Jabba dawdled through a string of Twi'Lek-accented Huttese.
"I don't underst—" Leia stammered as Jabba's other hand touched her lower belly, and she instinctively pressed her thighs together tightly, baring her teeth. She tried to wrench herself forward, but Jabba squeezed her closer, tighter, and Leia felt that mounting pressure inside herself get oh-so-close to breaking.
Leia very slowly pulled back, but Jabba made no move for her body or the chain. Her bladder was pounding as she bither lower lip and crouched, and lifting the animal skins away, she reached her slender fingers into the metal band of the plug. She pulled—
—but it didn't move.
Leia frowned, tugged again.
The plug was stuck.
She glimpsed up at Jabba, who just licked his lips and watched.
Leia looked back down, studied the plug more carefully. Its edges appeared to be level with the surface of the throne – if slightly recessed; so why was it—?
Leia suddenly felt a newly disgusted chill work through her as she now noticed the brown, green, and other mottled colors of the crust caked around the plug's edges.
This was going to be horrifying, she knew, but she also knew that making a mess on Jabba's throne might not go over too well with him, even if it amused him.
Closing her eyes, she got herself into a position with leverage. Focusing on the task, she held the plug with her left hand, grabbed her wrist with her right, and pulled. The plug cracked, then suddenly gave with a hollow thud, and Leia staggered back with the sudden force.
The miasma that welled up was nearly unbearable, but then so was the feeling of her need to refresh. Leia quickly placed the plug near the edge of Jabba's throne and crouched down. As the laughter built, and Jabba's belly began to jiggle as he joined the laughter with gurgling hoots.
Closing her mind to all but the task at hand, Leia spread her legs and pressed her pelvis against Jabba's quaking gut, crouching down and straddling the lowest slope of the beast's belly until she felt the cold, crusty rim of the refresher against her backside. She closed her eyes, and felt the sweet bliss of relief as her tension was released…and with it, more of her innocence.
Jabba watched her with what she was sure was glee as she gingerly dropped the animal skins back into place. Leia straightened and took a deep breath of air, which, compared to the stench emanating from the refresher, was as fresh as a morning breeze on Alderaan. She turned to look at Jabba, glancing up and down from his ugly face to the chain, pondering what possible choices she would be afforded now.
Jabba pulled on the chain, and Leia came to him.
Leia flinched, pressing her lips tightly together as Jabba's tongue came out to. smear thick, beastly kisses over them. She waited until his tongue disappeared, listening as the sticky slurping sounds died down with the retraction of his wet oral appendage. She tried to push herself back, her chain clinking noisily where it came into contact with her firm breasts. Jabba wasn't done, however; he slipped one of his hands, both of which were holding her hips rather disturbingly close against his belly, up along her back to pull her closer again, and he resumed licking her face. Nearby was an incessant giggle, and Leia bared her teeth. Did that damn lizard ever shut up?
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. Pushing into his fleshy rolls and lifting them up and down as her firm breaths fueled disgusted groans.
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.
…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.
So much flesh rubbing and squashing around Leia's naked upper body, his bulky arm loosening somewhat around her. She took advantage of this, settling down to a seated position on the throne.