabba, Jabba never gave her that much slack but he was very drunk when everyone fell asleep so she imagined he didn't notice it.
Leia slowly getting off the throne as the chain made clinking noises, walked towards the window. Seeing everyone fast asleep, as she walked past them, glancing back at Jabba, still sound asleep, she continued her walk to the window. Her Lashha silk swayed backwards due to her movement, finally reaching the window, her chain got tight around her neck, only a couple inches away she put her hand on the side of the slatted window for support. Through the slatted window she could see the sunrise. Enjoying the peace of not being touched or molested, Leia savored having this time to herself, remembering the good times she had with her friends, Han, and Luke and her family in the early mornings seeing a sunrise as it warmed her up with joy. The sun slowly rose, savoring every moment of time alone. Behind her, she could hear the Hutt snoring. At one point, he tugged on her chain, which made her flinch and look back at him in annoyance, Jabba still asleep, turning back to the window, looking out seeing the vast desert land of Tattooine, reflecting on her current state, having been with Jabba for some months now, not knowing the exact amount of time. Leia missing the outside world and the freedom she had being able to do what she wanted when she wanted. Leia dreaded her outfit. Instead of the innocent appearance of a young girl, Leia only saw an adult woman who had the look of a whore. Instead of the wealthy girl tended to by her own servants, she was reduced to the lowest social rank of them all... slave. Far from the adorable dresses she remembered wearing as a child, her gold bikini left little to the imagination.
And for everything it left exposed, Leia couldn't even recognize herself anymore. Staring out the window into her past, it reminded Leia that so much of herself had been destroyed since then. Alderaan was gone. Her friends and family murdered. Her family's fortune destroyed along with her home. And after all those years of service to the Rebel Alliance, she faced the fact that she will be spending the rest of her life in the hellish misery of Jabba's service. Against her every urge to hide it, Leia couldn't hold back a few tears. Looking outside into the vast Tattooine desert seemed a greater torment than anything Jabba has yet done to her. Upon opening her eyes again, Leia came to absolutely hate the sight of Jabba. Especially hated her outfit she was forced to wear. Hutts were well known for the way they dressed their slaves to enhance their appearance, and made her look like a whore, but the outfit Leia wore... its only purpose was to expose every inch of her beauty. The gold brassiere it didn't comfort her as it covered the top half of her breasts as the bottom of her breasts are exposed as it accentuated them showing cleavage pushing them together like a push up bra, as the bra cups only covered half her breasts. The brassiere left her back, shoulders, belly, and even her upper curves of her hips completely exposed, while also exposing her birthmark on her lower right back, as a pair of thin black strings ran across her back in an X shape, from her shoulders to under the opposite arm, holding her top in place, and was a little loose, but likely that was the idea.
Jabba had her hair done in a rather big bun pulling her hair back from her face as it was held in place by two gold hair clips that resembled a crown showcasing Leia's status as a princess, and from the bun her hair was done into a long braid secured by a gold hair fastener that dangled suggestively across her shoulder going down to her navel, which symbolized she was a tease, to be shown off.
Leia was also given gold earrings to wear. They had a curious triangular shaped that met at the bottom. Leia had make-up put on her, which included dark red lipstick which symbolized she was a woman with overtly feminine power, on her lips, mascara and eyeliner, plus a bluish eye shadow and plenty of blush on her cheeks, all emphasizing her feminine beauty and sensuality.
The most embarrassing aspect of all, however, were the skirts, or...was it even enough to constitute such a word? The lower piece consisted of two wide gold crescent moon Chastity plates covering her front hung suspended just above her pelvis and top half of her buttocks, which were joined together by hip fasteners, loops of gold which formed and open oval, providing a tantalizing view of Leia's flanks which were a bit loose. Leia found it absurd that Jabba had such an expensive outfit made especially for her. Leia did not like the design on the front plate, which portrayed a uterus and ovaries. It was as if the very thing meant to conceal her nudity symbolically exposed her for all to see.
Leia also disliked the upper arm band as it resembled a snake which was a symbol of rebirth and favorite slave to Jabba, the second was an armlet with a hole in the middle which carried significance in the Huttese culture and also.
Leia wore some peanut-colored skin boots, which were made from the hide of a Jerba and outlined with gold. She hated how well they went with the rest of her outfit, but they did keep her feet warm.
When she became Jabba's slave she wore a gold collar to match her gold bikini. The collar had a loop extension where the chain was attached. The collar itself was made specifically for Leia and fit tightly around her neck, Thus even when Jabba wasn't pulling on her chain, Leia could still feel the collar around her neck. The collar's constant presence instilled a slave consciousness in Leia.
The outfit was uncomfortable. The purple Lashaa silk flowed to just about her ankles. Resembling a split-skirt, they didn't conceal much beyond her inner legs, but exposing her legs at the same time and the sides of her butt cheeks, Leia wore nothing underneath, leaving her exposed underneath, with only the silks being her coverage covering only the ultimate regions of her womanhood - barely - and tracing a hint of privacy down the centers of her legs on either side.
Jabba had woken silently lustfully looking at Leias backside, looking down from her legs working his way up, drooling over the scantily clad Leia, Leia not realizing it that Jabba had waken, focusing outside and her time alone not being bothered.
Jabba pulled on the chain again, much harder this time, propelling her body backward, causing her to gag on the collar. She managed to turn with the momentum so she could see what was coming, not that she particularly wanted to. She just managed to leap onto the Hutt's dais to save her legs from being injured by falling to the deck or smacking against the edge of the stone platform. She stopped short of running right into Jabba, throwing her hands out to halt her progress, and poised to push herself away. There was a sudden cold sensation on the back of her left shoulder which forced her closer. She had noticed Bib Fortuna standing close by the last time she looked back, so she assumed it was his hand that kept her in place. She arched her back to keep her face as far as possible away from Jabba's, but thanks to his majordomo's efforts, that was only a fraction of an inch or two. Jabba grinned lecherously at her, and began to speak. She could not make out what he was saying, and Threepio was nowhere around to translate. He picked up a goblet of wine from the table beside him and held it up to her lips, tipping it so the liquid ran into her mouth. She dared not spit it out, so swallowed it as quickly as she could. The taste, acidic and unpalatable as it was, stayed on her tongue just a second. The Hutt caressed her face and back with his hand once more, and then let the chain slacken again. Commanding Leia to sit down on the throne. The guests started waking up as Jabba ordered everyone to go down to the audience chamber.
Moments later,more people had begun to re-enter the Audience Chamber. Sunlight, reflected in through hidden mirrors in the walls of the palace, began to slowly illuminate the space. The strange band that had played not long after Leia's arrival began to produce a slow pulse of melodies and rhythms, never stopping, only switching from one arrangement and song piece to another. Voices rose from murmurs to chatter, squeals and snarls to small roars, conversations and arguments, gibberish and conspiracy from every sort of scum and villain that entered. 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.
Then at one point, Salacious Crumb, the damn lizard in question, had come skulking in. He made his way up onto Jabba's throne, and with much gawping and ear-splitting cackles over Leia's state of captivity, he lumbered over to the base of Jabba's belly. Crumb planted himself in the middle of a nest of pillows gathered in the ring of Jabba's curled tail (Leia understood now why they were there), and began intently watching the Hutt's huge propulsive appendage as it perpetually twisted and flopped, the proximity of its thick end quivering uncomfortably close to her bare legs.
Not long after, Jabba had yanked Leia's chain. He'd probably used little force on it, for the tightness she'd already put on it in her effort to keep away from him presented its hubris then, making her gag as the collar dug right into the base of her throat. Tongue protruding painfully between her bared teeth, Leia's hands had flown up to the collar as she landed on her back. She'd twisted over quickly, sliding her knees beneath herself (not noticing or, she'd later realize, particularly caring, as her lower garments fluttered obscenely aside), and climbing to her feet, managed to catch a few breaths before another swift tug brought her exposed belly and thighs once again within contact of the Hutt's soft, lumpy flesh. Jabba had proceeded to licking her face immediately, and oh, what humor Crumb had found in this.
Presently, Leia was pressing her hands against Jabba's belly and its crowning flabs, trying to push herself back, but the Hutt's bodily texture and his powerful grip kept her pinned close. Flinching, she could only twist her head aside from his probing tongue, feeling it slurping and slopping down her cheek and neck, little droplets of sticky saliva tumbling and trailing down her exposed flesh. Her gold cups rose and fell, pushing into his fleshy rolls and lifting them up and down as her short breaths fueled disgusted groans. No matter what she could remember of the little exercises Luke had showed her about clearing her mind, she kept coming back into the disgusting here and now.
Leia suddenly decided to open her eyes, just a crack, taking a visual breath from her submergence in the dark sea behind her lids. Nearby, she saw a drooling humanoid, its porcine nostrils flaring wetly in the air as it grunted, hands working at its lower abdomen. For a moment, Leia thought the being was scratching itself, but then—
Leia turned her head the other way, barely missing another of Jabba's revolting kisses in the process. The Hutt took the opportunity to lick the other side of her neck, sending shivers through her body, making her skin crawl.
Suddenly, Jabba's tongue was on her upper chest, and Leia trembled again, abandoning her caution and glaring quickly down at his task. The tongue's final inches were pointed downward, its tip changing direction as it slid left, then right, over her skin, moving with weird, disturbing intent in slow passes…slowly going down over the softening thickness where her breasts began. She couldn't help herself—she groaned aloud, an accumulation of her disgust, frustration, anger, and—she had to admit it to even herself, now—fear.
Just what was Jabba doing to her? All the previous occasions, he'd either been obviously just trying to humiliate or disgust her; even when he was feeding himself (and her) earlier, the act of using her naked flesh as a truth had been nothing more than a revolting act of hazing. But this—
…his tongue was now reaching the dip of her cleavage…slowly passing over the exposed middles of her breasts…
—this was, in every way, sexual molestation. And that disturbed Leia on a level deeper than any interrogation or threat had ever gotten to her. No, not even witnessing her home planet being destroyed as a means of getting her to talk had been quite so…invasive as this.
…contracting into a narrow, probing digit, pushing down between her breasts, making her shudder, moaning again…
"Stop…please…" Leia whispered, closing her eyes, growing truly afraid, now. She felt the Hutt's flesh quake against her, a miasmic stench drifting past her features as he chuckled.
…and even now, one of his hands slid up her side, moving right for the hook holding her top in place—
Raised voices.
Leia opened her eyes and turned to the sound, even before Jabba's tongue retracted, strings of saliva stretching between her heaving chest and his mouth. She twisted in the Hutt's embrace, feeling his hand disappear from beneath her arm.
A bevy of guests were clearing out of the way as someone approached.
Leia couldn't help the feeling of relief, of comfort, as the dark, cloaked figure came striding into the center of the room.
Luke!
"Lu—" the name died on Leia's lips as she saw the cloaked figure setting down a large crate with long, thin, inhuman fingers. She closed her eyes, her head lowering slightly as defeat came rushing in.
Leia took a deep breath, then opened her eyes, wondering what the quick silence in the Audience Chamber implied about this guest.
The figure pulled back its hood, and raising his golden eyes – all three of them – toward Jabba, he spoke in a series of clicks and whistles. From its chest, a small metallic device squawked a droning, monotone voice. "I hope I'm not interrupting, sir."
Jabba spoke, so much flesh rubbing and squashing around Leia's half-naked upper body, his bulky arm loosening somewhat around her. She took advantage of this, settling down to a seated position on the throne. She once again wished she had brushed up on her Huttese, as she could not understand most of what he was saying, other than a welcome and asking the stranger what business he had with him.
The stranger bowed, then tapped a few commands into his translator box. Gone was the Basic, his words now coming out as Huttese as he launched into what almost seemed like a sales pitch, gesturing to the crate he had brought. Jabba must not have been too enthused by what was being offered because before long, he spoke with quick, loud grunts, gesturing with his lumpy fists and tugging on Leia's chain.
Within minutes, Jabba had managed to pull Leia close to him again, and he reached a hand down to stroke her shoulder. She tried to pull away, but he kept the chain taut, the collar threatening to choke her if she kept struggling, so she decided to put up with this relatively benign form of torment. Salacious Crumb did not make this easy as he leered and cackled, annoying Leia greatly. The stroking continued for a few minutes, but then Leia felt Jabba's hand move down over her chest, his repulsive fingertips slipping over her right breast, cupping it beneath the gold frame, rubbing the softness beneath. The links of slackened chain clinked noisily up against her golden top.
Leia noticed, then, that the debate between Jabba and the visitor hadn't stopped; even now, Jabba was grumbling something about his end of the deal.
Crumb apparently decided that Leia's discomfort was not enough with only Jabba's touch. Cackling, the lizard-monkey tried to poke at Leia's breast where Jabba's fingers didn't reach, making a sort of game of it until he accidentally poked the Hutt's hand. Jabba slapped the creature's hand away, much to Leia's private, fleeting relief. Crumb didn't dare return for a long while after that.
She noticed that one of the stranger's eyes was trained on her, the other two directed up at Jabba while continuing his pitch for whatever was in the crate. She eyed the crate curiously for a moment, squirming irritably against the Hutt's groping hand as she tried to guess what was inside, in an effort to try and forget the incessant groping. Jabba, not to be deterred from his pleasure, merely changed his tactics and started rubbing her back, his chubby fingers running up and down, slipping under the cross-straps of her top. That, and the cold links of chain, sent shivers up and down her spine.
No, Leia told herself, trying to twist away. Focus! What is in that crate?
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.
All of a sudden, there was a distinct change in the mood of the conversation between the stranger and Jabba, from casual to very tense. Jabba yanked Leia's chain firmly, making her fall back into his fleshy hide. The arm and hand holding her chain slipped around her torso, just under her breastbone, squeezing against her diaphragm. The more Leia struggled to pull away, the more Jabba made it difficult for her to breathe, and she felt slime touching her back as he dribbled more profusely.
Jabba began to bellow and shake his other fist at the stranger, and then that fist slammed down at the button she had been looking at minutes before. The stranger disappeared, dropping through an opening in the floor. There was a heavy screeching of metal down below, and the resulting cacophony of the Audience Chamber was startling.
Leia gasped as Jabba's whole body seemed to shake, but then her feet registered a vibration from below. Glancing quickly around, she realized that the throne was moving forward, stopping just above where the trapdoor had appeared. Now, a large grate that had appeared seemingly in the middle of the floor (probably normally covered by some kind of panel), and the audience was quickly gathering around it. Leia craned her head forward to see, but Jabba firmly tugged her closer again, trying to distract her by slipping his hand down into the space between her gold top and—
Leia grimaced, and continued to struggle with the beast.
She then heard a deafening roar from the other side of the grate, and she became quite still as a chill ran through her body. From below, the stranger screamed, and the audience got even more frenzied, fists pumping and multiple shouts and cheers hooting. The stranger's screams grew into crackling gibberish, and there was a loud, wet crunch, and the screaming abruptly stopped. Leia's eyes widened in horror at the realization of what was going on down there.
There was raucous cheering and laughter throughout the throne room as more monstrous sounds of eating arose. Leia turned to look back at Jabba as the throne rolled back into place under the alcove. He had loosened his hold on her during the ordeal, but had not slackened her chain very much. Bib Fortuna came over, laughing heartily, and struck up a conversation with the Hutt.
Leia's mind raced. Why was he molesting her (just another slave, as far as the dealer knew, for all intents and purposes), while conducting business of some kind, only to dispatch the stranger in such a heinous manner? For a fleeting moment, she thought she knew the answer, but then told herself that she was being self-centered; obviously, the deal had gone sour, and Jabba had brutally executed the dealer. And as for why he had been treating her as he did, perhaps he just wanted to make the dealer uncomfortable; perhaps it was just a ruse, a tool to flaunt the power that Jabba wielded.
But the thought returned to Leia, and she felt her heart sink as it became distinctly more plausible. What if all of that was just an effort to make her uncomfortable?
Leia swallowed hard. Jabba's hand had returned to her shoulder, rubbing it gently. She didn't just have a bad feeling about this anymore…no, it was in fact quite worse than that.
The morning went pretty lazily by after that.
Leia had been busily brushing away the remaining bits of clotting Hutt saliva on her body and slave garb, amazed once again at how clean her flesh was beneath the caked-on slime; but of course, in the wake of that, Jabba had pulled her close again to caress and molest her body some more, ravaging her skin with his lustful tongue and disturbingly intentful hands.
At one point, the Hutt helped himself to his armrest's murky water tank, plucking one of the live frogs from it, splashing Leia's bare abdomen with cold water, making her gasp - and Crumb cackle. Jabba devoured the poor creature whole, its squeals and yelps of terror disappearing amidst his own gurgling, slurping gorge. Leia turned away, flinching.