The Palace was quiet in the early hours of the day, though not deathly silent. The snores and the light breathing of all the Palace occupants produced small peaceful noise within the Gala room.
Jabba, as always, lounged on his dais with his eyes shut and his mouth slightly agape, plenty of slime still sliding from his lips and his nose. His hand was grasped around the chain, holding it very strongly even when unconscious. His mind pleasing his sleeping form with a lovely dream about Leia.
Leia was lying just in front of Jabba's belly, the cold air of the Tatooine night constantly interrupting her attempts of sleep. As tired as she was, she couldn't fall asleep again as Jabba's tail was rubbing her leg ever so gently. She didn't dare move, as it would likely awaken her new master and he would be most displeased if his sleep was interrupted. And she would be the one to receive his ire.
She didn't appreciate the grotesque feeling of Jabba's tail on her leg, or how softly it stroked her, almost as if it was an intimate gesture. Worse still, it seemed to want to inch it's way up her thigh and proceed to her more feminine areas. She decided to place her hand right in between the tail and her leg, preventing it any access whatsoever, though not preventing it's gentle stroking.
She still couldn't believe her misfortune. The man she loved was dead along with her friends and worst of all, she was enslaved to a Hutt, dolled up for his pleasure, silenced, collared and chained to him.
Her sad thoughts stopped when she heard a cooing noise coming from behind her. She turned to look at the source and found that Salacious Crumb was awake now, his head alarmingly close to her thigh. She was disgusted to find that he appeared to be sniffing the area! She was about to back away from him and possibly even kick the Kawakian Monkey Lizard away again, but then she remembered what had happened last night, the collar and chain around her neck Jabba had used to torture her with. Her neck still ached, and she fears there might have been a bruise there now. With a collar-silenced grumble, she found she had no choice but to tolerate his presence. The perverted little Court Jester continued to sniff and stare around her thigh, knowing she couldn't move from her position and taking full advantage of it.
Behind Salacious, Leia could see Melina half asleep, her back fully pressed into Jabba's greasy flesh and a smile of pure content on her face as her hands lightly rubbed his skin, similar to how his tail was rubbing Leia's leg.
Leia shook her head, still unable to comprehend how someone like Melina could think of someone like Jabba as a wonderful master. Sure, Threepio thought that way, but he had been reprogrammed to. But Melina, she'd come to regard Jabba that way on her own. That's what it appeared to be like anyway.
As time went by she began to hear another noise, the voice of one Bib Fortuna, sounding annoyed as he seemed to be arguing with somebody. Even with the translation serum, she couldn't hear the conversation clearly. But her attention was bought when a familiar voice replied to Bib. "I must speak with Jabba."
A member of the rebel alliance had come.
She sat up slightly and gave the conversation her full attention, concentrating all her efforts on hearing what they were saying.
"Are you daft?" Bib asked him before turning around to look into the Gala room, relieved to see Jabba still asleep. He turned back to look at the rebel. "My master wants nothing to do with you. No bargain!" Bib told him, adamant in obeying his master's commands.
"You will take me to Jabba, now!" the rebel whispered. Leia could tell he was trying to convince Bib to let him in, and she wished desperately she could tell him about the Ysalamiri above Jabba's dais.
Leia had some hope that she would be saved.
Bib Fortuna just scoffed and shook his head at the Rebel. "Get out, or I'll have you killed." He threatened him with a harsh whisper. He turned around and went back into the Gala room, hoping that the rebel would just leave.
Sensing his presence, a number of guards began to awaken, the sounds of a few yawns and grunts echoing about the room as they got ready for whatever business this newcomer was here for.
Joining the room, Leia sat up straight with the poise of a princess. Even in this indignant slave outfit she was going to show her confident side when in the presence of the rebel.
From under the hood, the Rebel couldn't help himself as his eyes roamed over Leia's exposed body. He couldn't lie, he had always found her attractive, from the first day he saw her give one of her speeches to the rebels he could only ever describe her as beautiful. With the golden slave outfit accentuating her natural beauty, he had a sudden difficulty on concentrating.
Leia tried to indicate for the rebel to look upwards with her eyes alone, not wanting to incur the wrath of Jabba's many guards. But rebel seemed to be distracted by her luscious body. She found herself cursing her predicament even more so than before.
Threepio noticed the stranger stand in the middle of the room. He appeared to be a human, covered from head to toe in a large black cloak with a hood. Threepio instantly believed this man to be troublesome, and silently prayed that the rebel would deal with him.
Bib Fortuna had been completely unaware that the rebel had followed him. When he saw that many of the rooms occupants were looking his direction, he turned around to find the rebel standing there, his hands clasped together and facing Jabba himself. "I told you to get out!" Fortuna yelled at the rebel in annoyance before he could stop himself.
An audible groan came from the opening maw of Jabba the Hutt as he woke up from his rather pleasant dream. Leia felt the grip on the chain tighten, and an increase in the rate of which Jabba's tail was rubbing her leg.
Bib Fortuna turned to give his master an apologetic look, before quickly bowing in respect and sorrow. "Forgive me my liege, I didn't mean to . . . "
Who is this?" Jabba growled, his eyes focusing now on the rebel in the room.
Bib Fortuna turned to look at the revel, fixing the hooded man with a scornful glare. "He's a rebel friend of Leia's." Bib told his master before spitting on rebels feet. The rebel showed no reaction whatsoever.
Threepio raised his head in surprise. This man was a rebel. He knew his Master could handle this on his own.
Jabba's angry eyes switched quickly between both his Major-domo and the rebel. "I told you not to admit anyone that is connected to my princess, Fortuna!" He said accusingly.
Bib turned to look at Jabba again. "I tried to stop him excellency, but . . . "
"I must be allowed to speak." The rebel's monotone voice stopped the conversation in its tracks. Hoping that a stronger push might succeed where it failed before.
Bib could only look at him incredulously. "You're insane!" He remarked.
"He's a weak-minded fool." Jabba added to Bib's remark. Salacious chirped a laugh at what was going on around him. "He's trying to use that old Jedi-mind trick." Jabba belched a laugh, which echoed about the room.
"You will free Captain Solo from the and you will bring the Wookiee to me, along with the princess!" the rebel told him threateningly as he stepped closer, attempting to use his powers on Jabba himself.
Jabba could only laugh at the rebel 's feeble attempts. Leia looked at the rebel desperately, mentally telling him to just fight and free her from the monstrosity.
Your powers have no affect over me, boy, Solo and the Wookie are dead!" Jabba told him forcefully, pulling on Leia's chain to emphasise his point.
"Nevertheless, I'm taking the princess and her friends." The rebel said as he foolishly took another step forward, standing right over the trap door leading to the Rancor Pit below. The others in the room noticed too, awaiting for the excitement to come. "You can either profit by this, or be destroyed. It's your choice but I warn you not to underestimate me." The rebel told him.
Jabba snarled at the cockiness this rebel scum displayed. He seemed to think that he was the one with all the power, when he couldn't be more wrong. Of all people in this room, this palace, this planet, Jabba was the most powerful being on all of Tatooine.
Threepio was being dutifully silent as he knew his master could handle this rebel scum, but he secretly hoped he would take advantage of the rebel's idiocy and drop him to the Rancor below.
"There will be no bargain, young rebel!" Jabba growled as he roughly pulled on Leia's leash, earning a gasp of surprise from the enslaved princess. She breathed again as Jabba loosened the chain by a small amount, her eyes alone showing her annoyance with Jabba.
In his place where he had planned to be waiting for his arrival, he instead saw another one of the Gamorrean Guards. The chieftain of them too, from the look of him.
"I shall enjoy watching you die." Jabba told him, his anger replaced with a cockiness that outmatched even rebel's own. While Jabba gave one of his foreboding laughs, the rebel dramatically pulled a gun from the holster of a guard that was standing next to the Gamorrean. But to the rebels's surprise, the gun stayed stuck within it's holster.
At this, Jabba chortled ever louder, lightly tugging Leia's chain in the process. "You learn nothing rebel scum. You have no power here, only DEATH!" He bellowed as he quickly pressed the button to release the trap door, sending Luke falling into the pit below, and resealing the door quickly afterwards.
Leia audibly gasped as she saw the rebel fall into the pit. She tried to pull her body over it to get a better look, only to be restrained by Jabba holding tightly on the chain, more chortles escaping his drooling lips. Melina had also grabbed hold of her shoulders to bring her back dutifully into her master's flesh. Salacious was happily giggling beside her, both his hands on Jabba's tail and freedom enough to get a good view.
As the rebel fell out of the chute, he ended up landing on his hand, breaking it with a loud crack. He groaned in pain as the cells still detected pain and held it close to his chest with his other hand. Rising to his feet as he looked up to see that there was a barred viewpoint to the Audience above.
As Jabba laughed in anticipation of what entertainment awaited himself and his guests, Leia was having difficulty finding her breath. With the collar pressing into her neck and the stress of all that was going on around her, she wasn't sure she could handle it. She could hear Jubnuk next to her, giving his own oink-ish laugh of amusement. Leia glared at the pig-like creature, and he proceeded to laugh in her face. She wished he had fallen in the pit with the rebel, but it seemed fate had other plans.
She then felt the dais move, proceeding forward so Jabba could watch the game of cat and mouse below. Leia tried to push away from Jabba's flesh, but then Melina went from her shoulders to her neck and breasts, pushing her further into Jabba's slime. When the dais finally approached the viewpoint, Melina let go, stepping away from Leia and sitting on the dais next to Salacious so she could get a better view, though she still kept one hand affectionately rubbing Jabba's tail.
Leia tried to join them, but found Jabba's grip to be too strong for her. She would be forced to watch from there, with a limited view, while Jabba's hulking form towered over her. He would see everything.
"Chant with me!" Jabba told her as she felt her voice come back. Like a crowd in a stadium, all in the room began to chant in both Basic and their respective languages; "Kill the Rebel! Kill the Rebel! Kill the Rebel! Kill the Rebel!"
At first, Leia didn't join in, suddenly terrified beyond anything. With a sharp warning tug from her master, Leia began to obey, slowly joining in the chanting, quietly and half-heartedly. "K-kill the rebel, kill the rebel . . . "
Jabba pulled on her leash even harder, causing her to give a great yelp. "LOUDER!" Jabba yelled at her.
Leia shed a tear as Jabba released her. "KILL THE REBELI! KILL THE REBEL!" She screamed, her voice cracking as she did so.
The rebel could somehow pick her voice out from amongst the dozens of others. He knew that she had no choice but to say those words, yet it caused such an unintentional amount of emotional pain within him. But it also left him confused; just who or, what, was going to "kill the rebel"?
His unasked question was answered with a loud mechanical clanging. He turned to look and saw an incredibly large door opening, even larger than the entrance to the Palace. Behind the door was a terrifyingly large creature, a hideous behemoth with insanely large claws and eyes that stared into rebel's very soul.
"Hoorah! The Rancor!" Threepio voiced his excitement at seeing the imposing beast be revealed. Several of Jabba's court stopped the chanting so they could instead cheer, before returned to chanting soon afterward. Leia exhaled in defeat when she saw the beast revealed. Her Master tugged on her leash again for not chanting, and reluctantly Leia continued to chant loudly with the rest of the crowd.
The beast stepped out of its resting cavern and roared, shaking the whole palace with its deafening cry. The rebel stepped back two steps, not wanting to be eaten by the gruesome thing. While still cradling his broken hand he looked up at the chanting crowd, or to be more specific, the bars that blocked him. In a single bound, the rebel used the power of the force to leap high up, quickly catching onto the rails with his one good hand.
The crowd stopped their chanting and instead gasped, surprised by the sudden acrobatic move of the rebel. But then after a brief moment they went back to chanting and laughing, seeing as rebel had no way of actually getting through the bars.
Leia took an opportunity to pull hard on her leash in an attempt to break free and at the very least touch rebel's hand, but Jabba was impossible to be caught off guard. When Leia pulled, so did he. All Leia achieved was an aching neck, and a purple bruise from so much pressure being placed on that area.
"Keep chanting!" Jabba ordered her, and Leia continued to chant as another tear crept its way down her cheek.
Kill the Rebel, kill the Rebel . . . " she sobbed.
"Jubnuk!" Jabba yelled in the Gamorrean's direction. Jubnuk nodded his understanding and walked closer to the bars, getting his axe ready.
The rebel looked up at the roof from his position, his mind moving fast as he strategised. He noticed the crevice for the first time and saw the Ysalamiri clung to the tree. That explained why his Force powers didn't work. But nonetheless it was a minor detail and he paid it no attention, instead looking back down at the Rancor and the room so he could figure a way out of this situation.
A violent chopping sound was heard above him and the rebel screamed as incredible pain erupted from his hand. He dropped from the rail and landed flat on his back, horror-stricken to see his fingers had been severed from his hand. He was too distracted by the missing fingers and the spouting blood to notice the large claws coming around him, gripping his body tightly and lifting him off the ground. He yelled as the grip very almost crushed him, and he looked upward to see the Rancor's wide open jaw, coming ever closer.
Jubnuk laughed as he took a step back, patting himself on the back for severing the rebels fingers. The crowd loved him for that, he could tell as they cheered when he chopped them and he got a few approving nods from his fellow Palace residents.
Leia had no choice but to continue chanting through it all, her expression sad and her voice not nearly as vibrant as the others. She saw the creature pick up the rebel and her whole body began to shake with true fear and horror, she couldn't believe this was really happening right in front of her. Salacious continued to laugh next to her, mocking her in his own sadistic way.
With the rebel's head and shoulders now inside the Rancor's mouth, the beast bit down and a horrible crunch could be heard as razor sharp teeth pierced through skin and bone. The chanting stopped altogether and was instead replaced with many cheers and whoops. The Rancor continued to feast on the rebel, finishing him off with but two more slow bites and swallowing the remains whole. It gave a loud burp as it walked it's way back to its hovel, it's work done and its stomach fuller than before.
The cheers and laughs about the room were so loud, they could practically be heard from outside the Palace. Every individual within the Gala room was filled with happiness and satisfaction at seeing the marvellous display below them, all except for one.
Leia was sobbing quietly to herself, her cries silenced due to Jabba not willing her voice, her hands covering her eyes to try and hide her tears. With the chain taut she couldn't lie down or curl up into a ball, but she didn't care. One of the rebels who had served her had just been eaten in front of her. She didn't care if it was un-princess like, she just wanted to cry.
Threepio had started conversing with his fellow servants, commenting on the show and agreeing with their judgements. Before 9D9 had been gracious enough to reprogram him he would have been very timid around these creatures. But with the reprogramming he was much more confident, and much more comfortable talking with the likes of bounty hunters and criminals.
Salacious was still laughing mockingly at Leia, jittering a few taunting words of cruelty at the enslaved princess. She tried to ignore him. Melina meanwhile had crawled her way next to Salacious and began to rub Leia's shoulder in mock comfort. Leia shook her hand away in a huff. Melina then proceeded to move right next to her and wrap her arms around Leia, pulling her head onto her shoulder.
"There there princess. Your former life is no longer. Soon you'll have no one left to think fondly of you, me, everyone in this room and your master ." She whispered as she kissed her cheek. "No one left to love, but your Master."
Melina" Jabba called her name. She looked up and saw one of his pudgy fingers pointing to his Snackquarium. Knowing what Jabba wished of her, Melina stopped comforting Leia and walked over to it, looking at the Klatooine Paddy Frogs that swam inside it. She reached inside and grabbed one with both her hands, careful not to let the squirming slimy creature escape her grasp. She turned to face Jabba and his mouth opened wide. She delicately placed the screaming creature inside her Jabba's mouth and Jabba gobbled it whole. He licked his lips in satisfaction, and his tongue brushed over Melina's hand in the process, as she had not moved them away. Melina then started to lick her Jabba's slime off her hands, her eyes flicking to Jabba's as she did so.
Jabba gave a satisfied smile to the dancer. He looked down to consider the princess chained and collared to him. She was crying quietly to herself for the loss of the rebel. It was a surprise to him, as he only half thought Leia would cry. For the most part his theory was that she'd retain her poise, perhaps shed a tear or two and then return to being emotionless. Her reaction was not totally unexpected, but it still surprised Jabba at how much she reacted in that way. The rebel's death had almost left her from a strong willed woman to a crying babe, and that also meant she was close to her breaking point.
Jabba's powerful mind then thought of something; if the death of one rebel caused tears, what would the death of two cause? Three all gone in one day. He imagined the possibilities and they all pleased him. Perhaps there was another way to break the princess. A quicker way.
Pulling on her leash to bring her closer, and rubbing her shoulder with his pudgy fingers, Jabba issued a command to his goons. "Bring forth the other two rebels we have. It's time I dealt with them.
Jubnuk nodded before making his way toward the dungeons, two other Gamorreans and a Weequay guard joining him.
Leia ceased crying immediately and looked up to give a shocked look to Jabba. The Hutt smiled down at her surprised face, amused at her shock. His hand went from rubbing her shoulder to stroking her chin and cheek. Leia just huffed and turned her head back to face the front. Jabba wouldn't let something like a simple head-turn stop him however; his hand continued to stroke the right side of her face, his fingers going in circles slowly and softly. When she recoiled the Hutt laughed and pulled her closer to his touch, his hand stroking her skin as it travelled down her neck to her chest. Leia hastily recoiled again but Bib was quick to restrain her. Melina offered her another one of her sickly-sweet smiles as Jabba's hand went inside the bikini and slid right on top of her breast, pressing and squeezing the supple mound.
When Jabba willed her voice back to her, Leia couldn't help the gasp that left her mouth. Jabba's hand was slimy to say the least, but the sheer size of it allowed it to grope her whole breast, as if it were a perfect fit. Worse still, the way he pressed it and squeezed it had caused a surprising amount of pleasure for her. It was clear that Jabba had lots of practice in this regard. It disturbed Leia how much her body was responding in a positive way to Jabba's advances. She felt Jabba stop willing her voice a moment later. He only wanted to hear the sound of her body's reaction, not her words.
Threepio, knowing that he would be needed for the rebels sake, made his way to Jabba's side so he could translate for him. On the way there he felt something small and moist brush against his arm. He turned and saw the super-extended tongue of Ghoel. The intellectual wall-mounted Wol Cabasshite had a worrisome look on his face.
What's the matter Ghoel? Is something wrong?" Threepio asked him. Ghoel responded with three more licks to Threepio's arm, as that was his way of communicating. Threepio understood everything he said and shook off his concerns. "Oh, I wouldn't worry Ghoel. I'm sure my Master knows what he's doing." He assured Ghoel before turning again and successfully making his way to Jabba's side.
The crowd begun to go into a ruckus as the other two rebels were hustled and bustled toward the very centre of the Gala Room. The rebels still looked beaten and broken,. Their uniform had been torn asunder, and there was an evident burn mark on his forehead. One of the rebel also had a bit of a limp in his step.
Seeing Leia lying in front of Jabba, the Hutt's hand literally inside her bikini, the rebel could feel nothing but pity for her. "I'm so sorry Leia." He said to her.
Leia shook her head at him, unable to use her voice without Jabba's approval. To her relief, Jabba's hand exited her bikini and signalled for everyone in the room to settle down. "Threepio, invoke the Sarlacc Sentence." He said to Threepio before his hand went back down to stroke Leia's back in circles.
"Of course, my Master." Threepio bowed before his owner, turning to address the filthy infiltrator and the rebels. "His Grand Omnipotence, the Exalted Jabba the Hutt, has decreed that you are to be executed immediately."
"Not one for patience, huh Jabba?"one rebel asked, trying to be as confidant be in his position.
Salacious cackled loudly at his question. "No, Jabba no patient, Jabba take what he wants!" He said more specifically to Leia, eyeing her skirt plates. Leia did what she could to ignore him.
"You will therefore be taken to the Dune Sea, and you will be cast into the Pit of Carkoon. The resting place of the All-Powerful Sarlacc." Threepio continued.
One of the rebels furrowed his brows. "What's a Sarlaac?" He asked.
Salacious laughed at the ridiculous question once again. Jabba meanwhile licked his lips in anticipation of their fate, tugging on Leia's leash. The princess just rolled her eyes, her back still being stroked by his hands.
"In his belly, you will find a new definition of pain and suffering, as you are kept alive for a thousand years, as it slowly digests you into nothingness." Threepio seemed all to happy to tell them that, almost in a sadistic way that 9D9 would.
One rebelled yelled his protestation with it all. "Don't suppose we could convince you to let us live?" the rebel asked Jabba, his confidence gone and his voice reeking of desperation.
Jabba belched a laugh at the cowering man. "I may . . . If you tell me where the Rebels are hiding." He said to one of the rebels, which Threepio translated.
Leia would have gasped if she were granted the capacity, and she looked to the rebels with pleading eyes, hoping that he wouldn't divulge that information.
Only to be punched in the belly by Jubnuk. winced just by witnessing the blow, and bowed his head in defeat. He'd already made his mind up, and he couldn't see any other way out of the situation. "Sullust. They're gathering near Sullust." He rasped.
Jabba gave a deep hearty laugh, which echoed about the room. Salacious hopped up from his position and climbed the large base of Jabba's tail, jittering something to Threepio before jumping back to his favourite spot on the dais. An amused Threepio addressed both rebels again. "The Humorous Jestor, Salacious Crumb, has announced that it is now official; you are the worst Bantha Fodder to ever exist in the galaxy!"
The insult was met with even more laughs, both in amusement and in mockery of the two prisoners. "Take them away!" Jabba ordered his guards. They obeyed and dragged the still-struggling rebels out of the chamber.
Jabba continued to laugh as he enjoyed his assured victory, pulling on a shocked Leia's leash and bringing her colliding into his flabby belly, landing with a quiet plop. Leia was about to pull away when she felt Jabba's hand on her shoulder, making its way to possess her breast again. She also felt his tail travel further up her body as it continued to rub her, going from her leg to her arm and the side of her belly. With Salacious' cackle in her ear, she tried her best to keep her eyes on both the rebels as they were dragged out the room, only for Lyn me to invade her line of sight with her beautiful face.
Leia tried to turn her head so she could get a better view, but then Lyn Me grasped both her cheeks with her hands and forced Leia to look upon her. "That head shake was the last interaction you'll ever have with them. Forget your old life, forget those two, they no longer matter. Memorise the names and the faces of your sisters, and our Master's guests. You're going to know them for the rest of your life, my sweet sister." She said in an oddly sincere voice to her. Leia couldn't exactly argue with her, as much as she wanted to.
Leia widened her eyes when Lyn Me suddenly puckered her lips and planted a lovely kiss on Leia's own. Leia was unable to move or recoil from her position due to being so restrained. She could feel the gentleness of Lyn Me's wet and glittered lips, and what surprised her most of all was how much she actually found it pleasant.
Jabba meanwhile had turned his attention back to Boba. "Fett, remain here with my mechanics and the Jawas and tell them what to do. I expect the task to be accomplished when I return."
Fett nodded his head a single time. "It will be done, your lordship." He said before leaving Jabba's side and standing in a corner of the room, staying out of people's way as they vacated the chamber.
It took Leia a moment to get her head back to reality, and when she opened her eyes again she only then noticed that Lyn Me had separated. She suddenly felt the dais move again, this time at a much faster pace. She looked to see where they were going and she saw that they were headed outside the chamber, but they were going through a different exit to the rebels
After winding through a few passageways large enough to fit the Hutt and his dais, Leia found herself inside what appeared to be a gigantic hangar, where a dormant hovercraft the size of a cruise ship lay waiting.
"Ooh! We ride! Ride Khetanna! Master's Sail Barge!" She heard Salacious jitter beside her, as the dais made its way aboard the giant vessel.