Time had passed and Quorra knew it was very late. But the night continued on. Leia now sitting on a large cushion as Jabba's tail is curled around it, Leia's feels Jabba's tail against her Jerba leather boots, the cushion provided for her by Jabba, sitting next to her master. Jabba keeping her chain taut. Leaving no slack for Leia his hand against her back as he holds her chain tight and very taut.

Jabba yanked on Leia's chain causing her to go against Jabba's flesh. Jabba stared for a moment at those tasty breasts and then he started to slowly lick them, sliding his tongue in slow passes over each in turns, rubbing its tip in small circles 'round the nipples, forcing them to harden and become almost painfully erect as the cool air touched the slime coating them.

"Ohhh..." Leia's moan sounded different from the one she gave the previous day. As much as she hated herself, it was arousing her immensely what he was doing. Her firm breasts heaved and wiggled as Jabba's tongue teased them.

Jabba caressing her thigh. He kept licking her breasts and groping her ass and then he shoved his other hand between his belly and Leia's thigh. Finding what he sought, he pressed a couple of fat fingers into Leia's waiting womanhood, sliding inside of her moist nether lips. Leia hitched in a sudden gasp and arched her bare back, grinding herself against Mighty Jabba, opening her thighs willingly to him now.

The Hutt watched her carefully, still slathering her breasts in saliva as he slowly reamed his finger up inside her sex. Leia slowed rolled her hips in time to the movements of Jabba's fingers, her chain clinking softly, a long, low moan coming forth from within her, deep and throaty. She touched herself, groping over her naked breasts, squeezing them, feeling Jabba's tongue slather over them and her hands. He kept reaming his fat fingers deeper into her, two of them pushing up and crowding her wet womanhood, and oh, the delight he took from her vocal reactions! He was also enjoying the conflicting looks of pleasure and disgust on her face.

A thin sheen of sweat began to appear on Leia, mingling in the cool air with Jabba's slime and saliva as she ground her womanhood harder on his invading fingers. Jabba's big belly got dimpled and squashed around as Leia's hips slowly gyrated and ground up against it, her breath getting heavier, slimy breasts heaving, hard nipples bushing over his flab, and he kept it up, wanting to hear her.

"Moan..." he commanded.

Quorra sitting submissively in front to Teemo in an up right regal position on his throne as she watched what was occurring in front of her eyes.

Leia promptly obeyed, closing her eyes again and loosing a salacious moan from her parted lips as she leaned her ponytailed head back, squeezing and clenching her entrance around Jabba's fingers and continuing to rub her breasts, pushing them against the Hutt's soft, doughy body.

"Uhhhhn..." she moaned.

Jabba released her backside - she wasn't going anywhere now - and groped at one of her breasts, cupping it and roughly thumbing the nipple, continuing to assault her sex with his fingers, spreading them out, curling them, pulling and stroking at her wet walls, making her so fucking wet... so close now...

Leia moaned, a high, whimpery little cry of need. She was close. She felt it building within her. The dawning climax. Her hips began to work faster, her juices dribbling out over Jabba's hand. And then he suddenly withdrew his fingers. Leia blinked, her hips bucking reflexively in the air for a brief moment before she slowly stopped, opening her eyes and leaning her head forwards to look at Jabba in confusion and anger. He simply stopped, leaving her panting and moaning against him but doing nothing else to fulfill her desire. Jabba licked his lips but did nothing else.

Quorra couldn't believe what Jabba was doing to Leia, especially humiliating her the way in the way he does, knowing she's a princess. She clutched her hand into a fist, Teemo glancing down pulled on her chain once reminding her of her place. She glances back at Teemo with a face of annoyance. The whole crowd cheers at Jabba humiliating her and taunts Leia.

Leia collapsed panting against him, giving another disappointed little whimper. He didn't volunteer to assist her. He just watched her with detached scrutiny, knowing exactly what he was doing. Biting her lower lip. He grabbed the chain and pulled it to the side, angling the collar to the back of her neck, and he tugged it hard, enough to make Leia stop what she was doing and try to rescue her precious air.

Leia's hands flew up to grab at the collar. "Ack...!"

"You touch yourself only if I tell you to," Jabba rumbled, then loosened his grip on the chain slightly, allowing her to breath, but keeping her in the chokehold. Quorra slowly moving across Teemo's throne, only going as far as the chain would let her go. She finally stops as the edge of the throne. As she was about to speak, Teemo pulls on her chain silencing her before she can say anything, keeping her chain taut with no slack. Quorra looks at Leia as she is is being choked by her collar, gasping for air , some of Teemo's guests start touching Leia as she on Jabba's belly.

Leia glances at Jabba with a tear running down her eye in pain. Jabba drunk out of his mind still choking her as he pulls on her chain more. Quorra trying to reach out to her, but is held back by her chain. Helpless not being able to do anything for her. Jabba slackens the chain for a quick minute as Leia breathes for air. Then on a dare Teemo tells Jabba to yank on Leia's chain more. Jabba taking the dare pulls on Leia's chain even more. Leia with both hands on her collar, helplessly gasping for air as she is being choked: Teemo looking at Quorra as she tries desperately to help Leia, looks at her tight round bubble butt, and licks his lower lip in lust.

Suddenly Jabba stops pulling on Leia's chain. Leia relieved slowly catches her breath. Breathing heavily. Quorra is commanded by Teemo so sit in front of him, doing was her master commands Quorra keeling on his dias, folding her legs underneath her thighs, while resting her buttocks on the heels of her feet. Lowering her until her rear is resting on the heels of her feet. Leia sits up in her regal position still catching her breath, as Jabba had never choked her so violently before. Jabba tugged on Leia's chain once more reminding her of her place, Leia glances back at annoyance.

A quite amount of time had passed. Both Leia and Quorra. The audience chamber is dying down, as everyone falls asleep even the Hutts. Jabba and Leia are escorted back to their private room, along with Quorra as Teemo only allowed this once to go away from his side.