Leia opened her eyes, turned back to Jabba-and was met with his tongue, still stretched out, as it planted a sloppy kiss squarely over her mouth. Groaning and twisting away again, spitting his foul slime out of her mouth. As the room burst into laughter and jeering taunts, Leia quickly silenced such thoughts.
There was a pressure on her lower abdomen, then a tugging. Leia glanced down-and saw Jabba's own huge, fumbling hand into the inside the front plate of the bikini bottom. He got off on the power he held over others, and no doubt thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure of her CAPTIVITY – a veritable "guest" in Jabba's palace.
She relaxed, but only for a heartbeat. Something still left her feeling so…vulnerable. And as Jabba's clumsy hands continued to work inside the front plate, rubbing her pussy Leia felt some interminable dread sinking a hole deep inside of her. Leering at her with his cold reptilian eyes and continuing to work with his stubby and swollen fingers, Jabba clumsily-or at least it seemed so-tugged at the thin black strings holding her top.
The crowd of courtiers, including Jabba's noisy little pet, looked on in obscene glee, obnoxiously laughing and cheering Jabba on with each little sign of progress. As the gold brassiere began to give way, Jabba clasped a hand on it as if to pull it free and gently squeezed Leia's breast in so doing. She flinched slightly, silently chiding herself. Why give him the satisfaction, she thought. She looked back at him, half in outrage and the other half just to see if he'd noticed her reaction to the assault. Jabba's eyes had widened, that sickly grin growing wider, indicating quite clearly that he had. Reaching up with his other arm, he clasped the other side of the brassiere with the hand that had up to this point been uninvolved, and pulled down. . She hardly noticed until she felt another rough tugging at her waist that he had started in on the last obstacle to his experiencing her in the full flesh, her bikini belt that held the plates together.
His fingers on both hands pressed so hard into her lower abdomen that she thought her stomach would burst, and slid down under the oval shaped waistband. Jabba impatiently pushed the whole bikini belt down, while the other hand unfastened the oval hip fastener. Falling on to the throne, only wearing her Jerba leather boots, a Dug grabbed her bikini, as the crowd threw it around mocking Leia.
Finally, she stood before him completely naked, humiliated and frustrated at her inability to even move her hands to retain some measure of modesty in the presence of this loathsome beast. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life especially since she was naked since after the execution of her friends, thinking to herself that even the Empire would allow her more dignity than she was being afforded right now. She then remembered that the current galactic regime and the criminal underworld were two vastly different entities. Knowing how wide a gap that was, as she stood bare in front of possibly the most notorious underworld figure the galaxy had ever known, her skin both glistening with sweat and breaking out in goosebumps as she waited for what was to come next. Jabba grinned widely at his newest captive, and uttered a short phrase that she didn't understand, but Threepio translated as "That's much better". Suddenly there was a very loud and raucous rumble of laughter in the room that seemed to reverberate off the walls.
Someone jeered loudly behind her, and Jabba twisted, the end of her ponytail. Salacious Crumb had stalked behind her and was pointing at her still-exposed rear. Leia blushed deeply —and suddenly her breasts were free. The laughter built, and Leia, feeling her face burn, sighed in annoyance. Jabba, who'd been silent in his scrutiny of her naked body, finally burst out laughing. After he was done, the Hutt shared a glottal communiqué. As Threepio turned to the entire audience, and spoke loudly, Leia exchanged glares with Jabba, hers coldly humiliated, his smug and…Leia couldn't figure what else, but as they traveled over her exposed body once again, he licked his lips, making her skin crawl.
Leia then heard a dull metallic sound somewhere behind her, getting suddenly louder. She turned just in time to see Bib Fortuna standing there, his clawed hands raised and holding what looked like a large metal pincer. Leia instinctively ducked back, temporarily forgetting her modest hand as she raised them in a semi-combative posture.
History repeated itself, then, as Jabba's voice broke in, and Leia turned back to him, wide-eyed, angry, disgusted…and deep inside, very fearful. It didn't sound like the same order he'd given earlier when he'd had her…brought closer to himself, but the same kind of tone was there. She felt the short hairs on her neck suddenly stand on end.
Leia turned to watch the guards; they didn't move. That just left Bib—
—a cold kiss of metal upon her skin; Leia shivered, twisted fast, arms flailing—
—Bib's bared fangs, unmoving, still somehow seemed to chomp with a loud, reverberating click—
—Leia swung an arm for his ugly face—
—and she gagged the cold collar and hard pressed against the front of her throat. Leia grabbed at her throat and felt (with some annoyance at herself for expecting something—anything—otherwise) the metal collar, tight around her neck.
There was a metallic clinking. Leia turned back to see Jabba gathering up the length of chain, lifting the crooked slack on the floor until it was draped in mid-air between his hand…and her neck.
"Da eitha," Jabba spoke.
Leia pursed her lips, not sure if she should give him the dignity of a response.
"Da eitha," Jabba repeated.
Leia felt what seemed like a blow to the back of her neck, and her head tipped back, body rocking forward, as she stumbled to keep her footing. Some of the chain touched her mid-chest—
—from the slack it had achieved after the swift tug Jabba had given it.
"Da…eitha." Jabba spoke the words slowly, pointing at his belly, and he licked his lips again, yellowish rivulets of slime dribbling down over his doughy chins.
Not able to think of any other course of action, and under her present circumstances feeling not the least bit able to act otherwise anyway, Leia slowly closed the distance between herself and the Hutt, taking tentative steps.
At that moment, Jabba gave the length of chain he was holding an impatient tug, and Leia stumbled the rest of the way, trying desperately not to fall to the hard stone floor. Instead, she found herself pressed right up against Jabba, her hands resting on the folds of fat that was his chest to break her fall. Her soft and smooth breasts and belly made contact with his rubbery and slick reptilian hide and sunk in slightly, causing her immediately to flinch and squirm in an effort to get away. No sooner did her mind manage to tell her arms to push herself away, Jabba's left arm encircled her waist and held her firmly against him. Her hips and lower body were thrust forward into his lower belly as she tried to gain leverage against his hold, making short squishy sounds as she struggled to free herself from it.
Hutt, who was watching her and patting his belly. She did not relish the thought of sitting that close to him, or having him near while she slept, but the chill in the chamber was really starting to get to her, and she knew that she would need all the rest she could get to keep her wits about her for whatever lay ahead. She grudgingly sat down on the edge of the throne and hoisted herself up, falling back against his corpulent mass, which gave him far too much enjoyment for her liking, as he chuckled lightly, gurgled and belched, and licked his lips. , Leia's naked body pressed up against the greasy pile of flesh that was her slimy captor.
Jabba's huge nostrils flared, wet at the edges, a warren of yellow-green trails dribbling from beneath them into his own lips. Leia pressed her hands to his bulk in an ultimately pathetic attempt to push herself away from him, but already Jabba was sliding his chunky arm around her waist, pulling her close as his huge lips opened—Leia groaned and twisted her head away, hoping that not seeing it might somehow counteract having to feel what was coming—but instead of slimy sounds issuing from his dribbling, toothless cave of a mouth, Jabba spoke.
"H'chu apenkee" meant nothing to Leia, but she supposed it was some crude greeting. She half-turned her face to him, still flinching, waiting for him to do awful things to her…but that seemed to be all, for the moment. Leia said nothing.
slipping his tail up over her legs…all the other things he might have done to her—when suddenly Jabba's grip seemed to loosen, and Leia twisted back to look.
A human—tall, dark-skinned, bearded—had appeared and was bowing. He spoke in Huttese, but with a distinctively Basic twang. Leia's lips parted, but she forced herself to be quiet. What good could a Basic-speaking cohort of Jabba's possibly be to her at this point? As the man spoke, he counted off on his fingers as he did—and at one point, his eyes strayed to Leia, drop down slightly, then return to his slimy ruler. Leia didn't blame him for that; so much exposed flesh was likely to draw attention, and this man seemed polite enough to not ogle for long. Something told her that if she were able to talk to him, she might be able to trust him; she had to keep that in mind, even if no such opportunity were ever to present itself.
When the man was done running through whatever options he was giving Jabba—Leia thought she'd counted seven in all—Jabba spoke, a great wave of halitosis welling over Leia, making her gag. The man nodded, grinning, and his eyes found Leia's. He glanced back at Jabba, and said in blessed Basic, "Creamed grains coming up!" Jabba blurted a word, and the man ran off. Leia felt her mouth water.
Creamed grains…a most primitive dish, often culminated by farming communities throughout the galaxy on the more deciduous planets, but as she'd not eaten since the middle of the previous day, Leia's stomach gave in to the thought of food. She turned back—
—And was met with a slimy kiss.
This time it was worse, Leia decided, as the gelatinous saliva from Jabba's mouth not only covered her face and neck, it ran down under the collar and onto her bare chest as well, some of it even reaching her navel and dripping into it. This was enough to cause Leia's gorge to rise, pushing the boundaries of her disgust to their absolute limit, and she started pushing against Jabba's chest and face. This momentarily caught the Hutt by surprise, and he relaxed his grip. Not expecting this, Leia kept pushing and suddenly felt herself falling back and sideways.
For a second, she thought her body would break on the edge of the dais but thankfully it was well covered with some kind of animal hide as well as the pillows and her fall was cushioned not only by those, but with the end of Jabba's outstretched tail. This caused Jabba to let out a surprised grunt, but then an amused cackle. When Leia regained her senses, she realized she was lying prone on her back, the tip of Jabba's tail situated squarely between her naked thighs, twitching slightly in the direction of her exposed loins. With a startled gasp, she rolled to her side and off the dais, breaking her fall by throwing her hands out in front of her and reflexively bending her knees to stop herself. A quick shock of pain flashed through her as her knees contacted the stone floor, and then another as a tug of the chain and tightening of the slave collar at the base of her throat brought an end to her escape attempt. She looked over her shoulder at her captor, who was beaming smugly down at her, and she could only imagine the perverse pleasure she was giving him in her present position.
She stood up carefully and silently, glaring at Jabba with as much defiance and contempt as she could muster.
Jabba watched Leia rise carefully, but if he was amused or disapproving of her resolve, he did not comment. Leia became fully straight, waiting for another tug on the chain…but nothing came. Jabba simply stared down at her, his huge eyes dilating as they sluggishly lifted and turned from one point to another—her skin crawled as she could practically feel them, like his groping fingers and that horrible tongue, traveling all over her naked body. Leia decided he'd had enough—and she crossed her arms over her bare, still-wet, chest.
Jabba's eyes suddenly lifted to hers, his lids slowly lowering. He lacked hair of any kind, but even without it, Leia could tell he was frowning.
Leia couldn't take another moment of this.
"Look," she said. "If you're going—"
Jabba swiftly yanked her chain, his mouth twisted in a silent grimace, and Leia's arms pinwheeled as she was thrown off-balance. She was up against him again, suddenly, and she tried pushing herself back—but he'd slid an arm around her waist, clutching her bare pelvis against his huge belly.
Her back was arched now, her breasts lifted in the air, the chain slackened down between them—but already growing tighter as Jabba's hand slid up its length—and along her belly in the process. Leia grunted as she twisted to the side, trying to pull free. Jabba yanked her chain, and her upper body was pressed close again.
"Ooh na tch'atha…" Jabba gurgled, his belly rumbling against her bare flesh. Leia groaned, flinching, and pushed her hands in wild thrusts against Jabba's belly, but his arm and his firm grip on the chain were not letting up. Something touched Leia's bare rear, and she yelped and twisted her head back, and saw it was—of course—Jabba's hand. She threw her glare back at him. This could not be happening; he could not be trying to—
Jabba started laughing. She refused to show Jabba how scared she had suddenly become, but she forced herself to remember the plan: make him think he's winning—which shouldn't be too hard, as Leia flinched, feeling an icy plunging sensation in her stomach. "No," she managed. Jabba's laughter increased, the thick, piled rolls and flabs of flesh below his chin jiggling against, around, her breasts. It wouldn't take much to convince him she was scared at this point, Leia decided.
Jabba's tongue emerged again, slime dribbling thickly onto Leia's chest, and now she couldn't stop herself—she turned away and uttered a loud groan of revulsion. There was damp warmth in the air below her face, and seconds later, he began to lick her breasts.
At least that is what she THOUGHT he was doing, and for all she knew, it was what he meant to do. The putrid warmth of Jabba's breath hung in the air, the slime clinging to her upper chest but he seemed to be stopping there. She looked back at him, and saw that his tongue was still out but he was looking elsewhere, gazing just over her shoulder. She looked over her shoulder to see the dark, mysterious figure from before had returned, this time holding a large bowl of creamed grains. The man approached the dais and hefted the container, placing it in the Hutt's waiting hand. His eyes met Leia's for a moment as he turned to walk away. All she could make out was a set of deeply set eyes and a leacherous grin. Then there was a yank on the chain and she turned her attention back to Jabba, who was holding the bowl under her nose and grinning just as lecherously.