A tremble traveled through Leia's body as she turned away from the bowl. She thought the food couldn't have come soon enough before, and yet now that it was here…she felt her relief dissipate into the air.
The smell of the off-white yogurt in the mix was acrid, the grains themselves adding a heady aroma that made her nose wrinkle. Leia turned her eyes to Jabba and found a twinkle of—what, anticipation, or even glee, maybe?—in his own.
Jabba licked his lips revoltingly, and then lowered the bowl. He placed it on the flat cover to his water bowl, and then reached inside. He dipped his hand into it (it was only then that Leia fleetingly noticed the lack of utensils), then pulled it out, his fat fingertips smeared and palm full of the thick, lumpy cream. Leia felt the corners of her mouth curl downward as Jabba lifted his first helping to his opening lips and extending tongue. He didn't so much eat it off as clumsily dump it into his palate, his tongue disappearing and re-emerging with wet smacks and slobbers as he lapped the remaining cream off of his hand, replacing it with a different kind of slime. Leia swallowed hard and turned away—
—then was swiftly yanked closer. The chain clinked noisily as its slack links collided, and Leia flinched as the bare fronts of her breasts shoved dimples into Jabba's squishy rolls. Her skin crawled, and her nipples hardened where they kissed oily flesh.
Leia glared at Jabba curiously; then, seeing movement, she turned to watch him reach for another helping. His hand rose and moved over the rim of the bowl, a thick clump of the cream dripping onto the throne surface, and a fly revoltingly lighted upon the stuff. Leia watched his serving hand move closer, up…then it stopped, directly in front of her face.
Leia's lips parted slightly. She glared up at Jabba, who was staring fixedly down at her. Her gaze dropped to the cream as his hand unsteadily rose closer toward her face.
Indeed…this was for her.
Leia pursed her lips, took a slow, deep breath, and timidly raised her hand. She was pretty sure that there were no utensils around, and the cream was no doubt doctored to Jabba's preferences (she was just a slave, as far as Jabba's minions were concerned). Even so, she might benefit from a few swallows of the stuff; and who knew?—she may even like it.
She extended two fingers to scoop it from Jabba's hand, missed it (her proximity to Jabba, and the angle at which her body was resting against his massive belly, no doubt blurring her perspective), reached again—and again her fingers only moved through empty air. In the background of his hand, however, Leia saw some movement, and focused to see the flabby rolls massed around his huge bicep shift and stretch as his arm moved back, and all at once she knew what he was doing: he was teasing her, making her reach out for it. Hell, he was probably trying to get her to beg for it; if Leia had learned anything from different interrogations, it was that she was incapable of giving a captor the pleasure of seeing her beg.
Nice try, she thought, and promptly lowered her hand.
Jabba's flesh quaked against Leia's body, a slight cluck coming from deep within; an amused chuckle, perhaps. Jabba raised his hand up to his mouth and proceeded to slurp the slime right off once again, and once again, Leia couldn't help but turn away as Jabba reached for another handful.
A voice from behind her.
Leia twisted in Jabba's embrace and glanced back.
The chef was still there, his eyes lifting up to meet Leia's. Leia frowned, wondering just what he was doing. There was a noisy slurping sound, and she turned back to Jabba to see him gobbling down the stuff, a few white clumps now dotting his yellow-green flabs. Flinching, Leia turned back to the chef.
At first, Leia thought he was blowing a kiss to her, and she opened her mouth in silent protest—when she saw the look in his eyes: wide, insistent, dark circles darting to the left and then back to Leia. His mouth worked again, and she realized from the flash of his crooked teeth that he was saying something: eat.
"Chuu pa," Jabba said, a thick, warm cloud of rank, ripe air drifting past Leia. She held her breath quickly, reminding herself to develop new breathing habits for the next couple of days. The chef, hearing this, quickly bowed and skulked away, his eyes dropping and lifting to Leia's again before he disappeared. Leia slowly turned back to the beast.
Jabba had really made a mess; drool and clumps of cream had dripped and dribbled down his face, and a droplet of the cream even now fell from his hand, which was raised (full of the stuff once again) before Leia again. The droplet landed on Leia's belly in one of the few places that Jabba's massive gut didn't touch, and she shivered from the cool wetness. She wiped it off, and then raising her hand uncertainly, she shook her wrist until most of the stuff came off.
Jabba chuckled again, and moved his hand closer to Leia's face. She craned her head back, and lifted her own hand—
"Noah," Jabba belched, clearly in disapproval.
Leia frowned, and Jabba shook his hand in front of her face, making another couple of droplets of cream rain down, now splattering her upper chest. Leia quickly scooped and plucked the stuff off of herself. "Well how do you want me to—"
Jabba licked his lips.
Leia sighed, starting to get annoyed.
"Look, if you're not going to let—"
Jabba licked his lips again, slime dribbling down his chins, and Leia fell silent.
She glanced at his cream-filled hand, then back at him, and realization hit her. She felt an icy plunge in her gut as realization - intertwined with humiliation - settled deeply in. So that was it.
He wanted her to eat right out of his hand.
For a moment, Leia considered going hungry. The idea of eating food out of this greasy slimeball's hand like some kind of lapdog was abhorrent to her. However, the hollow feeling in her stomach was growing, and Jabba was not likely to give up this puerile game until he had had his fill, and it was better to just get it over with so he would leave her alone, and hopefully provide her with some kind of clothing. It couldn't be that bad, she thought. Or could it? To keep her strength up, and Jabba's suspicions low, she had to. She bent her head forward, put out her tongue and took a mouthful from Jabba's hand. She was grateful only to taste the grains this time, since the handful Jabba had extended to her was still quite large. She swallowed, and not even looking at him, took another full helping. She could taste nothing different from the first, lolling it around in her mouth and then swallowing. She took three more tentative mouthfuls, tasting nothing but grains. By the sixth however, she had gotten right down to his palm and the texture and taste of the grains had changed somewhat, as the oils from Jabba's skin mixed with the grains to make them more oily and sour. She paused, looking up at him, and shaking her head.
The Hutt frowned disapprovingly, and then suddenly his frown turned into a sickening grin, and his eyes narrowed as he chuckled, making Leia's slick, naked body shake as it was pressed flush against his and her skin start to crawl, her eyes darting to the bowl of grains as Jabba took up another large handful. She turned her head away as his massive hand brought it near, pursing her lips as tightly shut as she could so he couldn't force it in her mouth, at least not without a good fight on her part. Suddenly she felt a warm moistness wash across her face and upper body, and then another more powerful bombardment made her look back and down, and then back up at Jabba with utter shock as she realized that he had just spilled the remaining grains all over her, and was holding the bowl in triumph, grinning with unbridled satisfaction. He tossed the bowl aside, and Leia watched it hit the floor with a loud clang that made her flinch, but then felt a jolt at her buttocks as she was lifted off the floor and cradled like an infant, rising steadily towards her captor's waiting mouth.
Leia could still vaguely hear the ringing echo of the bowlon the floor. It seemed to fillthe air for a long moment before suddenly hushing in favor of a metallic scraping sound; probably someone picking it up. She paid such close attention to the sounds, her thoughts processing them in the microseconds of thoughts that were able to fire through her brain's innermost chambers, even though the fight-or-flight instinct had kicked in to full force, and even now, all that the rest of her mental facilities were screaming that indeed…Jabba was going to eat her.
Her voice had risen from a surprised yelp, through the decibels of a disgusted moan, right up an emotional evolutionary line until she was screaming in pure horror, and she raised her arms and kicked her legs wildly, thrashing and bucking and squirming to do something, anything, to stop her entrance into the yawning pit of toothless gums. She'd rather face torture—death in some other manner—than to face this kind of fate.
Warm, moist air lifted under her naked front, and as his huge, flaring nostrils came dribbling toward her face, Leia turned away, still screaming, eyes shut as she prepared herself. Oh, now the Hutt's mouth was upon her, the claustrophobic embrace of so much wet flesh all around, the veritable gullet her destination. His huge tongue made its final pass down her body, right between her breasts, getting its first and last taste of her belly, and she twisted her neck away, her head lifting for one more terrible scream—
She opened her eyes, saw Jabba's face just below…but her perspective wasn'tmoving. The only sound in her ears now (beneath her decaying scream) was the racing syncopation of her heart. She was still. What was happening?
She felt Jabba's tongue sliding obscenely over her bare flesh, and now she noticedhis belly heaving up against her hips and legs, so much piled flesh and dribbling lips just against her belly, but…she wasn't moving. He was holding her in place as he—
Leia groaned again, and behind her came a couple of cackling laughs. (The audience was gathering for the day, she realized fleetingly.) Jabba was using her as a living plate from which to lick off his share of the grains. Leia blushed and hung her head, as everyone in the audience chamber jeered with laughter.
Jabba's tongue moved up and downand around, passing up under each breast in revolting turns before lifting around their shapes, the tip of the quivering oral appendage pressing and twisting around her nipples in turns, making them undeservedly hard before continuing its bestial passage. Acruel, sick, degrading action, and no doubt even for a Hutt—but luckily, Leia knew that the grains were running thin by now.
And indeed, soon enough, Jabba was finished slobbering her front, and after a few minutes, he lowered her to the throne, the tumbling links of her chain clinking noisily where slack met throne and flesh. He kept her naked, slimywet body pressed firmly up against his swells, and Leia shivered all over, still bristling with the adrenaline that had rushed through her, but it didn't matter – it was done.
After a long moment in his embrace, Leia was suddenly released, and she quickly stepped back and glanced down, then away, the mess on her upper body (slathers and smears of green, streaked with flecks of white and lumpen, soggy grains) enough to make her gorge rise (and really, she asked herself, what good would that do at this point?). She turned back to Jabba, wondering what he was thinking—but instead, he seemed to be reaching over the side of the throne for something, his upper bulk twisted, eyes unevenly narrowed as his arm seemed to fumble for—
There was a deep, vibrating rumble, coming and ending sharply, seemingly from beneaththe throne. Leia frowned, bracing her feet on the throne-top and balancing herself, wondering if Jabba wasgearing up to move them into another chamber; but after a long moment, nothing happened, and she turned back to the Hutt. No, he was just licking his lips now, both arms back in place. He saw her stare and grumbled something, pointing at his belly.
No,she didn't think she'd give him that much satisfaction just yet.
Then Jabba pointed and repeated, "Kayo makyean toopie?"
Leia shook her head. Jabba's eyes narrowed a fraction. Leia stayed alert, suddenly wondering if she'd made a mistake.
Jabba grabbed her chain (Leia saw now it was draped right over the huge mound of his tail), and she stepped back, watching him gather it until the slack was a mere curve in the fairly straight line of metal between her neck and his hand.
No. He wasn't going to do this to her again-and especially not right now.
But when Jabba tugged, Leia was naturally pulled forward, head tipping back as she grunted softly, and she staggered forward, stopping just short of him, her fists balling at her sides. Jabba pointed down at his belly again, and again Leia shook her head.
"No," she said, more firmly now.
Jabba growled suddenly—a primal reminder that he was a big, dangerous animal, and Leia felt the skin on her neck prickle. Jabba leaned forward, and Leia tensed, ready to resist his advance again—when she finally noticed something: he wasn't pointing at his belly; rather, he was pointing past it, at the throne, where much-worn animal skins protruded from under his bulk. She frowned, looked up. Jabba made a claw-like gesture with his hand, then moved it up—a grabbing motion.
Leia frowned, glancing at the skins, then stepped sideways very slowly, keeping her eyes fixed on Jabba. He didn't seem to be doing anything except staring back at her, so she cautiously lowered herself, watching the slack of chain dangling beneath her, which surprisingly did not go taut with any sudden yanks.
Gingerly reaching out, Leia grasped the leather (smoothed and flattened by years of wear and tear) and lifted. Beneath, the stone surface of the throne continued for several fingers' length, where it stopped abruptly, dipping down in a curve—a circular recess, filled with a thick wooden barrier. Lifting the skin until it angled directly to where it disappeared beneath Jabba's belly, Leia now saw a metal band stretched overthe middle of the plug, bolted down and with a little dip in the wood under its middle. It was a plug of some sort; but why would there be a plug under—?
"Toopie," Jabba repeated, and Leia dropped the skin in sudden revulsion, trying to forget the brownish stains and crusts she'd briefly glimpsed around the edges of the plug. She straightened quickly, and Jabba started laughing. Leia turned away, but a tug on her chain made her stagger closer. Jabba's hand suddenly touched her lower belly, dangerously far down, and she grimaced, trying to pull away, but Jabba hugged his other beefy arm around her waist, keeping her close.
Leia refused to give Jabba the satisfaction of squatting against him, much less while she was still in stark nudity. She wanted to preserve some of her dignity, no matter what she had to go through; however, the longer he gawked and groped at her, the more naked and vulnerable she felt…and still time ticked by, and still she had not yet relieved herself.
The door to the chamber hissed open and Leia turned her head to see who was interrupting them now (though she could admit that any pause from the almost constant physical torment was welcome). Much to her relief, Jabba stopped groping this time and loosened his grip on her. She turned slightly, the chain noisily dropping from some unobserved area of his lumpy flesh to land coldly against her bare skin.
Jabba pulled the chain again, and Leia turned to face him so he couldn't choke her. He licked his lips, and Leia swallowed her disgust.
Leia was pushing herself up and back from Jabba when she felt his hands brush over her bare sides with repulsive insistence, but she was faster, and managed to rock back on her ankles and pry her knees out from his belly.
Standing before him defiantly,flinching at him, feeling the sticky-wet smears of grease, slime, and Force-knew-what-other materials on different areas of her front. (A fleeting part of her mind, she'dlater recall, then prayed that her forthcoming wardrobe might help prevent thisfrom happening again.) Jabba suddenly flared his nostrils and growled once again, and Leia felt that sameprimal fear tensing her skin…but she didn't move. She continued to stare right back into the eyes of thisrepulsive beast, and dared not give him the satisfaction of cooperation.
From nearby came a purring whisper, and Leia twisted back to find Bib coming forth. He climbed atop Jabba's throne, saying something to the Hutt. Then Leia saw his big red eyes fixed on her own (she was hardly grateful for the false sense of modesty she got from this). He said something else, and Leia shook her head. "I—" she began, intending to say I don't understand, but the collar was suddenly tight on her throat—
"Hagghh-!"
—and she fell back, one leg kicking up, the chain slapping against her back as shetumbled through the air—
—and she landed against Jabba once again. The building chatter of the audience around them was interrupted by obnoxious laughter. Leia coughed painfully, grabbing at her throat, then at the collar, sitting forward—but Jabba's chubby arm quickly encircled her, pinning her closely to his doughy flesh, making the audience laugh louder.