"Da Eitha" she heard Jabba say and there was a slight tug on her chain. Leia couldn't bear to turn around and see him. Jabba pulled harder, choking her and pulling her up. Still facing away from him, Leia's bare back and rear pressed up against him. Jabba put a giant fetid hand around her belly. She laid her face back against Jabba and his disgusting tongue licked her tears away. He stroked her tight stomach, running his finger around her naval while emitting a low guttural chuckle.
Jabba laughed simply, as he was incredibly stronger than her. He grabbed her shoulders and stuck his tongue in her mouth as she yelled at him. She began to let out muffled yelps and his tongue swished around in her mouth, coating her mouth with saliva. He released her shoulders and wrapped one hand around her bare back and slid his finger up and down the middle of her back. He then slipped his other hand under her skirts. He began to squeeze her bare buttocks while Leia released muffled cries for help. Jabba moaned with pleasure as his tail wrapped around her ankles and stroked her feet. The crowd cheered him on, and this act lasted nearly half an hour. By the time he finally withdrew his tongue, she had been made more pliant. She began to spit out his saliva.
He pat her head as she sputtered and coughed. "My sweet, sweet, princess I will have you, very soon. But this ride to Nal Hutta will be a party to celebrate the deaths of those degenerates." Leia sputtered still, and would have responded if not for her slightly broken spirit after making out with the Hutt. She wanted to fight back against Jabba in this moment, brought her only despair.
The mobile party aboard the Star Jewel began earnestly. Jabba started drinking his vile liquor alongside his men, momentarily ignoring Leia, who stood again at the window watching the planets go by. She was building up her courage to fight back against Jabba.. There she was, a simple damsel in distress again waiting to be rescued. But this time no one would come. She had every intention of dying with her friends, and would anger Jabba to the extent that he would do it.
Jabba became increasingly intoxicated. All around him his rabble gambled, fondled exotic women that Jabba had paid highly for, and watch even more of those women dance. Jabba himself enjoyed a striptease from a blue Twi'lek and felt his tail harden and pound against against his throne. He had every intention of waiting for to take Leia at the palace, but still he hungered for her. Hutt foreplay could last hours, and Jabba intended to start.
Jabba looked over at his captive staring out the window. Leia's hourglass figure aroused Jabba heavily, and her rear with the skirt cover her butt crack, as well as her smooth back. He drooled and tugged slightly at the chain. "Da eitha" he drunkenly croaked.
Leia, feeling that now was the time to take her stand grasped at the windowsill in preparation for more tugging.
Jabba chuckled at her resistance. He tugged hard at the chain and Leia used all of her strength to keep from being pulled to him. Jabba and his men found it entertaining. "What is it my princess? You think you are too good to join me up here? Bib, bring her up here."
Bib Fortuna grabbed her by the collar and pulled her up to the throne as she struggled. Her beautiful and exposed body was tossed into Jabba's stinking mass. She pressed both hands against her chest and began to push away but Jabba grabbed her chain and the back of her neck. Forcing her to look at him he opened his mouth and sighed as the smell of rotten food hit her like a wave. She tried to act as though it did not phase her, to come across as strong. "You will soon learn that if I tell you to come, you will come. Because slave girls like you always come." Jabba's court burst out laughing at the euphemism.
That would make her that much sweeter to break. "My darling" Jabba said while his hand released her chain and began to move down her back to her back skirt, where he groped her rear through the felt, "I have falsified a report that shows all of the rebel leaders, including you, died in the fighting here. The rebels will not waste men on a revenge mission. No one is coming. You must learn your place. I am a great and powerful superior to you." Suddenly his grasp on her skirt tightened and he pulled her skirt on her already exposed tight buttocks. Leia gasped and immediately her mouth shot open to protest, but suddenly Jabba's tail flew up and slapped her exposed rear with so much force that she fell forward stomach and breasts first onto his massive body. Another quick slap and she let out a pained yelp. His large tail then extended upward lightly stroking her smooth back as it ascended. As Leia had tears stinging her eyes she panicked as she felt his rubbery tail wrapping around her neck. He then began to squeeze.
Leia gasped for air to no avail. She felt she was just about to pass out when Jabba suddenly allowed her one large breath before squeezing her again. "You are my princess. And you will obey me." He released her and she gasped heavily while laying front-first on Jabba's belly. She coughed and gasped. She felt truly weak.
The intercom came on. Stating they would be at Nal Hutta within a few hours.
The rest of the ride she lay on his belly, much too scared to try to move. Jabba had done an excellent job of eliciting fear from her. She lay there trembling as dancers swayed their bodies in front of him, taking off their clothes. He was aroused and stroked Leia's hair, anticipating the night that laid before them. Leia, with her face pressed against Jabba's green skin saw Nal Hutta appear.
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 Star Jewel, 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 Nal Hutta, engaging in virulent conversation and taking in the delicious food and drinks served to them. It seemed everybody there was happy.
Moments Later
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 a dancers interactions from the corner of her eye, the Twi'Lek 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 Star Jewel'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.
She felt a sharp tug on her collar and turned her head to see Jabba looking at her. His arm still around the dancers's slim waist, who had turned to smile at her as well. "Don't look so glum, my lovely. If you'll only submit to me, you'll see the rich rewards and pleasures that can be granted to you. Obey me, and I'll allow you to go look at outside." Jabba said to the enslaved Princess.
Jabba gave a light smile as he gave her an order. "Kiss me. On my lips."
Eventually she resolved that it was worth it, besides it was just a kiss after all. With slow steady movements, Leia made her way in front of Jabba and puckered her lips, pressing them lightly on his slime-coated ones.
The one to pull back was actually Jabba, who from what Leia could tell looked rather disappointed. "A poor excuse for a kiss." He muttered as he began to turn his head away. Thinking quickly, Leia pressed her hands into the flabby folds of her master's chin and gave him a long and passionate kiss, similar to the one Mara had given her before Leia had been given her costume. She hated every millisecond of it, her lips pressing against her master's drooling ones, but internally she knew she had to do this.
When she separated, she bit back the gag she could feel building up, and tried her best to stare submissively into those reptilian eyes. Jabba gave her both a satisfied smile and a cruel chuckle. "I am pleased, my lovely. Go, gaze 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 dancer. 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 outside.
She longed to be out there, to be free. 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.
"Hey stranger." She heard a familiar voice speak to her. Leia turned her head and saw Mara, still wearing that blue costume that left little to the imagination. Leia saw no point in conversing with her, not that she actually could, and just decided to ignore her.
"Adjusting well, I presume?" Mara asked when Leia didn't answer, placing a hand on her shoulder and softly pressing her body against Leia's. "Started feeling the pleasure yet?"
Leia did nothing to indicate a response to the red-headed minx pressing into her side. She just kept her eyes glued outside.
Mara was starting to get impatient with her, and vented her frustration by cupping Leia's chin and pulling it so they could both make eye contact. "What's wrong? Got nothing to say? After I put my tongue in your mouth a while back, you give me the silent treatment?" She asked incredulously.
Leia continued to show no emotional response to her. She felt Mara loosen her grip on her chin and with a silent "harrumph", she turned her head back to face the window.
Mara briefly shook her head and was about to walk away, when she noticed how different her chain appeared from most other chains she'd seen Jabba's favourites wear. Recognising it after a minute, she gasped in wonder. "Master gave you the special one!" She exclaimed as she gingerly placed her fingers on it. Like a toddler holding a toy for the first time, she memorised how it felt in her hands and imagined what it would feel like to have it around her own neck. "You know what that means, don't you?" She asked Leia as she returned her hand to Leia's shoulder and pressed herself into her side. "You're Jabba's most precious shave to date! He's never going to let you go!"
All Leia did in response was shake her head lightly. Mara said that like it was a good thing. It was clear to Leia that Mara was too far gone to see how truly grotesque a creature such as Jabba was.
"I heard that our Master might also be getting another chain like this one." Mara continued to speak. "But much more beautiful. More fitting for a queen."
Were she capable of using her voice, Leia would have reminded her that queens usually weren't chained up or forced to wear skimpy gold bikinis. Or enslaved to a Hutt for that matter.
"Well, I'll be going now. So many people to seduce, so little time. We'll talk again soon, Sister." Mara told her as she kissed her cheek tenderly, in total contrast to the kiss they shared to their first meeting. Mara left her side and Leia remained where she stood, gazing longingly at the planet of Nal Hutta as they slowly approached it.
Wanting her back in his presence, Jabba forcefully yanked on her chain. "Return to me, my lovely." He called out to her.
Leia merely glared at him before turning her head back to continue gazing back outside looking at the planets they passed.
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 sister.
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's technology.
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 one of his slave dancer girls.
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.
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 my princess." 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,To her relief 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 the dancer 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.
"You belong to me my lovely." She could hear Jabba slur between licks. "You will always belong to me."
Leia closed her eyes as Jabba took full advantage of her. She couldn't help but feel miserable.