The sand was growing hotter and hotter as the twin suns grew higher in the sky, and only a huge, passing shadow, thronged by several smaller ones, delayed the temperature.
The shadow was headed for the Boonta Eve Podrace. The shadow came from a massive, metal-hulled Sail Barge, with spectators, Jabba's men and guests on the barge, drinking on the barge, and celebrating, and surrounding it were several land skiffs, each carrying a small cluster of spectators… Jabba's perverse taste for human (or at least humanoid) women was widely known, and the subject of much gossip and distaste among his fellows and peers. Anyone who had ever set foot in his Palace knew of the things he did to the women kept chained and collared by his side, and so it was little wonder that he took extra delight in this particular captive. For she was Princess Leia Organa, the last surviving member of the royal family of Alderaan, a key member of the Rebellion, which most of them knew of her being Jabba's slave since her capture. Aboard the Sail Barge, Leia shuddered and retched, but somehow managed to keep the squirming feeling in her gorge down—which was even more nauseating to think about than the actual cause of the squirming feeling itself.
She was weak on her feet, even as she leaned against the soft, cushioned mass she'd been held so closely to for the past several minutes. She coughed again; the gold of her slave outfit's small bikini cups that only covered her nipples caught the dim lights above and cast flickers of glare into her eyes with the bounce of her breasts. The powerful grip on her exposed midsection lightened, and she pulled slowly away. Nearby, Jabba cooed something in his booming, phlegmy voice, then licked his lips, the wet slurps and squelches, now horribly familiar, filling Leia's ears. She listened carefully and waited for him to finish, knowing one word could redefine an entire sentence when it came to Huttese; she ultimately heard, "Do you enjoy your new outfit, my pretty?" Leia started to pull away, but Jabba tugged back on her chain, his chunky bicep inflating as he moved it past the doughy ro that constituted as a "shoulder,"and Leia's lips parted, baring her teeth as she let him shove her half-naked body back up against his slimy bulk.
"Let's give you a reward," the Hutt purred, his breath rank and hot and disturbingly humid upon her face. Leia felt him slide his hand down her back, pressing her lower body closer to his huge belly. She watched him lower his other, chain-wielding hand, heard—and felt, upon her bare thigh, making her shiver—the cold metal links as they slackened. There was a faint maneuvering of cloth as he worked his hand past her skirt.
Leia closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly as Jabba began.
After he was done, Jabba called a guard over. Leia, her heart still racing, turned and squinted through sweat-stung eyes at the Gamorrean guard that stopped at the base of the throne. Through a series of grunts, the pig-faced guard asked, "What are your wishes, my lord?"
"Bring my slave a drink." Jabba said. Leia turned to the Hutt; she then gasped as he suddenly removed his fingers from her.
"As you wish my lord," replied the guard, sounding slightly confused as he turned and lumbered away. Leia, confused and more than a little disturbed at the thought of where this might be headed. Hadn't…what Jabba had just done to her, hadn't that been reward enough? Hutts were not Force-sensitive, but it was still uncannily like Jabba had read her thoughts. "That was just you fulfilling your duty, my pet." Leia blushed and turned away. After a moment, she gingerly twisted herself away from Jabba's bulk—he wasn't holding her any longer, but she didn't want to make a big show of enjoying the freedom of having space between their bodies—and she made a subtle effort of using her front skirt to pat down her still-moist loins.
Leia had been allowed to sit down before Jabba—he preferred her to lie back against him, no doubt so he could keep both a voyeuristic and a watchful eye upon her—but was managing to keep straight up, so only the small of her back came in contact with Jabba's filthy flesh. From here, she couldn't yet see the goblet, for the guard's porcine features were only just visible above the wooden armrest and illuminated food bowl that Jabba slumped against. A frog swam by in that bowl, and Leia shivered and looked away.
"What?"Jabba asked, and the clink of metal upon metal made Leia's gaze snap to her side; the chain wasn't taut, but Jabba had pulled on it just the same. She was getting better about noticing when the Hutt yanked on it; she had enough of being caught off-guard and painfully choked by the collar. Though she despised the image it no doubt created in many a perverse mind—one of obedience, even enthusiasm—she'd far sooner willingly press herself up against Jabba, rather than be subjected to a series of painful asphyxiations first.
"I'm sorry," the guard repeated, and hefted the goblet (which Leia did now see). Jabba reached over the armrest and took it.
"What for?"
"One of the new droids is still training with EV-9D9," the guard replied. "It's fine with pouring wine from the caskets, but when I asked it to make a drink for you, it didn't seem to know what it was doing."
Leia sighed a small breath of relief at this. She had to wonder just which droid was doing this, and if it deserved a reward…if she ever got out of here.
Jabba said nothing. "I…I had him pour you some wine," the guard added.
"Fine,"Jabba finally said. Leia couldn't see his face, and didn't dare volunteer his attention by turning to look back at him, but she could tell he was annoyed. Behind and above her, Leia heard the loud slurping sounds of his tongue as he drank from the goblet, then felt the vibration of his belly as the liquid passed through his innards. There was another clink of the chain, and Leia turned to see Jabba looking directly down at her. He licked his lips, sending little droplets of slime (some discolored with the dark of the wine) tumbling down his chins. "Da eitha," he said, and wetly belched.
It had taken Leia a while for Leia to become somewhat accustomed to his ways (to say nothing or getting used to the repeated molestations and rapings he'd subjected her to), but she'd soon learned to understand most of the Hutt's commands and phrases. "Da eitha" meant to come to him, and when it came to doing that…he preferred her to be up close and face-to-face. This strange embrace, which he only received from his slaves (and Leia had witnessed Jabba take several in this manner, both before and after her capture), was just what she did now.
Rising to her feet, Leia turned fully to the Hutt and stepped forward, feeling the bulk press against her boots and bare legs. Shuffling her feet apart, she shoved her lower body closely to him, then pressed her hands to his mighty belly's upper slope (both for balance and for the mental reassurance, fleeting as it always was, that she could push herself away at any time), feeling the warm, greasy, unclean flesh squish and spread against her tightened stomach muscles, all the way up to her nearly naked-covered breasts. She kept her neck straight up, and even craned back slightly; he could easily "kiss" he rat this proximity, but a little trick she'd learned was to move her head awayas he licked her neck—the quicker he may remove his tongue from her face.
Jabba lifted the goblet and drank from it again, puffs of rank breath, cloudy with wine, welling over Leia, stinging her nostrils and making her let her own breath out and turn her own head away. There was a wet sound, and Leia closed her eyes, and indeed, Jabba began to kiss her, right on schedule, his long tongue warm and firm and so, so sticky. It pulled at the skin of her cheek and lip as it slithered and slopped side to side, up and down, the tip narrowing into a blunt point as it curled away from her face, little sticky wet strings of saliva stretching between tongue and skin as it was withdrawn back into his huge maw. Leia let out the rest of the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, and turned back to face him, knowing what was next.
Jabba took another big gulp of the wine, then licked his lips. Leia watched him move the goblet away, frowning slightly. Nearby (Leia glanced and saw), the guard perked up and shuffled over. Bib Fortuna, Jabba's Twi'Lek majordomo, stopped the guard and hissed something at him, his red eyes narrowing. The guard shrugged the Twi'Lek off, then continued, and Leia saw Bib glaring after him. Some kind of tension had come up between Jabba and Bib in the past couple of days, and Bib had been working hard on being as cooperative as easy possible with Jabba—but the Hutt hardly gave Bib any opportunities to show it.
Quorra had been lying down on a small flat round sofa in the back of the barge with some pillows provided for her, her chain had been attached to a lock attached to the wall of the barge. With some voyeurs gazing at her half-naked form as she lay there unconscious, As earlier Bib had drugged her making her fall unconscious on the barge. Her long plait dangled off the side of the sofa, with one of her legs nearly hanging off from it, while Salacious long finger went up and down her back feeling her half-naked form, Salacious then started mocking her, as the handful of people there laughed, calling the unconscious Quorra names. With some even groping her boobs and ass, as she lay there unconscious.
Jabba's lips tightened, and his wide, dripping nostrils flared as he let out a grumbling breath. "Hmmh." His huge eyes moved from Leia and cast around the main lounge.
"Ooaahh,"Jabba cooed, then pointed past Leia. She turned, not quite sure who or what he was gesturing at in the crowded space.
"Let's see if they can be of assistance,"Jabba said, and working the controls to his throne (which also served as a harness for a series of powerful repulsorlift coils), he moved them both further into the room, bumping guests and servants and guards aside, and stopped at a small table, where three sets of eyes turned to see what the great Jabba the Hutt wanted.
Jabba released Leia as he nodded (frocking his massive upper body forward could be called a nod) at the table. Leia pulled away slowly, but stayed right by Jabba's side, feeling his chain hand lower and press against her backside. The cold metal links made her skin become bumpy, but she suppressed a shiver as she looked over the three guests.
The Rodian sitting in the middle of the table chattered something in a language Leia didn't understand, and was quickly elbowed by one of the two human fellows, the one on the right, to which he added another nasal word. Leia was suddenly very reluctant to leave the throne. Taking a deep breath, Leia moved away from Jabba. He loosened his grip on the chain, then simply dropped it so it noisily clattered onto the top of his throne. Glancing curiously back at him, she saw his gaze shift from her face to her body and back before turning fully to Bib, who had then come closer to the throne.
Leia half-climbed, half-jumped off the throne, landing just beside Bib. The two exchanged uneasy glances before they went their opposite ways.
Leia slowly moved near the table, saw an overturned chair.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Princess," the human on the right said. "Let me get that for you, Princess." The Rodian laughed as the human, despite his mocking tone, reached over and dragged the chair into an upright position and pushed it towards Leia.
The man on the left muttered something. The Rodian commented. The right man said back, "They say you'd better. Jabba doesn't give breaks to just anyone."
Leia told herself to calm down. This was no time to get petty. She pulled her two skirts—designed to only cover her vagina of the front and just the crack of her but of her lower body—as straight as they could go, then slowly seated herself.
Forch leaned in and didn't even try to hide his wandering eyes as he spoke, his voice softer than his looks would imply, a rather pleasant croon to it really. Then: "'So do you feel comfortable in that? Or is it painful on your skin?', Before Leia was going to speak Jabba quickly pulled on her chain silencing her.
Forch ,"'The girl before you—'" and Leia knew to whom he was referring, a beautiful, lime-colored Twi'Lek named Oola; Forch knew she'd heard enough comparisons when she had been first taken into the Dancer Pit to be dressed after Jabba's initial…time with her, "—she was hard for Jabba to keep. Struggled a lot, made him mad, even insulted him once or twice.' Fun to watch after hours though." This last part appeared to be Anther's own comment, for he gained a toothy grin as he spoke it. "'You're a real change of pace for Jabba. He likes how you've come along, and I have to admit,'" and here Anther pointed at Nidhog, who in turn pointed at himself as he continued, "'It's been a lot more interesting with you on the throne, because there's actually something going on.'"
There was a metallic jangle, and Leia turned back to see the chain was a taut,zigzagging line leading straight from her lower center of vision, up through the air…and straight back to Jabba. He gestured from his vantage point, but said nothing. There were a few snickers from around the table, and Leia glanced back at her temporary company. Then her chain tightened, and Leia turned back to Jabba and climbed back up his throne. Jabba had gathered most of the slack he'd given Leia and thrown it back over his tail by the time she came to him. She was about to press into the slave's embrace. He licked his lips and slipped a chunky arm round Leia's bare waist, shoving her breasts into the folds of his slime-dribbled rolls with a series of noisy squishes. Leia, caught off-guard by both his comment and his sudden embrace, had been in an unprepared position that could only yield her so much balance before, so she actually spread her legs, feeling the belly-fat swell between them, her frontal skirt along as the flesh squishing against her inner thighs.
A little later, an announcement was made over the Sail Barge's intercom; they were halfway to the Boonta Reeve Race. Shortly after, she turned back to Jabba and actually stared. He had another goblet of wine in his hand! How many had he had at this point? And then, more hopefully, she wondered just how much alcohol could a Hutt put away before he felt the effects? Hopefully not much more, she told herself. She could imagine his intent in giving her something to drink; subdue her, make her do unforgiveable things…and it wouldn't be the first time. Drink up, she thought at the Hutt. See how you like losing consciousness. Her wish was a double-edged sword, however; after all, on one hand, she could hope that Jabba drank himself into a slumber…but if his previous bouts with having too much to drink were any indication, he might become rowdy, even violent, and that could make for some very unpleasant times as she "fulfilled her purpose." Leia suppressed a shudder at the memories.
Jabba then yanked her chain, and she came to him and pressed herself into his arms. He positively reeked of wine. He upended the goblet over his lips and sloppily guzzled its contents, then belched; it was a horribly loud, wet, smelly affair that made Leia, even now, having come so far in becoming accustomed to his loathsome touch, turn away with a flinch. "Care to take a look?" Jabba said, gesturing past Leia.
She parted her lips, a half-formed question materializing and dying on her tongue as she turned to see what he was pointing at. Not a table, not a guest, but…Jabba said "go have your time alone my princess, and Leia froze and turned coldly back to him. Jabba in Huteese "It's your last chance. My princess needs her time alone, and you know your place is with me." He licked his lips, and Leia's heart suddenly became very, very heavy. Of course, Jabba would say something like that; he wanted Leia to be comfortable. It was no doubt a part of his enslavement process; breaking more than just the body and the will of his captives, but their very desires to do anything except obey. Leia removed one hand from Jabba's belly and balled it into a fist by her side.
"Go on!" Jabba shouted, and suddenly planted a hand against Leia's chest and pushed—hard. Leia was caught totally off-guard, and her arms swung wildly as she pitched backward. She yelped—then stopped, suddenly rocked forward, saw the chain for one glinting moment, taut in the air before Jabba's retracting arm. Then the chain was snapping into a crazy, serpentine shape as it took Leia's center of gravity in the opposite direction, and she pitched forward, landing against Jabba's flesh face first. Then her knees painfully struck the throne as she fell upon them, and she fell on her side with a groan. Above her, Jabba was laughing.
Leia rolled onto her knees again and pushed herself up, glaring at the beast. Nearby, several spectators to this painful display of humiliation were laughing; Anther and Forch were among them. Leia felt tears sting her eyes once again, and she pushed herself up to her feet. Jabba kept laughing at her, but he made no move to gather the slack.
Leia turned and jumped off the throne and walked the short distance between the throne and the hull of the Sail Barge, moving past a few glimpsing guests as she made her way toward the windows. She peered out past the upturned panel, saw the golden desert and blue sky passing by, and sighed. She couldn't even see anything. Behind her, Jabba was still laughing, but after a moment, he stopped. Then suddenly, there—a narrow, dark shape appeared. It was a land skiff; and there, on top, there was—a couple of guards.
Leia's heart felt like it shriveled up and dropped out of her chest. For the first time since her capture, Leia felt she truly hated Jabba, and hated him with a passion. He'd molested her; raped her…made her learn to press up against him if he yanked on her chain…and now he was taunting her by telling her she this was her last chance to be alone. Leia bit her lip…and felt herself begin to cry.
It wasn't fair; it was horribly, horribly unfair. How life, how the Force, could let such things—
She perked up with a sniffle.
There was another skiff.
There were several of them, she knew, as she'd gotten a glimpse around the hangar when Jabba was driving them both aboard the Sail Barge on his throne. But when she craned her neck and counted the seconds as it maneuvered around a dune, she became very, very still—for it was then that she saw a glimpse of the guards on the skiffs. Trying to figure out what they were saying. The large crowd on the barge was so loud it was a full fledge party. There was some men gathered around her as she peered out into the vast dessert of Tatooine. The men gathered around her liked her new skimpier outfit.
As a slight breeze made the rear silk skirt flutter every so often as the rear silk skirt only covered the crack of her butt cheeks, as they would lick their lips in lust. Leia could hear them mocking her, and talking about how her new outfit fits her, as they would talk about the design of her outfit, and how it was the same as her first one, just very small. Noting that they enjoyed that the silk skirts were small in with, and only the width of an index finger and how the rear skirt only covered her crack while exposing the rest of her tight round bubble butt, while they noticed the front skirt, the same in length and width didn't cover anything, and the hip fasteners as they exposed her hips, along with stating how they enjoyed the designs on the very small gold triangular crescent moon plates that were the front only covered her crotch and just a few inches of her butt crack, over hearing one of them saying the most vulgar things they would do to her.
Leia trying to ignore their comments about her, they were amazed at her outfit and could not stop looking at the nearly naked princess. One lackey commenting on how her bra was just made up separate pieces exposing her hard firm breasts, but only covered her nipples, one of them came in close and touched the two black very thin strings that formed an X shaped across her back.
Leia glared back at the lackey in annoyance, as he told the others surrounding Leia that the strings were so thin it was like butt floss that can be used for a g-string panty. They laughed while some had their drinks in their hands. Leia looked out the window seeing some Banthas roaming around her leaned slightly forward, only as far as she chain would let her go, gave a slight smile as she enjoyed seeing them roam free at their own expense. Jabba said something in a low, gleeful voice, and the chain jingled, as she felt the cold chain against her naked back as it jingled against her back, as it was soon straightened, Jabba kept her on a very tight leas. Leia ignored it, most of the men around her bet some credits Jabba would pull on her chain again this time harder, but a moment later the chain pulled slightly, and she turned and glared back at Jabba; still drunk, still drinking, he mumbled something and chuckled; if anything, the tug was an accident, and Leia turned back to the window. The men laughed at her degradation.
Leia peered out into the vast dessert, having missed seeing the bantha's a little longer due to Jabba harassing Leia. She glanced over and from a distance saw Quorra on the round flat sofa bed, now awake as Bib took advantage of her while others watched. Leia wanted to do something but she couldn't, as her freedom had been taken away and Jabba's slave, being mocked at and called vulgar names to those around her. She turned back to peer out the window. One of the alien goons poked at her birthmark on her lower right back, then pokes it again, Leia stares back at him not saying then, just giving him an expression of annoyance. The men gathered around her laugh and mock her in amusement.
A hard, painful tug on Leia's chain brought her back from the window with a choked yelp. Leia staggered back, as her front skirt moved in between her legs, and the rear skirt fluttered in the air exposing her rear, as comments were made about her, as she made her run to Jabba, grabbing at the collar and twisting instinctively around to avoid being choked again. She grunted as she almost ran into someone, almost fell forward; she caught herself, took a big leap up onto the throne—
—and only as she rose up before Jabba did she realize what she was doing, even after all her impassioned awakening of hate of the Hutt. All at once, she straightened and pressed her half nearly-naked body into his, dimpling his belly with knee and pelvis alike, her plait whipping round her bare shoulders to the side of her bosom, the wet squishing sound of pulpy, greasy, slime-dribbled and wine-slippery flesh most repulsively loud as it pressed against her—and she against it.
She had obeyed him like she would have on any other occasion…because it was what she was supposed to do. She closed her eyes from the shame she felt pressing against her where disgusting Huttese flesh did not, opening them only when she suddenly felt something touching her back—something rough and narrow and sharp somehow—and she realized suddenly that it was a hand. She dared not look to see to whom it belonged; she had a guess that Bib and Jabba had laid aside their differences, and that the majordomo was trying to be of assistance once again. Jabba's men gathered around to see the princess drink from Jabba's goblet
Why, why, why? Why was she acting so weak? She hated Jabba; she knew that now. Leia sighed and looked away again. "Soon,"Jabba said, low with venomous intent, all signs of his drunkenness gone from his voice, "soon you will fully appreciate me princess." Leia turned and saw that his goblet was once again full, and he held it closely to their faces in a shaky hand. Leia glanced at Jabba's mouth, watching for any other words, then turned to look at his huge amber eyes. His wrinkled lids narrowed, causing his irises to swell into dark pits, and then they shifted slightly to the right. Leia followed them, saw they were looking at the goblet…
...which he curiously held sideways…
"Augh!" Leia barked as the first of the wine splashed onto her chest. She yelped even louder as the shock of the liquid, the action, the intent all overcame her, and Jabba began to laugh.
Nearby, there was a clatter of metal on metal—not Leia's chain, but something else—followed by the clatter of spilled dishes. There was a rise of familiar pairing of a voice and a series of beeps…but Leia didn't pay attention to the conversation that followed.
Leia tried to push herself away, to arch her back and get her messy upper body away from Jabba, but Bib's hand pressed more firmly between her shoulder blades, and she flinched at the painful pinches of his talons on her flesh. He picked up a goblet of wine from the table beside him and held it up to her lips, his hand over her shoulder pushing her closer, Leia put her right hand on his big chubby hand, that contained the drink, Jabba tipping it so the liquid ran into her mouth, she swallowed it as quickly as she could. Jabba's hand moved to her waist, as she was forced to continue drinking. Jabba's guests looking at the scantly clad Leia. The taste, acidic and unpalatable as it was, stayed on her tongue for a second. The Hutt caressed her face and back with his hand once more.