The Dune Sea was what it's name implied, an endless and vast ocean of nothing but sand, sunshine, and death. No settlements, no oasis's, no real walks of life except for Banthas, and no real way of survival if a soul ever found their self lost in its endlessness.
It was here that Jabba the Hutt's large and powerful Sail Barge, the Khetanna, which had been rebuilt making it three times larger than his original fitting more people the Barge, was sailing its way towards its destination, floating just above the sand as if there were an expanse of water between the ground and the barge, and moving at a reasonable speed. Alongside it two skiffs sailed close by, one carrying a few of Jabba's guests, the other carrying a small group of his guards, plus his two prisoners.
Loud and lively music could be heard from within the confines of the imposing vessel, its hull vibrating with the bass of the tune and the excitement could be felt from its tempo, plus the various alien noises of happiness and enjoyment coming from its many occupants helped to indicate it was a rather pleasant voyage.
From inside the barge, one could say it was even more exciting than just hearing the noise outside. As the band happily created the rhythmic tunes for their audience to enjoy in the passing time, the droid's dutifully served food and drinks to their Master Jabba's guests. The guests were enjoying themselves as they rode towards the Sarlacc Pit, engaging in virulent conversation and taking in the delicious food and drinks served to them. It seemed everybody there was happy.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. Every single occupant was enjoying the ride and the extravaganza, all except for one singular individual: Princess Leia, who was still dressed skimpily in her golden bikini, still chained to her Hutt Master, still enslaved to Jabba.
She sat on the base of her Master's tail, trying her best to focus on ignoring everything going on around her, but ultimately failing. She tried to take her mind anywhere but here, but her attention was constantly called upon by the pounding music and the numerous voices surrounding her. She could see Jabba and Melina's interactions from the corner of her eye, the dancer wrapped in the Hutt's slimy embrace, his hand holding a goblet filled with alcohol, and his arm keeping her close. Between all the licking and the giggling she could hear them whispering sweet nothings to each other. Or at least their equivalent of such things.
Leia still felt uncomfortable when around him. It seemed impossible to ever be out of skin contact with her Hutt master. The upside of sitting on the base of his tail was that the tip couldn't rub her leg anymore, but the downside was now her rear was moist due to the constant sliminess of his skin.
She briefly examined the room to get a good glimpse of all the barge's passengers. In amongst all these lecherous creatures, the room should feel crowded. But seeing as they were all strangers, ruffians, the general scum of the Galaxy, she just felt alone. Not even the two droids she once associated with felt like good company, seeing as they had both been reengineered to serve Jabba. They were strangers to her too.
Go, gaze at your friends while you still can." He said to her as he loosened his grip on the chain, giving her just enough slack to barely make it to the window on the other side of the room. Leia gave a slight nod of her head before turning and walking to the window, forever mindful of the lustful glances she would receive on the way there. Luckily though, no-one decided to touch her.
She reached the window and felt her collar tighten. As her throat constricted she turned her head to look at Jabba, assuming that he was pulling on it to bring her back to him. But when she looked, she saw his attention had returned to Melina. She had reached the end of the chain's length, she couldn't move any further away from him.
Thankfully though, she was able to gaze out the window, and even place her hand on the wall beside it. She gazed at her two friends on the skiff outside, their faces looking as glum as they did when they were sentenced to death. It wasn't like they had much to be cheerful about, no words of encouragement or reassurance could lift their spirits.
She longed to be out there, standing with them. No words of comfort or smiles of encouragement, just to be in their presence would feel wonderful. She wouldn't even need to be out of that horrid outfit and in something more appropriate, she didn't care about that. Just knowing she stood next to them within arms reach would boost her morale in an instant.
Wanting her back in his presence, Jabba forcefully yanked on her chain. "Return to me, my princess." He called out to her.
Leia merely glared at him before turning her head back to continue gazing at her friends, memorising their faces like it was the first time she saw them.
Jabba could only laugh at her misguided pride. He looked at his submitted slave in his arms and she looked at him expectantly and submissively. "Be prepared to catch her." He ordered her. She smiled and nodded her head in understanding, taking a single step backwards to make room for her.
Jabba put his back into making a much harder pull of the chain, one that Leia couldn't resist with even her greatest strength. Leia choked on the collar as it pulled her backwards and she ended up running toward her Hutt master to relieve the pressure around her aching neck, her grunts of pain and discomfort silenced by the chain.
Out of instinct to save her face and torso from colliding into Jabba's belly, Leia reach out with her hands and pressed them into his slimy flesh, supporting her upper body as he pulled her closer. She was about to recoil when she felt two soft hands with sharp fingernails on her back, just beneath her shoulders. When she also felt the soft plumpness of a woman's breasts also press into her back, she knew it to be Melina.
Her attention was then focused on the leering Hutt in front of her. She couldn't help but lose herself when staring into those orange reptilian eyes, studying her face and body at every opportunity they could.
He opened his mouth and his slime-coated tongue proceeded to give her cheek yet another horrid lick. Leia still turned her head and scowled in response. For whatever reason, it didn't feel as bad as it did when he first licked her. By absolutely no means was she finding it pleasant, but she did wonder if perhaps her body was just getting used to it.
"You know my lovely I like you by my side. When your two rebel friends are dead you will truly learn to appreciate me." Jabba slurred to her. Although lecherous in it's nature, it almost sounded affectionate at the same time. Raising his goblet to her face, he spoke again. "A toast, to the deaths of your friends." He announced.
Feeling her voice come back, she couldn't help the glare that she sent his way. Knowing why he was presenting the slime-coated goblet to her, she flared her nostrils to keep her nerve and used her voice for the first time in a long while. "To the deaths of my friends." She said monotonically. To her relief, Jabba didn't force her to repeat it like she meant it, and proceeded to bring the rim of the goblet up to her lips.
She could immediately smell the strong flavour of the alcohol within the goblet, and the first thing she tasted when it pressed against her open lips was Jabba's slime on the rim. She held firm and decided to get this ordeal completed quickly, and so she opened her mouth wide to take in the heavy Huttese mixture. It tasted foul initially, but it seemed to get better he more she tasted it.
She quickly realised that Jabba was angling the goblet more and more. He alcohol was pouring faster than she could drink it. Eventually, the goblet went downwards and overflowed Leia's mouth, spilling down her cheek and dropping into her bosom.
Looking to Jabba, who she had noted had his eyes glued on where the alcohol had spilled to, she wondered if he had done that intentionally or not. She felt Melina guide her upwards so Jabba's face could meet her breasts, and predictably, Jabba proceeded to lick the fine alcohol off her peer breasts. All Leia could do was gasp silently as Jabba had stopped willing her voice, and feel the slight waves of pleasure from Jabba's wet tongue.
Leia closed her eyes as Jabba took full advantage of her. She couldn't help but feel miserable.
Artoo meanwhile was having a merry time, rolling about the barge, quietly announcing his presence to all he passed so that they could grab themselves a drink from him. The droid was happily chirping with every roll he took, and was sure to refill any glasses that were presented to him. Having the proper etiquette for such a task hard-wired into him with the upgrades, he never bumped into anything or anyone, and could move quickly about the barge without spilling a single drop of the fine alcohols.
When passing Jabba's dais, he reserved the heavier mixtures just for him, and dutifully refilled his Master's goblet every half an hour. At one point Salacious even climbed on top of him for a ride, wrapping his tail around Artoo's tap with his mouth on the nozzle. Artoo, knowing what the jester was doing, proceeded to squirt the alcohol into the Kowakian Monkey Lizard's mouth, earning a happy cackle and a playful tapping for a job well done.
Threepio, having been told by Jabba himself that he won't be needed for translating until they had arrived, decided to simply converse with his fellow servants. The other droids were lovely to have a pleasant chat with, the Bounty Hunters mostly kept to themselves, and Jabba's harem were all polite and welcoming, even flirting slightly, despite him being a droid. It was in their nature to be flirtatious 24/7.
It was barely the start of the afternoon when the Khetanna at last arrived at its destination, it's passengers quieting down and moving to one side of the barge to see the goal of the long voyage: the Sarlacc Pit.
The skiff that carried the two prisoners doomed to eternal suffering now hovered just above said pit, a long plank extended for the prisoners sake and the guards dutifully guided them towards it. One of the rebels looked at the Sarlacc itself, and was intimidated by what he saw.
What immediately caught his eyesight was a massive eyeless beak, it's mouth open and it's blue tongue showing through its gaping lips, the bottom and upper jaw moving backwards and forwards in patterns as if begging for something to consume. Surrounding the beak were several tentacles coming out of the ground, most likely for leverage purposes.
Jabba's dais had moved towards the window where Leia had been gazing out of just a few moments earlier. Leia was still intrigued by the repulsive lift technology the dais possessed, still able to move about the room even with the bloated Hutt on top of it.
She had been forced to stand by her Master's side and stand just within arms reach of him, getting a better view of the scene below.
Leia did nothing to hide her disappointment. It would be just like with Luke's death, she'd be forced to have very little perspective and she would have to rely on other people's reactions as to what was going on. After a brief moment of nothing commencing, she saw Threepio hurry towards Jabba's side, picking up a microphone from a nearby stand and using it to address the prisoners.
"Victims of the Almighty Sarlacc! His excellency, the Great Jabba the Hutt hopes that you will die honourably. But should either of you wish to beg for mercy, then the Great Jabba the Hutt will now listen to your pleas." Threepio announced to the prisoners.
Artoo, being ever dutiful, and wanting to watch the rebels die, rolled his way to Jabba's side just between him and Threepio. He raised his tap to refill Jabba's glass, and Jabba allowed him a front row seat.
Leia saw them, and felt her heart drop even further. There was truly no hope now she had to watch two rebel about to die, and the two droids she had grown to care about completely reengineered and reset to serve Jabba. And worst of all, she was enslaved to the bloated Hutt as his prize trophy. How far she had fallen . . .
While one rebel remained completely silent, the rebel let out a few smart remarks, possibly trying to insult the Hutt. The crowd aboard the barge laughed at his poor attempt, even Jabba himself belched a good laugh. "Threepio." He said as he stopped laughing. Threepio, understanding his Master's meaning as to why he called him, presented the microphone to his Master's slimy lips. "Put him into position!" He slurred in Huttese.
The Weequay Guard on the skiff obeyed and pushed one rebel onto the plank, who was no longer struggling for he knew how pointless it would be. Everyone seemed to hold their breath as the suspense was building up.
"Put him in!" Jabba belched the order. The Weequay Guard behind the rebel prodded him with his spear, and the rebel was sent flying down into the Sarlacc's mouth, the horrible creature gobbling him down in a split second.
Everyone in the vicinity cheered and laughed as the rebel was gobbled up by the Sarlacc, even Artoo and Threepio joined in the laughter. Leia could only stare in horror at the display, all hope of escaping and ever being away from the Hutt now diminished. Jabba tugged on her leash to make sure her mind wasn't drifting away from the scenery.
"Now the other!" Jabba spoke into the microphone. The guards grabbed other rebel by the arms and pushed him towards the plank. It was rebel's own survival instincts that allowed him to catch himself into the plank before falling off the edge. He glanced nervously at the sight below him.
"Farewell." Jabba told him.
The rebel looked in the direction of the window where Jabba was no doubt residing. "Eat Wampa shit, slimeball!" He bellowed as he jumped off the plank to the side, landing not on the Sarlacc but on the sand next to it.
Some of the people on the barge and on the skiff were a bit alarmed, others were hardly worried since he was doomed anyway. Leia however seemed to regain some hope that perhaps rebel could escape, somehow manage to dodge the laser blasts and bring back reinforcements.
The rebel didn't realise how large a fall it truly was and wasn't prepared to hit the hot desert sand so roughly. He started to crawl his way up the dune . . . When something grabbed and began pulling at his leg. He turned to look at the source and saw that it was one of the Sarlacc's many tentacles, bringing him slowly towards the one thing he wanted so desperately to avoid. The sand he grabbed onto didn't offer any support and he could do nothing to prevent his impending doom.
Everyone in the vicinity was now laughing their heads off at the display. The foolish human had just ensured his own death without Jabba having to do or say anything. They started chanting and urging he Sarlacc on to finish off the idiot.
Leia was the only one silent in the whole room, a single tear running down her cheek and her lip slightly quivering. It was truly taking all her nerve to not break down into a ball and let the tears flow at that very moment.
The tentacle picked up its pace and the sand beneath the rebel slid from him as another tentacle joined in, both of them lifting the rebel up from the ground and right above the gaping mouth. With the crowd cheering, the rebel screaming, and a deep inhale from the Sarlacc itself, the tentacles dropped the rebel and he went headfirst into the large mouth of the creature. It seemed to chew and swallow him slowly to add extra pleasure from its latest meal. It made a rather loud belching noise as it did so.
The entire crowd gave one last laugh together as the party resumed. The skiffs were brought aboard and the passengers joined in the festivities. Artoo was quickly there to offer them all a drink.
Leia was pulled right into her Master's embrace as he laughed hysterically with his eyes tight shut. Unable to cope anymore, Leia broke down and let the built-up tears flow, whimpering silently as she did so. She hadn't felt this much pain inside since her Homeworld had exploded.
Jabba could hear her cries and stopped his laughter, opening his eyes to see Leia was perfectly overflowing with tears. He used his arm, which was wrapped around her arms and waist, to pull her even closer to him. While she fixed him with a mighty glare, he used his free hand to wipe her tears away, though they didn't help in drying her eyes. All it did was make them more damp due to the constant sliminess of his skin.
"Don't cry, my precious one. My possession of you is now ironclad. You have no chance of escape now, and you completely belong to me, my plaything." He started tormenting her further by licking her face and chest. "What's past is past. What's dead is dead. But the future, your future, is with me, my lovely. Leia . . . My Leia . . . " his voice passed into moans of pleasure as he kept tasting her lovely face.
Leia felt all the more distraught as she could do noting to resist Jabba's molesting. She couldn't use her voice to show her disgust, she couldn't struggle as she wasn't nearly as strong as he was, and she couldn't hope for any of this torment to end now that here was no-one left to rescue her. All was now lost, and she could do nothing but suffer in silence.
Melina watched all this happen from where she stood by the window. She was happy for Jabba kept his most recently submitted slaves around until he gained a new one but Leias was Jabba's most prized and beloved slave he had ever had.