Leia sat in front of Jabba, obediently watching in silence as the court went about their foul business along with Jabba's Brother. Some were bounty hunters, watching and waiting from the shadows, shrouded in the grey clouds of the pipe-smokers as they waited for a new job. There were fancy, exotic twi'lek women dancing in the centre above the steel girdle that overlooked the Rancor Pit, flowing from side to side like a flock of beautiful swans as the Max Rebo band played in the corner. It was a chilled afternoon, and there wasn't anything of significant importance for the mighty Hutt to tend to — so, he spent his free time massaging his most prized possession's naked thigh as she lay on her side, a void expression spreading across her lips, overwhelming her flushing cheeks. The lights were dimmed, and the pale banners of smoke were flashing with a plethora of colours, reflecting quite harmoniously off the twi'lek dancer's multicoloured bodies.
Jabba grumbled to himself as he reached into the tank and retrieved an unfortunate amphibian-like creature. It squirmed in his grasp, squealing as he shoved it into his slimy maw, swallowing it whole and licking the sweet juices from his quivering, bottom lip.
The former princess narrowed her eyes and muttered under her breath. "Ugh…"
It was greatly pleasing for the slimy Hutt to see his number one slave disgusted by his mannerisms - it was a major contributor as to why he kept her around, and on a short leash. He wanted to see her foul expression, her scolding, penetrating gaze, and nervous, confused personality.
Indeed, the former princess — now clad in a golden bikini that revealed everything and left nothing to the imagination — was most unlike previous slaves who once held her title. She was Jabba's number one girl. Some saw her as a personal pleasure slave, others simply viewed her as a trophy, to demonstrate the Hutt's power and wealth. However, to Jabba she was simply beautiful, and he wanted to keep her for himself. Little did the young princess know, that she was following in her real mother's footsteps.
Not twenty years before her birth, Padmé, Queen of the sovereign system of Naboo at the time of the trade federation blockade — disappeared without a trace. All that was kept in the records was that she perished when her ship 'crashed' on a planetoid orbiting the remote system of Tatooine, and that her 'remains' were never recovered. In actual fact, when all hope was lost, Padmé, at the tender age of eighteen, sought Jabba out and met with him privately in Mos Eisley. The holographic recordings, taken by a translator droid at the time, could be found in the Hutt's hologram room, as a reminder of that fateful evening when he received the greatest shock in all his six centuries of life.
Padmé was lead to the end of a stairwell that danced down into the orangey-blackness. It was hot and very humid, and she diligently followed after the translator droid — who was polite enough to offer her a refreshment.
"When in the presence of his exaltedness, it would be wise to address him as such — he takes very kindly to submission," explained the confident translator droid, before showing her the door to the private meeting room.
The young brunette simply nodded her head and replied. "Very well, then."
Padmé made her way into the small, though quite tall, room and sat her fine, round behind on a cushioned seat that resembled a small sofa. It was gold and purple in colour, with beautifully decorated tassels and a velvet-like design on the cushioning. She made herself look appealing, wearing eyeliner and combing her long, silky hair across her pretty forehead, forming a rather pleasant, yet mature, fringe.
Her attention was soon torn away from the comfortable seat as the sound of something heavy sliding towards the door infiltrated her ears. In a flash, the doors opened, revealing the slimy figure of the great Jabba Desilijic Tiure himself, in all his smelly, repulsive glory.
Padmé stood up and bowed hesitantly, not entirely sure how to greet him. "Greetings, your exaltedness."
Jabba grumbled, his bright orange, amphibian-reptillian eyes expanding as he breathed heavily. "Bo Shuda…"
The translator droid stepped forwards and faced the young Queen. "Jabba wishes to compliment his ladyship on her divine beauty."
Padmé blushed a little, though part of her expression painted a picture of revulsion — she was completely grotesqued by the Hutt's appearance as he slid into the meeting room.
Before she could utter a word, the Hutt rumbled something in Huttese. She could feel his enormous eyes analysing her entire figure, and she trembled a little as his giant, scum-covered tongue rolled across his bottom lip.
"The great and benevolent Jabba wishes to know why you have requested an audience with him."
Padmé stood up and walked towards Jabba, but maintained a respectable distance. "There's no easy way to put this, and I'm sure whatever remains of my dignity after this meeting will fade away, but; I humbly pledge my services to you, your highness."
Jabba licked his lips quickly, burping as his tail wagged happily from side to side. It seemed that he was most impressed by what he saw.
Leia had little memory of her mother. When she was a young girl, she could remember fragments of information, faded photographs of an elegant woman, confident yet sad. Growing up on Alderaan and assuming the title as a princess, treated as royalty, Leia was taught to forget about her mother. She was told that, albeit sternly, that her mother was not really her mother, and that the mystery behind her birth would remain so for the rest of her days.
She felt the shimmering chain tug her back, constricting the reflective, golden collar around her smooth, slender neck. "Uhk!"
"I need you to be excellent tonight, Leia..ah…" the slimy Hutt groaned in pleasure as he uttered her name, massaging her shoulders with his greedy, sausage-like fingers.
The former princess had the great displeasure of not understanding what Jabba said to her, but she more or less slowly got to know what he meant.
Nevertheless, there were some things she rather liked about the slimy Hutt, and indeed — his gross habits. There was something to admire about the way he demonstrated his power without any effort whatsoever, commanding the pieces of the chessboard as he sent his loyal servants and bounty hunters to distant corners of the outer-rim territories, bringing him valuable prisoners and disloyal, disobedient smugglers. Leia had experienced the extent of his mercy first-hand when she was first discovered, and subsequently, captured and transformed from a tough, arrogant princess to a quiet, well-trained pleasure slave.
She could recall the fateful moments of that very night, as clear as silver sunshine, in her mind as some of Jabba's drool fell on her naked shoulder, making a horrid squishing sound as it slid down her back and onto the solid, limestone throne.
"Just relax, you're suffering from the effects of the carbonate, of which you're now free," the mysterious bounty hunter explained as Han shivered uncontrollably.
He glared back in response, rubbing his fingers gently across the visor and transpirator. "W-where am I?"
"Jabba's palace."
Han gulped. "Who are you?"
The bounty hunter took off the helmet, revealing a mane of bronze-gold hair that flopped around erratically for the briefest of moments. The gorgeous visage of a young princess, Leia Organa, appeared before the petrified smuggler. "Someone who loves you…"
"…Leia!" he groaned jovially.
"C'mon, I've got to get'cha out of here," she grunted as she tried to lift the smuggler from the cold, limestone floor.
Ho ho ho ho, ah hahaha…yah…
"What is that?" Han began to ask in a worried tone. "I know that laugh."
A large, dark violet curtain whooshed to one side, revealing a plethora of scum and villainy, and in the centre, the notorious crime lord; Jabba The Hutt himself, in all his slime-ridden glory. They were all laughing at Leia's pathetic attempt to save the smuggler, and mocked her as she clung to his side.
Han stepped forwards. "Look, Jabba, I got a little side-tracked — it wasn't my fault."
"It's too late for that, Solo," the giant slug rumbled, smacking his lips. "You may have been a good smuggler, but now you're bantha fodder."
Leia formed a perplexed grin, blushing a tad as she found the words of the Hutt to be amusing.
"Listen, I'll pay you triple…"
A couple of guards moved in to grab his arms as Jabba's laugh bellowed across the court. "Take him away."
His last words were ones of sheer desperation. "You're throwing away a fortune here, don't be a fool!"
Leia was ripped from Han's embrace as the pig-like, Gamorreans escorted him down a shadowy corridor, leaving nothing to the imagination. The princess, clad in her tight, bounty hunter outfit started after him before the loud, thunderous voice of the Hutt pierced her ears.
"Bring her to me!"
Her soft, hazel-brown eyes lit up in fear as another pair of Gamorrean guards grabbed her roughly and brought her closer towards the slimy Hutt. He grumbled in pleasure, absorbing her rich scent, his amphibian-like eyes glowing with lustful thoughts.
Leia grunted as the guards handled her roughly, their greedy, probing, sausage-like digits squeezing her biceps. "We have…powerful friends, you're gonna regret this.
She almost vomited as she was pressed against his slimy belly, a horrid squelching sound slicing through the hot air of his rancid breath as he poured the toxic fumes all over her angelic face. There was green snot dripping from his uneven nostrils, a white, viscous saliva seeping from the corners of his enormous mouth, and a river of saliva lining his toothless maw. Every time he spoke there was a smacking noise, disgusting the young brunette even further as she gazed helplessly into his impressive, gleaming orbs.
"I'm sure," he spoke sarcastically, eyeing her up. "You're mine now…yeah-ahhhhh…"
From the darkest depths of his cavernous mouth came his equally gigantic, scum-covered tongue, riddled in hot saliva. It slipped from one corner of his lips to the other, smothering the bottom one as it quivered at the strength of the slimy appendage.
Leia stared at the tongue, then back at Jabba for the briefest of moments before she groaned. "Ugh!"
She could faintly here a translator droid in the background mutter. "Oh, I can't bare to look."
"Ah!" the Hutt sighed in exasperated pleasure. It was immensely pleasing to see her look of disgust, and as he was highly susceptible to lust, he gave in and ordered her to be taken away to 'be prepared'.
In actuality, Leia's enslavement wasn't as bad as she had originally anticipated. In some ways, most ways — it was better than her life in the rebellion. She was a slave — but one of royalty, and was therefore treated as such. Everyone in the palace had only the greatest admiration for her beauty, and she was — to her revulsion — growing somewhat comfortable with her new lifestyle.