Eventually, the Jabba, Minna and his entourage arrived at his Sail Barge, which they would use to travel back to the palace. In the evening, he brought her to the dinning hall of the barge to eat dinner. To entertain himself before his food, Jabba continued to feel up Minna, much to her disgust. Minna's most striking characteristic was her bright green hair: the result of a genetic modification her parents had bought for her with their vast amount of money; a tall woman, she sported long, luscious legs, large breasts, a soft smooth stomach, and an ample butt. Complementing her height was her curvaceous figure: a soft, creamy waist stood like a column between her wide hips and ample bosom.
As Jabba studied Minna, he turned his attention to a large buffet his guards were setting up for him in the room. Drooling in anticipation, the gluttonous Hutt saw that the buffet contained all of his favorite live foods; all trying to escape from their respective dishes. Licking his lips with hunger, Jabba pulled Minna by her waist against his bulk and brought the two of them over to his banquet. "This is my private sail barge, Khetanna," he rumbled in Huttese, acting like Minna wasn't an intruder. "It takes me where I need to go in style. We'll be at my palace in no time. Once we get there, we can discuss the terms of your "payment" for intruding." He chuckled deeply, as once they had arrived at his palace she would truly be under his power.
"You will dine with me." He ordered, leering at the aristocrat. Without warning, Jabba quickly reached into a large bowl overflowing with Ylesian white worms. The Hutt grabbed a handful of the wiggling grubs and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing noisily and mumbling with his mouth full as he continued to sample the other "dishes" that comprised the buffet.
Minna looked at Jabba when he mentioned "dining with him," scarcely believing the corpulent Hutt needed anymore food. She quickly averted her eyes as he stuffed his face with bowlfuls of live creatures. She gagged, trying to imagine anything but the gross spectacle that was before her, and noticed several of the men eyeing her up, making lewd comments about her thighs and chest under their breath, and she felt instantly flustered. Jabba barely paid her any attention, save the sideward glance to see if his future slave girl was eating from any of the dishes in front of her.
Minna could not believe how disgusting the Hutt actually was-her view of him eating from the crowd earlier being nothing compared to this. She kept hoping the Hutt had finished eating, but the minutes dragged on, and Jabba kept on reaching for bowl after bowl, platter after platter, eating everything from worms, to frogs, to beetles, to lizards to any other tiny animal he could possibly fit into that slimy, drooling cavernous mouth of his. She noted that the other courtiers were helping themselves to dishes set away from Jabba's buffet, fine steaks and pastries and the like, and her stomach started to grumble. She almost lost her lunch however as the Hutt pulled her by the arm over to his filth covered body and spoke to her while chomping on some squeaking swamp wriggler. "You'll get used to me." He gurgled, slurping up the little appetizer and letting out a loud, gurgling burp, the fetid air wafting over her face. She coughed and sputtered and then quite unexpectedly fainted. Jabba laughed and slobbered, quite amused that he had grossed out this young girl to such a degree. She'd be a feisty one, no doubt, and he couldn't wait to begin reducing her to little more than a pleasure slave whose only purpose was to serve him. This process would come sooner than expected as the barge began to slow. They had arrived at Jabba the Hutt's palace.
As the Khetanna slowed to a stop inside the massive hanger inside Jabba's Palace, Jabba had Minna injected with a mild anesthetic to ensure that she wouldn't wake up while she was being prepared for him, then ordered his guards to prepare her in the dungeons for him. Dragging her unconscious body down the dungeons and into a small cell, the Gamorreans placed Minna on a table in the middle of the cell. They stripped and cleaned the unconscious slave, then eagerly began fingering her as they proceeded to rub a thick gel onto her crotch. The gel caused Minna's pubic hair to fall off, never to grow back again; leaving her pussy fresh and soft for Jabba's slimy touch. After they had wiped the gel off of her skin, they reluctantly handed her over to Diva Shaliqua who dressed Minna in her new outfit.
Minna awoke with a start, her dreams filled with the disgusting sights and smells of some horrible, revolting, creature eating. As she took in her surroundings, panic shot through her body, not knowing where she was and how she got there. She sat in a small, cramped, cushion-filled room with a large metal door that stood in front of her, serving as the only way in and out of the small cell. Several dull lights were mounted to walls, revealing featureless stone without any windows to break the gloom.
She didn't know about her skin being cold, but she felt naked. After seeing that there wasn't any immediate danger, she managed to calm herself down, and for the first time began to notice how silky the cushions felt against her skin. Wait...her skin? Hadn't she been wearing her gown earlier? She looked down at herself and gasped in horror. Replacing her elegant dress was a costume nearly devoid of material, a tiny two-piece bikini (which was so skimpy that it didn't even deserve to be called a bikini in the first place) now hung from her body.
The strapless brassiere cupped and lifted her breasts, making the already prominent mounds even more visible, and leaving her back completely exposed. The "thong" that she now wore hugged her waist uncomfortably as the two tiny golden plates exposed her large rear and long legs. The gold metal of of both pieces felt cold against her skin causing her to shiver despite the temperature of the pleasantly warm room. She had never worn anything so scandalous in her life, nor did she ever dream she would.
She leapt off the bed and ran to the metal door. When she tried to open it, however, she found that it was locked from the outside. Her face burned with indignation at her situation: inexplicably dressed in a skimpy new outfit and held like a prisoner against her will in this small room. She banged on the door and called out in the strongest, most commanding voice she could muster, but no one answered her. Turning from the door frustrated and a little bit frightened, she began to search the room in vain for her gown.
Tossing cushions about as she continued to look for her clothes, Minna was startled by the sound of the door opening behind her. Spinning around she found herself facing another young woman. She was shorter than Minna, but very thin and pretty. Her most striking feature was a crest of bright blue hair that rose from the middle of her head-her forehead being hairless. Like Minna, she was scantily-clad, wearing a metal brassiere with a curving design on it, a similarly iron-colored thong, and pink harem pants.
"Good, you're finally awake," the woman said, and Minna was struck by the shimmering sound of her voice. She looked Minna up and down and then nodded approvingly. "I can see why Jabba is so excited to have you. You have a wonderful figure, which is why I picked out that particular outfit. Perfect for girls with an hourglass shape. I can tell it doesn't quite fit you, but don't worry, I can easily adjust it before you meet our master again. We must have you looking your best tonight."
Minna became indignant at the ease with which the woman spoke about her appearance. "Who are you and where are my clothes," she said, "I want them back immediately!"
But the woman only smiled and shook her head in denial. "In this place you're actually safer wearing that than your old clothes." she said, then turned away, and spoke with a sideward glance, "Besides, His Excellency will prefer you in your current ensemble. He likes his girls to wear next to nothing." and Minna's eyes widened in astonishment, not just at the matter-of-fact tone of her voice, but also at the suggestion that she, a well-bred elite woman, was just one of "his" girls. "But why don't you sit down and I'll explain everything?" the Theelin girl asked comfortingly, patting a spot on the bed adjacent to her. "You must be in shock from your ordeal."
Honestly, Minna didn't feel much like sitting down, but the woman's beautiful voice made her want to continue to listen, and she thought she found sympathy when she looked into her eyes. So she sat back down on the bed and listened attentively.
"My name is Diva Shaliqua, and I was Jabba's favorite slave for several years. That's why I wear this outfit," she said, running her hands from her chest to her hips, "although this is the last night I'll hold that position. You see, Jabba has found a new favorite: You."
"Me?" Minna exclaimed, shaking her head, "But I'm no slave!"
Diva shook her head and conceded, but then quickly added "Well, for all intents and...purposes, yes, you sort of are. Jabba has taken you into his custody as an agitator, which means he could simply place you in the dungeon if he wanted to. You see, there is no law here outside that declared by the Hutts. But as he finds your beauty alluring and your noble spirit enticing, it appears he's chosen to take you as his personal slave."
Minna clenched her teeth. "A personal slave? Is that why he's had me dressed in this scandalous outfit? It barely covers my body..."
"Actually, yes..." Diva said. "As Jabba knows that you are-or should I say were-an aristocrat, he ordered me to dress you in something made of solid gold, in order to declare his power to reduce you from a noblewoman to his slave. However, our master still required the outfit to be sexy and leave little to the imagination, because he claimed 'it would be a crime to hide such a comely physique.'" Diva seemed to snicker at the Hutt's idea of a joke, then quickly composed herself.
"As long as you wear that bikini, none of his guests or servants will harass you, mistaking you for a common slave. They will know that you are the property of Jabba, and only Jabba."
"I see..." Minna said, and became somewhat thankful for the uncomfortable costume, but also a little worried over the prospect of being owned by the slobbering Hutt. "But how will he treat me?"
Diva smiled sardonically. "Well, this is frankly where things get a little complicated. See, Jabba knows that your parents will pay a lot for your safety and eventual return, but to be honest, I doubt he intends to return you. Very few slaves, especially women, are granted the freedom to leave his side. Usually, he makes us disappear..." She paused to let the hopelessness of Minna's situation sink in, then continued, "The Hutt will probably find some sly, clever way to let your parents think you're happy and comfortable in his presence, and that so long as he gets his money, you'll be kept in this safe and leisurely position."
"But in reality," she said, becoming more solemn, "your eventual destiny is to become little more than a pleasure slave to the Mighty Jabba, a slave whose sole purpose is to serve our master in any way he desires and to indulge him in his debauched appetites. Although he appreciates your noble spirit, he expects you to recognize his superiority over you. He is not intimidated by your status as a noblewoman, since he sees you as an inferior bipedal creature to use as he wishes. To him, your human race ranks only slightly above the disgusting little toads you've no doubt noticed he enjoys as snacks. Jabba owns you and is your master now and the only things he wants from you are to enjoy your beauty and your eventual complete submission to his will. Your life is no longer yours. It belongs to Jabba the Hutt."
Diva paused and gave her speech a moment to sink in. Minna's agape mouth, combined with the slight tears welling up in her eyes, showed that she was demonstrating the expected result. The Theelin had experienced those feelings when she was first introduced into Jabba's harem all those years ago. Utter hopelessness. She continued.
"Jabba plans to enjoy the pleasure of your company. You will want to make sure he does, starting tonight-or else he might change his mind and arrange for your aforementioned... disappearance."
At this, Minna gasped, already in so much shock, and now she was being asked to accept her new role as slave immediately!
"He's not completely horrible though." Diva said, with a note of sarcasm."He'll begin slow-he enjoys breaking his new girls in this way-and get you used to physical contact with him. He'll have you do the things expected of a slave, like serving him drinks, feeding him his awful food, and entertaining him with your dancing, but he'll expect you to do these things with the grace of your former class."
Diva put her hand on Minna's bare leg, "And while he'll play up the notion that he's going to return you to your parents, he'll expect you to submit completely to his advances before this, and by the time you've done that, its very likely you won't miss your family life or your former life anymore. You'll appreciate Jabba despite-or even because of his vile mannerisms-recognizing him as the greater being he is. And you'll feel honored to be his pretty slave girl. I can tell you from my own personal experience that being with master Jabba won't be as bad as you think. In fact, you will probably find yourself enjoying some of his attentions..wanting to seduce him and the like, pitting the power of your beauty against his might. Enjoy the fact that you can make the Exalted One's great tail wriggle for you," Diva said, and laughed salaciously.
Minna shook her head in disbelief-she couldn't imagine herself embraced by those doughy, stubby arms, held against that flabby, greasy girth, feeling that thick, gooey tail wrapping around her legs, and then stroking her stomach, and then... "How?" Minna asked, with complete disgust apparent in her voice.
"Because," Diva said, "you will learn to respect and fear his power and intelligence. You know that Hutts live almost a millennium, right? They are superior beings in to other ways too, as you will learn. They are capable of feeling incredible pleasure, and they can give it as well. But come, we need to bathe before your introduction to master Jabba, and I want to adjust that costume..."
Diva took Minna to the palace baths. They continued to talk as they washed themselves, and Minna learned more about Diva's life.
Diva explained that she had previously been owned by Ingoda the Hutt, who had murdered her parents and stolen her as a child. When Ingoda owed Jabba money, she was given to him as payment. Jabba enjoyed her beauty and loved to flaunt her at podraces, but unlike Ingoda he didn't appreciate her singing, the glory of her race.
"You see," Diva had said, "we have the greatest voices in the universe. It's in our genes. But a mutation has arisen that prevents us from breeding with one another. I myself am only Half-Theelin; my father was a human. Jabba enjoys owning me because my race is so rare: I'm not common like the Twi'lek's he uses and disposes."
But now Jabba had grown tired of her, and with the arrival of Minna, he saw an opportunity to make a profit on the half-Theelin whose musical talents he didn't appreciate. The gambler Romeo Treblanc had offered to buy Diva before, but Jabba had said no. However, that afternoon Jabba finally accepted Treblanc's highest offer. Later that week Treblanc would come pick her up and take her to an opera house in Coruscant, where she would finally realize her dreams of singing and maybe earn her freedom. Her preparing Minna to serve Jabba was Diva's last task for her Hutt master.
When they had dried, Diva helped Minna put on her golden outfit. With the adjustments the Theelin made, Minna felt much more comfortable when she walked and could even entertain the possibility of dancing if she had to. "And you will dance at some point," Diva said almost seeming to read her thoughts. "But for that, you'll need these." She brought over golden jewelry for Minna's feet. As she she placed the gaudy accessories around her ankles she told Minna that she would meet with her every day for several hours. This was so she could learn the proper way to perform various sultry dances and erotic moves necessary to please her new master.
After she was done with the jewelry Diva circled Minna, examining her with the scrutiny of a woman practiced in understanding what Jabba enjoyed. "Your most striking feature is you hair," Diva said finally, "so let's do something unexpectedly simple with it." Taking a red ribbon from beside her, Shaliqua brought Minna's shoulder-length hair up against her head and bound it tightly with the ribbon. She continued to spruce and play with her hair for a little while longer, making some corrections with scissors until she finally seemed satisfied. Then, as an added precaution (and due to Diva's long years in the service of the bulbous crime lord), she showed Minna several risque techniques guaranteed to seduce the perverted Hutt.
"There." Diva said with as she stepped back to look at Minna "Jabba is sure sure to be pleased."
Before they went upstairs, Diva took several pictures of Minna in her costume, laying beside the baths. "For your parents," she said, "to let them know you're alive and safe." Unknown to Minna, that picture never would reach her parents.